Kevin followed Quentin into the small garden and hid in a secluded corner, eavesdropping on Quentin and Vanessa as they had sex and chatted in the pavilion. He realized that the teacher he had just slept with was a colleague of Mia and seed to harbor a lot of resentnt towards her. Kevin thought these two were a perfect match: one a shaless pervert and the other a slutty whore. He decided he would warn Mia about this teacher.
Seeing Quentin still thinking about Mia while having an affair, Kevin felt a surge of anger and decided to teach him a lesson. He picked up a stone from the ground and hurled it at Quentin’s thrusting butt.
"Ouch, what was that?" Quentin yelped as the stone hit his tailbone. He quickly stood up, rubbing his ass, and looked up at the pavilion, thinking maybe a piece of the old structure had fallen. But it felt like the stone had been thrown. He pulled up his pants, looking around suspiciously, but saw nothing in the darkness.
Vanessa Wood, feeling Quentin pull out, asked, "What’s wrong? Are you about to cum? It’s okay, you can cum inside today." She thought since Kevin had already cum inside her earlier, she could just take a pill later.
"Oh, nothing, my leg cramped up," Quentin lied, not wanting to explain to Vanessa. He thought maybe so kids nearby were playing pranks. He tried to continue, but his cock had gone soft and wouldn’t go in.
"Let help." Vanessa said, turning around and skillfully stroking Quentin’s cock. She complained, "When are you going to beco the departnt head? You told last year, but nothing happened. Are you lying to again?" Quentin laughed dryly, "This ti, it’s for real. My uncle has already talked to Principal Zach Jackson. Just keep pleasing , and when I’m in charge, you’ll get everything you want."
Hearing about career advancent made Vanessa angrier. "You should have beco the departnt head sooner. I had to beg that old guy David Carter to get my promotion, and he took advantage of ."
Quentin wasn’t pleased to hear that. "Why did you go to David Carter? Did you let him fuck you? Damn it, I knew you were a slut."
Vanessa, feeling proud that Quentin seed to care, retorted, "So what if I’m a slut? I can fuck whoever I want. You’re not my husband. David Carter helped , so I let him fuck . Maybe one day I’ll let Principal Zach Jackson fuck too."
Quentin was left speechless, cursing Vanessa in his mind. Compared to Mia, Vanessa was too calculating. Quentin had initially gotten involved with Vanessa because she wanted a job transfer, and his uncle was the deputy director of education. But thinking about Vanessa being fucked by Principal Zach Jackson and David Carter made Quentin strangely excited, and his cock started to get hard again. He had initially been attracted to Vanessa’s sluttiness.
However, after fucking Vanessa so many tis, he started to see her as his woman, and the thought of her with other n made him uncomfortable.
Vanessa, seeing Quentin’s conflicted expression, feared he might despise her, which would leave her with nothing. After all, she needed his help. She smiled and said, "What? You believe what I said when I was angry? He’s over fifty. I just gave him a little taste. You know you’re my only man besides my husband."
Suddenly recalling being fucked by Kevin not long ago, she began to feel a bit uneasy. However, after listening to Vanessa’s explanation, Quentin felt sowhat relieved. He knew that despite Vanessa’s flirtatious deanor and her always laughing and joking with male teachers, she had never actually engaged in any relationships with them.
Even when he initially tried to seduce Vanessa, although she spoke openly, she refused to let him lay a finger on her. Eventually, Quentin resorted to getting Vanessa drunk during a colleague gathering, and on the way ho, he violated her in the car. Vanessa cried, looking reluctant. Quentin had to bring up his uncle, Owen Richardson, who was a deputy director, and promise to help her secure a job in the future. Seeing no other choice, Vanessa reluctantly accepted his words and beca Quentin’s clandestine lover.
In an effort to please Quentin, Vanessa embraced him and passionately kissed him. She then provocatively rubbed her moist lips against Quentin’s penis, which quickly beca erect again. Pouting her snow-white, perky buttocks, Vanessa smirked and said, "Co on, darling, co and ravish my hole." Seeing Vanessa’s enthusiasm, Quentin got excited too. He grabbed her ass and thrust hard, saying, "I’ll fuck you to death, you slut. Let’s see if you dare act slutty again."
"Ah... it feels so good... I won’t anymore... baby... I’ll only let you fuck from now on... ah ah..." Vanessa moaned, her words dripping with sensuality as she moved her hips, her face showing pure ecstasy. Quentin couldn’t hold back after a few dozen thrusts and ca inside her.
After catching her breath, Vanessa stood up from the stone bench. Her smooth forehead was covered in tiny beads of sweat, and her body was slick with fragrant perspiration. Having been fucked by both Kevin and Quentin, she felt exhausted, her legs weak and trembling.
Thinking about how Quentin had finished in less than ten minutes, with a break in between, which was less than a third of the ti Kevin lasted, she felt a sudden disgust for Quentin. She took out a tissue to wipe herself and said coldly, "My child is waiting for , I’m leaving."
She then walked out of the small garden in her high heels, the sound of her steps echoing.
Quentin watched Vanessa’s sudden coldness with so frustration. He had lost his virginity in his teens and had been with countless won over the years, never knowing restraint. Now, not even thirty, he often felt dizzy and had tinnitus. His ti with Vanessa was getting shorter. Sotis, he even had trouble getting it up. Despite Vanessa’s increasing sluttiness, he often found himself struggling. If not for his experience and knowledge of how to hit a woman’s sensitive spots, he would’ve been unable to satisfy her long ago.
Seeing Vanessa leave without a second thought, he felt a pang of loneliness. She had a husband and child waiting at ho, while he would return to a cold, empty dorm room. A strong thought struck him: after all these years of playing around, maybe it was ti to get married.
Kevin, seeing Quentin and Vanessa’s session end, left the garden early, retracing his steps out of the school gate. He slowed his pace, his mind racing with thoughts. He wondered if the slutty teacher would recognize him, given their encounters earlier that day. What if she suspected him?
He also thought that since she was involved with Quentin, she wouldn’t want Quentin to pursue other won. He could work with her to make Quentin give up on Mia. But how could he convince her to cooperate?
Moreover, Quentin was obsessed with Mia. Even if he convinced the teacher to help, it would be hard to make Quentin give up on Mia. He needed a backup plan to punish Quentin.
Kevin got ho after eight in the evening. His mom, Rachel, was still busy. Seeing him, she stood up and said, "Kevin, you’re back. Dinner’s ready. Go wash your hands. Why did you get ho so late on a Monday? Did Mrs. Cortez tutor you again?"
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