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back to his shoulders. He wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her easily off the ground. He walked her over and deposited her on a waist-high cooler or storage box or something. He kissed her again then dropped to his knees between her legs.
    She pushed at him half-heartedly, but her hungry expression made it clear it was just for show. He either realized that or maybe he didn’t care. He grabbed the fabric of her swimsuit and slid it aside, burying his face in her crotch. Her hands seized the back of his head, her finger running through his long hair, and she threw her head back, eyes closed, in passion. He ate her snatch vigorously, judging by the movement of his head and her jerky, twitchy reaction.
    At one point, she opened her eyes, and looked down at her lover, licking her pussy. She closed her fist on his hair and pumped her hand up and down, a proud and haughty look on her face. It wasn’t hard to imagine her thoughts, her satisfaction at this sexy, young man, completely at her disposal, servicing her. She closed her eyes again, and threw her head back. Her mouth opened and closed rhythmically, as if moaning in pleasure. She shuddered and then looked down at him again with a smile.
    Then suddenly he rose. As he pulled away, I got a perfect view of her shaved snatch, swollen, pink, and even from a few hundred yard away, visibly wet with excitement. Still, she didn’t seem quite ready as he wrenched down his pants and roughly shoved what looked like a fat prick inside her.
    There was nothing subtle about the way he fucked her. She might have seen him as an exotic and safe play toy, but he obviously saw her as nothing more than a convenient hole. He hammered her cunt hard, bouncing her up and down on the cooler. He reached out and roughly pulled down her top, exposing her big, fake tits. They bounced wildly. He grabbed a handful of blond hair, his other hand closing firmly over her breast. She reached out and placed her hands on his stomach, trying to slow him. But he was too strong, too aggressive to be managed.
    Without warning, he stepped back, pulling her off the cooler and onto the floor. She was on her knees now, looking up at him. He stroked his cock roughly. She realized what he was doing too late to react, but soon enough for her eyes to widen in apprehension. He spurted across her face, and then again and again. She flinched, but he reached out and held her firm, and his eruptions repeatedly found their target. When she looked up at him, in shock, her face was covered and shiny with his jism.
    It had happened so quickly, I almost felt sorry for her. Little, rich girl. She’d gone from getting serviced by one of the little people to being covered in cum so fast that she hadn’t had time to react. He lifted her to her feet and gave her a bar towel to clean herself off. She did so, a little sheepishly. There was what I imagined was awkward small talk, and then he walked her to the gap in the hedges and led her back out from the backroom into the bright daylight.
    As the blonde approached her stepmother, I thought I could see an exchange of glances between them. Was that a smirk on stepmom’s face? Did she know what had happened? Did she have similar experiences as a hot-bodied young woman back in Rio or Cartagena or wherever she came from? But they didn’t talk, didn’t commiserate. There was an unbridgeable gap between them. The blonde jumped into the water before reaching her lounger, washing away whatever evidence remained of her encounter.
    The show was over. I swung my binoculars back over to where Claire had been. She was gone. How long, I didn’t know. Long enough for Blondie to get eaten, fucked, and coated with jism. Where had she gone? Was her boyfriend coming on her face right now?

CHAPTER FIVE
    By the time she returned, a good hour later and who knows how long since quitting her lounge chair, I was in a pissy mood.
    “Did you have fun?” With your boyfriend? I said through a barely