Honour Student (Closed)

She didn’t know how long she sat there in that chair with her swollen stomach and heaving chest, but by the time she was able to gather enough strength to sit upright in the chair Avery realized she was going to be late getting home and getting dinner ready for Allan for the second week in a row. She surged from the chair with a garbled cry of “shit!” and grabbed her briefcase.

Her jaw throbbed uncomfortably and her belly still felt very heavy. Avery knew her voice was wrecked but she had no choice to confront him like this - what else could she do? She’d just have to cite a sudden burst of illness and possibly retire to bed early. That would give her the time she needed to book a hotel room anyway, because she couldn’t think of anywhere else she could meet Simon on Saturday.

When she got home, Avery went through the motions of greeting her husband mechanically. She almost flinched away when he leaned in to kiss her, but Avery stubbornly puckered her lips and prayed there was no hint of Simon’s salty filling to be found. Allan didn’t seem to notice anything, kissing her quickly and turning back to the TV.

Good. She had been so nervous he might catch her red-handed even though she figured there was no way for him to really know she’d been sucking another guy’s dick only an hour ago.

They ate with no further issues, but Avery was fearful that Allan might also detect Simon’s spicy cologne emanating from her skin or her hair, considering they’d been in pretty close contact. He didn’t.

Avery’s appetite was poor to begin with because she’d basically had a big meal earlier this afternoon but also because even slight movements of her mouth made her jawbone twinge and crack uncomfortably.

She begged off sick after Brody was tucked gently into bed and grabbed her iPad, curling up under the covers of their king size and setting to work searching for a good hotel that was not some cheap, seedy run-down hole in the wall but also not a five-star. She wanted a place that was fairly low-key.

It took about forty-five minutes before she found a place she was happy with. With that out of the way, all that was left was to find an outfit she could wear. All of her sexy lingerie had been tucked away for a while now considering that Allan wasn’t really into any of the foreplay, seeking to stick it in and get it done as soon as possible. It drove Avery insane.

She’d worry about the lingerie business tomorrow after classes. If she was lucky, Avery would be able to get home and carefully select and stash the undergarments away before Allan even got home from work.

She’d text Simon the location in the morning, but that didn’t stop her from staring down at the foreign number on her phone for what seemed like hours as she laid there in the dark that night listening to her husband snore. She’d faked sleep when she heard him climbing the stairs and he hadn’t even bothered to press a kiss into her hair as he settled next to her.

The next morning as she wrote down the general topics her Genetics class was about to cover and a few key points, Avery was exhausted. She hadn’t slept much at all and the root of her current problem was due to walk in the door at any moment now. Avery steeled herself, intent not to let him see how much he affected her even after she’d agreed to his ballsy proposal.

Her voice wasn’t very loud or strong this morning, vocal chords still beaten raw, but she hoped it was enough to get her point across.

She wondered if Simon would be proud of the proof of his control over her and the temporary damage he’d done. He’d been pretty casual about it last evening when he left her. Well, she was about to find out.

On Saturday, Avery was spared any sneaking around when Allan announced over the breakfast table that he was going out for the night drinking with his coworkers and wouldn't be home until late and not to wait up for him. Avery swallowed her gulp of coffee and remarked that she also had plans with her best friend Lindsay and that they'd likely end up watching movies most of the night and not to be alarmed if she ended up passing out on the couch. Allan made a low grunting sound that signaled his acknowledgment but otherwise, the rest of the meal was silent.

Avery called and made arrangements for Brody to stay with her mother tonight just in case. He was happy about that, chattering excitedly about Nana's infamous shortbread cookies that she made for him every single time he slept over because he loved them so much and the pillow fort they'd slept in together after watching Power Rangers for the 658th time when he'd stayed over last time. Okay, so maybe she was exaggerating, but Brody was a handful on a good day.

