Brenda Andrews completed the last lap of the Olympic sized swimming pool, pulled herself from the water, and ran toward the bathhouse, a long purple towel draped across one bronzed shoulder.
In the bathhouse, she stood before the full-length mirror, smiling at her reflection seductively; a small pool of water was forming at her feet.
"Not bad for an old gal of forty-one! What a pity that no man sees this body," she was thinking aloud. She blushed as she remembered that one, all-too-brief night on the beach in Jamaica. Her pulse throbbed as she remembered the moonlight, the hot sand on her bare body and the bronzed body of Ricky, whom she had never seen again.
She continued to stare at herself in the mirror, still absorbed in her daydream. Yes, Brenda was attractive in a subtle way. If she had only given herself half a chance she could have been downright sexy; but, she did not have the courage to try new kinds of makeup and she did not bother to dress in a daring manner or show off her voluptuous body to better advantage. If she had, most men would have looked her way, but unfortunately she dressed in a dowdy manner, in loose-fitting, baggy shirts, and skirts that were much too long.
In her one-piece bathing suit, Brenda was a knockout. Her long, thin legs were tanned by the Florida sun, and her full tits were high and firm. As she slipped her bathing suit off her shoulders, her lovely breasts fell free and swayed seductively. Brenda gasped aloud as she viewed her body from a different angle. She shivered as she traced the outline of her nipple with one finger, and then pulled her hand away quickly as she saw her startled expression in the mirror and realized what she had been doing.
The bathing suit was now down around her knees and her pubic area stood out in dark contrast to the soft white skin below her waist. Her stomach was flat and her tits stood taut even though she was large-busted.
Her body indeed, would have captured many a glance from an admiring male, but unfortunately Brenda was wasting away in a new jab at a boys' school and none of the male instructors had noticed her as yet – and probably never would.
Raised in New England, the second child of very strict parents, Brenda had led a very sheltered life. She had only a few friends, was a good student and class valedictorian, but had never had a date all through high school. In college she was too busy studying and working, and boys just never seemed to notice her. The only time she had actually been with a man was that one night in Jamaica when she had left the other teachers aboard the cruise ship and had wandered alone onto a beach. Ricky had found her there, sitting beneath a palm tree, crying, and he had confronted her in his soft-spoken Jamaican dialect.
Now as she thought about that night an the beach, her hand unconsciously went down her soft stomach and a finger caught in the curls of her triangle as she moved it quickly toward her waiting cunt.
Her body ached with passion as she quickly put a finger into her hot, wet slit.
"Damn them! Damn them all!" she cried aloud. Brenda was upset to think that her parents had caused her to be the way she was shy and fearful of the opposite sex. She couldn't even carry on a conversation with an adult male without getting flustered. She was always thinking: Take my body, take me! I wish you would stick your cock in me and fuck me! But naturally she did not have the nerve to say such a thing, and she got flustered and usually ended the conversation after a very brief time.
Basically, she was a very shy person and the few men she did meet got the impression that she was snobbish and soon lost interest in her.
Brenda did have a good relationship with the boys who were in her care, the boys from the wealthy families who were her charges at the exclusive boys' school in the Florida Keys.
It was these boys that Brenda hungered for with a desire that was burning out of control. I must pull myself together I must. I can't let Mr. and Mrs. Livingstone know what I'm thinking! They'll fire me for sure!
Keysville Academy was located on one of the larger Keys, halfway between Miami and Key West. The school was an old, established one and the boys who were sent there were from all over the United States.
Brenda had been selected by the Board of Directors and Brad Livingstone who was the headmaster. Her references from her previous principal at the high school in her hometown in Vermont had been the best. The Florida weather was heaven in comparison to the cold winters in her home state, and Brenda was trying her best to live up to the image that the Board expected from her.
I hope they don't find out what I'm thinking! I don't want to leave here!
Now, as she started to towel herself dry and put on her blouse and skirt, Brenda began to think of Paul, whom she was to tutor in French in fifteen minutes. She blushed as she thought about the good-looking boy. Paul was tall for his age and in recent days his shoulders had seemed to broaden, his voice deepened. Several times she caught herself thinking about him, day dreaming and wondering what it would be like for him to hold her in his arms. Stop it! she ordered herself. You are behaving like a depraved person.
