Honour Student (Closed)

[Cum_Inside]

Allan didn’t notice a thing the next day. He was too busy with his nose buried in the newspaper he’d already read twice before over the last couple days and waving his coffee cup about as he demanded a refill, waving it in her direction with a pretty clear hint.

Good.

Usually it annoyed her to no end but today Avery felt more than a bit sore and every step she took sent cramps racing up her back from where Simon had bludgeoned her cervix. Today was a good day for Allan not to pay any attention to his wife.

*****

On Monday morning Avery was a ball of nerves. She wondered if anything had changed now that Simon had taken her but she was pleasantly surprised when he did nothing more than meet her eyes with a smile during class time. She had expected him to seek her out and she had no idea what she might say to him, but thankfully he spared her that interaction.

Tuesday was a different story.

He strolled in and casually flicked the lock before greeting her, rounding the side of the desk and pulling her onto her feet to kiss her deeply.

Avery let out a gasp against his lips, remembering the torrid way they’d shared spit between their sliding tongues on Saturday. Fuck but could this boy ever kiss! She couldn’t help but slump against him, her hands catching her weight braced against his abdominals as her eyes slipped shut and she let him kiss her. He practically devoured her and Avery couldn’t remember the last time any other person had kissed her this way - as if they really wanted her and not her lips wrapped around their cock. One large hand wrapped around the back of her neck and into her hair and the other around her waist, supporting her weight against his sturdier frame as the kiss slowed but became more passionate, his tongue curling and sliding along the length of hers so intimately, as if they had been doing this dance for years.

Avery pushed him away gently.

“Simon. Hello to you too,” she breathed.

“But please. These are my office hours. They aren’t time for us to screw like horny teenagers while I get paid to help educate students,” she warned primly, adjusting her blue silk blouse. She slowly lowered herself into her chair again, taking stock of him more clearly.

Now that she was out of his arms and not buried under the roguish scent of his aftershave, Avery managed to bring herself out of the fog that being so close to him brought over her. Her body tensed in anticipation and possibly fear of just what he wanted this time. Of course their sex had been good, great even, and he’d fucked her just as roughly as she’d hoped for, but it had all been a mistake.

She had a husband and a child.

She needed to find a way out of this, but she couldn’t be too abrasive about it either. She had to approach the situation delicately, but she had no idea how to go about that. Avery was out of her element and floating out at sea in the deep wake of her impulsive actions and she didn’t think she was going to make it to shore.

She was going to drown under Simon’s intense attention unless she could manage to find herself some kind of life preserver.

After several days of serious thought, Avery still couldn’t find any help on the horizon. All because she’d been an idiot and jumped ship at the worst possible moment. She had no one to blame but herself.

Gazing at the length of dick that was already becoming engorged against his thigh told Avery that she had a different kind of work to do whether she wanted that or not. They did have an arrangement, after all. But Avery wouldn’t bring up helping him out unless he demanded it, so she reclined in her chair and turned pointedly back to the stack of editorial essays on her desk.

 

[saedo]

The way she responded to him when they embraced was telling. Simon's experience might be limited, but he knew when a girl was enjoying a kiss. Dr. Jennings definitely wasn't faking.

For a brief moment, he could even see it in her eyes. A lustful hunger filled her gaze for a few moments. She wanted him. Here. Now. Hard.

But then it faded away almost as swiftly. Thoughts of unpleasant "but what if . . ." outcomes undermined her eager delight. Thinking about her husband maybe. Or perhaps what would happen if her department chair looked in to see her Frenching a student? Or maybe she was still pissed that he'd blackmailed her into this.

" These are my office hours. They aren’t time for us to screw like horny teenagers while I get paid to help educate students ". She straightened her blue blouse and sat back down as if prepared to wholly ignore him.

"Your office hours end in ten minutes, Doc," he countered. "And there's no one else outside. You set them this late on purpose because you know no college student wants to be near a classroom after 3 PM."

Dr. Jennings sniffed slightly, which Simon took to be a sign he was at least partially right. Probably why some professors scheduled their office hours first thing in the morning; no student wanted to go an office hour before class started.

" But that's fine," Simon continued. "I'll let you keep working. You don't need to stop grading papers or whatever. But maybe you should stand up; probably been sitting for too long."

Simon's suggestion soon became a command. A hand on her upper arm lifted her to her feet. As soon as her weight left the leather chair, he rolled it back from the desk so that she had no choice but to stand.

" No, go on. Keep working, " he replied to her gaze, pointing at the stack of papers. "Just need to bend over a little." He guided her torso forward until she planted her hands on the desk.

"I'll just keep busy back here," Simon continued. Dr. Jennings wore a tasteful dark skirt that hung just below her knees. It fit too closely to her thighs to make pulling it up practical. He instead found the zipper at the waistband and tugged it down. Soon it descended her hips, revealing the lacy panties beneath.

"I like that color," he mused as he ran his fingers along the silk. "You always have such pretty underwear." He slid his hand along her ass and followed the fabric as it curved beneath her. "Mmm, it's like a Christmas present right before you unwrap it."

 

[Cum_Inside]

He caught her, hook line and sinker. Avery had maybe anticipated a lower volume of students attending her office hours in the afternoon, but as he pulled her from her chair and bent her over the sturdy oaken desk, she realized her decision had backfired. And damnit, but he was right - there was only ten minutes left. She couldn’t deny him.

Trying to mark papers now was a wholly impossible endeavour as his fingers ghosted over the length of her slit atop her underwear. Her skirt clung around her knees and rather than argue against the inevitable, Avery reached down with one hand and pushed it the rest of the way to the floor to flutter against her ankles. Simon made a pleased sound but not much else, one hand sliding up her spine in a barely there caress as the other continued to stroke over her hidden labial folds.

Avery held still for as long as she could while he explored her body like this.

Compared to Satrurday, Simon was a lot slower as his hands slid over every inch of burning skin until he could almost identify her body with his eyes closed. He took his time as though it was infinite.

It felt very intimate and Avery squirmed in discomfort.

This was just sex - there was no need for him to know every nook and cranny so familiarly as a lover might. He was NOT her lover.

But Simon seemed to disagree with that sentiment.

The cotton of his shirt brushed against her lower back in a way that was almost ticklish and Avery wiggled once more as he lowered his torso down over her body so his teeth could nibble at her ear. Two fingers tweaked and tugged teasingly at the edging of her panties while the other reached up and under her shirt to squeeze at her tits. He wasn’t gentle about that part, though, and Avery couldn’t bite back her moan. It was loud in the silence of the room apart from her increasingly laboured breathing as he played with her body.

She couldn’t let him push her too far this time.

“It’s such a shame that Christmas hasn’t come early,” she responded brattily. “I appreciate your critique on my underwear choice but Allan actually bought these for me. I wonder how upset he would be to find that his wife soaked them because of a teenage boy’s fingers.”

She hadn’t missed the tense set of his shoulders the other night when he’d been reminded about her husband. Maybe it would make him back off. Combined with the reminder about the disparity between their social circumstances, maybe Avery could catch a break.

Or maybe it would have the opposite effect; as content as Simon had been to look and take her to pieces with her panties on, suddenly those panties were falling in tatters to the floor. Avery had heard the “rrrrrrippppp” of the seams as they split but she couldn’t believe it. Now, trying to turn her head far enough to visualize them, Simon stole her mouth over her shoulder as finger’s plunged into her sodden canal. Avery’s gasp was swallowed by him as his tongue twirled around the vocalization and silenced any complaints.

A little of her fight died as she naturally spread her thighs as far as his weight in her back would allow. Those long, delicate fingers touched places inside her that only his cock or her vibrators ever had. Hesitantly, her hips began to pump back against his trusts.

 

[saedo]

The husband again. But the way she tossed it off sounded . . . artificial. And it hardly seemed to jibe with the attitude of the mind behind those texts.

"No," he mused. "No, I don't think so. Maybe once. Maybe he was that way. But the way you talk about him now? Never warmly. Or even angrily. More indifferently. Like the weather."

