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Cucked In My Classroom Ch 04

Cucked In My Classroom Ch 04

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Cucked in My Classroom Ch. 4

"Scott, I'm too tired for this," my wife said. "Just tell me the truth so I can be mad in the morning."

"Okay..." I started. "Rachel, I'm sorry. It wasn't intentional, I-"

"I know you've been cheating. With a student, like a fucking creep. It's the only thing that makes sense. I mean, why else would a grown man host a teen graduation party at his house. Tell me the truth and maybe we'll be married after I watch everything on the nanny cam."

"If it helps, Amber is 18. And she came onto me."

Rachel rolled her eyes, blowing a strand of short blonde hair out of her eyes.

"Sure. I'm sure every one of your students can't wait to fuck you."

"I'm sorry. And I'll say that again and again. But yes, she has a thing for teachers. It's... not what you're imagining though."

Her eyebrows furrowed.

"So I'm not going to see you fucking her on this?"

She gestured to the teddy bear.

"Well..."

"Jesus, Scott! Out with it."

"Well, look. We did it once in the car."

Her hand went to forehead, and again I thought about how stupid I had been. My wife was ridiculously hot, tall, blonde, with boobs too big for the standard Victoria's Secret sizes. She just hadn't been fucking me much, especially with our daughter starting to take steps.

I had fucked up my entire family and there was nothing I could do to take it back.

"In our car?"

"It, it was quick."

"Oh well, I guess that makes it better. Why should she get better sex than me?"

"Then she wanted it in the classroom. But J'vonte- uh, one of my students. He um... sort of stumbled in and well... wanted a turn."

"Jesus fuck, Scott, and what you let him? And he's what? He's been blackmailing you?"

"Um... that's not quite the dynamic over the past few months."

"Months?"

"Yeah, but it's not like you think."

"Just tell me Scott. Give me all the details so I can go to bed without wondering how many kids you've been fucking."

"It's not like that!"

I don't know why I was yelling. Maybe because I was so embarrassed.

"She, um... She liked him. Like, a lot better."

Rachel sat up straighter.

"Go on."

"It wasn't just J'vonte blackmailing me. Amber was just as eager. Her parents were super strict. So the first thing they asked was for me to drive them around, while they, uh... you know."

"Did it? Go on, every detail. You're the dumbass fucking high schoolers."

"Yeah. Jay would fuck her in the backseat while I watched in the rearview mirror. I mean, when he wasn't looking."

"Wait, so you went from fucking a girl-"

"Amber."

"Whatever. To what, just being their chauffeur while they fucked. And what, you weren't even allowed to look? Did you stand outside the car?"

"No. Worse."

"Worse?"

Rachel leaned forward, suddenly interested.

"Like, if he saw me, Jay would make a comment about my dick."

"Like what?"

She didn't sound as mad.

I winced, trying to sugarcoat what he said.

"Mostly, um... about the size."

"Stupid boys," my wife said. "Though at the moment, I want to hear every embarrassing detail. Why not, right? You didn't care much about my feelings."

"He, well both of them, liked to call it um..."

I couldn't believe I was going to tell her this.

"Well?"

"A little white pinkie..."

Rachel burst out laughing.

Even at my expense, it was good to hear her laugh again.

"I'm guessing he's got one of those big, black dicks?"

"Massive," I agreed, glumly.

"So once she went black, she never went back?"

"Not exactly."

"Scott," she sighed, again sounding angry. "I'm not going to pry out every detail. Spill it and give me every humiliating moment, in graphic detail."

"Okay, okay. It started in the classroom. He fucked her and the difference... well, I could never make her cum like that. But I think she felt bad or something. I don't know. Maybe she was just tired enough to let me finish."

"Did either of you wear a condom?"

"No..." I admitted.

"So you put your dick, excuse me, you put your little white pinkie inside her pussy, while it was

filled

with another man's cum?"

"Yes..."

"Pathetic. And from how it sounds, you couldn't even please her with sloppy seconds?"

"No. I lasted, like a minute."

"Well I hope that was worth it."

"It wasn't. Again, I'm so-"

"Stop apologizing and tell me what I want to hear. So what, then you agree to be their sex chauffeur or whatever?"

"Sort of. It was only twice. The first... well, you really want to hear?"

Rachel nodded.

"The first time, they would tease me every time I looked back at them."

"Tell me."

It was so hard to admit.

"Like, what a loser, this is the closest he can get to good pussy."

"That's probably going to be true for a while," Rachel acknowledged. "Go on."

