Brenda could have stayed in her cottage and fixed her own dinner that evening, but she decided to go to the dining hall and join the others for the evening meal.
If she stayed away from the dining room for two nights in a row, it might arouse Mr. Livingstone's suspicion, although it was not compulsory for her to be in the dining hall on the weekends.
Weekends at Keysville were ordinarily slow for the teachers on the staff. It was a time to catch up on letter writing, reading, shopping, or just plain relaxing.
Ordinarily, Brenda had plenty to do on the weekends, but she had done nothing this weekend. That is nothing that she could tell anyone about. True, she had fucked Paul and Paul had fucked her and… her heart beat faster as she remembered.
The boys were seated at long tables in the dining ball when Brenda entered. Was it her imagination, or did she really hear several snickers from the boys?
Stop imagining things, she ordered herself. Jun walk right in and sit down and eat your dinner. No one could possibly know that you fucked Paul. Paul certainly wouldn't say anything to any of the other boys. The risk would be too great, she reasoned. Why, if the little bastard said anything, she just wouldn't fuck him any more. She'd show him.
Her eyes moved across the room as she tried to find Paul at his usual table. Yes, there he was sitting with his friends, laughing and talking. He didn't look her way. What was he talking about? she wondered. The other boys were laughing. Was he telling them how the proper Miss Andrews had flung herself on her knees and grabbed his swollen prick with her hungry mouth and given him the best damn blow job ever? Could he be telling them how she had sprawled on the bed, her legs spread invitingly while he pumped his hard cock in and out of her love-starved cunt? One of the boys glanced her way; she stiffened. Was she imagining it or did he grin at her in a lewd manner? Stop it, Brenda! she told herself. Paul would never do such a thing! Don't let your imagination run away.
Brenda hurried from the dining room when the meal was over. She brushed past Paul and stammered some type of greeting which she couldn't remember. He seemed to be just as casual as ever as he returned her greeting, but again she thought the same boy had looked at her with a strange expression on his face!
She hurried back to her room and turned on the television set. The old movie flickered on the screen as Brenda tried her best to concentrate on the story.
It was no use, she couldn't sit there any longer watching a silly old movie. There was nothing left to do but go to bed with her thoughts of Paul racing through her mind.
She took a shower, washed and dried her hair and sat down on the edge of the bed. She yawned; yes, today had been a full day, a fulfilling one for her, and she stretched out on her bed, grateful that night had come at last.
Sleep wouldn't come to Brenda, however. As she lay in her bed she kept thinking of Paul and the way it had felt with his hot cock in her slippery cunt. Unable to sleep on her stomach, she turned over onto her back. She couldn't stand it any longer, her body ached for Paul with all its might. She lifted her nightgown slowly and felt her mound of hair. Her thoughts of Paul continued, and as she stroked her cuntlips she felt the juices flow between her legs.
Stop it! she ordered herself. You must be some kind of sex fiend! First you seduce an innocent boy and now here you are playing with yourself!
Brenda couldn't stop. It felt good. Her fingers parted the furry cuntlips and she thrust two fingers into her slit. "Mmmmmm," she groaned. Her body twitched at her own light touch, and she probed deeper into her cunt as she began to breathe more deeply. She shoved her two fingers in and out with a fucking motion as she pretended that the fingers were Paul's prick penetrating her depths. Brenda's juices were oozing down her fingers as she frigged herself rapidly. As she felt her nipples hardening, she took her other hand and rubbed her breasts. Her fingers probed deeper and deeper, and, she began to feel the contractions.
Paul… oh, Paul, she thought as she masturbated frantically. Just pretend it's Paul's prick penetrating you, she thought wildly. Where is he? Where is Paul? I want Paul to fleck me, to fill my cunt with his cream and lick my nipples!
"Oh… oh… I'm going to come," she groaned. "Stick it in me, Paul, stick it in deeper and deeper… oh… oh… mmmmm…" and her cunt gave one violent contraction as wave after wave of orgasm washed over her body.
It was all over. She turned onto her stomach and buried her head in her pillow as she cried herself to sleep.
The next morning Brenda told herself it was all over. She had made up her mind during the night that she would not tutor Paul any more. The temptation was just too great. She decided that she would talk to Brad Livingstone and tell him that she wanted someone else to help Paul with his lessons. Oh, God, how can I do it? she wondered. How can I let that beautiful prick go? I have to do it, I have to! Before she could change her mind, Brenda changed into a pair of slacks and a shirt and decided to see if she could find Brad and tell him of her decision. She would have to think of some excuse to tell Brad. Uncertain what it would be, Brenda mulled it over in her mind.
