After 30 Years of Marriage Pt. 03

I became more and more nervous as the time of my Monday 4 p.m. class approached, because Chad was getting to know me more and more intimately as a woman and because I'd promised to satisfy him. Could I trust him? This was his second class with me. He proved to be a good student: conscientious, hard-working, and active in class participation. I could tell that he had returned for the second semester of Freshman English because he liked me.

I have a lot of recidivism (just kidding!); that is, many students who take my Freshman English 101 class return for my 102 class. Many of those follow me to my Modern British Writers class to fulfill their literature requirement. It doesn't seem that Modern British is American students' favorite literature; they take the course because I'm teaching it. In this college that does not offer a major in English, I am one of the few teachers who can attract a full class in a literature course. It's not that I'm an easy grader; they earn their grades. Students do seem to have fun in my classes.

During Monday's 4 p.m. class, when I looked at Chad, my legs felt weak. One of my women students stopped to talk with me after class. I noticed Chad fidgeting about and finally going out into the hall. I wondered, with a mixture of disappointment and relief, if he had given up and gone home. Fifteen minutes later, the girl left. I packed my briefcase and was about to hoist it off my desk when Chad appeared to grab the handle.

"I didn't want to be seen hanging around you again, so I walked off where I could still see the doorway of your classroom."

After we had safely entered my office and Chad had locked the door, I was trembling. Was it fear, excitement or both? I asked, "So, what's new?"

"Well . . . the guys in my dorm took a poll recently. We wrote our nominees by secret ballot. Nobody knew all of the candidates, so we did research before voting."

"You did research? I'm proud of you guys! Who won the poll, Democrats or Republicans?"

"It wasn't a political poll, more like a referendum . . . about our favorite teachers."

"That's been done before. Usually, the winning teacher is the easiest grader. Did you publish the poll?"

"Actually, it was a private poll, a secret one."

"Why?"

"The question the poll asked was 'What teacher would you most like to __' you know?"

"I'm afraid I do!"

"There were 8 nominees and 44 votes cast."

"And who won? I wonder if I know her or any of the nominees."

"The winner was Miss James, a tall, slender, dark-haired woman who looks in her 20s. I think her long legs were popular, but she's too skinny for me. She got 13 votes. The runner-up, Mrs. Birch, has a very pretty face, is about 5' 6", has a nice, but not spectacular, figure, and looks 30-something. She got 11 votes."

"I don't know either of them. Did any nominee have a spectacular figure?"

"You do know at least one of the nominees, and the one I voted for has a spectacular figure. She was third, with 9 votes."

"What's her name, and which one do I know?"

"Her name is Mrs. Nelson."

"Oh, my God! I suppose I have you to "thank" for the nomination!"

"I don't deserve all the blame. Another guy also nominated you. I know of two other male students from our class in my dorm, but I don't know guys in your other classes. We considered it an honor to be nominated, but you women might not agree."

"I've never been in a beauty contest, Chad, so I guess I'm honored. I can hardly believe that 8 male students would like to have sex with me."

"At least 8. This is just one dorm, and there are, what, 9 dorms. How many students do you have?"

"More than 100."

"If about half are male and scattered through the other 8 dorms, besides the ones living off-campus, all of whom didn't get polled . . . ."

"8 would keep me busy enough!" I grinned and felt myself blush.

"They should see you in that tight, thin sweater you have on today and that short skirt with the little slits up the sides of your bare legs! Are you ready for your massage?"

"I'm nervous. Nobody can know what I'm letting you do with me."

"I'd never tell anyone! Nobody else is around. I saved myself for you."

"Didn't you even masturbate, maybe while thinking about me?"

"Oh, I thought about you and stroked it, but I didn't cum."

"Oh! You're aroused already, while I still have all my clothes on and you haven't laid a hand on me! I guess it's time for that massage. I suppose you want to take my sweater off and my bra . . ."

"And your skirt!"

I sat in my chair, turning to face him, my skirt halfway up my bare thighs. Mischievously, I turned the chair from side to side, to show him the slits opening just short of my bikini panties.

Chad came to me and pulled my sweater off.

"Now, you can free my big breasts from my tight bra, and I'll free your swollen member from your tight jeans." I unbuckled and unzipped his pants; they fell to his ankles. I coaxed his penis out of the opening in his undershorts and gave it a squeeze.

Chad quickly stripped my bra off and began massaging my neck, shoulders and back. My worries were being massaged away. He reached around to cup my breasts, and I felt his hard cock against my bare back. He hefted my tits, caressed them, squeezed them (sending shivers through me) and tweaked my nipples, making them tingle and grow fully erect. I moaned and sighed. Then, he stepped in front of me to massage my feet and legs, remembering the pleasure spots of my feet and the backs of my knees.

"Your skirt is getting wrinkled. Why don't I take it off?"