Avery loved every single minute with him and today he wanted to go to the "kitty place" that was minutes from Allan's office downtown. Brody was talking about the cat cafe that he'd gone to once during a sleepover with a friend from school, and ever since then he'd been incorrigible and wanted to go all the time. Allan couldn't take him due to severe pet allergies and Avery's schedule lately meant that she worked most of their opening hours. It had been hard to find the time but today Avery was dedicating her day to putting that sunny, gap-toothed smile on his face.

Allan had disappeared into his study and refused to spend the day with them so Avery just shrugged it off and slammed the door a little more loudly than she had planned on. Good riddance!

Brody played and chased the cats around in between short breaks to stop and colour and within an hour and a half he was tuckered out and snoring softly against Avery's throat. Avery carried him back out to the car and placed him into his car seat before driving over to her mom's. The short nap on the half hour drive was just enough to give Brody a second wind and he practically launched himself out of the vehicle at Avery's father, Brendan, when they arrived, screaming "Pa! Guess what! Mama and I spent the day petting the kitties and there was a one that kept wanting to lick my face and that was fun but I kept trying to eat my scone and it was hard because another cat almost stole it from me but we had sooooooooo much fun and I really think you should get a cat 'cuz...."

Avery laughed joyously, listening to the excited babble of neverending words. She wasn't surprised to find that Brody barely even stopped to breathe. She greeted her mother (Hanna) with a kiss on the cheek and tight hug, mumbling affectionately, "what a goober. He's been non-stop all day so he'll sleep well but don't you dare give him those chocolate chips I saw in your cupboard when I was over yesterday for lunch," she warned pointedly. Hanna practically cackled, mischievous expression settling over her wizened face even as she faked outrage and said, "Avery! What do you take me for? A growing boy needs plenty of chocolate to grow big and strong and tall - what else could I possibly feed him?!"

At least he gets it honestly, Avery rolled her eyes in fond exasperation.

They parted ways with a wet slobbery kiss from Brody and Hanna promised that she would drop him off tomorrow around lunchtime. Brody waved exuberantly at his mother as she backed out of the drive before turning and yanking his grandparent's towards the front door.

*****

She had no idea how long she'd be busy entertaining Simon, but she wasn't going to underestimate that time and cut it short; she had tonight and a good portion of the morning tomorrow, now. It was the first evening that they would have together where they had no other responsibilities or reasons to run off. She would stay as long as he wanted her as per their agreement.

She checked into the hotel just after seven and spent a good chunk of time soaking in the tub and shaving every possible inch of flesh until it was baby-smooth except for that small triangle of fuzz leading down towards her most sacred place. She didn't know just how far things would go tonight but she was prepared for anything, moisturizing her skin to the nines and leaving nothing untouched. Avery blow-dried her hair but didn't do anything to style it, letting it fall in the normal loose, flowing curls that she was lucky enough to call natural and applied only a light coat of makeup and a spritz of perfume (whipped cream and rose).

She painted her lips blood-red with her favourite lipstick because she had appreciated the colour on Simon's cock Thursday. It had looked good on him.

The outfit that she had chosen was an emerald green teddy that matched the shade of her eyes. It was thin and lacy, completely transparent and highlighting the alabaster skin underneath and not meant to be worn with any other undergarments. The intricate flowers on it were delicate and pretty. The cups had scalloped edges and drew attention further north to the heavy mounds encapsulated within; Avery's breasts were overly large and threatened to burst free from the teddy, her nipples barely covered at all by the lace scallops. They were lifted and squeezed together within the bodice as she struggled to slip everything important inside.

Finally, standing in front of the foggy bathroom mirror, Avery inspected herself.

Even she couldn't stifle her gasp of pleasure; she was beautiful. She felt like a girl again, excited for the first time her lover saw her naked and claimed her as his, but also anxious for that same reason. What if he hated it? Avery was aware she wasn't the smallest girl around, and she wasn't the youngest, either. She'd borne a child and wore the scars to prove it, but she was proud of those. The extra weight around her full stomach and hips weren't so much her favourite though, and she had only a second to be embarrassed about that, but she still felt sexy. Regardless, Simon hadn't seemed to mind her size or age at all during their last encounters so Avery put it out of her mind.