Simon slipped his finger inside the silk crotch. Dr. Jennings tensed at the sudden direct contact as the top of his finger brushed against her bare flesh. "No, but I don't think he got these for you. Maybe a nightgown or some frilly thing at Victoria's Secret. But an expensive pair of panties? He probably doesn't even know your size. Maybe you used his money, but this was a gift you got yourself."

Simon leaned forward, pressing his torso against her back as he brought his lips next to her ear. "A gift I'm going to take away," he growled, his breath warm on her skin.

He slipped all his hand inside the fabric crotch and pulled steadily away perpendicular to her body. Unable to slide down her legs, the fabric stretched and then dug into her flesh. She squeaked in discomfort, but fortunately such pricey underwear wasn't designed for such mechanical stresses. A few tiny pings of parting threads presaged the wholesale rip that followed. The blue silk shredded into a few fragments that he tossed aside, leaving only the stretched waistband as the only semi-functional remnant still attached.

Simon couldn't think of anything witty or sultry to say, so he just slid his finger inside her. When Dr. Jennings turned back to gape at him, he covered her mouth was his. He held the kiss till his actions below the waist made her break contact to gasp and moan.

Her vagina clutched at him so tightly he could almost believe that a second finger would be too much, yet his middle finger slid alongside the index with little resistance. Soon he has to do little at all; Dr. Jennings planted her palms hard against the desk and began grinding her hips against his hand.

He took his cues from her, steering his efforts to increase and decrease the level of simulation accordingly. No, this wasn't going to be a quick little finger bang where she just straightened her skirt and went back to grading papers. He was going to rev her up and down till she came so hard that she couldn't stand.

It took minutes before she was whining for it. His fingers were starting to tire, but the sound of her need was worth it. But as he teased her a little closer with his right, his left hand coiled into her hair and pulled back. He ignored her complaints as she was forced back into an upright position.

Simon leaned into her, his now aching cock an unmistakable bulge behind her. He brought his lips back to her ear, his voice low and feral. "You're about to cum, Doc. I can feel it. But we can't have anyone overhearing. Not during office hours, right?"

Simon chuckled as his left hand clamped itself firmly across her face, covering her mouth with his palm. "Scream all you like," he urged as his right fingers rubbed her at just the right spot inside.

 

[Cum_Inside]

Avery’s face flushed in both embarrassment and irritation. Those had been her favourite pair of panties! But she could only spare a moment to mourn their loss before she realized just how close to home he had just struck with his comments.

Allan hadn’t been interested enough to buy her any undergarments in years - back when there had been heightened romance and foreplay involved in their sex, Allan had more input on those racy panties she kept tucked away in the dresser. Now he barely even noticed if she wore any or not because he was always quick to push them to the side and hammer away. He didn’t even glance except just to make sure he was aiming the right way.

Avery had loved when he’d returned home with underwear he’d chosen for her. She’d especially loved modelling them for him but those days were long past. She cruelly wondered if Simon would be more interested.

She sighed, dropping her forehead to rest in the edge of the desk. She didn’t want to admit that her marriage was in the rocks to a student who has too busy focusing on getting his dick wet to realize just how drastically this “relationship” could impact her life. Simon was like a vulture - circling around her and waiting for a sign until he could swoop in and snatch her up in his sharp claws. Admitting that her husband was an idiot and that she didn’t love him would only encourage Simon and invite trouble. She couldn’t let that happen, so she turned baleful green eyes over her shoulder.

“You don’t know shit about my marriage,” she snapped more than a bit defensively. “And if you know what’s good for you, you wouldn’t talk about my husband while you’re thinking of burying yourself balls deep inside me - like I want reminded what a whore I’m being, thank you very much.

“Not only that, but mine or my husband’s choice of lingerie are not your business. Now would yo—ohhhhhhh,” she moaned, voice breaking off and quaking in the silence of the room as Simon curled two fingers inside her moist canal and brushed across a spongy mass of tissue that caused her to see stars. She shivered there, train of thought lost completely in the wake of that slow burn starting to throb inside her.

Avery whimpered and shifted restlessly, humping her hips back and fucking herself on his fingers until she was a hot mess. Her knuckles wrapped around the edges of the desk and squeezed tightly, Avery’s breath rapid gasps of air and heavy pants.

Simon yanked her upright and covered her mouth with one large hand.

As much as she wanted to silence him and give him hell for what he was doing to her life, Avery couldn’t help but follow his directions into the abyss; she came, howling like a banshee. “Fuck, I’m gonna cu-cuuuummmm!!!”

Simon held her against his body and Avery tried her beat to collect herself.

There really was no stopping this, was there?

 

[saedo]

Dr. Jennings continued to lambast Simon, but her defensive tone made him suspicious. Was he right about his speculation? Or was he merely close enough to make her uneasy? Certainly she wasn't willing to be honest about it.

No matter. If he wanted an honest response out of her, he knew just what to do. His fingers curled inside of her and her verbal invective ended up in a sudden, uncontrollable moan.

"I think you're lying, Doc," he growled. "I think you like being reminded what you're doing is wrong. I think you get off on it."

Simon didn't let her have breath to respond again. His fingers had found the right mix of pressure, friction, and pace to drive her wild. He pushed her steadily towards the orgasm her body clearly craved. Her body ground against his hand as she sought relief in turn.

She screamed into the palm of his hand when it hit. He kept his hand clamped against her mouth as she cried out. Probably would have been heard halfway across the building if he hadn't.

In the aftermath, her body sagged against him. He supported her to keep her from slumping to the ground. Simon removed his fingers from her pussy to help him lower her to her desk. Dr. Jennings lay down prone across the papers she'd been grading, gasping for air.

When her her words started to return, there was at least some acknowledgement in her profane groand that she'd enjoyed herself. But he could hear her working back to her indignation at having been fondled against her will.

Ungrateful bitch. She knew the bargain she'd made and yet she still resisted it. Fine. He'd seen what worked with her.

By this time, his cock was throbbing in anticipation. He groaned with relief as he freed it from the cloth prison of his jeans.

Probably there was a gentlemanly way to do this. Jabbing somewhat blindly at her pussy with his swollen dick didn't seem particularly suave on his part. But then she could have helped guide him, so it wasn't like this awkwardness was all his fault.

Instead, he had to plant a hand in the center of her back to keep her prone against the desk. That left him only one free hand and his knee to keep her thighs spread as he aimed at her pussy.

 

[Cum_Inside]

She was boneless against the desk after her orgasm. She had no energy to move even if she wanted to. However when Simon’s fingers spread across the width of her back and she felt him drop his weight just a little as his knees bent and his other hand stroked along her wet slit until he probed a finger into her opening clumsily, Avery tensed. It was only a matter of seconds after that before his finger disappeared and something broader battered at her tiny cunt.

Avery began to struggle. She didn’t want anything to do with him fucking her right now because of her guilty feelings, but with his grip on her steady and firm, Avery had to admit defeat. Her body slumped even more solidly against the desk.

Her eyes bulged in shock when Simon’s cock suddenly split her open and he buried himself balls deep in one powerful thrust. His groan was loud in her ear but Avery’s mouth dropped in a silent scream. She had hoped subsequent fucks might become easier on her body but the enormous girth and length of him still cause pain to lance up her spine as she struggled to adjust.

She gurgled weakly, helplessly, as he drew his hips back and began to spear her slowly but deeply. Her ass jiggled at the pressure of his pelvis snapping against her bum.

It hurt, but it hurt so good.

Now that she’d had it, Avery wanted all her sex to feel this way.

She knew she would never get it with Allan.

Simon was the only man who had ever made her body sing like this. But Simon was only a boy — not a man at all. And certainly not her man, who was currently working to support their family as his wife played the role of a cheating bitch.

But for only a moment Avery wondered what it would be like to be Simon’s — to be his girl and get fucked by him whenever he chose and wear sexy lingerie for him and to...

No.

She couldn’t dare go there.

Simon was just a boy. He was nothing to her.

But as he growled lustful comments in her ear as he fucked her like he owned her, Avery wanted to be his.

That was the worst thing about it all. Finally, she admitted it to herself.

