Grace Ch 04 2

Now that I knew that Grace was horny for me, my attitude toward tutoring her changed drastically. Yes...I know what a crass bastard that makes me. I did still want to help her, though, and since I had found a way to actually help her improve, I knew I was doing the right thing academically. The fact that she had swallowed my cum on Monday afternoon was another matter. So was the fact that I was sleeping with her mom at every opportunity.

The icing on the cake, though, was Linsdey telling me that Grace was open to sleeping with me and that she (the mom) was fine with it because I was a careful and thorough partner. We had discussed it after we moved upstairs on Tuesday afternoon. Grace was over at a friends and wouldn't be back until late. Lindsey was lying on my chest, limp as a rag-doll after a satisfying orgasm, and my semi-hard cock was still wedged inside her amazing little body.

"If you do sleep with Grace, I hope she feels like this after!" she had whispered as she nuzzled my neck.

"I'll do my very best," I said in response. "But I'm still going to make her learn that Law and Gov."

"You better!" she snorted. "That's what I'm paying you for, right?"

"Right. This whole situation is pretty...unusual, but I actually do want her to pass and graduate."

"Good. That's the plan. I'm just glad you're motivated."

"Lindsey...can I ask you a question?"

"Sure."

"You do know you don't have to sleep with me to "motivate" me, don't you?"

She pushed herself up on one elbow and looked down at me with a serious expression.

"I do know that, and I really do appreciate your professionalism. I didn't count on that when I...made you my first...offer."

I nodded and smiled my appreciation.

"And..." she went on, "I actually didn't realize how horny I was until we got started! That's been the other big bonus to this whole situation. Things have been pretty...slow in that department. Grace's dad is away a lot, and when he's here, he works a lot. It's been a very long time since we were together the way we used to be."

Although we hadn't talked about it, I knew she was still married and I felt a great deal of empathy for her situation. However, I didn't have any experience being "the other man" and I had to think for a minute about what to say. To cover my hesitation, I kissed her a couple of times. Then I laid my head back down, pulled her head onto my shoulder, and whispered my response into her soft, brown hair.

"I'm sorry things are like that. He's missing out on an amazing woman, and I'm happy to be here with you for whatever reason!"

She drew a deep breath and let it out with a shudder. For a moment, I thought she was going to cry, but she collected herself and turned her head toward me, resting her chin on my sternum.

"Thank you," she said simply. "Now can I ask YOU a question?"

"Seems fair."

"Have you ever slept with a student before?"

"Never."

"Ever thought about it?"

"Every day," I said with a chuckle.

"God, I'm so glad you were honest! I didn't think a teacher would admit that."

"Like I said, we're pretty well past all the parent-teacher conversation rules."

"I guess that's true..." she said, slipping her hip off my mine and reaching down to caress my cum-covered cock. "So tell me what a horny teacher thinks about!"

"Well, in Grace's case, there was a lot. I used to stare at her lips a lot--they look so innocent and inviting. Back in the fall, she always wore something that showed off her tan and her tits, which made me think about how good she would feel pressed against my bare chest. Best of all, though, she has a sweet heart-shaped ass that I used to stare at every day."

"What were you thinking about THAT?" she prodded.

"Pretty much every day I would think to myself how much I wanted to see her on her hands and knees with her ass sticking out and her pussy wide wet and wide open, waiting for me to ram my cock into her."

"Gee, that's pretty specific. And disturbing."

"Can you blame me?"

"Not at all. I'm just rethinking the whole "he's a nice man" idea..." she muttered.

"If I do sleep with her, I promise to ram my cock into her pussy in a nice way!" I laughed.

"Is there anything else?" she asked, settling back against my side and wrapping her slim fingers around my cock once more.

"Well, I did have one other thought that kept coming up," I admitted.

"Ooh...you sound a little embarrassed! Tell me!"

"I used to dream about pumping her pussy full of cum. I wondered if she was on the pill, or if I could fuck her doggy-style and leave her with a creampie and never know what happened."

"You're a nasty, nasty man!" she gasped, squeezing my cock for emphasis. "But she's on the pill. So go for it."

"I'm a lot more interested in YOU right now!" I growled.