She hadn't wanted to dress up for her husband in years. Surprised, Avery realized that she had wanted to do this for Simon, though - she could have argued, but instead she'd spent hours making sure her body was ready for him. Everything was in place.

When Simon knocked at the door with three sharp raps at just after nine-thirty, Avery wrapped a silken overcoat around her shoulders and tied it closed to at least give him something to look forward to unwrapping - best to make him work for it a little, right? The overcoat only came to about mid-thigh, but it acted perfectly as a bit of protection, hiding her modesty from him.

With sweaty palms and and a cunt that was already starting to drip like a faucet at the taboo nature of their clandestine meeting, Avery twisted the doorknob and pulled the door open slowly. Her smile was shaky, nerves eating at her as he took her in for the first time in anything but prim and proper dress-clothes.

"Come in," she said quietly, stepping aside in invitation.

Simon looked especially handsome tonight. He always had been in his casual clothes but for him to be wearing a sports jacket and some dress pants... Mmm. She appreciated the effort.

She also appreciated the bottle of rum he produced, smirking a bit at the forethought. She accepted the glass he offered her and tipped it back, dark liquid sliding down her throat easily. It did burn, but that was expected because her windpipe was still feeling slightly tender.

Simon wasn’t quite sure what to do with himself and that confidence from Thursday seemed to have evaporated somewhat in the wake of this entirely new encounter.

Avery smirked. Under everything Simon really was just a teenage virgin. He had talked a big game last time but tonight Avery was back in control.

Setting her glass down on the dresser, Avery took a couple of steps towards him and placed one of her small hands on his muscular chest just above his sternum. She applied gentle force until Simon appeased her clear direction and began to walk backwards until his knees hit the edge of the bed and then he sat, looking up at her curiously.

Avery’s deft fingers plucked at the silken belt holding her overcoat together and it slid down her arms to pool at her elbows, revealing her teddy but still clinging to her body. Simon inhaled, his eyes flashing with something unidentifiable, but Avery was already perching both knees on either side of his hips and straddling his lap.

Unlike last time they’d been in this position, Avery was able to sink all of her weight onto his thighs. They were pressed tightly together and his soft bulge rested in the wet junction of her pussy, spreading a small damp spot onto his pants. She braced her hands on his shoulders and leaned forward to nip at his earlobe before soothing the sting with a barely there press of her lips. Pulling back to face him properly, Avery let her eyes flick down to his full mouth, slightly parted and releasing warm puffs of air into the space between them.

Avery wanted to kiss him, but that was one rule she could not allow herself to break.

She ignored that in favour of answering his question.

“Don’t overthink it, Simon. You can’t kiss me and you can’t leave marks on my body but everything else is fair game. Take your time - you don’t need to rush. We have this room all night and I’ve got nowhere else to be. We’ll drink a little bit, play, and drink some more. Maybe we’ll even nap between rounds. Why does there have to be a “plan”? I just know that I “plan” to give you more than just a blowjob tonight, so I hope you’re ready for that,” she said calmly, making sure he understood with proper emphasis on the fact that their only plan was really having none at all and that tonight she wanted more than just her lips wrapped around his cock.

She had come up with the second rule on the way to the hotel this evening when she thought back to the rough way he’d fisted her hair in his hand the other day - Simon had the capacity for rough sex whether he knew that or not, and as much as Avery was admittedly looking forward to it, she did have a husband to go home to. If not, Avery might have encouraged that kind of behaviour. As it was, she had to keep his encounter on course, and if Simon kissed her... If he spread his lips with her tongue and claimed her mouth with his Avery knew her control would be gone in a wisp of smoke. She was a sucker for kissing and she’d melt into his lap like a drunken floozy and not the grown, mature woman she was.