Simon was attractive and intelligent. Even though he had been a virgin prior to last weekend, Simon was a thorough lover who was always interested in learning more and taking Avery to the height of pleasure; learning what made her tick and not being too wrapped up in his own enjoyment. Simon touched her like he didn’t want her to break while simultaneously forcing her to submit. When he got rough with her... Avery’s thighs became slippery.

Simon’s dominating nature hidden behind his quiet affect made Avery soaked. She loved his hidden persona and that she could bring it out of him.

Avery wanted Simon. All of Simon.

Their coupling hadn’t been a mistake, but rather just a product of bad timing. Rather, it had been inevitable.

She wanted to be his nasty little slut - his attention made her feel sexier than ever.

But admitting that to him would only put her in a bad spot.

She’d have to admit her failed marriage. She’d have to admit that not only did she not love her husband anymore, but that she was crushing on a boy half her age; had been since she had noticed him at the beginning of the semester, so unassuming but bright. Her favourite student; her honour student. Because she did truly enjoy her time spent with Simon. She wanted more of it.

Avery wanted to leave her husband.

Maybe Simon was only a catalyst, but Avery wanted to leave her husband for another man. Likely if Simon had never come along she might never have developed the confidence to follow through on such a thing, but she knew it was the best for everyone involved. Still, Avery had no idea as to how to go about it.

For now she would keep her silence. Avery could not leave her husband until she had a better plan.

But as Simon hammered away at her sodden pussy, Avery humped her hips back and murmured, “yeah baby. Fuck your sweet little cunt; want you to fill me with cum. Fuck me Simon, please,” she asked pleadingly. She turned her head so she could look up into his eyes.

She puckered her lips at him invitingly, wondering what kind of image they must make.

Avery didn’t give a fuck.

Simon was hers - no way in hell could anyone stop her from pleasing her man.

 

[saedo]

Simon tried to power into her in one fell swoop, but was only partially successful. Dr. Jennings was still too tight for such speed. Her pussy fought his penetration the entire way. Simon managed to maintain forward momentum, but it was like trying to plunge Int molasses that first time.

Would it always be like this? Would he always be too big for her? Would she always struggle to accommodate him?

Perhaps more importantly, did it even matter? Simon could not deny that the way her damp, molten interior clutched at him was deliciously sinful. If she made him feel this good, did anything else matter?

His philosophical musings faded into the background as he focused on his own pleasure. He stroked into her with long, powerful strokes that pressed her hard against the desk. His pace accelerated as he found a rhythm that suited his needs.

Dr. Jennings protested mightily at first. Too big, too hard, too fast, too much. Simon ignored it all. He shifted his hand up to the back of her neck to keep her pinned down as he had his way with her.

Soon even she gave up any pretense of reluctance. She ceased struggling against his grip and moaned for more. She called out his name and begged him to fuck her.

Were they all like her? Dr. Jennings seemed like a strong woman, but her facade of reticence readily crumbled in a firm grasp. What if he'd shown similar disdain for Amanda's reluctance? Would she have succumbed so eagerly as well? Would all the Deltas? Or was Dr. Jennings unique in her submission?

Perhaps one day soon he would test such matters. For now, he has her. And he would take her as he wished.

The wooden desk creaked as he slammed her into it. Dr. Jennings continued to beg for his cum, so he saw no need to hold back. He pounded as deep into her as she could take until he came, flooding her with sticky seed.

 

[Cum_Inside]

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Ohhhhhhh fuck. Fuck yessss,” she whined as Simon’s hips battered away at her backside until he came.

The volume of his blisteringly hot jism inside her made her squirm in pleasure, wishing that she could take more. As it was, thick creamy sperm was already running down her thighs and soaking the floor under her desk in a large puddle.

Avery contented herself with fantasy.

She images what it would be like if Simon was her lover and not her husband - if Simon was to lean down over her back and announce he wanted to give her another child - to fill her so full of cum for the rest of her life she’d always be bred for him. The idea of that - Avery’s belly swollen with child from the balls of a beautiful man half her age was the thought that finally threw her over the edge, cunt clutching around him and beginning it’s own climactic dance.

Was it realistic? Hell no! Did the thought give her shivers regardless? Hell yes.

After Simon finished emptying his balls in her, he allowed her to raise upright by removing the pressure against the back of her spine.

Avery tottered onto feet that were frozen with pins and needles. She grasped weakly onto Simon’s sides as she tried to right herself.

Dr. Jennings raised up on her tiptoes, parting her mouth and shuttering her eyes as she waited for Simon’s kiss.

 

[saedo]

Dr. Jennings came a moment after him, eliciting a whole slew of un-ladylike noises from her. Her orgasm lasted awhile longer, too. Even after pumping a full load into her belly, she still lay across her desk wheezing and moaning.

Simon pulled out of her while she finished. A trickle of cum followed, joining the excess that had already leaked down her thighs. He was still producing far more than she could handle.

Finally she pushed herself off the desk. She continued to moan, rubbing her swollen abdomen. But despite her faint complaints about his cock being too big and his balls making too much cum, he could hear the enjoyment underlying it all.

This was only confirmed when she leaned against him and extended her mouth towards his. He grinned and gripped her neck just under the jawline to position her for his kiss. He locked lips with hers in a hard embrace and held on till they both had to break for air.

Simon then sat down in her leather chair. Partly he was a little tired after that hard fuck, but mostly he just wanted to irritate her by sitting in her chair. How dare she try to refuse him just because it was during office hours. Time to remind her who was really in the driver's seat.

He spread his legs and reclined to look up at her. "But now you left my cock all sticky." He pointed to the semi-flaccid shaft dangling over the lip of the chair; its surface glistened with his cum and her juices. "I want you to clean it up. With your tongue."

 

[Cum_Inside]

She eyed the the spot Simon’s heavy balls were soaking her leather seat with copious amounts of their love juices with disdain. Relaxing there so casually, Simon looked as if he belonged there. He looked as if he was the teacher and she was the student begging for a recalculation on her latest assignment.

Huh.

That thought made her cunt throb again.

There was the potential to live out many fantasies with Simon that Allan counted as silly or ridiculous.

Kneeling in front of him, Avery smoothed her hands up his thighs and reached reverently for his mammoth shaft.

There was no hesitation as she trailed her tongue down the length of him until she could rub it over his twin sacs and carefully, methodically slurp up every drop of her own honey and his thick sperm. Flicking her eyes up to meet his own fixated stare, Avery worked her way from the bottom to the top slowly, luxuriating in her treat.

Following her own resolution that she could definitely enjoy sex with Simon and pleasing him, Avery’s guilt melted away. She put in her best effort to make this blowjob good for him and didn’t shy away like she might have once. Now, her wet tongue slipped teasingly around the girth of him, tracing up the bulging veins taunting her just under silken steel flesh.

“I’m going to suck your cock and you’ll forget those silly little girls,” she commented breathily, referring to girls his own age. “Let me show you how a real woman pleases her man, baby.”

Capitalizing on her words, Avery’s full pouty lips closed around the bulbous head and her cheeks hollowed as she suckled.

 

[saedo]

Dr. Jennings made a great show of licking his cock. Her delicate pink tongue made long, languid strokes. She'd then smack her lips slightly as she tasted her juices and his cum.

She even licked his balls. Simon thought the big, fat orbs in their wrinkled sac rather ugly, but Dr. Jennings lavished them with her mouth as if they were sweet as candy. Even though he'd just filled her belly with his cum, his balls began to ache as if it had been a week since his last climax. "Damn, you're fucking good," he grunted.

She smiled up at him, her eyes half-closed with lust. "I’m going to suck your cock and you’ll forget those silly little girls."

Travis wasn't sure who she meant. It wasn't like there was anyone else. Sure, he looked. Dr. Jennings might be fucking gorgeous, but that didn't mean there weren't plenty of other luscious coeds to look at. And the good doctor probably could suck his cock better than any 19-year-old girl. Still didn't mean he wouldn't mind letting the rest of them take a turn.

But any thoughts of naked, eager teenage girls faded soon after Dr. Jennings enveloped him with her mouth. She inhaled him, taking him swiftly past her mouth and into her open throat. Sensing her intent, Simon clutched the armrests of the chair in a death grip as he willed his cock to complacency. Could she take even more of him this time?

