The next morning Brenda awakened early. As she drank her coffee she decided what she was going to say to Paul. She and Brad had discussed it last night, and they had decided that she should keep Paul after French class, and tell him that Mr. Livingstone decided that he should have another tutor. She was to merely tell him that she would not be tutoring him any more. If he gave her any problem, she was to report directly to Brad and he would handle the situation for her.
All through French class she avoided Paul's eyes. When he raised his hand to answer a question, she ignored him completely and asked one of the other boys for the answer.
Out of the corner of her eye she could see a hurt expression on Paul's face but she ignored him.
When class was over and the rest of the students had left the room, Paul came up to her desk.
"Miss Andrews…" he started to say. She interrupted him.
"Paul, I have nothing to say to you. Please go see Mr. Livingstone. He wants to talk to you."
Paul looked at her with indignation showing on his face. "Miss Andrews… I… I don't understand."
"There is nothing I can say to you, Paul. I just feel that you should have another tutor. Brad – Mr. Livingstone will tell you all about it."
"Miss Andrews, please I have to talk with you one more time. Please let me come to your cottage after school. I really have to talk to you," he almost sobbed. "it's very important."
She tried not to look at him as he spoke to her, but her eyes glanced toward his crotch and her heart skipped a beat as she saw the familiar bulge in his slacks. She breathed heavily as she thought of the lust-filled afternoons she had spent with Paul. Her cunt juices began to flow. She blushed as she remembered the way she had sucked him off; the way it had felt with his hard, dick in her mouth and the taste of his cum on her tongue.
How could she ever forget Paul and the way they had clung together as he fucked her and fulfilled her for the first time in her life. No, it would be very hard to give up Paul, to never again feel his strong, body against hers, to never again feel his hard cock finding its way into her eager cunt. Oh, no, she couldn't promise herself to never see Paul again, but she had to.
Her urge to take Paul into her arms then and there was quickly put aside as she tried to reason with herself. She was breathless as she looked again at his crotch, remembering the feel of his prick in her.
What's the use? she thought. Paul has something he wants to say to me. The least I can do is hear him out. What harm is there if he comes to my cottage? I promise I will only talk to him. I will not do anything to the boy. After all, I am a grown woman, and a respected teacher, certainly I can keep control of the situation.
"All right, Paul. You can talk to me this afternoon at four-thirty. I'll be in my cottage then."
"Thank you… oh, thank you, Miss Andrews," he stammered.
It was almost four-thirty, and Brenda was nervously pacing the length of her small living room. She had hurried right to her cottage after classes had ended and she had poured herself a drink to settle her nerves. She went to her closet and took out a long floral print gown and held it up to her in the mirror, then decided to stay in the suit she had worn to school that day. She walked toward the living room and then turned around and went back into the bedroom. She picked up the long gown from the bed and decided to wear it after all. Her bra was left on the floor, and she changed into some lounging slippers that matched the long gown.
The color of the outfit brought out the blue in her eyes, and she brushed her long hair back from her face, spraying on some perfume as she finished her makeup.
Her tremendous breasts were obvious in the jersey material, and they swayed easily as she walked across the room once more.
She heard the knock on the door and realized that Paul must have arrived. Hesitating, she walked back into the bedroom for a final glimpse into the full-length mirror. Paul knocked again. Don't open the door, she told herself. You'll see that beautiful boy standing on your doorstep with his prick, and the next thing… Her thoughts trailed off as she heard his knock this time.
"Be right there!" she called out.
"Hi, Miss Andrews," Paul said nervously as she opened the door.
"H-hi, Paul," she stammered. "I wasn't sure whether you would come or not."
"I had to talk to you."
"Come in, Paul."
"Okay."
"Would you like something to eat or drink, Paul?"
"No."
"Well, come on in and sit down." She motioned toward the couch. Paul sat down at one end and looked around the room as if he were seeing it for the first time.
She sat down on the couch, a respectable distance from the boy. The scent of his soap was making her dizzy and she had an overpowering urge to lean over and stick her tongue in his mouth and smother his face and body with kisses. She wanted to touch him, to feel his firm, body in her hands once more, but she knew she couldn't risk it.
"Miss Andrews, why won't you tutor me any more?" he finally managed to ask.
"Paul, I just don't think it is a good idea. We have become too involved with each other. I'm old enough to be your mother, and I think it would be best for you to find a girl your age to spend your time with."
"But, Miss Andrews, what's wrong with me? I wasn't any older when you took me to bed. I was the same age when you sucked me off and I fucked you…"
"Paul, stop it! Stop it this minute! I won't have you talking to me like that. I'm not a common whore!"