"Or look at him, touching his little pinkie. Or he'd asked her, would you rather have a dick you can't feel or mine? Do you think you'll even notice next time he fucks you?"

Rachel was giggling uncontrollably, so I continued.

"The whole time, I couldn't help masturbating, hearing Amber moan and scream like that in the backseat, telling him how much bigger and better he was. I don't know why it got me so excited..."

"It has been months since we did anything," Rachel acknowledged. "Not that it excuses anything. So did you get sloppy seconds again?"

"No... they uh..."

"Ooh, poor baby. Did it get worse for your little pinkie?"

"They whispered something, then Amber turned around, his big black dick still stuffing her, and shouted that she couldn't stand the thought of me ruining sex for them with my little dicklet. That if I wanted to watch, I needed to keep that tiny thing in my pants."

When she stopped laughing, Rachel continued the torment.

"Even erect, I'm sure it wasn't too hard to stroke that tiny thing through your pants. Is that where they made you cum? In your pants, like a little bitch?"

I looked at my shoes.

"Yes. Then I had to drive them to Whataburger."

Rachel couldn't stop laughing.

"You bought them lunch?! And with your boxers, full of crusty cum? OH MY GOD!"

She took a minute or so to pull herself together.

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"Well, go on Scott! This is amusing. I thought I'd be angry. I should be packing a bag, but I want to hear more about your second..."

She smirked.

"Ride with Amber."

At least it was getting easier to confess. Good even, when compared to those lonely nights I spent masturbating about it, wondering what was wrong with me.

"They kicked me out of the car."

"You drove them, and didn't get to watch?"

I nodded.

"Amber said I should keep watch around the car, and that if I didn't peek, she'd give me a big surprise."

"Did you get another 30 seconds with her?"

"No. I got a sock."

Rachel looked confused. I was going to have to explain, if I could.

"A sock?"

"One of those little, ankle ones. Amber said it was still probably too big.

"So... she, she made you cum in that?"

"I wasn't even allowed in the car. I had to do it in the parking lot, while the two of them jeered and pointed."

"Oh my god!"

"That's not the worst part."

"How could it get worse for your widdle dicklet?"

"Amber told me I should stuff my underwear, like she did in junior high. So I had to put the crusty sock in my boxers and..."

"And?"

"And model it for them. With my pants down around my ankles in the parking lot."

When she recovered, Rachel continued grilling me.

"So what else happened? You said you fuck her again, right?"

"Yes. Kind of, at a hotel. Then, the other is probably on that."

I pointed at the Teddy Bear.

"I saw the charge. That's when I figured something was up. So what happened?"

I sighed.

"They wore me down. For a few weeks, they were doing it in my classroom, before or after school. I got to patrol the hallway, listening at the door when I got the chance. But it was getting really risky."

"I can imagine."

"So I offered a night at a hotel if we stopped doing it at school."

"If 'we' stopped? It seems

they

were the ones doing anything."

"I mean, one time they gave me a pair of panties, soaked with her, and his..."

I had tried not to think about white gobs and streaks. Amber had clearly used the soiled panties to clean up the cum.

"I... I guess I added to the mess in the teacher's bathroom. Then Amber made me wear the panties all day."

"Made you?"

"She... uh checked. A few times. And even gave me a wedgie after class."

Rachel leaned over, looking at the growing tent in my pants.

"Are you hard?"

I tried shifting.

"You're hard! Jesus, this is exciting you. Telling your wife how a couple of teenagers humiliated your tiny little penis. They're right. It is too small. You know, maybe I'm just missing out on all the fun. Stay right there, I need to pee."

She stopped, then looked quizzically at me.

"You know what? I have an idea. Come on!"

For the first time in our ten years of marriage, I followed her into the bathroom. She pulled down her panties and shorts with one motion, not making any effort to titillate or even acknowledge I was there. Casually, Rachel sat down on the toilet, kicking off her panties one ankle at a time.

"So what about this hotel?"

"Uh... well, do you want me to..."

"You can watch. I guess it only works if you can see my pussy. Much as I'm not inclined to do you any favors."

"What?"

She cut me off.

"Now what happened at the hotel?"

Rachel shifted those beautifully thick thighs on the seat.

"I don't know that much. They had me wait in the car."

My wife again laughed at me, a tinkle starting into the toilet.

"You really waited outside the hotel while some teenager hunk fucked your crush?"

I looked away from her judgmental eyes.

"I got pictures."

"I got pictures!" She mocked. "Show me, show me."