Unfortunately, his willpower wasn't up to such a last minute resistance. Seeing Dr. Jennings' lustful eyes and her pink lips around his cock was too fucking awesome. His shaft engorged to full size before she could deep throat him further. Undaunted, she pulled back till she could breathe again and began systematically face-fucking his mammoth erection.

Simon leaned back in the chair and placed his hand atop her head. Even if she never managed to take a single inch more of his titanic cock, he didn't fucking care. "So. Fucking. Good, " he groaned.

Perhaps that would have been how this early evening would have ended. She would have teased and sucked his cock till he exploded. Maybe even have taken him again until his balls were dry. He'd certainly fantasized of such. Who knows.

Instead, he answered the phone. The landline on Dr. Jennings desk chirped softly and he glanced over. Probably a student trying to get a question in before the final minute of office hours passed. Simon almost closed his eyes and ignored it to focus on the sounds and sensations between his thighs.

But his brief sidelong glance spotted the LCD display on the desk phone as it identified the incoming call: Allan Jennings.

Simon's eyes flew open. It was Him! The Husband! A fleeting sense of panic surged through him till rationality reasserted itself. This guy wasn't just outside the door. He was just on the phone. Probably miles away with no idea what was going on in his wife's office. Totally clueless.

So why didn't Simon ignore it? Days later, he'd still have no definitive answer. His finger seemed to act of its own accord as it tapped the speakerphone button.

For several seconds, nothing happened. Then a man's voice sounded from the tinny speaker. "Hello? Avery? Did you pick up? Hello?"

Dr. Jennings' eyes went wide as she realized just what Simon had done. But Simon felt his cock surge in size as his lust reached new heights. His hand atop her head clamped down like a vice, refusing to let her retreat off his swelling manhood. Listening to her husband call her name while Simon had several inches of his mammoth cock buried in her throat was both terrifying and exhilarating. Simon wasn't going to let her interrupt this.

 

[Cum_Inside]

Horrified, she cast her eyes open to look up at Simon’s victorious expression. There was something devious in his own orbs as he looked down at Avery who could do nothing to fight against the way his heavy shaft split her lips and embedded itself in her throat. She tried to pull off but but large hand that curled the against the back of her skull gave her no leeway to do so.

She pleaded with her eyes.

But there was no remorse for what he’d done.

In retribution, Avery did not move at all - her previous gusto for sucking Simon’s cock had evaporated at the first grating sound of Allan’s voice against her eardrums. Any enjoyment she had once believed was to be found was gone with the stark reminder of her infidelitely.

“Avery? Baby? Are you there? Huh - that’s weird - oh well. Guess I’ll just leave a message then...”

But Avery could still hear his breathing in the background as he probably tried to puzzle out if his wife was on the other end of the line or not.

Simon’s hips rose off the chair in one mighty push. As much as Avery had refused to continue this blowjob come hell or highwater, it seemed that Simon didn’t rightly agree with that. He was clearly going to make her take it with her husband listening in the background despite her struggles.

This must be a breach of contract she thought desperately. Like hell I’m letting him away with this! I’ll show you who is in charge here you ballsy little boy - you’re fucking with the wrong woman, now!

The indignance must have been clear in her face because Simon’s mocking smile grew into something that seemed just a bit more sinister to Avery’s admittedly more dramatic trail of thoughts. His eyes seemed to laugh in her face and scream: try me, bitch .

But that couldn’t be right.

Could it?

Every day she was learning more and more about Simon’s personality that startled her and chilled her to the bone - this boy wasn’t who she thought he was. It was clear she might have bitten off more than she could chew.

 

[saedo]

Dr. Jennings looked pissed. That only aroused Simon more. Seeing this beauty upset and yet helpless was just about as satisfying as seeing her adoration for him.

Consequently, her efforts to resist pleasuring him did not dissuade him in the slightest. He responded by gripping her head firmly and pushing down on his cock. "Take it!" he mouthed, trying not to give his presence away.

"Did you delete the outgoing message?" the voice continued on the speakerphone. Clearly the husband was both confused and annoyed.

"Yeah, fuck that guy!" Simon mouthed silently as he jabbed his cock into the professor's mouth, going as deep as her uncooperative throat allowed. That stupid asshole was getting cheated on as he spoke. Stupid motherfucker probably deserved it.

"Fine, guess I'll leave a message just in case," the husband huffed. "Its my turn for the company box seats at the symphony next Friday. Bach or Brahms . . . something with a B. Anyway, I don't know if my flight gets back in time, so I'll leave it up to you what to do with the tickets. You can ask the Maxwells like last time if you want. Or take Pam and Lauren and do a girls night. Up to you. Anyway, see you at home."

The phone clicked off, replaces by a dial tone. Simon turned off the speaker and grinned down at Dr. Jennings. "Oh, did you want to talk? Guess I couldn't hear you with your mouth full!"

He pushed her the extra few millimeters forward till the bulge in her upper throat was limiting her airway. He held her there on the edge of choking just to see her eyes widen. He let her slide back just long enough to gasp.

"Maybe next time you should tell him how much you love my cock." Simon forced her down again, once again reducing her to wheezes through her nose for several seconds.

 

[Cum_Inside]

He continued that pattern of fucking her throat and disengaging for a while, only ever pulling her off long enough to suck in a frenzied mouthful of air before he was stuffing her mouth full again. Her tirade of thoughts appeared never-ending, a barrage of anger, frustration, helplessness and fear. This “relationship” had went further than she had ever imagined it might when she first fantasized about fucking and fleeing from Simon’s grasp.

Now, Avery realized his claws were wrapped around her heart and he had all the power to just contract his fist and send her world crashing down around her as he unravelled her life piece by piece. She was helpless to stop him. And angry that he’d even imagined that he had any right to step all over her and spit upon the relationship she had once fought to nurture between herself and her husband. But mostly, Avery was mad that she’d ever allowed this in the first place.

What was that old idiom? Give him an inch and he’ll take a mile?

Yeah. Avery was well and truly drowning in the wake of her decision to ever invite Simon to touch her.

He’d definitely overstepped by his risky impulse decision to put Allan on speaker while this teenage boy fed his own selfish desires just on the other side of the line. Simon didn’t seem to care that this could have serious repercussions on Avery; every day he seemed to push the envelope just that much farther.

Regardless, as much as she struggled, Simon was not letting her up until he’d had his fill of her hot, wet, tiny mouth wrapped around the succulent shaft pulsating against the constriction of her throat.

She considered Allan’s words while she sucked, trying to find some kind of emotional indifference to the current events, thinking of what she might do with the tickets. True enough - she could take the Maxwells or she might invite a friend, but she had every intention of keeping her personal life as far from Simon as she could. She never wanted him to know where she was outside their required meetings or office/class hours only because she didn’t want to give him the chance to jeopardize her reputation by making a fool of herself in public.

It wasn’t an invitation for him to join her, but Avery knew the wheels in Simon’s head were turning even as his dark eyes continued to fixate on the voluptuous vixen vulnerable between his knees.

It spelled trouble.

Avery glared right back at him.

 

[saedo]

Avery reluctantly resumed her efforts after the phone call ended. Her entire demeanor has changed, though. From the look in her eyes to the way she touched his cock, everything was reticent now. Clearly being reminded that she was married and therefore cheating on her husband was not something the professor liked.

Simon couldn't fathom her reticence. (Granted, this was the closest thing to a long term relationship he'd ever experienced, but his naivete didn't stop him from making such assumptions.) She wore a ring on her finger every time she fucked him. She went home to this Alan every day. It seemed a pretty difficult reality to ignore in the first place, yet she'd eagerly stuffed herself with his cock each time. Seemed like cheating on her husband wasn't a big deal beforehand, so why should it be such a buzz kill now?

No matter. Simon wasn't about to let her sudden change of heart interfere with his pleasure. He kept the pressure on her head and tried to force his cock deeper into her throat.