"You tossed my sweater bunched up on the floor. Why the concern about my skirt?"

Chad smiled and shook his head in resignation. He took another approach: massaging each thigh from my knees to my panties. I became more and more excited by his hands and his rigid cock pointing to his destination. Then, his fingers were lightly brushing the V of my panties.

"Maybe we should stop here, and I'll jack you off."

Chad pulled me to my feet, grasped my tits and kissed me passionately. I accepted his tongue. He held me to him with his left arm around my waist while his right was busy elsewhere, finding the zipper on my skirt. He fumbled with it.

"There's a catch at the top. Oops, I shouldn't have said that!"

It fell to the floor. He cleared the near end of the desk with his arm and lifted me up onto it. He stepped between my thighs, forcing them wide open. He handled my tits again, knowing how it excites me and hoping I'd give in. Then, he moved a hand down my belly to my panties, trying to slip his fingers inside. I grasped his wrist. When a man grabs my cunt, my resistance weakens and I feel an impulse to surrender. When my husband wants sex but I'm not in the mood, he puts his hand between my thighs and rubs my cunt until I'm wet and thoroughly aroused. Now Chad's fingers were on the crotch of my panties, rubbing lightly and then harder.

I reached for his cock and began stroking it, hoping to make him cum before he could fuck me.

"You'll make my panties wet and smelling of pussy!"

"Then I hope you'll let me keep them!"

"I didn't say you could feel my pussy! When a man feels me there, I weaken and want to give in to him! I know I promised to satisfy you, but why don't I just stroke it? I'll even suck it some."

"Mrs. Larson, please, I have to have you now!" He pushed me backward, grasped the waistband of my panties and stripped them off me. By the time I pushed myself back up, he had his head between my thighs, kissing my cunt. I felt his tongue licking between my outer lips and prying my inner lips open. He kissed them and licked up and down them. The tip of his tongue touched my clit and swirled around it. He put a finger into me. He licked and finger-fucked my cunt until he gave me an orgasm.

"You win! You prepared me too well. Just to help you get your big cock into me, let me prepare you." I grasped his cock, kissed the tip, licked the underside and sucked on the head. Then, I lay back on the desk, my legs dangling. I raised my knees and got my feet up on the desk to support me. I spread my legs for Chad, my teacher's pet, who had petted me into a frenzy of desire. I felt the head of his cock press upon my partly open inner lips. He thrust and split them wide open. I gasped.

"Did I hurt you?"

"No, you thrilled me!"

Chad thrust inch by inch, his big cock into my tight, but wet cunt.

"Oh, Chad, you really do like your teacher! This beats apples and candy all to hell!"

"My teacher is so good to me! I've never had so much fun!" He thrust home, his cock possessing me completely. Then he stopped, just holding his cock in me and grasping my tits.

"Oh, God, Mrs. Larson!"

"What's the matter, Chad?"

"You're so exciting that I'm ready to cum! I wanted to fuck you a long time, but, if either of us moves, I'll cum!"

"Don't worry about it, darling. It's natural for you to be so excited at having me for the first time, after you've been thinking and fantasizing about me. You already made me cum with your tongue and fingers. Just go ahead and fuck me! You're a virile young man at the peak of his sexual powers. If you find me this exciting, you'll soon get another hardon for me."

Chad began fucking me, hard. He groaned as his sperm rushed up from his balls. He kept fucking me while I felt his cock pumping deep into my cunt some of the sperm I'd asked him to save up for me. He slumped down on me, his cock twitching as my cunt squeezed the last drops of semen out of it.

"You still possess me. You're in control. I'll just lie here naked for you to take me again—unless, now that you've had me, you've lost interest." That got a reaction!

"Now that I've had you, and know how exciting you are, I want you even more!"

I felt his soft cock swell and fill me up again.

"Oh-oh! I should be careful what I ask for! I'm going to get it now; you'll probably fuck me senseless!"

"Oh, Mrs. Nelson!"

"You know me well enough now, so call me Jenny when you're fucking me!"

Chad fucked me slowly, in long, deep strokes for several minutes with every inch of his cock enjoying every inch of my cunt.

I said, "Mmmm!"

Gaining confidence that he would not ejaculate prematurely, Chad fucked me faster and harder. I moaned. Several minutes later, he shifted into high gear. I began to cum.

"Yes, fuck me!"

I screamed at Chad. I covered my mouth and kept screaming into my hand. He had been fucking me for about 15 minutes now.

"Chad, you're driving me crazy! Cum, please cum!" Chad just kept fucking me hard.

It was time for some sexy talk to push him over the edge.

"Send me home freshly fucked! Fill me up, like you want to make me pregnant!"

That did it! Chad locked eyes with me and groaned loudly. His cock swelled even bigger, and I felt it pumping another generous helping of his sperm deep into me. He slumped over me again.

