"Oh, so good," the boy murmured. "Your cunt feels so warm and tight."
She was groaning passionately. "Unnnggg… oh, Paul… I'm going to… come… real soon."
"Uuunngghhh!"
"Say when, I'll come at the same time!" he gasped.
"Not yet. No, Paul… not yet! I want to make it last and last!" She continued to sink down deeper onto his long, hard cock, and she shivered as she felt him inside her. "Oh… ahhhh… Paul… you have such a great prick! What a prick… God… that feels so good… oh, Paul you're way up inside of me… fuck me harder now! That's it… that's it… oh, I like what you're doing to me… mmmmm…" Her rhythm was picking up as she swirled around on his erect shaft.
Her corkscrewing action was about to drive him mad. He could barely control himself as her shapely hips moved up and down and her hungry, love-starved pussy made his long, hard dong up and down like an elevator.
"Ohhhh… Paul… uuhhhhh… I love the way you fuck! Your prick feels so good… uhhhh… oohhh!"
The car was filled with the sounds of their frantic fucking, and as her climax began to build up, she hammered even harder at his prick, slapping her ass up and down against his thighs until he groaned with passion.
"Pretty soon… I'm going to come!" she gasped, and he hunched upward to meet her final thrust. "Now… oh, now… Paul… oh, God… ARRRGHHHH!"
"Uunnngghhh… oh, Miss Andrews, I'm coming too!" he gasped. He continued to fuck her deeply as her ass writhed and squirmed on his shaft, her fingers digging into his back as he pounded his cock into her eager cunt.
Neither of them was ready for the powerful orgasms that shook their bodies. Never before had she felt such a mind-shattering experience. She was panting so hard and her heart was beating so fast that she thought she was having an attack.
Exhausted with passion, she rested her head back on the car seat, feeling the warmth of his cum within her. Then she got out of the car and wiped her wet cunt with her panties and put them back in her purse. Wordlessly, Paul looked ahead. Finally, Brenda spoke. "Paul… I want you to know… oh, God, Paul what's the use?" With a sob she buried her head in his crotch. She could smell the scent of his cum and her juices as she lapped his cock clean. His hard cock was throbbing as she licked him off. "Oh, Paul, you're still hard, aren't you?"
"Yes, Miss Andrews, I get hard every time I think about you. Every time I think I'll never see you again I get all hard and I want to fuck you. What are we going to do?"
"Don't worry, Paul… please don't worry. We'll think of something."
Brenda Andrews had finished her swim in the Olympic sized swimming pool and pulled herself out of the water. In the bathhouse she stood before the mirror and smiled back at her reflection. No, you don't look too bad for an old gal of forty-six. She blushed under her deep tan as she remembered the past five years and the hard, cocks that had hungered for her body. Her cunt began to seep its juices as she remembered Paul and Ron and John… and… she couldn't even remember some of their names and faces, but the memory of their stiff cocks meeting her hungry mouth and cunt thrust for thrust, left her with a yearning to reach out and grab the nearest cock and stuff it into her cunt!
It had been three years since she had last seen Ron and Paul. After their graduation from Keysville Academy she had never heard from them again.
She stared at herself in the mirror and thought about all the boys. The faces all seemed to blur in her memory. "So many boys, so many cocks," she sighed. She sobbed aloud as she toweled her still-lithe body dry. Her huge tits were still high and firm and her cunt hair curled invitingly.
Brenda turned for one last look in the mirror. "C'mon pull yourself together, girl." She chuckled and her face lit up with an evil smile. "Yeah, c'mon, get with it. The new boys will be here in about thirty minutes and you'd better be ready for them."
She would be ready all right! Her hungry, eager cunt would certainly be ready! With a little bit of luck she might even find a boy who needed some extra help with his French. "After all, I am a French teacher." She smiled lewdly as she thought of what she'd really like to teach!
Yes, Brenda Andrews, age forty-six, was definitely ready. She hurried back to her room to dress. Yes, she'd be ready for the new boys when their bus arrived in thirty minutes. Oh, would she ever be ready!