She finished brushing her reddish hair from her eyes and hurried out of the bathhouse and across the quadrangle to her room. Paul would be there any minute now, and she wanted to be ready for him. Oh, how she wanted to be ready for him! But she knew she couldn't be ready in the way that she wanted to. Breathlessly she reached her cottage and turned the door handle. She went into the cool room and quickly gathered up the French lesson she had prepared for Paul. Trying to look very businesslike she sat down at the small table in her dining area, then jumped up to look in the refrigerator to make sure she had a Coke in case Paul was thirsty.
Several minutes later there was a knock at her door and she nervously called for Paul to come in. Her eyes were on his crotch as he stepped across the threshold, carrying his French book. She uttered an audible gasp as she viewed the obvious bulge in his too-tight jeans. His boyish face looked at her intently as she welcomed him.
"Hello, Paul," she managed to stammer. Her eyes again dropped to his crotch and she shuddered as she thought, I wonder if he has ever shoved his prick into a woman?
She tried to appear calm as she crossed the room to adjust the shade, but she flushed as she passed Paul and brushed against his arm. Tingles went through her as the electricity passed between them. Again, her eyes automatically dropped to his crotch and she hungrily followed the outline of his boyish prick as he crossed the room toward the table.
"S-sit here, Paul," she managed to stammer, and she held her hand out, gesturing toward the empty chair.
I've got to fuck him! I want Paul! The thought of his cock is driving me insane!
"Paul, now let's see where you are having difficulty," she leaned across him, her hair purposely brushing against his cheek.
Brenda momentarily swayed; she was losing her composure rapidly as she again glanced down at his crotch. She was losing all control. She felt weak with lust and desire and struggled to pull herself together long enough to continue talking to Paul.
She could feel her panties beginning to moisten with her pussy juices and she swayed again, precariously, as she thought, Get rid of him, get him out of here… then you can finger-fuck yourself. No, that's not what I want! she almost cried aloud, I want him.
Brenda was trembling. Apparently Paul had not noticed her discomfort or if he had, he had not understood fully what was happening to her.
"Paul," she managed to stammer, "this is rather difficult for me. Come over here and sit next tame on the couch and we can concentrate on your lesson together."
"Okay, Miss Andrews." He got up from his chair and walked slowly toward the couch where Brenda was seated. He casually sat down at the far end of the couch.
"Paul, sit here. How on earth can I teach you French if you are clear at the other end?" she laughed.
Suddenly her heart began to pound unsteadily as she thought of a wild scheme! Yes, she definitely would have to make the first move. Paul wasn't about to do anything, and she wasn't even certain if he was interested or not.
She got up from the couch, calling over her shoulder to Paul, "Would you like a Coke?" He nodded in the affirmative, and she took a Coke and some ice out of the refrigerator. Her hand was trembling as she poured the Coke into a tall glass. Walking on unsteady legs, she went directly to the couch and handed Paul the glass. As he reached for the glass, she let go. Coke, glass and ice fell into the crotch of the startled Paul! It was no accident, of course, and Brenda had planned her next move.
"Stay there, Paul." She hurried to the small kitchen and quickly grabbed a dish towel that was hanging there. Her nerves were shaky as she quickly opened the refrigerator, grabbed a half-filled bottle of liquor and swallowed a large mouthful. Her knees went weak and she was thinking lewd thoughts as she hurried toward the couch with towel in hand.
For a brief moment she was ready to call her whole scheme off, but the thought of Paul's prick made her put her better judgment aside.
She leaned down toward Paul, and her hair brushed his face and he flinched. Her breasts were at his eye level and he didn't know which way to turn to avoid looking at them. Her blouse had been unbuttoned and he could see the outline of her bra as she leaned forward and began to wipe the ice and Coke from the couch. He tried to move out of her way, but she told him to stay where he was, that she could pick up the ice okay. He squirmed uncomfortably as she began to mop up the liquid that had spilled between his legs.
"There, we almost have it all now," she murmured as she energetically patted his damp crotch with the towel. Yes, she had finally found an excuse to touch his firm body. She breathed more heavily now as she moved closer to Paul and she swayed, momentarily losing her balance as she caught the boys scent of soap and perspiration. Her senses reeled! Yes, it was not her imagination. She had felt the movement of his prick as she patted his jeans dry. She patted furiously now. She had awakened his lustful desire, and Brenda was not about to back out now!
Keep on patting him, she thought furiously. He'll get the idea soon! Don't stop now, Brenda. Don't you want to feel that soft, stiff prick in you? Don't you want to feel its smoothness in your mouth?