But her lack of enthusiasm has clearly diminished her throat's capacity. Or maybe he was just too thick now. Either way, he was only able to go about half as far before her throat closed around him and she began to struggle for air.

"You're not going as deep as last time," he grunted. "Fucking take it!" Bu I his words amounted to naught. By the time he was close to exploding, his swelling cock could barely fit into her throat at all.

When he did let loose, she managed to take the first few thick jets. But once again, cum was soon spilling out around the edges of her lips around his cock and dribbling down her chin . When he finally released his grip so she could slide off him, a puddle of cum had formed on the floor below.

Simon let her recover for a moment before speaking. "So what's this concert thing you're going to?"

 

[Cum_Inside]

Avery collapsed into a heap between Simon's knees, coughing and gagging on the cum that had coated every surface of her windpipe. It was thick and creamy as it slid down her throat and into her belly. Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and smearing her lipstick all over her cheek, Avery flicked her green eyes up to meet Simon's, who was beaming down at her like the cat that had caught the canary.

Avery frowned and pushed herself onto her knees and attempted to climb onto her feet but her legs were shaky from being curled under her for so long and she was still weak from the lack of air she'd gotten while Simon force fed her his cock in long strokes.

Still, she turned her back to him and clutched onto the edge of her desk with a white-knuckled grip to support her weight. She bowed her head and a few strands of dark hair fluttered to rest against her cheeks where it had escaped her tightly woven braids as Simon had ploughed her mouth and sowed his seed into the deep recesses of her body.

She needed an excuse to get out of talking about this with him - she did not want him to overstep this tenuous line they had drawn in the sand and allow him to begin to think that he had any control over her social interactions in any way, shape or form; what she did outside of school hours or this obligation to him was not for him to know.

Simon did not need to know where she was at all times. Simon was not her husband, even if she had woken up to soiled panties in the past dreaming of this boy holding her down and filling her in the darkness of their shared life. But alas, Simon was only a student. And what a wretched man he was turning out to be! It seemed as though he planned to interject himself in her life more and more. Avery had best put a stop to this before he began to take any more liberties with her.

She shrugged coolly, her back still to him as she rearranged her clothes and grimaced at the spreading pool of cum on the floor, puddling under her feet. This office was going to need one hell of a deep cleaning any day now if he intended to make this ambush a regular occurrence.

Quietly, she began to talk.

"Allan and I were going to the symphony gala on Friday. I'll now be inviting the Maxwells as he has just suggested. Scott and his wife Mila are good friends with my husband and I and they seem to quite enjoy the performances even if it is more to Allan's taste than mine. Still, I suppose it is one way to fill the time so I shouldn't complain - at least I get to socialize and spend some time out of the house. Regardless, I'm sure you have much better things to do than to hear about some old woman showing her age so clearly with symphony tickets; you'll probably be too busy picking up some young college freshie to worry about what I'll be up to," Avery dismissed.

 

[saedo]

Simon leaned back in her chair as she coughed and sputtered on her knees. Sometimes he hungeted for this beauty as if they might be in love. But other times he felt something like contempt for her.

Dr. Jennings eventually rose shakily to avoid the slowly spreading puddle of cum on the floor. Simon's cock draped over the edge of the chair and dripped out the thick jism she'd failed to swallow. Even more than last time, despite her purported skills.

Simon has been curious about the box seats. Those cost a bunch, he knew. He'd hoped for a baseball game, but apparently this was for music. And not even anything current. Classical music, of all things. What a bore.

He almost tuned her out, but the way she responded was curious. Everything about her tone suggested that he shouldn't take any interest in it. No, not just suggested. Almost screamed.

Simon sat up straighter. Perhaps it was a sign of immaturity to resist instruction. Or maybe he was tired of bring treated like a child. But her clear efforts to get him not to look closer only made him the more determined.

"So you're going to have a box seat, only your husband won't be there. So he suggests you take some other married couple or maybe go with friends." Simon thought a moment. "Friends."

He rose to his feet so he'd have the height advantage again. "Friends," he repeated. "We're friends, aren't we, Dr. Jennings?" A hungry smile crossed his lips. "Friends with certain . . . benefits."

Simon took a step closer to her. Her eyes flicked between his steely gaze and his exposed cock still dangling freely. "Yes, I think I would like that. You and me in public, enjoying the music. I've even got a nice suit I can wear. And I bet you've got plenty of fancy dresses " He licked his lips at the idea of Dr. Jennings in something black and slinky rather than her demure professor attire.

" That sounds like an excellent idea, Dr. Jennings," he declared with a nod. "No need for you to go alone to the symphony. I'll be your plus one." He grinned again. "Oh, but feel free to bring your girlfriends, too. If they're hot like you."

Simon began stowing his genitals away. The very thought was beginning to turn him on, but he didn't have time to go again. Besides, he did not want to give her time to come up with a reason not to do it. "Just let me know whether I should pick you up or meet you at the show. You can shoot me the details." Simon headed for her office door and waved at her. "See you soon, Dr. Jennings."

 

[Cum_Inside]

Before she could even find the words to argue against him, Simon was gone as though he had never been there in the first place. The only proof of his visit was her desk in complete disarray with her papers scattered everywhere and a thick puddle of splooge cooling under her feet. Placing both hands on the edge of the desk, Avery bowed her head between them and rested her forehead against the shiny veneer of solid wood.

"You dumb little tart," she hissed at herself. "Why the fuck did you even indulge him? This has to stop!"

But no one was around to hear her tirade as she cursed her own stupidity in the silence of her office, and even as she did so her heart was pounding with excitement like it always did when he touched her.

Taking a few calming breaths, Avery straightened up once more. She had an office to clean up before she could head home. It didn't take long and before she knew it after one quick shower, Avery was pulling into the drive of their split-level home and tiredly greeting her family.

Brody was excited to see her, grinning a too-wide, toothy smile complete with a milk mustache at her from the couch where he sat watching his favourite program and eating some pasta leftover from dinner at her mom's yesterday evening. She curled a hand gently around the back of his skull and pressed a kiss to his chubby cheek in greeting before he turned back to the cartoon and Avery moved deeper into the house to see what Allan was up to.

Tonight was his last evening here before he went off on his business trip and only God knew when he would return. She tried not to roll her eyes as she leaned on the doorframe to their master bedroom while Allan scurried around the room making a valiant but ultimately failed attempt at packing.

Honestly - what would he do without her? He was as helpless as a newborn baby.

Her smaller manicured fingers tugged the briefs out of his hands and folded them neatly into the corner of his suitcase, gently bumping him out of the way.

"Oh thank heavens," he muttered, settling next to her on the bed and watching as his wife took over. Ten minutes later, Avery zipped the closure shut definitively. She had a look of accomplishment on her face.

Allan was babbling but truthfully Avery had been tuning him out a little. As he caught her with a petulant glance, she turned innocent green eyes onto his in confusion.

"Huh? I'm sorry - I guess I spaced out. What were you saying?" She asked.

"I was just wondering if something happened at work. You always answer the phone and you were there so late this evening. Is everything okay?"

Avery's face registered shock for a mere moment before it resettled into something a bit more neutral. Of course Allan would ask about having to leave a voicemail, but to hear true concern in his voice? It had been so long since he had bothered to ask how she was or put forth any kind of interest in her life outside their shared responsibilities.

She smiled softly.

So the man she loved was still in there somewhere.

But it also made her gut clench in agony at the same time.

This man loved her. She loved him. But she'd still cheated on him not once, not twice, but a few times now. She'd enjoyed sex with another man. She was a vicious harlot and deserved all the pain in the world for what she had done to Allan.

She had to put a stop to her relations with Simon immediately (even if part of her screamed that she didn't want that at all).

Firming her resolve, Avery stepped closer to the bed and in between Allan's splayed knees. With her hands clasping his cheeks, she bent and kissed him sweetly. It was likely the first time they'd shown affection to each other just for the heck of it in months. He met her mouth happily, tongue swiping across her lips wetly.

A soft sigh escaped her and she couldn't help but whisper, "I love you, Allan. I'm sorry - I had a student in my office who needed some extra help. I couldn't just kick them out so we finished the chapter and before I realized it was after hours. I'm sorry I missed your message. I'll probably take Miranda with me to the show Friday, so don't worry about that. You just work on making your trip as great as it can be, okay?"

