As a result of her growing infatuation with Chris and his big, fat dick, Morgan found her feelings for her husband intrusive. Her old, more modest feelings for the older, more modestly endowed man she married seemed almost like a distraction from what really mattered. Anymore, her eyes were meant for Chris, who was far more deserving of her time and her energy. So she sat there, her hands together for him to fuck her palms and fingers as she showered his lean, muscular body with kisses while he bent over her.
Meanwhile, Chris could see her growing interest in him despite his youth. He was too young and naive to understand the depth of it, but it empowered him all the same. It gave him the confidence to enjoy her, and it allowed him to thrust into her hands and breasts without fear of punishment. On instinct, Chris knew the power he had over Morgan and reveled in it. For him, Morgan wasn't only an older, beautiful teacher, but the first woman--perhaps the first person--to believe in him, and that alone made him love her. Sometimes, that love interrupted his adolescent fantasies. It made him feel guilty, but only until she fixed her hands around his rigid cock. Then, the pleasure was too great to deny.
Licking his cock root, Morgan purred as he swelled in her grasp. She sat back to stare at his leaking shaft, astonished by his size and his resilience. "My, my, you're lasting a while," she said, and she laughed. "Gosh, you're getting so fat. Are your balls heavy, Chris? Do you need to come all over your favorite teacher's tiny titties?" Morgan never spoke this way at home with her husband, but it felt fun to tease Chris, and she could tell he liked it, too. She moaned as he quickened, swelling and surging in her hands. She could feel his orgasm before it exploded across her breasts. "Do it, Chris. Cover me in your cum. Use my breasts as your towel to catch your cum!"
Grunting and gasping, Chris forced himself to the root in her palms and exploded across her chest like a firehose. Hot semen spurted and spread across her skin, and Morgan giggled and stroked him with one hand while holding him steady with the other. She had her own climax in tandem with his, like a reward for her good behavior, and she moaned through it before turning a half-lidded gaze on Chris, who stared back at her in silent awe.
Morgan purred. Stroking him slowly, she milked him onto her sperm-slick breasts. Even with her shirt up, she couldn't do much to avoid the mess. Morgan didn't care, she was happy to be his cum rag and took a quiet pride in his virility. She cooed while milking the last of him onto her collar bone, and then she sucked him clean just to taste him. "Mm." She purred while tonguing his urethra, and then she stared him in the eyes with his cock in her mouth. "Is that better, Chris? Do you think you can focus now?"
Eying her sperm-soaked torso in mixed pride and astonishment, he gulped. "Uh, sure?"
Giggling, Morgan kissed his cockhead one last time before removing herself from him. She found her old towel and wiped her body reluctantly as Chris put himself away. She smiled at him as he went to the window to open it. "Thanks," she said. "I'll be back in a bit. Wait for me?"
Chris nodded, and Morgan kissed him on the cheek on her way out. It wasn't until she was in the teacher's bathroom, the scent of Chris less pronounced than it was in the classroom, that she realized what she did. It felt right in the moment and, staring at herself in the mirror, still stinking of his semen, it continued to feel right in the bathroom. Her only concern was that she might regret it later.
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