With that, I rolled away from supporting her, letting her body settle face-down on the flannel sheet. Her eyebrows went up and she turned her head to look at me with wide eyes, but I grinned and did not explain. Instead, I quickly moved my body over hers, nudging her far leg to make room for my knees between hers. She shifted obligingly and brought her arms up to make a pillow for her forehead. Fisting my cock for a moment to spread the lubrication around, I lined up with her slightly-parted lips and popped the head inside. I rested with my elbows on either side of her, kissed her shoulder blade, and then let my hips sink down, driving my cock all the way inside her with one smooth glide.

Lindsey's back arched with pleasure. That caused her hips to push up against my pelvis, making the contact even tighter and driving me another few millimeters into her core. I felt her internal muscles flutter as they adjusted to my intrusion, and then they relaxed, still gripping me closely but ready for more.

Using her ass as a fulcrum, I leaned forward and my cock came almost all the way out. When I pushed myself downward, it sank firmly into her again, only stopping when my hips wedged into her thighs. Again and again I plunged into her. Each stroke at this angle let me cock slide from the entrance to her channel all the way to the back, hitting her G-spot with each downward motion. I saw her tanned upper body tense every time I pushed in and smiled to myself. Pretty soon, Lindsey found the perfect angle and kept her hips still, guiding me wordlessly to the exact place she needed me to be. I was happy to oblige--having cum once already, I could pace myself and give her another dimension of orgasm.

My balls slapped against her clit with each firm thrust and Lindsey's chest rose and fell as her breathing became deeper and more ragged. I couldn't look down to see if her toes were curling, but her fists were clenched and her upper body was twitching, so I knew she was close. Taking a deep breath, I increased my pace, slamming my hips down into her and pushing her into the mattress with each thrust. A strangled cry escaped her lips after a few seconds:

"Ohhhh fuck!" she groaned. "Fuck me harder! I'm gonna cum so hard!"

I grinned again and kept up the pace. My heart was pounding and I felt sweat trickling down my chest, but only my cock driving into her was important. I alternately kissed and bit along the line of her shoulders, and as her groans came closer together, I raised my upper body up and grabbed her wrists, pinning her obscenely in place while I fucked her for all I was worth.

Fortunately, she exploded a second before I did. As her orgasm hit, her head snapped back and her legs shot out stiffly. I pounded into her one last time and held myself as deep inside as I could, my own legs locked, while volley after volley of sperm splashed against her depths. Neither of us said a word as our bodies throbbed in unison.

Only when my arms started to shake did I move again. I slumped down onto her for a second, then moved to one side so that my leg lay across her thighs and my weight was on my left hip and shoulder. I kissed the damp skin of her arm since it was right in front of me and stroked her back with my free hand.

After another deep breath rattled out, Lindsey turned her face toward me.

"Don't do that to Grace!" she mumbled with a sleepy smile. "I don't think she could take it."

Chuckling to myself, I pulled a comforter up and over us. I held her close until her even breathing told me she had fallen asleep, then slipped out of bed and got dressed in the dim light from the hallway. I crept along the carpeted hallway and downstairs as noiselessly as I could and made my way to the foyer. Zipping up my jacket against the cold, I closed the door silently and crunched across the gravel to head home.

Traffic was heavy going home, and it wasn't until 8:00 or so that I was cleaned up and ready to do some work. When I logged onto my computer, I found an email waiting for me.

Dear Steve, (it read)

Thank you so much for taking the time to meet with me today.

I appreciate knowing what the plan is moving forward with Grace.

You have my full support in making her work as hard as possible during your time together.

I'd also love to hear about your progress. If you have time after your next meeting, maybe you can fill me in. She has a lacrosse meeting at 4:00 on Thursday.

Best,

Lindsey

Once again, I laughed out loud as I admired her cagy language. Really, though, I should have given her my cell number by now--this double entendre can only go so far on my school email.

Dear Lindsey, (I replied)

It's so great to work with a responsive student.

I'm looking forward to seeing what we can accomplish together in the coming weeks.

I'm not sure about my schedule that afternoon, but I will happily fill you in if I'm in a position to do so. After all, parental support is crucial to a student's success!

Gratefully,

Steve

There--that should keep her happy! I thought to myself as I switched over to grading.