Seconds later she shrieked as her first orgasm hit her. Her cunt convulsed wildly as the first spasm hit her and Brad smiled down at her as she sobbed with pleasure.
As she calmed again, he rammed his rod deeper into her, working up to a fever pitch once more and moving his cock around in her cunt in a circular motion. Again, he had aroused her and she groaned with pleasure as he continued to fuck her.
The feel of his prick in her was driving her mad. At last! she thought. I'm finally being fucked by a real man!
Her pent-up emotions were about to be released for a second time. Her fingernails dug deeper into Brad's back and she flailed her legs obscenely as he pounded deeper and deeper into the depths of her cunt. "Fuck me, Brad! Fuck me and fuck me… oh, that feels so good…"
She felt another tingle begin to throb in her cunt and she threw her hips upward as she grasped his cock with her cunt.
Brad was breathing heavily, gasping; he felt her box tighten on his prick. The pressure was too much for him and he tightened his hold on her as he yelled, "I'm going to come! I'm going to come! Oh, baby, baby, fuck me!"
His cream emptied out of his cock in spurts, flooding Brenda's spasming cunt. Brenda gasped with pleasure as he unloaded his jism into her body, and the two of them held onto each other tightly as they joined one another in a fulfilling mutual orgasm. When it was over, Brenda pushed him on his back and hungrily sucked his cock, gurgling with delight as she lapped the last of his cum from his exhausted prick.
Neither of them spoke for several minutes. Finally Brad pulled Brenda close to him. "Baby, you sure know how to fuck. Are you sure you're new at this?" he laughed.
"Oh, that was good," she said contently, "so fuckin' good!"
"You know, Brenda, we really do make a good team."
"Yes, it was good," she sighed. "I hope that the next time I have a problem," she giggled, "that you'll help me again."
"You know I will," he said huskily.
CHAPTER FIVE
The next morning Brenda awakened early. As she drank her coffee she decided what she was going to say to Paul. She and Brad had discussed it last night, and they had decided that she should keep Paul after French class, and tell him that Mr. Livingstone decided that he should have another tutor. She was to merely tell him that she would not be tutoring him any more. If he gave her any problem, she was to report directly to Brad and he would handle the situation for her.
All through French class she avoided Paul's eyes. When he raised his hand to answer a question, she ignored him completely and asked one of the other boys for the answer.
Out of the corner of her eye she could see a hurt expression on Paul's face but she ignored him.
When class was over and the rest of the students had left the room, Paul came up to her desk.
"Miss Andrews…" he started to say. She interrupted him.
"Paul, I have nothing to say to you. Please go see Mr. Livingstone. He wants to talk to you."
Paul looked at her with indignation showing on his face. "Miss Andrews… I… I don't understand."
"There is nothing I can say to you, Paul. I just feel that you should have another tutor. Brad – Mr. Livingstone will tell you all about it."
"Miss Andrews, please I have to talk with you one more time. Please let me come to your cottage after school. I really have to talk to you," he almost sobbed. "it's very important."
She tried not to look at him as he spoke to her, but her eyes glanced toward his crotch and her heart skipped a beat as she saw the familiar bulge in his slacks. She breathed heavily as she thought of the lust-filled afternoons she had spent with Paul. Her cunt juices began to flow. She blushed as she remembered the way she had sucked him off; the way it had felt with his hard, dick in her mouth and the taste of his cum on her tongue.
How could she ever forget Paul and the way they had clung together as he fucked her and fulfilled her for the first time in her life. No, it would be very hard to give up Paul, to never again feel his strong, body against hers, to never again feel his hard cock finding its way into her eager cunt. Oh, no, she couldn't promise herself to never see Paul again, but she had to.
Her urge to take Paul into her arms then and there was quickly put aside as she tried to reason with herself. She was breathless as she looked again at his crotch, remembering the feel of his prick in her.
What's the use? she thought. Paul has something he wants to say to me. The least I can do is hear him out. What harm is there if he comes to my cottage? I promise I will only talk to him. I will not do anything to the boy. After all, I am a grown woman, and a respected teacher, certainly I can keep control of the situation.
"All right, Paul. You can talk to me this afternoon at four-thirty. I'll be in my cottage then."
"Thank you… oh, thank you, Miss Andrews," he stammered.
It was almost four-thirty, and Brenda was nervously pacing the length of her small living room. She had hurried right to her cottage after classes had ended and she had poured herself a drink to settle her nerves. She went to her closet and took out a long floral print gown and held it up to her in the mirror, then decided to stay in the suit she had worn to school that day. She walked toward the living room and then turned around and went back into the bedroom. She picked up the long gown from the bed and decided to wear it after all. Her bra was left on the floor, and she changed into some lounging slippers that matched the long gown.
The color of the outfit brought out the blue in her eyes, and she brushed her long hair back from her face, spraying on some perfume as she finished her makeup.
Her tremendous breasts were obvious in the jersey material, and they swayed easily as she walked across the room once more.
She heard the knock on the door and realized that Paul must have arrived. Hesitating, she walked back into the bedroom for a final glimpse into the full-length mirror. Paul knocked again. Don't open the door, she told herself. You'll see that beautiful boy standing on your doorstep with his prick, and the next thing… Her thoughts trailed off as she heard his knock this time.
"Be right there!" she called out.
"Hi, Miss Andrews," Paul said nervously as she opened the door.
"H-hi, Paul," she stammered. "I wasn't sure whether you would come or not."
"I had to talk to you."
"Come in, Paul."
"Okay."
"Would you like something to eat or drink, Paul?"
"No."
"Well, come on in and sit down." She motioned toward the couch. Paul sat down at one end and looked around the room as if he were seeing it for the first time.
She sat down on the couch, a respectable distance from the boy. The scent of his soap was making her dizzy and she had an overpowering urge to lean over and stick her tongue in his mouth and smother his face and body with kisses. She wanted to touch him, to feel his firm, body in her hands once more, but she knew she couldn't risk it.
"Miss Andrews, why won't you tutor me any more?" he finally managed to ask.
"Paul, I just don't think it is a good idea. We have become too involved with each other. I'm old enough to be your mother, and I think it would be best for you to find a girl your age to spend your time with."
"But, Miss Andrews, what's wrong with me? I wasn't any older when you took me to bed. I was the same age when you sucked me off and I fucked you…"
"Paul, stop it! Stop it this minute! I won't have you talking to me like that. I'm not a common whore!"
"I don't understand," he sniveled. He couldn't believe that she could possibly leave him. After all, she had enjoyed their fuck sessions just as much as he had. Maybe she had enjoyed it more. After all, Brenda was the one who begged him to keep on fucking her. And now it was all over. He couldn't believe it.