Brenda's plane was flying southward. She looked at her watch. In another hour and fifteen minutes her plane would be landing at Miami International Airport. "I guess it's best if I go back to Keysville," she said aloud. "I really couldn't stay at home any longer. It was too risky. Imagine if I had been caught with the neighbors' boy! Oh, God, how awful it would have been if that had happened!" She tried to keep her mind off John, but her cunt ached for him. As the plane neared Miami, she had trouble keeping her mind on the magazine article she was reading. Her heart skipped a beat in wild anticipation as she thought about what it would be like to see Paul and Ron again. She had made up her mind not to be alone with either boy again. The danger was too great. She knew she could not keep her mouth and hands off their firm, cocks, but if she stayed away from them her aching cunt would try to forget them… try to forget the happy times when they had fucked one another with wild abandon.
The ride back to Keysville by bus wasn't too bad. Brenda looked across the flat landscape as the bus entered the Everglades area and wended its way southward toward Marathon. Finally, she saw the bus station looming up ahead and she began to gather her belongings together as the bus came to a halt outside the small station. She looked around to see if anyone had come to meet her. She had sent Brad a telegram to give him the time of her arrival, but he was hot in sight. Instead, she saw Paul standing in front of the bus terminal. Her heart began to beat rapidly and her juices were dampening her panties when she saw him waiting there.
He leapt toward her as she got off the bus.
"I had to see you alone so I took the station wagon."
He smiled shyly. "And here I am!"
He watched for her reaction, but she didn't speak. He looked at her breasts. Her firm, large boobs were poking through the jersey material of her dress, and it was obvious that she was braless. Silently, he picked up her suitcases and started to walk toward the station wagon with them.
Wordlessly, Brenda slipped into the seat beside him. She couldn't talk. Her cunt was throbbing. The sight of Paul had been too much for her. She was afraid to open her mouth… afraid to speak because if she did she would swoop down like a vulture and grab his beautiful cock in her hungry mouth.
The station wagon headed north toward Keysville. Brenda looked out the window. Neither one of them had spoken since they had left the bus station. Suddenly, Brenda realized that Paul had turned off the main highway and was heading down a deserted dirt road in the direction of the beach. She didn't speak, but her heart pounded wildly. Oh, God, she thought, maybe I'll get to see his cock one more time… and then I promise… I'll never suck him off again!
Paul shut off the ignition and turned to face Brenda. Without a word, her hand dropped to his lap and she tugged the zipper downward. She worked her hand between his legs, finding the opening of his shorts and pulling his thick shaft out. With a sob, she buried her head in his crotch. "Miss Andrews… please, Miss Andrews… I have to fuck you just one more time. I just like we used to fuck. Do you remember?" and he looked up at her sadly, moisture on his eyelids.
Her fingers were gently stroking the cock she loved so well, and his hips were thrusting upward as she pumped his dick. "I want to suck you," she murmured, her mouth full of cock. "There, Paul, now push your cock up into my mouth… mmmm… oh, Paul, I've missed your cock so much!"
The boy was pumping and humping his ass frantically upward as he let her suck his swollen prick into her frantic mouth. "MMMMM…" he groaned as she sucked him. Already his body was beginning to feel strange sensations, and he felt his prick tingling with the beginnings of his come. His body was going wild as he humped his ass up off the car seat and pumped into her mouth. His whole body was racked with pleasure; he was precariously close to coming as she sucked him off expertly.
Brenda's mouth was making funny little sucking noises as she lapped the length of his rod. "Paul… Paul… oh… baby… mmmm… soo… so… oh, God, Paul!" She could feel his cum about to surge up his prick and gush into her mouth! Her body writhed and rocked as she sucked harder.
Without warning, she dropped the boy's pecker from her hungry mouth.
"Paul… oh… I want your cock in me! I want to come too… quick… I want you to fuck me!" she groaned passionately.
"You mean you really want to fuck me, Miss Andrews? I'm so glad! I thought maybe you would never want to see me again. I was so worried that you would never come back to Keysville. I couldn't stand it. I jacked-off every day while you were gone. I thought of how you had sucked my cock into your mouth and I got so excited I shot my wad," he said sheepishly.
"Well, don't you worry any more, I'm back and we can fuck each other one more time. But then that's it, Paul. No more! We can't ever be alone again. I've made up my mind and that's it. No more fucking ever again!"
He looked at her in utter disbelief. She must be kidding! Trying to scare me a little. What the hell, I'll fuck her anyway she wants!
"Are you ready to fuck me now?" she asked.
"Yes, oh, yes, Miss Andrews!"
"Good. Then do it to me! Take your prick and… here, let me do it this way." She turned face to face with him, straddling his legs. He buried his head between her breasts as she grabbed his throbbing cock and guided it expertly into her wet cunt. She gasped as she felt it go inside. "Mmmm… oh, yes… yes…" Her legs tightened around his legs, as she settled onto his pulsating cock. "Mmmm, oh, yes… that feels so good when it rubs inside my pussy."
Paul poked upward and then withdrew his cock so that he could rub her clit with its swollen head.
"Oh Paul… please stick it back in! I'm so hot…!"
Carefully he slipped upward into her gaping cunt and grasping her thighs. He began to lift her up and down the length of his shaft as he slipped in and out of her. With a loud gasp, he slowed momentarily.
"Paul! Don't stop! Shove it up all the way! Fuck me! Oh… please keep fucking me!"
"You feel so tight, Miss Andrews," he mumbled. The pressure on his swollen cock was almost more than he could stand, and his fingers dug into her thighs brutally as he pumped her body up and down his shaft.
"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!