“Do you want to fuck me, baby?” Her voice had dropped until it was honey smooth again and there was fire dancing in her eyes at the thought of naked skin sliding against her own. To have that lean, powerful body holding her down into the bed and making her take every inch of that ginormous cock inside her... Avery was ready.

She wasn’t scared like she had been the first time she’d seen it; one more push and Avery would have buried the entire thing in her throat on Thursday so there was no reason she couldn’t take him in her cunt. She was sure as hell going to try.

They didn’t need condoms because Avery was on the pill and was careful not to miss any. She took it every evening at 9:30pm and had for many years now. Tonight she’d taken it just a bit early at 8:30 instead, but she couldn’t take any chances. She wasn’t worried about catching STDs from Simon because Avery knew he’d never had a partner before her. She was pretty confident they had everything they needed, now.

Avery’s heart palpitated in her chest when he grasped her air and tugged her head back to brush his lips along her throat. He’s playing with me she realized fearfully. He was showing her that he could kiss her anytime he wanted despite her rule and Avery had no idea when he’d finally decide that it was time to take her mouth as his. Simon was in charge and planned to do whatever he wanted with her body.

She had mistakenly thought she had some degree of control over this encounter when he had asked for her opinion, but now that mysterious version of Simon that she had no idea how to read was back again, watching her critically as she reclined in his lap.

Avery had thought she might be able to enjoy their sex over the four month period but if he wasn’t going to respect her wishes then she might be hard pressed for that. She’d try, but any hope she had was quickly evaporating.

Speaking of quickly, Simon’s fat dick was growing underneath her wet centre and as it became engorged with blood it began to pulsate. When he bodily lifted her out of his lap Avery trembled against her will; fuck, but she loved it when her partner manhandled her during sex, moving and tugging and pulling her into the positions he wanted to take advantage of her in. It always made her cunt gush a little more.

Avery rounded the bed to settle up by the headboard but before she climbed onto the mattress she allowed the overcoat to hit the floor and kicked it away with her foot. Next, her fingers strummed teasingly at the straps of the teddy while she peeked over her shoulder at him coquettishly. Very slowly she inched the straps over her shoulders and shimmied out of the emerald lace until every inch of her backside was on display for him.

Avery nervously arranged herself on the bed for him, knees bent up and feet apart so that he could see the pooling wetness of her snatch. Her juices were already running down the crack of her ass and starting to soak into the duvet because of how worked up she’d been before playtime had really even began. Simon made her anxious, never quite sure what to expect, but Avery wasn’t too worried about putting on the show for him; she was a professional at the intricacies of masturbation by now and she knew what she liked.

There was nothing complicated about it.

Her fingers on her left hand plucked at her nipples, pinching and pulling, while the other dipped into her honeypot.

There was hunger in his eyes as he watched her toy with her slit, blue eyes hyper intent on the pink gash and enlarged clitoral hood that was glistening in the flourescent lighting with the amount of wetness saturating her insides. Avery stroked a fingertip over her clit and dipped her middle finger into her quim, smooth muscle sucking that finger deeply inside. Her hips rose off the bed a little in reflex, small moan breaking free.

Avery fucked herself with her fingers for several minutes but she never forgot to stimulate the sensitive nubs protruding from her breasts, either.

Simon’s hands stroked along her calves and spread her knees even further and Avery was glad she’d taken the time to shave in the tub.

Her respirations were starting to come it in pants and her chest was rising and falling a little more rapidly now. Avery was becoming restless, small shocks of electricity dancing down her spine and making it difficult to focus on what she was doing. The whines she let out were much more frequent and louder in pitch.

Simon said he wanted to hear her - well, with the exception of the climax she’d had the other day in her office Avery usually was very vocal; he didn’t have to worry about that.