The guilty twinge her words about a student needing "extra help" invoked only lasted a few seconds.

Allan rested his hands on her curvy waistline, breathing in the scent of his wife's perfume.

"I know baby. It's okay - You've just never not answered before and I worried about you. It's over now. How about we..." his voice dropped suddenly into a deeper timbre before he continued, "get Brody to bed and then I'll spend the rest of the night showing you just how much I'll miss you?"

Avery swallowed her anxiety that there might be some sign of Simon's hands or body still left on hers even after she'd showered at the office before returning home; if she turned down sex with her husband now there would definitely be questions. But then... something still felt off about all this as he smoothed those hands up and down her sides in an attempt to get her gears going.

Instead, she smiled brightly (fakely) before methodically, slowly, tucking Brody in for the night and then she returned to their bedroom to find Allan reclining against the pillows with his shaft in the air, one hand holding it up while simultaneously stroking.

"C'mere baby, Daddy is in need of some loving. How about a joyride?"

Avery bit back her immediate reaction to send an acerbic response his way. How immature of a comment was that, after all? Simon didn't even speak like that and he was more the typical audience she might expect that from. It was a shame that a teenage stud had more common sense on how not to break the mood than the man who literally knew her inside and out.

Still, as she shed her clothes and climbed into Allan's lap, Avery rested her chin on the top of his as she felt herself accept his cock inside her cunt and began to move in small little rocks and rolls of her hips. Allan grunted, his grip on her sides almost painful in intensity as his head lolled back against the headboard and he began to utter explicit commentary.

Avery's eyes were blankly focused on one small paint chip while she fucked her husband (because as soon as the sentiment of "love" had returned to her, it was gone just as quickly). It was apparent now his care for her wellbeing had only been a product of his lust and desperation to blow his load before he left town. Allan didn't care at all.

Or maybe he did - but one thing was for sure: he certainly didn't care about her, just the facade of happiness that was their marriage and the sex that naturally came with. And as Avery continued to ride him, she glanced down at his shuttered expression and all she saw was young, powerful teenage muscle flexing underneath her as Simon speared her open and forced her to accept all of him. Unlike Simon, she couldn't deny that the way Allan fit inside her was lackluster, leaving her feeling less than full and was nothing like the delicious stretch she always felt with Simon's voluptuous dick inside her various orifices.

This time, when Avery leaned down to meet Allan's mouth and whisper "I love you" she did not see Allan at all.

Avery saw Simon.

She saw the life she could have with him. She saw the passionate way they made love. She saw excitement and promise. But mostly she felt like she could fall in love with a man like that.

And that scared her.

Avery moaned in desperation but couldn't deny the shock of wetness between her thighs at her fantasy. Allan never had to know the truth. Her breath began to come in shaper pants as the thought of Simon owning her body in this bed took flight and became all she could think about. Her voice was tremulous but firm when she begged, "fuck me. Come on, fuck me, baby. Make me yours. Take it from me. All of me belongs to you!"

 

[saedo]

His wife's sudden shift in enthusiasm caught Alan off guard for a few heartbeats. The ardor in the marriage had unquestionably cooled since the birth of their son, though admittedly it'd been headed towards lukewarm even before that.

Still, it hadn't interfered with his needs much. Avery might be sigh about being tired or not in the mood, but she rarely outright refused when he suggested sex. Some of his friends regularly complained that th*eir wives turned them down all the time, so Alan counted himself fortunate. True, Avery might not be very enthusiastic as he pumped into her and probably was faking some of her orgasms, but did it really matter? As long as he got his rocks off, he was happy.

Still, he was thrilled when Avery climbed atop him and began to urge him onward. His wife occasionally showed glimpses of the way things had been back when they'd first started sleeping together. He'd learned not to question it too much.

Admittedly, Avery had been slightly different recently. Several nights ago, she'd kept urging to go harder and harder, till he was sure it must be uncomfortable for her. That had never been a thing for her before that he could recall.

And then that Sunday, he had walked in on her fingering herself. He'd assumed she must do that kind of thing, but he'd never seen it. Maybe she only did it in the shower or when he wasn't at home. But whatever fantasy was driving her, she'd been so into it she never even noticed he was there. Afterwards, he cajoled her into finishing him off because he was hard as a rock from watching her. (Granted, it was only a hand job, but as long as he got satisfaction, he was fine.)

Alan tried to join with her sudden shift in mood. As Avery ground atop him, Alan tried to lift his hips against hers. "Come on, baby. Fuck your Daddy! Fuck your Daddy!" Alan's urging ended with a groan; even after childbirth, she was still so tight. He managed to make it almost 15 seconds before his cock twitched and spurted inside her.

 

[Cum_Inside]

Avery had only just encapsulated her heavy breasts in her small hands to fondle them as she rode when Allan tensed underneath her and began a litany of dirty proclamations and curses that told her he was orgasming inside her.

Avery paused.

She couldn't even feel the miniscule blast of his semen in her pussy. It wasn't like with Simon where every spurt felt like a rocket going off; intense heat battering at the opening to her womb and leaving her bloated with the immense volume sloshing around in her uterus. Avery couldn't hide the disappointment on her face.

She bowed her head against Allan's shoulder and reached down to flick at her clit while she thought of her young lover, imagining how well he would fuck her. There would be no disappointment if Simon were here with her now. Ignoring Allan as he panted underneath her, Avery came to a loud whining climax as she visualized (and remembered) the sturdy way Simon would manhandle her and pound her until he was satisfied.

"Oh fuck baby," she moaned, biting down on her tongue at the last minute to keep from saying his name. The blood coated her mouth and provided a stark reminder that this marriage wasn't working and she needed to get out of it if muffling her ardor for another man left her bruised and bloody. Shakily, she pushed herself back into a sitting position and carefully climbed off.

Avery trotted into the bathroom and grabbed a washcloth to clean herself and like any good wife she grabbed one for Allan, too. She tossed it to him from the doorway and closed and locked the door behind herself. Leaning on the counter and looking into the mirror, Avery let herself acknowledge what had been blooming beneath the surface for a long time; something she had kept tightly under wraps and denied for ages now.

She remembered the first day she saw him in class. He had appeared nervous, slumped back in his seat with his knees spread and a pen in his mouth nibbling on the end, casting quick glances up at her but never meeting her eyes. He had been so beautiful even then. Avery had been curious about that boy, watching as he slowly opened up and became more comfortable in her lectures. He still listened attentively but lately his eyes were more focused and sharp as they settled on her, watching her like a hawk as she moved about the floor. His classwork had been exemplary. The first time she'd graded one of his papers she had been smiling like a loon by the time she finished; it was a refreshing perspective on the class material and so well-written that she'd struggled to find anything to critique him on.

Then, the first time he visited her in her office up until now. Fuck, but his confidence and clear dominance made her so wet. It had taken him a while but now Simon was audacious with his desire for her and he made it clear she was his. Thinking of Simon made her tremble in need for him. She wanted to be his.

She wanted it more than she'd wanted anything in recent history.

And as she stared in the mirror in light of her confession to herself, Avery had a stunning realization come over her as well.

This was not lust.

Of course she wanted his body and desired him physically. But Avery adored the small reaches of his mind that she'd gotten to see so far as well. The sight of him made her panties saturated, but it also made her smile. Thinking about his next assignment or test excited her because Simon challenged her to exercise her brain as well. He fired her up and didn't just stimulate her body any longer. She wanted to be a better woman for him. She wanted to provide him with continued education so that he could one day provide the greater public with a well rounded perspective in his chosen field and be a valuable resource to those seeking to learn from him (because she had no doubt he had so much to offer).

Avery wanted to be his woman. She was jealous at the thought of him with another girl. She would do anything to prevent that and keep his interest.

Avery was falling in love with Simon.

She didn't even know him, but somehow Avery knew that she wanted to.