She would simply tell Brad the "truth". She would tell him how Paul had come to her cottage for his French lesson and how he had made suggestive remarks and how he had "attacked" her. "Yes, that's it," she thought aloud. "That's what I'll tell Brad. I'll beg him not to say anything to Paul. Brad can just say I'm too busy to tutor him, that one of the other teachers will do it instead."
Brenda hesitated before entering Brad's office. What if the little bastard told Brad what really happened? No, Brad wouldn't believe Paul. After all, she was older, wiser, a respected member of the faculty. Certainly Brad would never think that she could perform such a depraved, immoral act!
Brenda hesitated in the doorway and then gently knocked. Brad yelled, "Come on in!"
She didn't say anything, but for a moment hesitated, about to leave.
"Brenda, what's the matter?" he asked gently.
Without answering, Brenda turned around and began to leave.
Brad jumped to his feet and crossed the room in rapid strides to her side.
"Brenda, what on earth is wrong?" he asked.
With a sob, she lunged toward Brad and fell against him. She sobbed and mumbled something which he could not understand.
He held her away from him for a second, and even though her problem was his first concern, he couldn't help but notice the two huge breasts that were obvious even under her ill-fitting shirt.
Brad put his arm around her shoulder, one hand trailing lightly across her tit as he moved his hand. The action went unnoticed.
"Brenda, don't cry. Please tell me what's wrong."
"I can't tell you," she stammered. "It… it's too awful to talk about."
Truly concerned now, Brad decided the best thing to do was calm her down at once. She just wasn't making sense standing there in the middle of his office, mumbling words about something that was too awful to talk about.
"C'mon Brenda, let's go to your cottage where we can talk and I'll fix you a drink and you can tell me all about your problem."
Brad was beginning to have a problem of his own. He felt his prick stirring in his slacks as he held Brenda close to him. Yeah… take her to her room… maybe I can fuck her and shell relax a little and tell me about her problem, he thought.
She didn't decline the offer and he quickly maneuvered her out of his office before she changed her mind. He had an overpowering urge to fuck her then and there in his office, but the risk was too great. What if Dee came looking for him, or Betty? He'd really be in trouble if he were caught with the voluptuous Miss Andrews.
Neither one of them said anything as they walked across the quadrangle toward her cottage.
Once inside, he walked into the kitchen and took some ice out of the refrigerator.
"Do you have any liquor, Brenda?" he called from the kitchen.
"Yes… it's in the cupboard above the sink," she called back.
Several minutes later Brad emerged from the tiny kitchen, two drinks in hand. He handed one to Brenda and winced as she swallowed a large gulp of the golden-brown liquid. Before he could sit down, she finished off her stiff drink in two large swallows and he quickly got up from the couch and went into the kitchen to mix her another one. I'll really put some booze in this one, he thought.
She'll really relax and tell me what's wrong, he schemed.
He handed her the second drink and patted the couch beside him. "Sit here, Brenda," he said, "then we can talk." He smiled encouragingly at her and a wild idea raced through his mind. I'll bet she's having a sex problem and wants to discuss it with a man. All right, here I am, and I'll help her, maybe even fuck her before the day is over!
Brenda sat down on the other end of the couch and sipped her drink thoughtfully.
Brad tried to visualize what her body looked like beneath her clothes, and again his cock stirred as he tried to picture her naked breasts and her hairy cunt.
Don't rush it, he thought. At least have the courtesy to listen to, her problem before you try to fuck her. Maybe there really was something you can do to help her.
"Brenda, can you tell me now what's troubling you?" he asked gently.
"Brad… oh, Brad…" She started to sob again. "No… I won't cry any more, Brad. I'm an adult and you'll be very upset with what I'm going to tell you, but I have to say it."
"Brenda, please…"
She didn't let him finish. "No, Brad… I have to tell you. If you want to fire me, then you will have to, but I have to talk to you and let you know what I've done."
He stared at her intently as she continued. "Brad I… I've been having sexual relations with one of the students."
His face reddened with fury. How could an adult woman do such a thing? How could she? Then he simmered down. After all, hadn't he been fucking a teen-aged girl? His own stepdaughter at that!
She was surprised at his calmness. "Brad, I knew you would understand," she stammered. "I never meant for it to happen. He came to my cottage and he made suggestive remarks and he… oh, Brad it was awful!" She began to sob again.
"I didn't want him to fuck me, Brad. I'm old enough to be his mother. I don't know how it happened. All of a sudden he whipped out his cock and he threatened me. He said if I didn't let him fuck me he would tell you that I had molested him. Oh, Brad… I was afraid. I didn't really want him to fuck me," she lied. "He's just a boy… Oh… Brad…"
He moved over closer to her on the couch and put his arms around her comfortingly. She sighed and relaxed against his strong muscular chest.
"Oh, you poor dear," he whispered gently. Fucked by a boy… you should be fucked by a real man! he thought to himself. "How awful for you," he said.