"I don't understand," he sniveled. He couldn't believe that she could possibly leave him. After all, she had enjoyed their fuck sessions just as much as he had. Maybe she had enjoyed it more. After all, Brenda was the one who begged him to keep on fucking her. And now it was all over. He couldn't believe it.
Brenda looked across the room. She didn't say anything. What could she possibly say? She sighed, then turned and looked at Paul with ah affectionate smile on her face. He of course mistook it for kindness, and immediately moved closer to her. He buried his head beneath her flail breasts and began to cry. She patted his head gently and tried to push him away from her. Overcome with remorse, she gently patted his arm, and then she gasped as her hand dropped to his crotch and she felt the huge hard-on. She pulled her hand away. It was all right for her to show compassion and tenderness, but she must not get carried away with passion again!
Paul felt her stiffen. It was just yesterday, or was it the day before that she was writhing and moaning with passion as he had fucked her? No, she couldn't have forgotten already, he reasoned. He had once driven her to the heights of passion and he was sure he could do it again.
She started to speak. "Paul, I just want you to know that what I did I did out of loneliness. I got carried away. I should have never done what I did, Paul, it's all over. If anyone found out about us, it would mean that you would be expelled from school and I would lose my job. It's too great a risk, we mustn't see each other again."
"Miss Andrews…"
"I want you to know," she interrupted, "that I will always care about you, but we must not see each other ever again!"
True, her explanation made sense, hit Paul's prick wasn't listening. As he rested his head between her breasts and smelled the sweetness of her, his cock had stirred and become rock-hard, and Paul knew that if he didn't get some relief, he would go crazy.
He decided to take a chance, saying, "You're right, Miss Andrews. Since we won't see each other any more, I guess you won't mind if I kiss you goodbye."
Paul moved closer to her and leaned over to kiss her. She turned her cheek toward his as he slipped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her roughly toward him. His heart was beating strongly as he felt the erect nipples of her tits through the flimsy material of her gown. Her body felt warm and soft and he dug his fingers into her shoulders and then roughly pulled her toward him, one hand darting out and reaching inside the folds of her gown.
She gasped. He wasn't certain whether she was surprised or pleased, but at least she didn't pull away as he continued to kiss her. She leaned her head back on the couch and parted her lips as he forced his tongue inside her warm mouth. He pulled her closer to him. Her free hand reached down and played with his zipper.
They were both breathing harder and harder as her hand deftly unzipped his fly and felt inside for his prick. The material of his shorts was holding back his rod. Fumbling, she found the fly opening of the shorts and eased his stiff dick out into the open. Hungrily, she threw her head toward his lap and with one large gulp engulfed his swollen cock in her hot mouth.
At the same time, he eased his hand inside her gown and reached the top of her panties. He poked one finger down inside and stroked across her mound. It felt warm and moist to his touch and he explored further by poking his finger between the lips of her cunt and feeling inside its folds. He could feel the moisture of her cunt and she breathed with passion as he stroked her delicately.
Get hold of yourself girl, she warned. Don't get carried away. Just take his hand gently and remove it from your crotch. Stand up, tell him goodbye and that's it…
She couldn't move. She couldn't stand up, and even if she had wanted to remove his hand from her cunt, she couldn't do it. It felt good. A longing to fuck Paul just one last time came over her. She no longer could break away from him. There was no stopping now. Brenda let his tongue probe deeper into her mouth as she frantically began to nibble his swollen prick as fast as she could. Her panties were moist with her juices and she moaned softly as Paul found her swollen clit and stroked it gently.
Ron was also Paul's best friend and Ron couldn't understand why he had seen so little of Paul these past few days. In the past, Ron and Paul were inseparable, and Ron was a little upset because his best friend had been ignoring him for several days now.
After school, Ron had hurried back to the dormitory so he could talk to Paul. He thought that perhaps he and Paul could go for a hike down the beach, look for some shells and maybe even go for a swim and dive for same coral. When he got to the dormitory, Paul was taking a shower and he appeared to be in a hurry to go somewhere. Ron asked Paul to go down to the beach with him, but Paul said he had to go see Miss Andrews for a French lesson.
Ron didn't believe his friend. He couldn't imagine why a teacher would ask a student to her cottage for a lesson. It sounded pretty suspicious to him, and he decided to follow Paul and see if he was telling him the truth.
Now, at last, his wait was over. He had stationed himself against the fence, and had a clear view of Miss Andrews living room. He couldn't, hear what was happening and it didn't look too interesting either; he was about ready to leave when it happened! How lucky could a guy get, he thought. The other day he had the good fortune to see Mr. Livingstone balling his own stepdaughter, Dee, and now… wow, he could see the prim and proper Miss Andrews reaching inside Paul's pants and whipping out his swollen cock! How lucky!