Fuck she whispered quietly, green eyes blinking back at her from the mirror. The realization didn't come with a horrified feeling of panic, either. Avery felt calm and sure of herself for the first time in months. Avery wanted to explore where it might go and so help her if that was wrong but she was not going to stop whatever this could be. It might be nothing; it might only be fun for Simon and would never be anything serious. But for Avery, it was the official ending to her marriage.

She peeked out into the darkened bedroom and noted that Allan was snoring away. Tiptoeing over to the nightstand, Avery grabbed her phone and snuck back into the bathroom. She planned on slipping into the tub for a bit, but before she did, Avery had something she wanted to do.

Clumsily, Avery snapped a few pictures of her naked body in the mirror. She tried several different poses before she found one she was happy with and before she could talk herself out of it, she sent it as a text to Simon. Her heart was pounding out of her chest and she was jittery as she paced back and forth in front of the tub while it was filling with hot water.

Unable to just leave it at that, Avery felt like she had to say something to explain herself. Somehow she needed Simon to know just what her change of heart was about. She didn't want him to know that she suspected she was learning to love him, but she thought it was important he be clear on his position in her life because he was overturning everything she had worked so hard to build with little effort at all.

And she liked it.

Simon made her feel so sexy, so naughty, and so unbelievably beautiful. He empowered her and made her feel like she was worth something again. How long had it been?

So Avery settled for texting a message that left little room for misinterpretation: fucked my husband wishing it was you, baby. Want to feel your hands all over my body as you fuck me stupid and give me all your cum. God Simon, he can't make me feel like you do.

All yours, Avery

It was maybe a little randy but she figured he might respond well to it. It would definitely show him how serious she was about this relationship now.

Avery meant what she had said.

All of her was Simon's now.

 

[saedo]

Simon found that the one downside to an encounter with Dr. Jennings was that everything else in his life was so lousy. Well, not necessarily lousy. But definitely dull and boring.

Though he could easily have kept going for quite some time, he'd left her office after her family life intruded. It was tempting to see Dr. Jennings as just a hot piece of ass and nothing more. Hell, if you took away that intelligent look in her eye, she could pass for a twenty-something porn star. But she was a thirty-something professor and wife and mother. Really, if anyone was just a piece of ass, it was Simon. Dr. Idris had an actual life to go home to.

Simon had instead gone to campus dining hall for dinner and then back to his dorm. While he completed homework, his roommate Thomas prepped for a night out. Unlike Simon, he had a girlfriend and a social life.

"Probably staying at Gwen's tonight. You can have the whole room to be a study nerd in, buddy," Thomas taunted as he adjusted his hair. "Unless you want to come with. You know Gwen's been trying to set up her friend."

Simon rolled his eyes. "Yeah, but I've met Jasmine, remember? Girl's about as friendly as a cactus. No thanks."

"Don't you like a little challenge?" Thomas replied. "Besides, at least it'd be interesting. Better than studying, at least. But suit yourself." Thomas pointed a finger-gun at Simon. "Later, gator." He swept out the dorm room door and let it slam behind him.

Simon grumbled. Thomas was probably right. He might ought to get out there again. Certainly he probably would have been desperate enough already were it not for Dr. Jennings. But how far was that likely to go? After their dark bargain ended, she'd be back with her family again. Maybe he should consider other options. Even Rita, God help him.

The hours crept past at a snail's pace. Campus was probably deserted by now while everyone went out and partied. Meanwhile he was in his room studying. Pathetic.

Finally he pushed the books aside and rubbed his eyes. Enough was enough. He couldn't absorb one more fact. Time for a break.

He flipped on Netflix and found something he hadn't seen yet. Just as he was debating whether to order a pizza, his phone buzzed. Text message.

He flipped it over, expecting to see something from Thomas. His eyes lit up as he realized it was a message from Dr. Jennings.

And not just any message. She talked about hungering for his cum! And the attached photo was even racier still. Standing in front of a bathroom sink, she'd snapped a selfie of her naked body from the side. Her rounded hip blocked a direct view of her pussy and her free arm one of her nipples, but even the lack of complete nudity was fucking hot.

Simon whipped out his hardening cock and reached into the drawer where he kept his lube. Normally he had to masturbate in the shower for privacy, but Thomas wouldn't be back till daylight. He began coating up the throbbing shaft while staring at the sexy photo of Dr. Jennings. Maybe tonight wouldn't be quite so dull after all.

But as he started to close in on his climax, a thought inserted itself into his consciousness. Thomas was gone all night. Dr. Jennings just sent him a naked photo and told him she was aching for him. Simon stopped stroking himself. This was an opportunity.

He went through several rough drafts of a reply. Then he subjected himself to two minutes of an ice cold shower till his erection faded. Sending her a dick pic of him fully aroused struck him as too aggressive. Instead, he waited till his cock was a dangling heavily between his thighs to take a photo.

"This could be hard and throbbing if only you were here. Roommate gone till morning. Baxter Hall, Room 416."

Simon sat back and released the breath he'd been holding while typing the text. It was done. Now he could only wait.

 

[Cum_Inside]

Avery wrapped herself in her silken lavender chemise and prepared to crawl into bed next to her husband. She had not received any response from Simon during her soak in the tub and Avery had spent the entire time wondering just where he was and what he was up to. Was he with some other floozy right now? Would she be able to live up to Avery's high standards for the boy she was quickly falling in love with?

Nobody would be good enough for Simon.

He only deserved the best and some idiotic little freshman who would tuck tail and run at the sight of the gift between his thighs instead of accepting that monster inside was not worth one second of his time. They couldn't please him like Avery could. She would let Simon use her body until he was fully satisfied whether that meant rearranging her internal organs, again and again, to fully admit him into the space he belonged.

Avery felt the jealousy simmering in her blood as she thought about him with someone else. She couldn't let that happen. She would play it cool because she was a highly educated woman with a family and social life all her own, but Avery was becoming desperate to please her young stallion and keep his interest despite her denial. No man had pleased her so thoroughly as he had without even really trying. And something about the way he forced the barriers between them down until she knelt so prettily at his feet, manipulation or not made her cunt throb. She could never tell him, but she loved the power and control he had over her life even if she should be appalled that he was manipulating her and fucking her around mentally as well.

Avery released a heavy sigh and reached for the cover of the comforter in order to turn it down and climb in just as her phone vibrated in her other hand.

Whipping it up to look at the screen, teeth caught on her lower lip as she saw Simon's name flash across the screen. She checked the text message and almost lost her balance in awe; there it was! The best cock she had ever had. Even though it hurt when he boned her because he was so large, Avery couldn't help but drool at the sight of the soft organ resting between his toned thighs. Fuck, but she wanted it.

Then she read his message several times to make sure she wasn't misunderstanding.

An address. And a clear message: come get it.

A message from her man. Because that's what Simon was. Allan was no man - he was a spineless fool that did what he was told and never bothered to offer anyone any regard. But Simon was clearly a man and he was learning to take what he wanted. Every time he made a command of Avery it struck her like a sucker punch in the gut. He was the man in her life whether he knew that or not.

Shakily, Avery texted give me 20, baby.

Allan was sleeping like a log. He would not wake until about six when he needed to start getting ready for work. As long as Avery was home before then... It was only just after 11 now. She had plenty of time.

******

Standing outside his dorm room nervously, Avery hesitated with her hand raised about to knock. She had checked the room number three times to make sure she got it correct and then spent another two minutes shifting from foot to foot outside wondering if she was crazy enough to go through with this. If she did it marked a change in their relationship; it meant that Avery was not reluctant in this at all. It meant that she chose to leave her husband's bed in the middle of the night and climb into her teenage lover's instead.

She hadn't bothered with makeup. Avery had shimmied into a pair of jeans and a tshirt pretty quickly and left the house with her wet hair curled into a messy bun on top of her head. She was in urgent need to see Simon tonight even though she had seen him not that long ago. Just before she got out of the car she'd applied a light sheen of strawberry lip gloss but her anxious lip chewing meant that she'd already cleansed her mouth of the light sheen of flavour.

With purpose, Avery finally rapped gently against the door.