“I-I’m going to...to cum,” she gasped, mouth falling open and thighs tensing, orgasm crashing over her like a tsunami. Avery let out a shaky howl, pelvis bearing down and releasing a torrent of sweet liquid all over the bed sheets.

Her eyes had fallen shut sometime during the course of her orgasm. Avery felt boneless, the endorphins caused by her climax seeping through her body until she couldn’t fight the sated smile.

In her relaxed state, Avery felt like she was underwater as she recovered from her orgasm. She didn’t notice the bed sinking under Simon’s weight or even his grip on her ankles until something massive battered at the entrances to her hot insides. With a firm push, the head of Simon’s cock popped in just as Avery managed to open her eyes and pay attention to what was going on.

She felt like she was going to split and tear around him as he stroked more and more of his thick girth inside her. Simon had to keep stopping and surging forward with little bursts of his powerful hips to feed her more cock every time and Avery moaned helplessly. His body held her down and the grip he had on her ankles face her no leverage to resist; she was forced to lay there and take it.

Eventually, even though the vaginal muscle was fairly elastic and able to stretch around him, Simon began to meet resistance. He was stubborn and kept pushing, trying to stuff as much as he could in her wet twat, but it got to the point that Avery’s delirious moans became ones more painful in nature. She hissed, body jerking when he bottomed out against her cervix, the fat head feeling like a hot poker against the tiny sphincter. Fuck, but that hurt!

Avery felt a small twinge of pleasure for just a moment buried underneath the ache. There was no way she liked that, did she? She knew some women did enjoy rough, even slightly painful sex; a little side of pain to go with their pleasure. Avery had never been one of those women before.

Did he even care that it hurt?

Simon was grunting and panting away in her ear, sweat beading his brow at the effort it had taken to get this far.

Avery looked down. There was still about four inches to go before that dick was swallowed whole by her hungry pussy and she feared she couldn’t take him, but as he started to pull back and thrust a little, Avery felt her tense muscles relaxing. The more aroused she was the more her vaginal canal would stretch, so Avery wondered if she’d be the first woman to take Simon’s cock successfully. She was beginning to think she was a bit of a size queen - his immense phallus was a masterpiece and she wanted it all.

Her vocalizations were mainly garbled now, body more intent on adjusting to the monster that seemed determined to rearrange her internal organs as it made its home inside her than making any real recognizable sounds.

She wondered if Simon was enjoying his first dose of pussy.

There was no possible way for him to breach her cervix but he continued to hammer away at her as if he fully expected that miniscule sphincter to blossom open and accept his monstrosity deep inside it. Avery still wasn't sure she loved the ache that each thrust caused but she wasn't exactly turned off, either. What was that saying? It hurt so good.

That's exactly how she felt.

Avery knew most women wouldn't enjoy their partner purposefully butting up against their cervix when it was clear that it hurt, but Avery found herself getting excited at the thought that Simon wasn't backing off or running away just because she seemed uncomfortable - Allan would always stop their fun cold turkey as soon as he suspected he might be being too rough, but Simon clearly knew that maybe he was pushing the limit and didn't care.

His ice blue eyes watched her face critically for any signs he'd maybe went too far but there were none and Avery's breathy moans, gasps and grunts certainly didn't tell him to stop.

Still, she realized that what was happening wasn't exactly healthy: Simon seemed to have no regard if she was enjoying it or not, and the glint reflecting back at her implied that he even loved that she was hurting. This was spinning out of control and Avery knew that she might have difficulty controlling it if Simon decided this wasn't enough - it would only take one small step for him to cross the line.

She would have to do her best to keep her boundaries with him; she could be strict.

But here, bent in half like a pretzel being filled with cock like it was her job with Simon's thin but muscular body holding her down, Avery was well aware she was not in charge. Looking down, she could see the way his cock made her belly bulge on every smooth movement of his hips like a snake making its way through her insides. She moaned in awe, mouth dropping open.

It felt fabulous though - she decided she loved the painful strike of massive cock against her cervical ring and he was well on the way to making her cum again.