Paul looked up at her, his eyes wide with wonder. "M-Miss Andrews?" he stammered, and she promptly sat down next to him on the couch and leaned unsteadily toward him.
"M-Miss Andrews," he stuttered, "a-are you okay?"
She didn't answer him, abut leaned closer to him and saw the astonishment in his face as she began to kiss him savagely. She forced his mouth open with her hungry lips as she frantically shoved her stiffened tongue into his mouth.
For a brief second, Paul hesitated. He weakly pushed her away, but stopped as he felt her hot tongue probing deeper and her frantic hands caressing his chest.
There was no turning back now. It was obvious what she wanted from his body. He sighed with passion and relaxed as he let Brenda take the initiative.
Sex with a woman was completely new to Paul. Oh, sure, he had jerked off numerous times with the other boys at school and he had read some books and looked at some of the magazines that were available at the local newsstand, but he had never fucked a female.
Brenda was frantically kissing him, and he fell back on the couch as she grabbed for his cock. Her hand shook unsteadily as she unzipped his jeans. She cursed silently as the zipper stuck. The bulge was driving her mad with passion. There it was! There was that beautiful cock just beneath the material of his jeans. There it was, just waiting to be freed… waiting to be sucked and fondled and caressed!
Paul tried to pull himself to a sitting position, but Brenda pushed him down again as she continued to free his prick from the confines of his tight jeans.
There it was! She had his beautiful stiff cock out and she gasped loudly as she fell forward and sucked it hungrily into her mouth.
Paul tensed momentarily as he felt her lips engulf his rod. Afraid that she was frightening the boy, Brenda dropped his prick from her eager mouth and grasped it lovingly in her right hand. She proceeded to knead it gently, almost fearfully.
Better go easy, girl, she thought. Don't scare him now.
Paul relaxed as she fondled his cock. He decided to enjoy the thrilling sensations her hand was producing.
Sensing his delight, Brenda whispered huskily, "Do you like what I'm doing, Paul? Does it feel good?"
"Paul, I want you to feel good all over, so just lie back and relax."
"Okay, Miss Andrews."
It sounded ridiculous. Here she was with his throbbing cock grasped in her hand and he was still calling her Miss Andrews!
She rubbed harder with her hand. Paul only had a partial erection but she would soon fix that.
"Paul, honey, let's go into my room where we'll be more comfortable."
He was silent as she helped him from the couch and led him by the hand into her darkened bedroom. In the dim light she could see his cock sticking straight out from his curly crotch as he walked uneasily into her room.
She was pulling her clothes off rapidly as he stood there watching her in breathless wonder. Miss Andrews was the first adult female he had ever seen naked, and the sight was overwhelming him with new-found desire.
Brenda grabbed for his prick, and gently closed her fingers around it. It felt hot to her touch and she gasped with desire as she fingered her prize.
Paul was still standing in the middle of her bedroom, legs spread slightly. Brenda dropped to her knees and with a cry of delight sucked his cock into her eager mouth.
She was excited as she ran her tongue up and down the length of his prick. She licked excitedly as she neared his balls. Her frantic licking had brought a tremendous erection from Paul, and he almost lost his balance as she sucked and nibbled, her tongue flicking the length of the shaft once more.
"Miss…" He didn't get a chance to finish. Brenda pushed him toward the bed, and threw him savagely down onto the mattress.
He lay there on his back, his huge erection jutting toward the ceiling. Brenda continued to slide her slippery tongue the full length of his cock.
"Ohhh…" he groaned as she put her tongue tip under the foreskin and licked around the head with a frantic circular motion.
Paul trembled at she continued to mouth-fuck him. He moaned and reeled with pleasure as she continued sliding her tongue up and down his engorged prick.
The pleasure was indescribable and Paul bucked and began to move his hips in a fucking motion. He felt like he was going to explode at any second and he blushed as he wondered if Miss Andrews would be mad if he came in her mouth!
He could stand it no longer. A strange sensation was beginning to form within and he lunged upward with a quick motion.
Brenda withdrew her mouth temporarily. She did not want him to come so quickly. She wanted to prolong the fondling and the licking for as long as possible.
She pushed him back on the bed and gently kissed him on the lips. "Don't be afraid, Paul," she murmured. "I won't hurt you."
His cock was stiff with desire and it throbbed as she leaned down again. Her mouth was busy as she gently kissed and licked his cock. The salty taste of his prick was driving her wild. She took the glans gently in her puckered mouth and sucked in the whole organ ins vacuum-like motion.