As soon as Simon opened it she threw herself into his arms and stretched up on her tiptoes to press her mouth against his. This time her sigh was happy as she murmured "hi, handsome," against his slightly parted mouth, her hands raising to clasp onto his shoulders for balance. Gosh, but he was so tall. He completely dwarfed her tiny height and she loved it. He might be lean, but he still had the capability to completely manhandle her.

Avery felt something like happiness bursting inside her for the first time in a long time in relation to being in a man's arms. It felt comfortable and safe even if Simon was pushing her boundaries further every day and manipulating her into giving up her freedom. Avery liked being under his thumb.

It felt like coming home.

 

[saedo]

Simon wasn't entirely sure he should believe Dr. Jennings' response. He thought she'd only meant to tease him for their next encounter. He'd only intended to tease her back. If she'd just been in bed with her husband, she surely wasn't going to sneak out in the middle of the night. Not on her own husband. And kid.

But just before a half hour mark, there was a knock at the door. Simon glanced through the peephole and spotted a diminutive figure wearing a baseball cap pulled low over the face. Judging by the hunched shoulders, the individual was clearly trying not attract attention. As a professor on campus, she probably did feel a bit out of place in the undergrad dorms.

Unfortunately, avoiding notice would be unlikely given the massive swells dominating her torso. The plain white T-shirt could do little to conceal the size of Dr. Jennings' tits. Of course, any passersby might have been too distracted by the huge orbs to even notice her face, so perhaps her "disguise" was effective. And given her conservative teaching attire, Simon was probably the only one on campus who might recognize her by her shapely outline alone.

He opened the door and she rushed inside. Barely had the door shut when she climbed up on her toes to kiss him. Apparently she had thoroughly abandoned her prior ban on making out. He backed her up against the closed door and proceeded to give as well as she got.

Simon pushed away after a few minutes, holding her against the door. "Your text said you wanted all my cum. You mean it?"

Dr. Jennings' eyes glanced toward his crotch and the bulge lurking beneath his jeans. Her eyes returned tho his.

"Fine. Then tonight you're going to prove it."

Simon stepped away. The dorm room was sparsely furnished. One short wall was dominated by a built-in metal shelves and desks. He and Thomas had bunked the two beds for more floor space, leaving room for a beat-up recliner that he'd found at a second-hand store. Thomas had contributed a rustic coffee table that he'd built out of scrap lumber. It wasn't pretty, but it could support the weight of half a dozen freshmen with nary a creak. Thomas had also given about a dozen coats of varnish, so the surface was impervious to water and completely smooth. A lone mini-fridge also served as the stand for the LCD TV.

Simon cleared today's campus newspaper and a couple of old magazines off the table. He then pivoted to Dr. Jennings and gripped her jeans at her tiny waist. It took only a moderate effort to lift her bodily into the air and set her feet atop the table.

"Show me how eager you are to see me," Simon instructed. He took a seat on the lower bunk bed putting his head at level with her thighs. In the cramped dorm room, she was barely arms' length from him. Front row seat.

 

[Cum_Inside]

Simon had on a loose pair of basketball shorts that did nothing to hide the snake sneaking down the right leg of them and another cotton t-shirt. It felt a bit dangerous that she had abandoned her family to visit this boy in his dorm in order to get dicked because she was entering the lion's den. She had no safety net here in case things went south but she felt that she didn't need them. Simon wouldn't hurt her.

As his mouth and bore body her back into the door, hers fell open even more and Avery surrendered herself to him. She let him kiss her passionately and deeply, tongue curling and dancing around his as Simon's wiry frame pressed her into the heavy wooden door. Like this, she could feel every inch of thick muscle and every inch of... well, that trouser snake of his. Avery thirsted. She imagined always greeting him this way and the thought made her pussy quake and gush. She wanted to be able to kiss him like this in public and introduce him as her boyfriend. She wanted the world to see how fevered he made her and how much she wanted to be his.

Bue she couldn't. Even as much as she was addicted to him already she couldn't forget that she had a husband and child at home. She could not do any of those things because her family would be broken and as much as she didn't care about Allan anymore, Brody was a different story. So Avery would just do her best to show Simon how much she wanted to satisfy him here in the privacy of his dorm.

When he lifted her onto the table and sat back to watch, Avery was reminded of their night in the hotel room. Even as clumsy and unsure as Simon had been the sex had been phenomenal. But this time around it would be even better because there was no aspect of reticence in Avery at all.

Avery slowly spun away from him on the coffee table and wiggled her enormous bubble butt in his face as she peaked back over her shoulder. She'd put on a great show for him while he let her away with it, despite being so hot for him at the moment. At this angle, bent almost in half as she was with her hands sliding down the length of her calves, Simon could most definitely see the spreading wetness on the seat of her jeans. The car seat was likely still soaked with arousal at the naughty thought of just where on earth she was going in the middle of the night.

She pivoted back to face him and began to undulate her body painstakingly slow to a rhythm only she could hear as her hips twisted this way and that and she teased him with quick flashes of the pale skin of her belly. Eventually, with her breasts heaving and bouncing against her chest (she had foregone any underwear), Avery pulled the top over her head in one smooth motion and revealed her nude upper half.

She pinched and pulled at her nipples until they were stiffened pink peaks and pressed her gigantic tits together. The weight of them was quite hefty and after holding them in her tiny hands for a few seconds Avery let them fall, flesh jiggling and bouncing like basketballs as they settled against her bosom once more. Fingering the button of her jeans, Avery raised her eyes to meet Simon's. Since that one smoky glance over her shoulder she had been focused on her own dance but now Avery was gaining in confidence as she performed for him and needed to see the look on his face.

She was struck breathless at the fire she saw there as he watched her inscrutably, hands curled in the sheets underneath him with a white-knuckled grip.

This show was over.

Avery shucked her jeans, carefully pulling them from one leg and then the other. Her pussy juice coated the inside of her thighs liberally and shone in the terrible fluorescent lighting in this cramped dorm room. Her quim was trembling in excitement. Audaciously, Avery stepped up to the edge of the table and raised her foot until her painted toes pressed against his abdominals (which were now on display since he had been generous enough to remove his shirt for her, at least). Her diminutive foot slid up his torso until her toes curled over the strong cropping of bone at his shoulder and Avery powered forward until her knee hooked there too, pulling him into her body with her heel digging into his back and the grip of her knee over his shoulder blade.

Simon came willingly, for Avery knew she could never make him do anything he did not want to.

He came until his face was mere centimetres away from her pussy, the pungent smell of her arousal smacking him clear in the face. He could not deny that (t)his woman wanted him from the heady smell of her musk and the clear juice seeping down her leg like a faucet, but Avery still planned to reinforce that fact with him.

She smiled gently, lighting up her face in a way he probably had never seen her do. Even in lectures she did not get this exuberant over any of the material or any of the personal stories she told to further drive home the material.

This was Avery. So relaxed and happy. Eager for whatever the night might bring. Eager to be here.

"I'm so eager, Simon. Can you see it? Can you smell it? It's all for you. Your pretty little whore soaked her pants on the way over because she was too excited to see her man and make sure that he is satisfied in a way no stupid little freshie cunt ever could," Avery whispered. It was only after she'd said it that she wondered if she should take it back -- Simon was NOT her man even if she wanted him to be. She had decided to keep her affection for him under wraps but in her excitement to be here acting like such a naughty vixen that declaration had slipped out when she did not mean for it to.

At least she hadn't admitted she was falling in love with him. There would be no going back from that one, for sure.

But Avery waited with bated breath for Simon to process her meaning. The silence was heavy and ate at her.

For there was no doubt he would. There was no doubt he would understand just how the power dynamic had shifted this evening and left her desperate for him to control her. He might not understand WHY the sudden change in her, but Avery was not going to let that slip out. Not yet. He might not trust this was going to last but she would prove to him that it would.

She wasn't ready to say those words to him.

She curled tiny fingers in his thick, dark hair and tilted his head up to meet hers for just a moment.

When blue met green Avery smiled widely one last time. The look in her eyes was sincere and showed him that she meant exactly what she said. She would not take it back.

Avery had professed her desire to be his outside their agreement with her raunchy comment just now.

Now it was up to him to decide if he wanted that too.