I pulled out my phone and scrolled to the treasure pics.

"I can see why," Rachel said quietly.

I was almost too horny to see the hurt in her face.

There was one with Amber looking straight up, that big cock halfway down her throat, while she gave the finger up at the camera. Rachel had a good chuckle at that. I got two others, both of them fucking, both in doggy style, bent over as his bitch.

"There's... uh, one more thing."

I played the voice mail.

"Oh fuck yes, Jay! Fuck me! I'm cumming. I'm cumming so hard. Your cock is so good. Mr. Mac never made me cum like this. Fuck me! Oh god, fuck... fuck me! I want your cock! His was nothing. Nothing! Nothing! Fuck, fuck, I'm-"

It cut off, so did my wife's urine.

"That's... actually kind of hot."

Rachel stood up, pausing as I stared at her pussy, with a light blonde, slightly trimmed bush. It was so different from Amber's, but as I considered it, probably stretched even more from the birth of our daughter.

I wondered if she could even feel my dicklet now.

Maybe that was why she never wanted sex.

"Go ahead and look. It might be the last time you see my pussy."

I gulped, watching puzzled as she reached out and grabbed her panties, using the red pair to wipe the urine from her pussy.

"Wear them."

"Rachel, I don't-"

"I don't care," She said, hands on her hips, still bottomless. "You're going to do it."

I started to undo my belt.

"Jesus, warn a woman. I don't want to see that right now. Maybe ever again."

She turned away, holding the damp panties behind her. I stared at her ass, wide and curvy, with hips twice that of Amber's.

I had really fucked up.

"You think that teenage was mean? I'm going to be worse. You're going to do exactly what I say, and maybe, MAYBE if I like our new dynamic enough, I might stay."

I swallowed hard.

"Okay. You're right. I'm covered."

I moved my hands to cover my little fellow.

She turned, feigning a smile.

"I'm sure you understand why I don't want to see... that at the moment. Given his... misadventures. I'm certainly in no mood to lay back, think of England, and pretend you're some big man with a big cock that touches all the right places."

Rachel held out the panties by the waistband, barely touching the soiled garment.

"Truthfully, I'm not sure I will even like these kinds of sex games. Go ahead, put them on."

She averted her eyes, not wanting to look as I pulled the damp undies onto my dick. I barely paused, rushing into the warm, wet feeling on my cock.

Somehow, it was still hard.

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"I... I did it."

I could smell the rank odor wafting up.

"Really?"

She looked down, seeing the dark stain over my dicklet.

"You really did it?"

Rachel was laughing.

"Okay, maybe I can see the appeal. The power is a little intoxicating. Put on your pants. I don't want to look at it. Not even an outline."

I did as I was told, and went back with her to the couch.

"Nuh-uh. I can't have you making the couch all gross. So stand, and tell me the rest of this sad little story."

"Well, um.. After getting the voicemail..."

"And the pictures."

"Yeah, and the pictures. I got a few weeks to myself. Then... uh, they asked, well more like told, that uh... they wanted another hotel visit."

"Which you couldn't do, because I was suspicious."

"Yeah..."

"So, what? You let him fuck her here? In our bed."

I stared at my bare feet, feeling a few drops of urine rolling down my leg.

"Not just him..."

"Scott, if you're telling me you turned our house into a teenage brothel..."

"No, no, no. Not like one of those high school parties on television. Just a few friends, who... well..."

"Should I just start the video?"

Rachel got up, grabbed the remote and pushed play.

It was just Amber at the moment, taking off her clothes, but only a matter of time before the guys started in on her. She moved to the mirror in front of the vanity, trying to adjust her breasts in that bra.

"Poor thing. Trying to make them look fuller."

She looked down at my crotch.

"Of course, you've also had that problem. Just lower down."

Together, we watched J'vonte come into the room with two friends from the football team. Teddy was bigger than him, an offensive lineman. Skylar played kicker and was more near my frame.

"Jesus, Scott!"

Rachel paused the video.

"Tell me I'm not about to watch you let a bunch of guys run a train on this poor girl?!"

"Well..."

How to say it was her idea?

"Who's that with you?"

Two girls entered with me, where I got to watch the action from the corner.

"Heather and Meredith, uh... they date the guys, Teddy and Skylar."

"And those girls, they wanted Amber to bang their boyfriends?"

"Actually, yeah."

"Really?" Rachel raised her eyebrows.

I shrugged.

"Heather said she gets sore before Teddy's done, and Meredith..."