As her arousal grew, Simon was able to slide even deeper inside her as tense muscle relaxed and soaked pussy sucked him in. Finally, Avery felt the bony prominences of Simon's hips come to rest against her pelvis and his ballsac squished up against the wet lips of her cunt. He was fully engulfed and his wide eyes told her that he hadn't believed it was possible.

Avery smirked victoriously.

"Does that feel good for you, baby? Every inch of you has been buried in pussy for the first time, now, so congratulations - you're officially not a virgin. C'mon Simon, fuck me," Avery implored. "I'm going to cum again anytime. Give it to me, baby, please!"

Avery's nails dug deep into his shoulder blades as she spasmed in orgasm. Her mouth dropped open in a silent scream and the rest of her body went limp underneath him. Simon continued to plow himself into her but his tempo became a little unhinged and his strokes were not as smooth - he was close, too.

When Avery let her hands drop from around his shoulders and brush down over his chest she noted there were beads of blood underneath her fingernails. Something about that sight seemed to make her body quake all over again - Allan got lightheaded at the sight or smell of blood and didn't take injuries very well, but Simon seemed completely unperturbed about his new war wounds. It didn't even phase him - the only evidence that he knew what she'd just done was the caustic glance down at her red-tinged fingertips. It was masculine and powerful that anything she did to hurt him was more like an annoying fly circling around him than anything damaging.

One of his hands wrapped around her throat and squeezed.

He'd seemed to enjoy when he'd cut off her air supply with his cock and now Avery realized it was the act itself and not just the visual of her windpipe being blocked with dick. This time, Avery didn't let her eyes waver as he choked her; she wanted him to watch what he was doing to her. Her legs jerked and a numb feeling was beginning to spread from her toes up the length of her until her fingers twitched weakly against his chest.

Her cunt was impossibly wet and though it may have just been her recent orgasm, Avery couldn't help but feel a spark deep inside her pelvis at the dangerous turn their play had taken.

Simon's hips stuttered and came to a stop. His groan was deep in her ear as he began to flood not only her womb but their bed with his neverending load of hot cum. She could almost feel it sloshing around inside her and when Avery flicked her darkening vision down to her belly once more Avery found it to be bloated and almost rolling like a wave with every new pump of jism inside her.

"Fuuuuuuuucccccccccckkkkkk," she gurgled stupidly, air supply almost completely gone.

It didn't seem possible that Simon had that much cum to give her but his blasts kept going and going and going. Finally, Simon let go of her throat and Avery sucked in a large gulp of oxygen just as he finally finished and pulled out. She watched every single inch of that horse cock as he pulled it from her insides and she was amazed to have taken it all. His penis was still dribbling just a bit and he smeared that over her belly and tits, examining the mess he'd made of her when he was satisfied his balls were empty.

It was all she could do now to keep her eyes open, but Simon's cock was somehow still half-hard and Avery knew this was only the beginning.

The sheets underneath them were cold and damp with the high volume of cum that was leaking from Avery's lowers and her face was absolutely a mess of ruined makeup and sweat-soaked hair stuck to the sides of her cheeks. Her chest was heaving as she tried to get her air back.

This time when his hand curled around her throat it was gentle. He tipped her head back and lowered his body down overtop of hers with his dick resting just inside but not penetrating her labia. The head of it nestled over her stomach just underneath the curve of her gargantuan breasts.

It was a stunning visual, depicting just how much he'd really needed to rearrange her insides to admit him.

Simon's icy blue clashed with her deep green as he leaned down until his lips hovered just over her own mouth. Avery's pants were hot against his face and she cast her nervous expression away; this was when he decided her rules meant nothing and took what was his. More intimate than her pussy being creamed, Simon was definitely about to kiss her.

She had nowhere to run. He held her down, and with one large hand fisted in her hair he tilted her mouth to meet the slant of his a little better. He did not touch their lips, though; he only waited. He was surprisingly patient but Avery squirmed underneath him as best she could in discomfort.

