"Mae me come!" Brenda begged. "Stick your cock in me and make me come! Oh, yes… baby… baby!"
Paul was ready. His prick was rock-hard as he aimed it toward her ass. She protested as he tried to push inside her. Grunting and groaning, he pushed against her, but was barely inside as he met with resistance. He pulled his cock back and with a forceful shove, pushed as hard as he could. Brenda yelled in pain as his throbbing dick violated her ass. He squirmed and pushed harder into her. Her ass was tight as he relentlessly pushed onward. His prick began to throb violently as he made contact with her warm passage.
His hands crept under her and pulled her up toward his body as he struggled to get his prick in deeper. Again, Brenda gasped, unable to speak.
Her body felt battered and bruised as ho violated the very depths of her bowels. His stroking was labored as he struggled intently to move his cock in and out of her passage. The feeling he was experiencing was one of sheer ecstasy! Brenda was finally his in a way he thought was beautiful. He had fucked her in the mouth. He had fucked her in the cunt, and now… total and wild abandon he was fucking her in the ass, and she was even beginning to enjoy it!
He continued to stroke her clit and rub his hand up and down her cuntlips. She groaned with delight as he manipulated her pussy. His fingers felt like a stiff prick in her cunt and she could feel the first wave of an intense orgasm about td overtake her.
"Baby… oh, baby… that feels so good, wonderful, I love it, I love it!" she groaned.
Paul grinned as he continued his manipulation of her body and rammed his cock farther up her asshole.
Jolts of pleasure were rocking his body and her movements were about to make Paul explode.
"I'm going to come!" she screamed, and her body convulsed and was racked with jolts of delight as her cunt exploded.
Paul lunged deeper and deeper as his cock met with no further resistance. "Oh, God… I'm coming!" he cried. His cock was forcibly held by her tight ass and in seconds, she had drained the last of his juices from his exhausted prick.
"Oh… what a fucking," he groaned. "Miss Andrews… oh, Miss Andrews, so fucking good…"
Now, I can't believe it! Ron shook his head in disbelief, his limp, dripping cock still in his hand, and he shook with pleasure as he recalled the sight he had just witnessed. I can't believe it! he repeated over and over to himself.
CHAPTER SIX
No, it wasn't her imagination. She was absolutely certain this time. When she came into her classroom the following morning, Paul and the other boy, Ron, were definitely talking about her.
She could not hear what was said, but she caught the words "Miss Andrews", and she knew they had to be talking about what she and Paul had done!
Embarrassed, she walked across the room and sat down at her desk. Her hands were shaking as she moved the papers on her desk and prepared to begin the lesson with the class.
She had a startled expression on her face when she saw the note on her desk. Written in a scrawl, it said: "You'd better be at your place at 5 p.m. sharp today, because I have something I want to say to you!" The note was not signed.
Brenda looked around the room trying to detect an air of suspicion about one of the boys. She could find none. Paul's eyes avoided hers as she looked at him. She didn't think the note was from him. They had agreed yesterday. Rather, she had told him that she would not see him any more, that it was too risky to continue their relationship. He seemed to accept the idea, especially after she had let him fuck her in the ass!
Even now she cringed as she thought of his hard dick pumping in and out of her tight ass! The thought had repelled her at first, but the sensations she felt had more than compensated for her initial discomfort.
Again, she looked around the room before speaking. There – she had not been imagining it! That boy – Ron Williams – was looking at her with a lascivious grin on his face.
It was hard to concentrate on her lessons that day, and Brenda was glad when school ended for the day and she was able to go home and fix herself a drink.
The tall glass was on her nightstand and Brenda was standing in front of her mirror holding several different outfits up to her. What are you doing, you fool? she asked herself. He's only a boy. A boy like Paul. What difference does it make what you wear? After all, you're not going to seduce him. Her heart skipped a beat as she thought of Paul, his hard cock jutting out from his body… his hard dick filling her cunt with his juices as she writhed and groaned with passion and muttered obscenities as he fucked her aching pussy! A boy like Paul. A good-looking boy who was no doubt hung like a bull. A boy who didn't quite know how to use his equipment properly, but oh, how she would like to teach him! Her panties felt moist with her juices as she looked at herself once more in the mirror.
She slipped into the long gown, the one she had been wearing yesterday. It stretched across her taut nipples as she buttoned it and fled the sash loosely around her waist.
There was a knock on the door. She hesitated and almost decided not to answer it. If she didn't go to the door, the person knocking would soon go away. You've got to answer it, she told herself. You've got to find out who wrote you the note. Maybe it was Paul. Maybe he's in some kind of trouble and you can help him. Go open the door!
The knocking grew more persistent. She hurried across the room and swept the door open in one quick movement. It was as she had thought. The boy standing on her doorstep was Ron. He had dark hair, he was taller than Paul and broader in the shoulders. Her eyes fell toward his crotch. Yes, she could see a promising bulge in his pants. She told him to come inside and she locked the door as soon as he was in the room.
Neither one of them spoke for a moment. He was looking at her with a mischievous look in his eyes.
Finally he spoke. "Miss Andrews, I… I want you to know that I know that you and Paul have been fucking." He didn't flush as he said the word, but Miss Andrews did.
"Why… why… I don't know what you're talking about," she lied.
"Miss Andrews," he went on, "I've seen you suck off Paul. I've seen him fuck you, I've seen you fuck him, and I've even…" He lowered his voice.
"I seen him fuck you in the ass! My father is a member of the school board," he continued, "and I know if he ever heard that one of the teachers was fuckin' one of the students, the teacher might get into some really big trouble."
"What do you want, Ron?" she stammered. She knew what she wanted. She was staring at his crotch and the bulge in his jeans was beginning to stir. The sight of his prick outlined in his jeans was making her weak. She forgot her promise to Brad and her promise to Paul never to see him again. Without a word, she slipped to her knees in front of Ron, and without further delay frantically unzipped his pants. Brenda pressed her cheek against his crotch and she felt his rod stirring against her cheek.
He gasped as she unzipped him, but he did not try to stop her. She looked up at him for a word of encouragement, but his eyes were tightly closed. His pelvis was thrust forward, his legs spread, and she lost no further time in freeing his cock from the confines of his shorts. It jumped out at her from his crotch, its seven-inch shaft wavering. His prick was so engorged and stiff she was afraid it would burst if she did not take care of it for him at once.
He did not protest as she exposed his cock and took the swollen instrument into her waiting mouth.
"Suck me, Miss Andrews," the boy said. "Suck me off like you did Paul."
She cupped his balls in both hands and he gulped as he felt the warmth of her. Very slowly, very deliberately she sucked inward, pulling the length of his dick into her moist mouth. He could feel her sucking him into the depths of her throat and his senses reeled as her tongue began to lick his shaft, slurping softly over the smooth skin, then nibbling and slurping faster and faster, from top to bottom, up and down the length of his rod, slurping and sucking, tickling his balls with her pointed tongue.