Brenda looked across the room. She didn't say anything. What could she possibly say? She sighed, then turned and looked at Paul with ah affectionate smile on her face. He of course mistook it for kindness, and immediately moved closer to her. He buried his head beneath her flail breasts and began to cry. She patted his head gently and tried to push him away from her. Overcome with remorse, she gently patted his arm, and then she gasped as her hand dropped to his crotch and she felt the huge hard-on. She pulled her hand away. It was all right for her to show compassion and tenderness, but she must not get carried away with passion again!
Paul felt her stiffen. It was just yesterday, or was it the day before that she was writhing and moaning with passion as he had fucked her? No, she couldn't have forgotten already, he reasoned. He had once driven her to the heights of passion and he was sure he could do it again.
She started to speak. "Paul, I just want you to know that what I did I did out of loneliness. I got carried away. I should have never done what I did, Paul, it's all over. If anyone found out about us, it would mean that you would be expelled from school and I would lose my job. It's too great a risk, we mustn't see each other again."
"Miss Andrews…"
"I want you to know," she interrupted, "that I will always care about you, but we must not see each other ever again!"
True, her explanation made sense, hit Paul's prick wasn't listening. As he rested his head between her breasts and smelled the sweetness of her, his cock had stirred and become rock-hard, and Paul knew that if he didn't get some relief, he would go crazy.
He decided to take a chance, saying, "You're right, Miss Andrews. Since we won't see each other any more, I guess you won't mind if I kiss you goodbye."
Paul moved closer to her and leaned over to kiss her. She turned her cheek toward his as he slipped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her roughly toward him. His heart was beating strongly as he felt the erect nipples of her tits through the flimsy material of her gown. Her body felt warm and soft and he dug his fingers into her shoulders and then roughly pulled her toward him, one hand darting out and reaching inside the folds of her gown.
She gasped. He wasn't certain whether she was surprised or pleased, but at least she didn't pull away as he continued to kiss her. She leaned her head back on the couch and parted her lips as he forced his tongue inside her warm mouth. He pulled her closer to him. Her free hand reached down and played with his zipper.
They were both breathing harder and harder as her hand deftly unzipped his fly and felt inside for his prick. The material of his shorts was holding back his rod. Fumbling, she found the fly opening of the shorts and eased his stiff dick out into the open. Hungrily, she threw her head toward his lap and with one large gulp engulfed his swollen cock in her hot mouth.
At the same time, he eased his hand inside her gown and reached the top of her panties. He poked one finger down inside and stroked across her mound. It felt warm and moist to his touch and he explored further by poking his finger between the lips of her cunt and feeling inside its folds. He could feel the moisture of her cunt and she breathed with passion as he stroked her delicately.
Get hold of yourself girl, she warned. Don't get carried away. Just take his hand gently and remove it from your crotch. Stand up, tell him goodbye and that's it…
She couldn't move. She couldn't stand up, and even if she had wanted to remove his hand from her cunt, she couldn't do it. It felt good. A longing to fuck Paul just one last time came over her. She no longer could break away from him. There was no stopping now. Brenda let his tongue probe deeper into her mouth as she frantically began to nibble his swollen prick as fast as she could. Her panties were moist with her juices and she moaned softly as Paul found her swollen clit and stroked it gently.
Ron was also Paul's best friend and Ron couldn't understand why he had seen so little of Paul these past few days. In the past, Ron and Paul were inseparable, and Ron was a little upset because his best friend had been ignoring him for several days now.
After school, Ron had hurried back to the dormitory so he could talk to Paul. He thought that perhaps he and Paul could go for a hike down the beach, look for some shells and maybe even go for a swim and dive for same coral. When he got to the dormitory, Paul was taking a shower and he appeared to be in a hurry to go somewhere. Ron asked Paul to go down to the beach with him, but Paul said he had to go see Miss Andrews for a French lesson.
Ron didn't believe his friend. He couldn't imagine why a teacher would ask a student to her cottage for a lesson. It sounded pretty suspicious to him, and he decided to follow Paul and see if he was telling him the truth.
Now, at last, his wait was over. He had stationed himself against the fence, and had a clear view of Miss Andrews living room. He couldn't, hear what was happening and it didn't look too interesting either; he was about ready to leave when it happened! How lucky could a guy get, he thought. The other day he had the good fortune to see Mr. Livingstone balling his own stepdaughter, Dee, and now… wow, he could see the prim and proper Miss Andrews reaching inside Paul's pants and whipping out his swollen cock! How lucky!
Ron leaned back against the fence and strained for a better view of the scene in the living room. He didn't have to look too hard. Miss Andrews had bent her head towards Paul's crotch, and yes, she had sucked his throbbing dick into her slick mouth! He could hear Paul groaning as she gently sucked his cock and squeezed his balls.
"Let me stick it in you," Paul groaned.
She didn't let go of his prick, but began to pump harder and harder with her mouth as he raised his hips from the couch and fucked into her cooperative mouth.
Ron couldn't believe his eyes. Miss Andrews was giving the best blow-job he had ever witnessed in his whole life!
"Mmmmmm," Ron moaned, and quickly reached inside his pants to relieve his throbbing dick. His prick was rubbing against his slacks and he slid the zipper down as he reached inside to touch himself. He stroked faster and faster, trying to keep up with the tempo maintained by the couple on the couch.
Brenda was panting and Paul was afraid he was going to shoot his cum in her mouth. He actually had no objection to that, and he knew Miss Andrews liked to suck him off, but he figured for a farewell, he should fuck her good and proper. In fact, he should fuck her in a manner which she would never forget. He would fuck her in the ass, he decided.
He pulled his jerking, throbbing cock out of her surprised mouth and without another word maneuvered her onto the floor. She gasped as he placed her on her stomach and pulled the gown up above her waist. He knelt astride her, and over her loud protests, he began to rub her anus. Her ass was firm and smooth and white. Miss Andrews began to sob as he stroked her gently. As his rubbing became more pronounced, she shuddered from his touch.
Her legs were clenched tightly together, but Paul pushed them apart. His hand reached under her and he felt her moist, juicy cunt as he stroked gently back again toward her ass. She tensed as she sensed he was about to invade her ass.
"Don't worry, Miss Andrews, I won't hurt you, but I just have to fuck you in the ass!" he cried.
Brenda began to struggle when she realized he meant business. She had mixed feelings about being ass-fucked and was trying desperately to turn over on her back. Paul held her firmly and began to rub the tip of his cock around her asshole. She was moaning softly as she felt its stiffness. Meanwhile, he was stroking her clit, and her hips instinctively raised as she began her motions of fucking.
"Mmmmm, that feels so good," she was groaning as he stoked her clit. His finger was wet with her cuntal juices and he rammed his finger up her cunt frantically as he stroked her asshole with his cock.