"Please don't," she breathed. "Simon, I--"

He swallowed her protests.

Avery drowned, mouth falling open.

Avery hadn't wanted him to kiss her because of this exact reason: he tasted exquisite and even though he had been a virgin up until a few minutes ago, boy, could he ever kiss! Avery particularly loved kissing and wanted to keep doing that with Simon, but knowing that she'd touch her husband with the same lips that had touched another man in what may only be a few short hours made her stomach roll again with that uncomfortable feeling. Still, Simon had the ability to make her putty in his hands if he chose.

Yes baby she thought deliriously, that was fucking amazing!

Especially when he pulled back to look at her with those soft eyes and call her beautiful. How long had it been since Allan had complimented her? Avery didn't recall.

She turned her flushed red face away in embarrassment. Best not to let him see how weak he made her - if he knew that he had any other power over her he would seize it and Avery would never be able to gain the upper hand again. She had to play her cards close to her chest.

When he climbed off and laid next to her on his back, Avery couldn't help but let out a giggle at his comment.

"Oh, Simon - you've never had a girl before me, period, on your back or otherwise," she teased. Thinking about how she manage to pull this off was a good distraction from remembering the ghost of his mouth on hers though so she raised herself on shaky knees and straddled his hips. As soon as gravity took hold of her there was another big gush of Simon's cum expelled from her insides no matter how tightly she clenched to keep it inside.

She rubbed her moist pussy over the fat slab of cock meat before she reached down and tried to guide it back inside her. It was difficult with only one hand and two didn't give her the balance she needed so Simon helped her, one hand on her hip and the other wrapped around the base of his prick as Avery fit the flanged head just against the rim of her vagina.

Insertion was more comfortable this time but it still took a minute or two for her to be able to work the head into her innermost depths. After that, Avery impaled herself inch by inch. Now that she knew she could take it she wasn't as slow as the first time but this new angle allowed for total penetration and by the time she finally settled in his lap she was already tuckered from accepting the monumental penis. It battered her insides and she took a great big gasp at the immense pain of forcing his cock so hard against her cervix in order to accept him.

Because Simon's cock was not only thick but also long, Avery had to rise straight up onto her knees and sink back down into his lap on every thrust. It was taxing effort on the body but she was stubborn and had agreed to let him take her for a ride. After a while, Simon began to sense that she was struggling and he reached out with his free hand and grasped her other hip. With powerful lunges, Simon plowed her.

Avery hollered at the stab against the opening to her womb but her eyes rolled back in her head and a dopey smile crawled across her face.

She might be insane but she really did like the way that hurt.

"Fuh-fucking shit, Simon," she babbled.

"C'mon baby, give it to me just like that. Ohhhhh yeah. That feels so good - I've never had a man bone me as thoroughly as you do," she admitted. "You are going to make some naughty girl happy some day with equipment like this."

His last comment made something akin to uncertainty settle in her bones. Those words made it seem like Simon had no plans to end this “relationship” between them and that he might try to encourage it to last longer than originally agreed upon. Avery might have to put in a more concentrated effort to divert his interest.

But she couldn’t think about that right now.

Raising up out of his lap into her knees on each stroke stole her breath and caused her to pause and catch it. It also made her struggle to regain her composure and stave off the trembles that each drag of the ridges and veins on his cock invoked as he let her ride him. Avery was sufficiently winded and her orgasm was so close to the surface but she wasn’t ready to climb off that monster phallus; it still made her proud that she’d managed to take it all and escort Simon to places he’d never been before.

She leaned down and rubbed her body along his sweaty chest. Her breasts pillowed between them and she almost couldn’t reach his mouth with hers due to the obstacle they provided. Now that Simon had destroyed that barrier between them and claimed her lips, Avery was addicted.