"Thanks, Brad, I knew you would understand," and she leaned closer to him.
Brad wasn't too certain later as to the sequence of events, but he did remember her pressing against him tighter, one of her hands dropping to his crotch as he gently stroked her breast through the thin blouse.
"Mmmm…" she murmured as he kissed her harder.
"Brenda, oh… Brenda," he said huskily, and without another word he carried her silently into her bedroom and laid her down on the bed.
She looked up at him with wonder and amazement in her eyes. "Brad…"
He didn't answer her. He was pulling his slacks off as she watched him.
She gasped as she saw his huge prick jut out from his shorts. Paul was okay for a boy, she thought, but Brad was really a man!
He walked toward the bed, his huge erection jutting out from his body. Brenda rose to a sitting position, and as he came toward her she gasped and sucked his huge prick into her mouth in one quick motion.
Brad felt her arms tighten around him and her mouth increase its pressure on his shaft. He felt her tongue as it lapped him gently from the tip to the base of his cock. Then he felt her soft hands as they gently held his balls and one finger probed further and touched his anus.
She pulled away from him, temporarily dropping his prick from her mouth. He made a motion to her to lie down, but she wasn't finished sucking him yet. His engorged prick was waiting for her mouth, and she lost no time in regaining her grip on him.
Her probing tongue was seeking out the folds of his foreskin as she persistently licked and lapped his swollen rod. She could feel his balls tighten as she touched his anus once more.
His mind was spinning as she lapped fervently, delighting in licking every inch of his swollen cock. He was going wild with ecstasy as she traced the length of him with her practiced tongue, nibbling and kissing and licking… nibbling and kissing and licking.
Brad's balls were tingling with delight as she sucked each one gently into her warm, soft mouth.
Brenda might be an old-maid, he thought, but she sure knows how to give a good blow-job! He shuddered with joy as she lapped in spirals up and down the length of his smooth cock.
"Brenda… oh… oh, Brenda," he moaned. "Oh, that's so good… be careful, Brenda, or I'll come."
She let go of his balls and concentrated on his asshole. Her finger poked toward his anus and she began to caress the opening. She was working on his cock and stroking his asshole at the same time.
"Brenda… don't!" he gasped. "I'm going to come in your mouth and I want to fuck you!"
She paid no attention to him. She lapped faster and faster.
She paid no attention to him. She lapped faster and faster.
I'm going to shoot my whole load in her mouth! he thought. She's deliberately trying to make me come! He tried to pull away but her lips encircled his cock and she held on tightly.
"Uhhhh…" he groaned. The pleasure was so intense that he felt weak. "Don't make me come, Brenda!"
It was too late. Brenda had ignored his warning and continued to suck noisily on his cock. She squeezed his balls gently and then harder and harder as she waited for Brad to explode in her mouth. She grasped his ass firmly and pulled him deeper into her mouth.
"Come, Brad! I want you to come in my mouth! I want to lap up all your cum, I want to swallow your cream. I…"
She didn't have to wait any longer. Unable to control his ejaculation for one more second, Brad grabbed her frantically as he shoved his jerking, pulsating, throbbing cock deep into her mouth. Spasm after spasm of mind-shattering jolts shook his body. He recoiled and lunged forward again, his shaft spewing its load of cum into her mouth.
"Brenda… oh… Brenda! I'm coming… commmming!" he yelled, and with one final push, shoved his cock as deep into her mouth as he could.
She felt him unloading his cum and she clawed savagely at his asscheeks as she pulled him to her.
As the exhausted Brad slipped to the floor, he pulled Brenda with him. He could not talk; he was spent with emotion and his cock fell limply against his thigh as he lay on the floor gasping.
When he regained his senses, he looked at Brenda apologetically. "I told you not to make me come, now I can't fuck you like I wanted to."
She smiled at him.
Maybe she gets her kicks by sucking off guys, Brad thought. Well, if the bitch doesn't want to get fucked, then the hell with her.
One thing was certain, Brad was finished with his lovemaking for the day. The way he had shot his cum, it would be quite a while before he could perform again.
"Brenda, I'll bring you off if you want me to," he murmured.
She kissed him deeply. He began to kiss her neck, her ears, and finally rested his lips between her breasts. He pulled her blouse open and unhooked her bra. He gasped as he saw her two huge tits fall free and sway. His kissing was more earnest now as he trailed his lips across each nipple, pulling his head back when each nipple grew erect.
Brenda was sighing as he reached under her and unzipped her slacks and pulled them down below her hips and then her knees. He dropped them to the floor and then pulled her panties below her knees. He breathed harder as he saw her hairy cunt Brenda was barely moving as he undressed her, she just sighed and lay back on the floor invitingly.
