Kevin held Camila Cortez's soft, voluptuous body and squeezed her large breasts, complaining. "Mrs. Cortez, I really went to fix the water heater. Why don't you believe me? Mia Wilson and I are really innocent."

"You're usually so smart, but when it comes to women, you turn into an idiot," Camila Cortez said with a smirk. "Do you really think Mia Wilson asked you to fix the water heater? She was just looking for an excuse to seduce you. Hmph, her little tricks might fool you, but not me. That Mia Wilson, with her husband away, is just looking to have some fun. Next time, I'll deal with her."

Kevin was stunned. He silently recalled the events at Mia Wilson's house. The more he thought about it, the more he felt Camila Cortez might be right. The water heater issue was minor, something Mia could have fixed herself. Why did she need him? And when he helped her take off her pants, it wasn't that difficult. Could Mia have been trying to seduce him?

Realizing he might have missed a golden opportunity, Kevin felt a pang of regret. He cursed himself for being so dense. If Mia had no interest in him, why would she expose herself to a stranger? It was a clear hint, but he was too busy admiring her legs to notice.

Seeing Kevin's regretful expression, Camila Cortez shook her head and gently patted his head, laughing softly. "Don't be too disappointed. Mia Wilson lives alone, it's not easy for her. You should help her out more in the future, understand?"

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### Camila's Perspective and Kevin's Resolve

Despite her dissatisfaction with Mia Wilson's duplicity, Camila Cortez understood her situation. After all, they were both women. She felt that Mia's husband leaving her alone was a bit harsh. Though she couldn't interfere in their marriage, now that Mia seemed ready to take a step, Camila didn't mind helping her. It would ease Mia's loneliness and, selfishly, make Camila feel less guilty about her own affair with Kevin.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Cortez, I understand." Kevin nodded vigorously. He didn't need Camila to tell him twice. Knowing Mia's feelings, he was eager to help her out more often. Maybe someday, he could have a more intimate moment with her. Thinking of Mia's flawless, tempting body, Kevin's cock quickly hardened again.

His cock was still inside Camila, and she immediately felt his reaction. She rolled her eyes and teased, "Why do you get so excited when we talk about Mia Wilson? Do you want to sleep with her?"

"How could that be? Mrs. Cortez worked so hard just now, it's my turn to serve you." Kevin said, a bit embarrassed. He wanted to perform well and, having rested enough, he pressed Camila beneath him and began thrusting vigorously. He pounded her over a hundred times, making her climax twice before he finally ejaculated.

Camila was exhausted, unable even to cry out, her body limp and thoroughly conquered by Kevin's big cock. She thought to herself that as Kevin grew older, it would be hard for her alone to satisfy his desires. If Mia could help share the load, it would be a good thing. She just wondered when Kevin would be able to win Mia over.

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### Aftermath and Kevin's Future Worries

Afterward, they cuddled for a while before getting up to clean themselves and get dressed. Camila sat at her desk with Kevin's composition book and said, "Kevin, I haven't reviewed your composition yet. Come here, and I'll go over it with you. The last paragraph's quote is not quite appropriate."

Seeing Camila switch back to her serious demeanor, Kevin's head hurt. Middle-aged women truly had incredible stamina. She had been moaning and groaning just moments ago, but after a short rest, she was fine again.

No wonder they say women in their thirties are like wolves and in their forties like tigers. Once a middle-aged woman like Camila Cortez unleashes her desires, she's not someone an average person can handle. Kevin realized he needed to train harder, otherwise, he might be exhausted by Camila before he even got a chance with Mia. And there was still Evelyn Allen, the lonely mature woman, waiting for his attention. The pressure was immense.

"Alright, it's getting late. You should go home." Camila said after seriously reviewing Kevin's composition and pointing out the issues.

"Okay, Mrs. Cortez. I'll head out now," Kevin said. He hadn't gone home at noon after shopping with Mia and worried his mother, Rachel Harris, might be upset. He said goodbye to Camila and left her office. The cool evening breeze refreshed him. He felt immensely fortunate to have such a caring and gentle teacher like Camila, and to be favored by a beautiful, sexy woman like Mia.

What more could he ask for?

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### Vanessa's Frustration

Shortly after Kevin left the school, a seductive woman in a red spaghetti-strap dress emerged from a path behind the school building. Her figure was alluring, with high, full breasts, a plump, perky butt, and long, straight white legs. However, her pretty face was frosty. This woman was Vanessa Wood. She had told Kevin to wait for her in the small garden after school, but she had gone shopping instead.