Ron leaned back against the fence and strained for a better view of the scene in the living room. He didn't have to look too hard. Miss Andrews had bent her head towards Paul's crotch, and yes, she had sucked his throbbing dick into her slick mouth! He could hear Paul groaning as she gently sucked his cock and squeezed his balls.
"Let me stick it in you," Paul groaned.
She didn't let go of his prick, but began to pump harder and harder with her mouth as he raised his hips from the couch and fucked into her cooperative mouth.
Ron couldn't believe his eyes. Miss Andrews was giving the best blow-job he had ever witnessed in his whole life!
"Mmmmmm," Ron moaned, and quickly reached inside his pants to relieve his throbbing dick. His prick was rubbing against his slacks and he slid the zipper down as he reached inside to touch himself. He stroked faster and faster, trying to keep up with the tempo maintained by the couple on the couch.
Brenda was panting and Paul was afraid he was going to shoot his cum in her mouth. He actually had no objection to that, and he knew Miss Andrews liked to suck him off, but he figured for a farewell, he should fuck her good and proper. In fact, he should fuck her in a manner which she would never forget. He would fuck her in the ass, he decided.
He pulled his jerking, throbbing cock out of her surprised mouth and without another word maneuvered her onto the floor. She gasped as he placed her on her stomach and pulled the gown up above her waist. He knelt astride her, and over her loud protests, he began to rub her anus. Her ass was firm and smooth and white. Miss Andrews began to sob as he stroked her gently. As his rubbing became more pronounced, she shuddered from his touch.
Her legs were clenched tightly together, but Paul pushed them apart. His hand reached under her and he felt her moist, juicy cunt as he stroked gently back again toward her ass. She tensed as she sensed he was about to invade her ass.
"Don't worry, Miss Andrews, I won't hurt you, but I just have to fuck you in the ass!" he cried.
Brenda began to struggle when she realized he meant business. She had mixed feelings about being ass-fucked and was trying desperately to turn over on her back. Paul held her firmly and began to rub the tip of his cock around her asshole. She was moaning softly as she felt its stiffness. Meanwhile, he was stroking her clit, and her hips instinctively raised as she began her motions of fucking.
"Mmmmm, that feels so good," she was groaning as he stoked her clit. His finger was wet with her cuntal juices and he rammed his finger up her cunt frantically as he stroked her asshole with his cock.
"Mae me come!" Brenda begged. "Stick your cock in me and make me come! Oh, yes… baby… baby!"
Paul was ready. His prick was rock-hard as he aimed it toward her ass. She protested as he tried to push inside her. Grunting and groaning, he pushed against her, but was barely inside as he met with resistance. He pulled his cock back and with a forceful shove, pushed as hard as he could. Brenda yelled in pain as his throbbing dick violated her ass. He squirmed and pushed harder into her. Her ass was tight as he relentlessly pushed onward. His prick began to throb violently as he made contact with her warm passage.
His hands crept under her and pulled her up toward his body as he struggled to get his prick in deeper. Again, Brenda gasped, unable to speak.
Her body felt battered and bruised as ho violated the very depths of her bowels. His stroking was labored as he struggled intently to move his cock in and out of her passage. The feeling he was experiencing was one of sheer ecstasy! Brenda was finally his in a way he thought was beautiful. He had fucked her in the mouth. He had fucked her in the cunt, and now… total and wild abandon he was fucking her in the ass, and she was even beginning to enjoy it!
He continued to stroke her clit and rub his hand up and down her cuntlips. She groaned with delight as he manipulated her pussy. His fingers felt like a stiff prick in her cunt and she could feel the first wave of an intense orgasm about td overtake her.
"Baby… oh, baby… that feels so good, wonderful, I love it, I love it!" she groaned.
Paul grinned as he continued his manipulation of her body and rammed his cock farther up her asshole.
Jolts of pleasure were rocking his body and her movements were about to make Paul explode.
"I'm going to come!" she screamed, and her body convulsed and was racked with jolts of delight as her cunt exploded.
Paul lunged deeper and deeper as his cock met with no further resistance. "Oh, God… I'm coming!" he cried. His cock was forcibly held by her tight ass and in seconds, she had drained the last of his juices from his exhausted prick.
"Oh… what a fucking," he groaned. "Miss Andrews… oh, Miss Andrews, so fucking good…"
Now, I can't believe it! Ron shook his head in disbelief, his limp, dripping cock still in his hand, and he shook with pleasure as he recalled the sight he had just witnessed. I can't believe it! he repeated over and over to himself.