We both watched as Meredith undid Amber's bra, the busty redhead's mouth meeting Amber's. The two embraced, then Meredith reached down and squeezed Amber's nipples. What my wife couldn't see was Heather's mean-spirited whispers as the three took their turn with the teenage girl who was once my date.

Should I admit that?

Rachel watched as the two girls almost intertwined together, performing a full-on lesbian embrace for the guys, myself included as almost an accident. Meredith took her time with each nipple, then traced her fingers down past Amber's belly button, pulling down her panties. The redhead disappeared between Amber's thighs, licking around that tender pussy.

"Heather, uh... teased me while it happened."

"What did she say?"

"That my shrimp dick must have turned Amber gay."

Rachel nearly snorted.

Amber squeezed her legs together, then her mouth opened in a silent expression of ecstasy. She thrashed a little, then stopped, the two kissing again before Meredith moved her hips up towards Amber's tongue. She didn't even take off her skirt, simply letting it billow, depriving me of another view.

On the other half of her body, J'vonte went first. With her pussy already warmed up, he entered Amber easily, pounding into her while she lapped up at the girl sitting on her face.

"She's gotten better at taking it," I sounded almost like I was proud. "At first, she had to lower herself down onto it."

"Uh-huh..." Rachel barely responded.

Meredith pulled off from Amber's face, one hand guiding Skylar's cock into both of their mouths. Together, the pair slobbering up and down the side of his shaft, lips meeting in the occasional kiss. His dick wasn't quite the size of J'vonte's, but certainly bigger than mine.

"Heather, uh... let me know that I was the smallest guy there."

"Did she?"

Rachel was barely listening.

On screen, she could see the size of Jay as he pulled out then pushed in again. I heard her gasp more than once at the sight. Through the speakers, the sounds of Amber moaning became audible, picked up even by the poor quality of the nanny cam.

"She's really enjoying that, huh?"

"Much more than she did with me."

The position flipped, now J'vonte was pounding into her doggie style while Amber buried her face in Meredith's pussy. For her part, the redhead was slurping loudly on her boyfriend's cock, one hand squeezing her own nipples.

"This is, um, actually really hot."

Rachel's right hand moved between her legs. On screen, the two boys switched, with Skylar taking his turn inside Amber's stretched out pussy. If J'vonte was bothered by sharing, Meredith's mouth proved enough of a consolation prize. He and Teddy moved to take turns, the redhead alternating between stroking and sucking the two big, black cocks.

"Oh my god, they're both so... so..."

"Huge?"

"Nothing like yours. I doubt I'd be able to take either of them."

"I don't think I did a good job of getting Amber ready for it."

"With your dick? I very much doubt

you

could prepare any girl for a real cock. I guess it's just been so long that I forget..."

Amber's screams were echoing out of the speakers.

"I forget what that sounds like..."

She looked down, not meeting my eyes. As I thought about it, my wife had never made sounds like that for me. If anything, sex had been more of a chore, another job to do every few weeks or months. A lot of times Rachel even said that it wasn't about an orgasm, she just liked feeling close to me.

Of course, that was usually when I came after five minutes...

Or less.

"I'm sorry I never could give you that... uh, this."

Rachel watched, almost rapturous as Teddy took his turn with Amber. He was almost as big as J'vonte, actually a little thicker. We couldn't make out any of the words, the sound quality wasn't good enough. Still, it picked up the ear-splitting screams of pleasure, the occasional moans of fuck, fuck, or God, it's so big.

"You know, I had a black boyfriend in college."

"You told me," I answered.

"I didn't tell you how much bigger he was," Rachel answered. "I didn't want to hurt your feelings by making you picture me with another guy."

"Honey, I'm really sorry..."

Teddy pumped a few times, nearing his own climax. Then he stopped, muscular buttcheeks flexing as he pumped a river of cum into Amber's pussy.

"Shhh..."

Rachel was absently rubbing at herself. I wondered if she even realized.

"No, Rachel. I don't mean I'm sorry for this..."

I pointed at the screen, where Sklylar and J'vonte took turns filling Amber with their warm cum. We couldn't see it on camera, but this was the second load from J'vonte. To be technical, on television I was about to get sloppy fifths.

She paused the recording, looking at me.

"I was selfish. In bed, I should have known you were satisfied. I could have tried harder. Even asked what Sherod or other guys did that worked for you."

Rachel arched an eyebrow.

"You remembered his name?"

I nodded.

"Probably for the wrong reason. But if Amber - if this situation has taught me anything. It's not to be jealous of the things I can't offer."

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