"Okay, Brad, fuck me!" she yelled. She let go of his cock mid fell to the ground. Quickly she pulled her shorts down. Brad gasped as he viewed her hairy mound. Conveniently, Brenda had not worn my panties, and as she pulled her shorts down her slim legs and threw them beside her, Brad hurried to his knees and fell forward, burying his face in her crotch.
Brenda's cunt was moist with her juices, and he flicked his tongue in and out of her hungry pussy. Brenda groaned and moved her body rapidly as he shoved his tongue in and out of her cunt. He paid particular attention to her clit, and drove her to the heights of passion with his licking and sucking. She reached for his balls and massaged him gently as he knelt over her. Excitedly her finger probed his anus. Brad was dizzy with passion; there were so many good sensations coming from all directions that he was about to blow his mind, not to mention his load.
"Brenda, I'm going to come!" he warned.
She lay back quickly, her head resting on the pine needles as he aimed his hard cock at her gaping pussy. "Yes… yes, Brad, I want your cock in me!"
He shoved his rod into her and she tightened her grip around his shaft as he pumped into her. The movement was too much for Brad and he bucked violently as he rammed his cock into her wet cunt. He felt the pressure of her vagina as it enveloped his cock, and his whole body shook with convulsions as he began to unload his cum into her eager pussy.
"AHHHHH!" he screamed. "Brenda, oh, Brenda… I'm coming! Oh, Brenda baby…"
Brenda didn't want Brad to come so soon. Her passion was mounting with each rough thrust of his hard cock and her cunt felt so marvelous that she groaned and gasped with each new plunging of his prick.
"Ahhh… Brad, oh, Brad!" she gasped. "Brad… I'm going to…" She flung her legs outward so that he could shove his prick into her depths, and she screamed loudly as the first wave of bliss hit her body. Her cunt tightened around his prick. He felt it milking him of his juices. He yelled aloud as his jism pumped into her receptive cunt. The pleasure they both felt was mind-shattering.
Exhausted, they both lay on the ground. Brad lay on top of Brenda for a long time. Finally his wet, limp cock slithered from her cunt and he rolled over on his back and looked skyward. Without a word, they gathered up their clothes which they had strewn on the ground and dressed. Brenda walked back to the beach party alone, but she couldn't miss Paul's eyes as he looked at her. It was obvious that Paul knew what she had been up to and the hurt look on his face confirmed her feelings.
"Paul, can you come here for a minute and help me," she finally said.
"You don't look like you need any more help from me," he called back over his shoulder as he hurried away from the beach party and back toward his dormitory.
CHAPTER EIGHT
On Sunday afternoon, Brenda drove into Marathon. She wanted to get away from the school for a while and thought the drive might do her some good. Her mind kept jumping back to Brad and the way he had fucked her in the woods yesterday at the beach party. She sighed as she remembered their fervent fucking, the feel of his hard cock inside her and his burning mouth on hers.
As she drove down Palm Avenue, her mind returned again and again to their passionate lovemaking of yesterday. Yes, Brad was quite a man. She couldn't understand, though, why his wife, Betty, was never around him. She either didn't care or wasn't too smart, but letting a good-looking, virile guy like Brad on the loose wasn't such a good idea, Brenda reasoned.
Brenda turned her car left onto Coral Avenue, and just as she passed the bus station she noticed Brad and Dee in front of the station. Of course, she thought, nothing strange about that, it's four p.m. and Dee's bus is due to leave for Key West in a few minutes. She glanced around to see if Betty was there, but she didn't catch a glimpse of her anywhere. What startled Brenda however, was the way Brad was looking at Dee. He definitely seemed to be showing more than a step-fatherly interest, the way he had his hand on her shoulder, and little Dee was looking up at him and smiling seductively. Damn it all, thought Brenda, I wonder if he's been balling the kid?
That evening, Brenda was in her cottage trying to watch television. She was dressed in a robe and was lounging comfortably when there was a knock at her door. Surprised, she got up and went to the door. Paul was standing there. Before he had a chance to say anything, Brenda said, "What are you doing here? I told you not to come here any more."
"I had to talk to you, Miss Andrews," he stammered uncomfortably.
"Well, then you'd better come inside before someone sees you," she answered.
Paul walked in and stood there waiting.
"What is it, Paul?" she asked.
"Well, Miss Andrews, some of the boys have been talking. They're saying things about you."
"What kind of things, Paul?" She glanced at his crotch as she waited for an answer.
She was trying to keep her emotions under control. She had told herself that it was all over between her and Paul, but when she saw the handsome, boy again, her heart skipped a beat and her hungry cunt needed the feel of Paul within it once more.
Paul was standing there waiting for her to make the first move. She decided she would not let Paul get near her. If he kept his distance, she wouldn't be inclined to fuck him again.
"What kind of things, Paul?" she repeated.
He hesitated, then moved closer to her and with a sob buried his head on her shoulder. "Miss… Miss Andrews, Ron says that you and he…"
She tried to comfort him, but her heart was racing and her cunt was throbbing as she held him close. "Paul, I think you'd better come in here so we can talk this over."
Her plan was made. She would get Paul into bed with her and then she just had to be firm and tell him that this was absolutely the last time he must come to her house. Tell him, she warned herself, but her mouth wouldn't move. "Paul, come in here, dear," and she led him toward her bedroom.
I must stop this insanity, she reasoned. I can't continue to fuck Paul. He is a student of mind. If the boys are talking there will be trouble and I'll have to leave here.
Unfortunately, Brenda's body was overpowering her mind. She sat down on the edge of the bed. Her gown gaped at the bust-line and Paul saw the outline of her fabulous boobs. He went to the bed and sat down next to her. She could see his hard, cock bulging in his pants, and she reached out and touched him. He didn't move away. He grabbed her hand and hold it to his erect cock. Her fingers began to fumble as she reached for his zipper. She undid his trousers and reached inside to feel the warmth of him. His hard prick felt good to her, and with a small cry she buried her head in his crotch.
He tried to maneuver his cock into her mouth, but she held back. Finally, she could stand it no longer. She lay down on her bed and Paul stretched out beside her. Neither of them spoke. Finally, his hand reached inside her gown and he drew a circle around her nipple. He could feel it becoming erect from his touch. She sighed. What's the use? she thought. He has me in his power. Just this one last time, she told herself, and then it will all, be over forever.
Ron had gone back to the dormitory looking for Paul. He wasn't there, nor was he in the recreation room where the other boys hung out. He decided to go for a walk, and shortly he was outside Miss Andrews' cottage. The lights were on in the living room, but the bedroom was dark. He went up to the door and knocked. There was no answer. He tried the door. It was open. Quietly, he crept inside. He could hear voices from the bedroom. Miss Andrews was talking to someone, and as he listened he could hear his friend Paul's voice.
Quietly, he crept toward the bedroom. His eyes almost bugged out of his head. Yes, there they were again, and Miss Andrews was lying there on the bed, her gown open, her cunt exposed, and Paul was kissing her. It was too much for him. He raced into the room, and the two startled people lying on the bed sat up with utter surprise as he yelled, "There you are! My friend… trying to fuck our teacher! You'd better let me in on some of your fun and games or I'll call my father right now and tell him what goes on in this school!"