Paul squirmed delightedly as she sucked his prick into her mouth. His senses were reeling as she nibbled and sucked.
"Oh… oh… oh… I can't stand it any longer!" he cried. His cock was pushing frantically in-and-out of her mouth. "Oh… I'm… I'm going to come!" he yelled.
Brenda ignored his remark and sucked hungrily – faster and faster in a frantic sucking motion as she inhaled all of his cock. Her free hand found his balls and she kneaded them with a soft touch.
Paul was weak with passion. "Miss… Miss… I have to come!" he squealed.
Brenda lifted her busy mouth from his crotch and breathlessly panted, "Oh, Paul… came… I want you to come. I want to taste your juice in my mouth. I want to lap it all up. I want you to come and come and…"
"AHHHHH!" he yelled. "Miss… oh… yes… I feel it… I'm commming…"
She felt his stiff rod shove against the roof of her mouth and then she felt the first spurt of his hot juices as he exploded savagely inside her mouth. The bucking and the spurting seemed to go on and on and with each new thrust he cried aloud and sobbed with joy as his squirting jism left his prick.
Finally, it was over and he fell back on the bed, eyes closed, gasping for breath.
He felt her pull her mouth away from his crotch as she released his limp cock.
Several minutes went by. Not a word had been spoken. Miss Andrews was lying alongside Paul, her right hand resting on his limp, wet cock.
"Wow, you must really know how to fuck," she said.
Surprised, he opened his eyes and looked at her. "Miss Andrews, I… I think I had better be going back to my room now."
"Paul, don't you want to fuck me?"
"I… I guess so," he stammered.
"Paul, I want you to screw me. I know you had a good time just now, but I want you."
"Look, Paul," and she pulled herself to a squatting position. "Look at my cunt, Paul. It's dripping from excitement. Put your prick in me, Paul."
Embarrassed, Paul looked away. Her hairy snatch was right there for the taking, but he was afraid to do what she wanted him to.
"Paul, don't be afraid, honey," she managed to say. She was fondling his prick and balls and her soft touch was beginning to excite Paul again.
He looked at her more carefully. Nice big tits and a hairy cunt that was exciting him.
She reached over and took his hand. Without a word she inserted two of his fingers in her wet cunt. He pulled away.
"Go ahead, Paul, don't be afraid. Shove your fingers into my cunt. Mmmmmm, that feels good."
He patted the furry patch of hair, wet with her juices, and poked a finger exploringly into her slit. Her cunt was wet with desire and she gasped with pleasure as he gently rubbed the inner lips. She trembled as he touched her. Braver now, he pushed two fingers up her hot canal and began to get excited himself as he felt her muscles contract.
Picking up the rhythm, he was frantically pushing two fingers in and out of her cunt and she moaned and gasped with each upward thrust he made. Her juices were miming down his fingers and out onto his wrist as she bucked her hips and rolled to and fro.
"Oh… sooo… good! I want your prick, Paul. I want you to fuck me like I've never been fucked before… now."
He pulled his hand out of her cunt and she spread her legs obscenely as she cried, "Now, Paul… take your prick and ram it in me!"
Paul couldn't believe what happened next. He was on his knees. His cock was straight out and he almost threw himself on top of Brenda in a clumsy effort to enter her. His eyes bulged with wonder as he looked at her big tits staring him in the eyes and her moist cunt waiting invitingly for his prick to enter. He drew back momentarily. Gee, maybe I should play with her tits for a while, he thought.
His hands roughly squeezed the erect nipples and Brenda squealed as he fondled her.
"Suck my nipples, Paul," she whispered, and he bent over and licked her nipples with his tongue. Brenda moaned with lust. She grabbed him around the neck and as she pulled closer to him he did as she had asked. He took the hard nipple into his mouth and began to suck on it like a baby.
"Paul, stick it in, now!" she gasped. He hesitated briefly. "Paul… Paul… please fuck me now!" she begged.
Paul didn't need to be asked a third time. His cock was ready and he shook with eagerness as he aimed it toward her gaping cunt.
Brenda's legs were wide and her wet cunt was in full view. "Do it to me, Paul. Take your prick in your hand and push it into me. My God, Paul, don't you know how to fuck a woman?"
Frantic with desire, Brenda grasped his prick firmly in her right hand and guided it into the right place. As it entered her slippery cunt she moaned with passion.