Simon was a good kisser. He seemed to adapt to her own style very well but his intrinsic dominance came out in the way he guided her mouth and practically devoured her. Avery couldn’t help herself.

Her pouty red lips mashed against his and she stroked a tongue over his lips teasingly. When Simon opened his mouth to allow their tongues to tangle, Avery pulled back and shot a coy look in his direction.

She smirked.

“It’s that good for you, huh? Oh baby, I promised it would be... But I don’t know that fucking a woman twice your age is the best solution. I’m sure we can find you a sweet little freshman to split open,” she laughed.

With much effort, Avery rose up in her knees again and dropped down decidedly. She planned on at least two more orgasms so she didn’t see why she shouldn’t chase her pleasure more single-mindedly.

Was it wrong to be a bit selfish?

Avery screamed.

It felt like a hot poker being shoved up her rear end when Simon grasped her hips and simultaneously buried himself inside her to the root.

Only the feeling of the hot cum acting as a balm to soothe the ache made it feel any better as he rutted against her and worked hard to empty his balls inside her. Avery’s upper body collapsed onto his and she asked brokenly into the sweaty flesh of his throat. The sheets underneath them were absolutely soaked and Avery did manage to realize that here was no saving them - her credit card would probably be charged for the extra damages.

But Simon seemed more than pleased as he fired the last salvos inside her.

The grip he had on her hips was tight and Avery wouldn’t be surprised to find large handprints there in the morning.

She had to try several times to gather her breath in order to speak.

“Oh my God,” she finally managed. Her abdomen was throbbing and not in the good way - it really did feel like all the pressure of his pushing against her sensitive innards had ruptured or rearranged some things but that was impossible, so she just attributed it to the molten punch against her cervix.

“Fuck Simon... I... I don’t even...”

She didn’t even know what she was trying to say.

As she rested against his chest and listened to his bounding heartbeat while she caught her breath and tried to get the cramping in her belly to subside, Avery’s eyelashes fluttered. She didn’t even have the energy to dislodge him from inside her before she fell asleep in his arms.

She blinked sleepy green eyes at him, trying to understand what was going on after being woken so suddenly from her sleep.

It took a few seconds before her brain wrapped around the words he’d spoken.

“Fuck!” She cursed, practically throwing herself out of the bed. It was only when she was tugging on her panties that she paused, remembering. She had told Allan that she might not be home tonight, but she probably shouldn’t push her luck in case he called around looking for her. She didn’t have to rush but she shouldn’t stay, either.

Her pace slowed down significantly but she still dressed and gathered her things.

As she did so, she addressed Simon.

“Thanks. This was a good distraction but I’m headed out - my husband calls,” she stated firmly, brooking no room for argument. Finally, she slipped into her shoes and turned to meet Simon’s eyes.

“I’ll see you in class next week. I trust you’ll be able to manage the rest of the weekend now that you’ve had your fix. Goodbye Simon,” Avery said, striding forward to grasp the doorknob. “I’ll settle the bill on my way out.”

******

Allan was snoring when she climbed into the bed and pressed herself against his back. She’d showered in hopes of ridding herself of Simon’s musk but she still felt the anxiety that Allan would smell another man on her. No amount of scrubbing had made her feel clean enough.

With a small kiss pressed above his spine, Avery rolled into her back and stared at the ceiling.

Sleep didn’t come.

Even though she’d technically cheated on her husband last week, this felt different. Sucking Simon’s dick was a far cry from actually fucking him - it was the only time Avery had ever felt compelled to step out in her husband and it wasn’t because she wanted to.

Well - she had but...

Avery had more control than that. After the encounter in her office it was all supposed to end. Nothing more was ever supposed to happen. But Simon had blackmailed her and forced her to do something that had an irreversible impact on both her marriage and the rest of her life.

But Simon hadn’t exactly “forced” her. And after the first time, what was to stop her from walking away? Avery had mounted his hips of her own accord.

What had she done?

Avery cried silently for the life she’d given up.