When he finally had pulled her panties off completely and he saw her cunt before his eyes, he traced his lips down the length of her body and then poked his tongue into the folds of her moist pussy. He parted its lips gently with his tongue and began to lick her clit. He was surprised to find that it was a small, pink bud, but erect and firm. He withdrew his tongue and gently put two fingers into her cunt opening.
She was moist with her juices and he was truly sorry that he couldn't fuck her the way she deserved to be fucked. Oh, well, he reasoned, tongue-fucking would have to do for now. He pushed her back on her elbows so that he could get closer to her cunt. He buried his face between her legs and she squealed violently as he began to tongue her. Her juices were oozing from her opening and he hungrily lapped them with his tongue. Her reaction was one of frenzy. She began to heave her hips up and down while she sighed deeply. His tongue plunged deeper into her love-starved cunt as she yelled, "Brad… oh, Brad… oh, darling!"
The bitch is really turned on to me, he thought. She's so hot right now, I think she's going to come. Too bad I can't shove my prick up her cunt and really fuck her like she's never been fucked before. Realty, a grown woman fucking a kid! She probably didn't even come, sure wish I could fuck her like she deserves to be screwed. She'd really know it if I rammed my rod up her cunt!
He jammed his tongue into her cunt deeper as she gasped and moaned as the pleasant sensations enveloped her.
Brenda had maneuvered into the sixty-nine position, and she hungrily sucked his limp prick into her mouth.
Several minutes passed as he continued tongue fucking Brenda as she joyously answered his tongue thrusts with her moans of delight. His tongue flicked in and out of her hungry cunt and her moans were louder as he stroked her clit rapidly with his tongue.
There it is, he thought, my prick is getting hard again Brenda was making slurping noises as she hungrily sucked him and he began to move his hips frantically, trying to get his cock deeper into her mouth.
He quickly pulled his hard cock from her astonished mouth and reversed his position, pulling her legs far apart as he rammed his cock deep into her cunt.
Brenda lifted her hips off the floor as he entered her. She groaned and gasped with delight as he stroked harder and harder into the depths of her cunt. She was frantic with passion as she wrapped her slim legs around his back and pulled him closer and closer to her. He cried out as her nails dug into his back. She answered by squealing and shrieking with delight as he slapped against her body, his thrusts matching her rhythm as she rolled to and fro, spreading her legs wider and then clamping them shut so that she could feel as much as possible of his hard hammering cock.
"Your prick… your cock feels so good in me!" she gasped. "I love the way you fuck! I love it in me! Oh, Brad… shove your cock into me harder!"
She was convulsing beneath him, her legs wrapped around him. She could feel him about to burst inside her. He slowed his pace a little as he realized she was close to coming. Deliberately he stroked in and out very, very slowly. She raised her hips toward him and strained to feel every inch of his cock within her. He was moving in and out of her with long, easy strokes, and she was tingling with each new thrust of his prick.
Hoarsely she yelled, "Fuck me, oh, fuck me! I love your prick!"
Seconds later she shrieked as her first orgasm hit her. Her cunt convulsed wildly as the first spasm hit her and Brad smiled down at her as she sobbed with pleasure.
As she calmed again, he rammed his rod deeper into her, working up to a fever pitch once more and moving his cock around in her cunt in a circular motion. Again, he had aroused her and she groaned with pleasure as he continued to fuck her.
The feel of his prick in her was driving her mad. At last! she thought. I'm finally being fucked by a real man!
Her pent-up emotions were about to be released for a second time. Her fingernails dug deeper into Brad's back and she flailed her legs obscenely as he pounded deeper and deeper into the depths of her cunt. "Fuck me, Brad! Fuck me and fuck me… oh, that feels so good…"
She felt another tingle begin to throb in her cunt and she threw her hips upward as she grasped his cock with her cunt.
Brad was breathing heavily, gasping; he felt her box tighten on his prick. The pressure was too much for him and he tightened his hold on her as he yelled, "I'm going to come! I'm going to come! Oh, baby, baby, fuck me!"
His cream emptied out of his cock in spurts, flooding Brenda's spasming cunt. Brenda gasped with pleasure as he unloaded his jism into her body, and the two of them held onto each other tightly as they joined one another in a fulfilling mutual orgasm. When it was over, Brenda pushed him on his back and hungrily sucked his cock, gurgling with delight as she lapped the last of his cum from his exhausted prick.
Neither of them spoke for several minutes. Finally Brad pulled Brenda close to him. "Baby, you sure know how to fuck. Are you sure you're new at this?" he laughed.
"Oh, that was good," she said contently, "so fuckin' good!"
"You know, Brenda, we really do make a good team."
"Yes, it was good," she sighed. "I hope that the next time I have a problem," she giggled, "that you'll help me again."
"You know I will," he said huskily.