Mary Lewis - Teacher_s eager pets

Her breathing was hard again as he pistoned his cock in and out of her gaping opening. He could feel her cunt enveloping his hot, slick prick in its tight confines, and he groaned with the pleasure of it all.

He knew he couldn't hold out too much longer, but he didn't want to quit. The jolts of pleasure that he was feeling every time she grasped his dick with her cunt muscles were sending him into spasms of delight.

Brenda sensed that the boy was close to coming. She wanted to prolong her pleasure for as long as possible, so she pulled back and slowed the movement of her hips. He followed her lead and drew in and out of her ever so gently as she lay almost passively beneath him.

The slow fucking was good, Brenda decided, but she couldn't control her body too much longer. She began to writhe. His prick picked up the tempo and began to thrust deeper into her. She groaned as she felt his body slapping against hers. Sweat poured down his face as he ground deeper into her. He raised his body up and watched with fascination as his hard cock pounded into her. Her eyes were closed. He thrilled as he saw her huge tits move upward as he plunged into her? He sighed as he realized it would be over shortly. Neither one of them could last much longer. He could hear Miss Andrews moaning, and he knew her climax would overpower her at any second, and his cock would ram into her for one final time and then unload its cream into her happy cunt.

"Paul, oh, Paul, it feels so damn good. I just love the way you fuck me! I'm going to come!" Her body rocked as she was shaken by the first jolt of her orgasm.

Her coming was contagious, it appeared. With one loud groan and a tight grasping as he cupped her buttocks in both hands, Paul shot his load of hot cum into her pulsating cunt.

Monday morning, Brenda woke up early. For a long time she lay in her bed and looked at the ceiling. Her thoughts returned to last evening and the events that had taken place in her cottage. My God, she thought. What have I done? What will I do if Paul or Ron go to Mr. Livingstone and tell him what happened? What will I do if Ron carries out his threat and tells his father about what's been going on?

Brenda continued to stare at the ceiling. Her body rippled with excitement as she remembered last night. It had been too much. She quivered as she recalled Ron's and Paul's bodies, their firm, erect pricks. She almost sobbed as she relived the memories. How good it had felt as she squatted over Paul's stiff, upright cock. She thrilled again remembering his shaft penetrating her, ramming her insides. Her cunt, even now, felt wet as she remembered the grunting and squealing as the threesome had soared to heights she had never ever even dreamed of before!

No, there was one thing Brenda couldn't do. She couldn't give up Paul and Ron. She wanted to be free of them and yet she couldn't. What can I do? She mulled it over in her mind. She could go to Mr. Livingstone and tell him there was some kind of emergency at home and she would go home for a few days. Away from Paul and ran and away from Keysville, maybe she could pull herself together and decide what course of action to follow.

It was Indian summer in Vermont. Brenda's parents had been surprised and pleased when they heard that Brenda was coming home for a few days. It had been a long time since they had seen one another. Now, Mrs. Andrews was out shopping and Mr. Andrews was at work. Brenda slept late her first day home, and when she awoke there was a note on the kitchen table from her mother saying that she would be home later in the day and that the neighbors' boy was coming to mow the lawn and do the gardening.

Brenda yawned as she poured herself a cup of coffee. She sat down at the kitchen table to drink it. Her long, slim legs were stretched out in front of her. She was dressed in a brief halter top and a pair of shorts and she looked down at her huge breasts which were barely covered by the too-small top. Brenda had resolved not to think about Paul and Ron, but even now her thoughts returned to Keysville and her heart thumped as she thought of her two boys and their huge pricks.

Brenda was just pouring herself another cup of coffee when there was a knock on the kitchen door. She yelled, "C'mon in, the door's open!"

Her hand suddenly began to shake and she felt weak as the door opened and a good-looking boy of about fifteen stood there.

"Hi, I'm John," he finally said.

Brenda couldn't answer him. Her heart was beating fiercely as she stared at the boy. His firm body rippled under his T-shirt, and her eyes could not leave his crotch as she saw the enticing mound in his tight shorts.

He, in turn, stared at her huge tits. "Well, I guess I'd better mow the lawn," he finally stammered, but his eyes didn't look away from her tits.

"Would you like some coffee?" Brenda managed to say. "I mean, how about a Coke or something? I guess you don't drink coffee."

"Uhhhh… no, I'd better get started," and he hurried out the door, slamming the screen door behind him.

Brenda walked to the door and yelled after him, "Come back when you're done and I'll have a cold drink for you."

Brenda sighed as she leaned against the wall. She felt weak with desire. Her body tensed as she wondered, Is his prick as big as Paul's? Her crotch felt damp as she thought of the well-built boy.

"It's happening again," she said aloud. "I want that kid!"

Brenda started to wash the few dishes that were in the kitchen sink. Through the curtain she could see John working earnestly as he mowed up and down the length of the yard. Her eyes were focused on his crotch. She moaned aloud. "I've got to have that boy," she said softly. "His prick would taste so good now. I wonder if he has ever fucked a woman before?"

She stared out the window again, and under her too-tight halter she could feel her nipples becoming hard. Her crotch was wet. She couldn't stand it any longer. She had to get that good-looking boy in the house right away. She couldn't control herself any longer. Brenda had to fuck him – suck his cock and feel his warm body close to hers.

Her hands trembled as she opened the refrigerator to take out a tray of ice cubes. She put some ice in a tall glass and poured Coke over them.

"John, take a break for a few minutes," she yelled to him. "I've got a cold drink here for you." He came across the yard; he had removed his T-shirt and she could see that he had been perspiring in the hot sun.

With a damp towel, she began to wipe off his back and shoulders. Her heart skipped a beat as she reached around and patted his stomach dry. She could feel his muscles tense under her touch, and she knew that if she patted him any longer his cock would leap right out of his shorts.

He sipped his drink slowly as Brenda looked at him. She was trying to see if he was going to be a willing partner, or if he was still a naive, innocent boy.

"Well, thanks for the Coke." He stood up. "Guess I'd better go finish the yard now."

I guess he isn't interested, Brenda decided. I'll have to try something else.

"When you're through, John, come back in and I'll have another cold drink and a sandwich for you. I may be in the den resting," she continued. "It's down the hall." She pointed in the direction of the den. "Don't worry about disturbing me, just come on in when you're ready and we can have lunch together, okay?"

"Fine," he said, and the door slammed behind him once more.

"I've got to see his cock," Brenda murmured aloud. Quickly she made her plans. She changed into a long gown and tied the sash loosely around her waist. Then she walked into the den, turned on the television set and pretended to watch a show. Fifteen minutes later, John came into the den. He stopped in the doorway, but couldn't move inside the den. His eyes were popping out of his head. There, on the couch, was Miss Andrews. She was lying on her back. Her legs were indecently spread and the robe which was barely tied at the waist had fallen apart exposing her hairy mound. She made no move to cover herself as he gaped at her.