"I hope you've learned your lesson, young man! Don't make me keep you after class and discipline you in my office again!"

"Just tell me what I did wrong, dear teacher . . . so I can do it again!"

"Guess. Meanwhile, don't pull out."

"I'm happy where I am."

"Chad, my husband will be proud of me for exciting you so much and pleasing you so well. I made a promise to him last night, after he disciplined me for my misbehavior."

"What did you promise?"

"He wants more than a detailed account of what you did to me, if I let you go all the way. He wants proof that you've had me."

"What proof?"

"You know what a creampie is?"

"Sure. Your cum mixed with mine. We just made a big one!"

"Let me explain so you won't be too shocked. Before I met Bob, I was a fairly innocent, demure young woman. I even dressed conservatively. I never said "fuck." He built up my confidence in my looks. He encouraged me to dress in more revealing clothes that did justice to my figure. The reactions I got from other men convinced me that I had a body worth showing. Sexy clothes got me to behave in a sexy way.

"One night, he dared me to step into the hall of our apartment building in a transparent negligee with nothing on under it. Once, we made love outdoors with houses all around. Several times, he got me to strip naked out in the woods while he photographed me until he got so excited that he threw me down on a blanket and fucked me. While I was nervously looking around to make sure nobody caught us, he was half hoping a man would see us, become excited, and come up for a close look. I began using four-letter words because he did. He's corrupted me, but it keeps sex exciting for us.

"So, I hope you won't be shocked that he wants me to bring our creampie home to show him."

"Wow! He's a lewd dude! How can you keep it in?"

"Reach into the near desk drawer and you'll find a roll of plastic wrap. Rip off a big piece. You know how to do that!" I smiled slyly.

"When you pull out of me, I'll press my inner lips shut. You wrap the plastic from my navel to under my ass. I'm hoping my panties will hold the plastic in place."

Chad frowned. "I want to keep your panties as a souvenir!"

"Of your sexual conquest? You can keep my bikinis, with my personal scent. I knew I'd need more matronly panties for better coverage. You'll find them in the drawer, too."

Chad followed directions. I pinched my labia shut and lifted my ass for him to cover it. He helped me put the panties on and lifted me down. He grasped my tits one more time and we French-kissed. He helped me on with my bra and skirt. I was standing; I was walking. The wrap seemed to be holding. Chad carried my briefcase out to the car. I got in, and he leaned on the window.

"Is it working?"

"I don't feel squishy yet. Bob read that, when a woman is fucked to an orgasm, her lover's sperm goes deeper and stays in her longer. The theory is that nature uses orgasms to help impregnate women. You fucked me so well that my pussy doesn't want your sperm to leave me!"

I left him with that thought.

Back home, my husband greeted me warmly.

"Class ended more than an hour ago! What WERE you doing?"

"I had a committee meeting. People droned on. It was so boring!"

"Really?" Bob frowned.

"No. I was stuck in my office all this time. A persistent student wouldn't let me go."

"Stuck?"

"Impaled, actually."

"Did you bring proof?" Bob asked, with a lecherous look.

"Show and tell? I suppose I'd better not wait until after supper."

Bob grabbed his digital camera, led me to our bedroom, stripped me down to my panties and had me lie on my back. He carefully pulled my panties off.

"Now, raise your knees and spread your legs."

He got onto the bed and slowly peeled the plastic wrap down, leaving the part under my ass. My inner lips remained shut. He took a picture.

"Spread your lips. Nothing's coming out! Hmm, you look wet and smell freshly fucked, though." He took another picture.

"Remember you told me about what happens when a woman cums while the man fucks her? Chad made me cum and cum. He fucked me twice; it felt like he shot a lot into me. He has a long cock, too. I think he planted his seed deep."

Bob put a finger into my cunt and swirled it around.

"Oh, yeah! There's a lot in you! You really had him rutting! I'm proud of you! Here, have a taste."

I was so excited that I sucked Chad's cum from my husband's finger. Bob possessed me in one thrust.

"Wow! You've never felt wetter!" He lay on me, letting his cock savor my rich creampie.

Although Bob was extremely excited about me, I was so well primed by Chad that he was able to fuck me hard for more than five minutes while I told him the details of my seduction.

"I'll bet Chad will be after you again on Wednesday; he'd probably fuck you every day if he could!"

Bob emphasized his declaration with a hard thrust.

"The poor guy's not getting any from our coeds. I'm afraid we might get caught. Would you like me to invite him home to show you how well he can fuck me and sex me up for you?"

Bob replied with his cock. When I got to the part where I made Chad finally cum by urging him to send me home freshly fucked and pregnant, I got the same reaction: Bob went wild and topped me off. When he pulled out of me, a big load of sperm gushed out. He took more pictures.

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