Chapter Nine: [H]omewrecker
Morgan spent a lot of time thinking about Chris at home. When she would masturbate, she would picture him there with her, helping her, and when she was with her husband, she would pass the time comparing the two of them. Each comparison favored Chris, and even the men on television whom she used to fantasize about failed to measure up to him. She imagined Chris larger than each of them and dismissed their good looks in favor of Chris' youthful affection and massive endowments.
Such comparisons did not help her marriage. She still loved her husband, but each day found her attraction to him fading, displaced onto a well-endowed eighteen-year-old boy who had made it a habit to paint her face with semen every day after school. Which was part of the problem--her husband would never be bold enough to do the same. So, even if he were big enough to compete with Chris, which he was not, he could never win her back with his milquetoast personality. Chris was simply superior to Jared as a man, and Morgan had come to accept that.
In a way, that acceptance was liberating. It freed her to still love her husband and to appreciate him for what little he could do, and it simultaneously freed her to enjoy Chris and to indulge in all of the pleasure he offered her, student or not. The only problem left was that the more Morgan thought of Chris, the less she thought of her husband. She found it hard to talk with him anymore as anything she would have found interesting now seemed inconsequential next to Chris.
At work, Morgan had trouble focusing. She was still a good teacher, but every spare thought was given to Chris. He had started coming to her hard during the day, and while Morgan would reprimand him each time, she often rewarded the behavior. When she didn't have time, Chris was graceful, waiting patiently until she did or waiting until the end of the day. He knew better than to ask her during class, though she sometimes wished he would. She had arrived late to her class last time, but she hadn't gotten in trouble for it.
After school, a quick orgasm seemed to lead to improved focus in the young man, and the fruit of his labors appeared in the form of another A hovering in Morgan's face. Morgan smiled at it. This time, he had gotten every question right. She hugged him around his muscular torso. "Good Job, Chris! I'm so proud of you!" Morgan laughed when she stepped back and found Chris bashfully undoing his pants. "Oh my, someone is in a hurry."
Chris, blushing, said, "I-I was thinking that since I got an A, maybe we could fuck?"
"Language," Morgan said absently, but she watched his crotch with open, animal interest. When his limp cock came into view, she cooed. "But yes, of course, we can have sex if you like. It's your A, so you've earned it." Taking him into her hands, she cradled him and stroked him as he swelled rapidly into a full length. Then, she moaned. "Gosh, Chris, I don't even know how you fit into me!" Smiling up at him, she mewled. "Mm, but I guess we're going to find out soon, aren't we?"
Chris nodded dumbly as Morgan stroked him with open affection. They watched each other, Chris throbbing in Morgan's soft hands, and Morgan marveled at his size and warmth. This has been going on for weeks now, and neither could quite fathom their situation. Morgan remained infatuated with Chris and completely astonished to learn that a boy could be so well-hung. Chris, in turn, used his youth to advantage to stay hard even after climax or otherwise recover quickly enough to keep her impressed.
Leaning forward, Morgan breathed him in and kissed his cock root. Even without a thicket of dark pubic hair to gather his sweat, his crotch remained musky. She showered him with affection as she breathed it in, letting it fuel her want. She was wet for him from the moment she woke up that morning, but sniffing and tasting him left her hooded and wanting. Being a small woman, Morgan wanted herself as horny as she could be to accommodate his size and youthful exuberance.
Morgan kissed his sculpted belly while stroking him. "Though, if you want to have sex as a reward, then I'm a bit overdressed, aren't I?"
Chris nodded gently.
Giggling, Morgan released him and stood. She held him by his shoulder when standing before him, and the size difference between them turned her on even more. Smiling up at him, she undid and shimmied out of her pants as he stared, and she had to swallow her laughter as his dick twitched and dribbled at the sight of her panties.
As a teen, Morgan would have been ashamed by the wet spot that had formed in the crotch of her panties. She would have been equally ashamed of how the fabric seemed to hug her smoothly shaven peach. Now, however, she took pride in Chris' gaze and in his arousal. She caught him staring and pulled her panties tight to the contours of her vulva, giving him an open invitation to stare at her arousal and to appreciate it like she did. "Wow, look at that! I'm soaking down there. Here, feel," she said, taking him by the hand and guiding him to his privates.
She pressed his fingers against her vulva and let him feel the warm slickness of her arousal. Chris followed blindly, cupping her and squeezing without reason. Morgan cooed, grinding his fingers and biting back a more impassioned moan as she slid along his long, thick digits. They are not yet a man's fingers, but already they are strong and beyond adequate. Like the rest of him, she was sure they would ripen further with age but already found them incomparably pleasing.