Paul momentarily pulled back when he felt the wet, throbbing meat of her cunt, but as Brenda murmured to him, "Paul… shove it in and out," he frantically began to fuck her.
"Ooh… ooh… that feels so good," he moaned.
Wild with passion, Brenda clung to Paul. Her long fingernails dug into his back and her slim legs encircled his waist as she frantically lifted her hips toward him.
"Deeper… deeper!" she screamed, and bucked wildly as she tried to maintain contact with Paul's cock. "Oh… oh, so good to have a man's cock in me again! Paul, dear, please keep fucking me!"
Her cunt tightened around his shaft and he could feel her trembling with passion. The same strange sensations were being felt by Paul, and he began to worry that he would come before long.
Her writhing, body was bucking furiously beneath him. The two bodies were locked together as one as he fucked into her deeper and deeper and she moaned louder and louder with each new thrust.
"Paul… fuck me, fuck me… keep fucking me! Ram it all the way… oh, Paul…"
Paul didn't argue with her. He was having the time of his life. Here he was in Miss Andrews' room, lying on her bed and fucking her for all he was worth and the bitch was yelling for more!
Happy to comply, he was bouncing joyously as he rammed his cock deeper and deeper into his partner's cunt.
He pulled up on both elbows and looked down at his hard cock. He watched fascinated as he pushed it in and out of Miss Andrews' eager cunt!
The tempo of their fucking picked up as he shoved deeper and deeper into her. Every thrust of his cock brought a new cry of delight from Brenda, and again he pulled up so that he could see his hard cock slipping in and out of Brenda's slippery cunt. Her face was wild with excitement and she smiled unconsciously as he fucked harder.
Brenda had waited a long time for a fucking session such as this, and she didn't want it to end too soon. She wanted to savor every moment of passion. She didn't want to come right now, but wanted to go on and on and on with Paul ramming his beautiful prick into her hungry cunt.
Oblivious to time, Brenda's body began to shake with passion. She tightened her grasp on Paul and spread her legs widely so that he could penetrate her deeper and deeper.
"Screw, fuck me to death!" she cried. Her orgasm began and she screamed louder and louder as wave after wave of pleasure racked her body. Her cunt tightened around his cock and she felt Paul's organ throb as it began to eject its load into her cunt. Her gash was waiting as he pumped furiously into her and the pleasure was unbearable as the two exploded simultaneously.
It seemed like an eternity had passed but actually it was only minutes. Paul was still atop Brenda, his prick still nestled within her.
"Paul, Paul… I think it's time for you to go," she managed to whisper. "You had better go get dressed for dinner, or you'll be late."
Without a word, he jumped out of bed and walked into the living room to pick up his clothes where they were lying rear the couch. Now that their sex session was over, Paul was rather embarrassed to be naked in front of his teacher, and he quickly pulled his clothes on.
Brenda came out of her bedroom wearing a long robe. Even in the dim light he could see the outline of her cunt mound and the firm, taut tits as they jutted out from her body.
"Paul, I hope you will let me give you another French lesson soon," she managed to stammer.
"Oh, sure, Miss Andrews… any time you want me to, I… I'll come back for another lesson."
"Fine, Paul. Well you'd better run now. I'll see you later."
Paul quickly left the cottage and hurried to his room. My God, he thought, I fucked my French teacher and she wants to give me more lessons.
Wow!
After Paul left, Brenda sat down weakly on the couch. What have I done? I have taken a boy and seduced him! Brenda Andrews, you must be mad! What will you do if he tells Mr. Livingstone? Do you want to leave Keysville in disgrace? Stop it! Stop it, right now! Forget how it felt to have Paul's prick deep in your cunt. Forget how it felt to have him shoving his rod deeper and deeper, making you feel all those good feelings! Forget it Brenda, and go back to teaching French… just keep dreaming about the men who might screw you… don't ever have anything for yourself… She sank down into the arm chair, laid her head on the arm and began to sob, her emotions spent.
Brenda did not go to the dining hall that evening, but stayed in her cottage. The events of the afternoon had moved all too quickly for her and she wandered from room to room, not knowing what to do with herself.
Of one thing she was certain; she must not attempt to see Paul alone again because she surely would not be able to control her emotions!
I must not do that again, she thought. How could I have done such a thing? Paul is a mere boy and I am a forty-one year old woman. How could I have done such a despicable thing? I sucked him and I fucked him and here he is just a boy. What could I have been thinking! How can I face Paul again?