Vanessa had intended to make Kevin wait a bit as a punishment before having another passionate encounter with him. After all, Kevin had fucked her so well the previous night that she couldn't stop thinking about his thick, long cock. But when she returned to the garden after shopping, Kevin was nowhere to be found. She waited for half an hour, thinking he might be in the restroom, but he never showed up. She realized he had stood her up.

Furious at being played by a high school student, Vanessa felt a tightness in her chest. Kevin clearly didn't take her threats seriously. Did he really think she wouldn't report him to the school? Vanessa bit her lip, tempted to send his underwear to the principal's office and see him punished. But she knew it wouldn't benefit her. Even if Kevin got expelled, she'd be humiliated. How could she explain to her husband that a student had raped her? Vanessa Wood stomped out of the school gates in her high heels, ready to head home.

She picked up her phone and dialed a number, saying, "Hey, where are you? I'm at the school gate. Come pick me up; I need your help with something."

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### Quentin and Vanessa's Rendezvous

Five minutes later, a Santana car pulled up in front of the school. Quentin Rodriguez poked his head out and grinned. "So eager to meet up tonight? I recently found a great spot. Let me take you there."

Vanessa Wood opened the car door and slipped inside, fuming silently, not caring where Quentin was taking her. After ten minutes, the car stopped. Quentin reached over to touch Vanessa's thigh, smiling, "See, this place is nice, isn't it? Great environment, and hardly anyone around. Much better than the small park. We should meet here from now on."

Quentin had driven Vanessa to a fitness plaza on the outskirts of the city. The plaza was built two years ago but was rarely visited due to its remote location and lack of maintenance. At night, it was pitch dark, making it a popular spot for secret rendezvous. Quentin had discovered it recently and thought it would be perfect for his escapades. When Vanessa called, he seized the opportunity to bring her here.

Vanessa noticed a car in the distance, its windows fogged up and rocking. Without asking, she knew what was happening inside. She snorted, "All you think about is this sleazy stuff. And you're a teacher? How shameless."

Quentin didn't mind. His hand slid up Vanessa's thigh and under her skirt, caressing her through her panties. "I'm shameless, but you like that about me, don't you? Otherwise, why would you call me? Feeling itchy and need me to scratch that itch, huh?"

Vanessa smiled, satisfied, and reached down to feel Quentin's already hard cock. "You're so hard already. Don't hold back. If you want to fuck, hurry up. I need to get home soon." She lifted her booty and pulled off her panties to avoid getting them dirty.

Seeing Vanessa's tender, pink pussy between her white thighs, Quentin's erection grew even harder. He had been involved with this seductive teacher for years, but unlike other women he quickly tired of, Vanessa's mature, sensual body always aroused him. Moreover, Vanessa wasn't as petty as other women. Even when they made deals, she was generous, making Quentin feel comfortable even if she benefited.

"Come here, baby," Quentin said, moving the driver's seat back and reclining it. He guided Vanessa from the passenger seat onto his lap.

He lifted Vanessa's skirt to her waist, revealing her delicate, flower-like body. Expertly, he unclasped her bra and tossed it aside, grabbing her heavy breasts. "I think these have gotten bigger. Almost as big as Mia Wilson's. Shouldn't you reward me for that?" "Shut up. Are we doing this or not?" Vanessa's face darkened. After having a child, her cup size had increased, but she still felt inferior to Mia Wilson's large breasts. Quentin's comment about Mia while being intimate with her annoyed Vanessa, and she pretended to get off him.

"Baby, are you really mad?" Quentin chuckled, holding Vanessa in place. "I was just joking. Mia's breasts might be big, but she's not as wild as you. I love your wild side. No other teacher at our school is as hot as you."

"Go to hell," Vanessa muttered, frustrated but unable to resist. She pounded Quentin's chest in mock anger. "You think I want this? If you hadn't raped me back then, I wouldn't be sneaking around like this, afraid of getting caught."

"Alright, baby, it's all my fault." Quentin said, placating her. "I'm a bastard, but I haven't treated you badly, have I? Whatever you wanted, I tried to give you. If I didn't care about you, I wouldn't have gone to such lengths to have you. Vanessa, everything was your choice."

Vanessa shuddered, falling silent. Over the years, she had blamed Quentin for her downfall but never looked at her own role. Quentin had indeed taken advantage of her when she was drunk, but she could have reported him. Instead, she succumbed to his threats and bribes. In truth, she was partly to blame. Quentin wouldn't dare use such tactics on someone like Mia Wilson, who would fight back fiercely.

"Alright, Vanessa, we're both adults. Let's act maturely. Don't be childish." Quentin said, patting her booty. "Come on, let's make love. You didn't call me just to vent, did you? Time is precious."

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