Elizabeth laid in her bed panting, staring at the porcelain white ceiling as George's soft snoring broke the night time silence. The cold semen dribbling from her slit contrasted greatly with the burning heat radiating from it. She ached for more. Her hand slipped down to her throbbing clit as she thought back to her romp with Tim. The way his thick cock stretched her pussy out, the intense pleasure he gave her, and the long string of orgasms he drew out from her like she had never experienced before.
Or since.
She stifled a moan and looked over to George's sleeping face. She was off the pill now. George had been tapped on the shoulder to transfer to the district office. In other words, a promotion with a significant salary boost. It was a progression in his career, and their relationship. With the new income they could finally afford to have children.
Elizabeth gushed at the thought, but the rose-tint of that fantasy faded quickly as reality settled in.
They had been trying for some time now. The workload from his new position left George exhausted and rarely willing to share intimate times with her. Not to mention their sex life was hardly much of anything at the best of times.
Her thoughts strayed back to Tim.
He had not approached her since the time he had taken her in the clubroom, meters away from George. She had rarely even seen him. After blackmailing her to keep his grade up in her class, he had taken it upon himself to skip whenever he could. This is on top of excused absences to travel to other schools for matches. She swirled her palm against her clit in frustration before stopping abruptly with a husky sigh. Tim had signed up for her last time slot for parent-teacher interview night. She suspected he had plans other than to bring his parents to talk, but she had already decided to be professional and resist the temptation to succumb to his sexual charms. She started fondling herself quietly again.
"It was for the best," she thought.
George's commitment to having kids refocused her loyalty to their relationship, and to George. If Tim were to cum in her again, filling her to the point of overflowing like last time, there was no chance she would not get pregnant. She could
not
let that happen. But still, a girl can dream.
She came at the thought.
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I checked my appearance in my pocket mirror, my eyeliner and mascara surviving through a long day of meetings with students and their parents.
"I need to get some more of this stuff," I said to myself. I regressed and started layering it on thick again, winged eyeliner and everything, to draw the attention of the boys in the school. A little boost to my self-confidence never hurt anybody. After all, being ignored by the man that made you break your vows tends to damage your ego a little. Was I not sexy enough maybe?
I pursed my lips and applied another layer of bright pink lipstick as I turned to face my full-length mirror. I smoothed out the wrinkles in my grey knee-length plaid skirt which complimented a formfitting black long sleeve top. My black high heels clicked loudly on the classroom floor as I made my way back down to the desk in the middle of the room. I sat down with my hands together and waited nervously for Tim to arrive, rehearsing my rejections to any suggestive moves he could throw at me.
A dark spot grew on my panties from just thinking about it. I bit my lip.
"Ah, what the heck," I said under my breath.
The chair screeched as I stood up and hastily ripped my panties down. I stuffed them into my bag and sat back down again, my heart racing.
"Tim gets one more time with me, then he'll graduate and that'll be that," I decided in my head.
"Wait, what?" I couldn't believe what I was thinking. The old Elizabeth was never this adventurous.
"The old Elizabeth didn't know what real sex was like," a voice in the back of my head whispered.
I shook my head.
This is wrong. I'm married with the love of my life. We're about to have kids for god's sake!
My inner turmoil was cut short by the door of my classroom swinging open. A dark silhouette blocked out the light in the hallway before coming into focus. My heart was in my throat as Tim walked in with his smug smirk already plastered on his face. My shoulders slumped in disappointment as who must have been his dad walked in after him. I stood up to shake his hand, a strained smile on my face.
"E-Elizabeth," a frog in my throat made my voice catch as I greeted him.
"Bill Matthews," he replied, his hand engulfing mine. "People call me Billy."
We sat down and I sneaked looks at Bill as I shuffled through the paperwork. He looked exactly like what I would imagine Tim would look like as an older man. He was even bigger than Tim, with a muscular build that had been let go slightly. Only a few wrinkles on his face gave away his age. Short curly black hair topped a set of intense eyes and a large flared nose. As far as dads go, he wasn't half bad.
"So, Tim tells me he's doing pretty good in this class," Bill's voice boomed in the small classroom. "I find that hard to believe. He never had a knack for biology. Except women biology, if you know what I mean."
He gave me a wink.
Tim gave me a smirk.
Oh yes, I know exactly what you mean.
"But I'm glad," Bill stared deep into my eyes as he wrapped his rough fingers over my hands. "That he had an amazing teacher to guide him through his last year before college."
"I-it was no problem at all!" I replied, taken aback by his gratitude. "Tim is a delight to have in the classroom."
That wasn't entirely true, but there was no point in rocking the boat now. I showed him some of Tim's assignments, the majority of which I had to forge myself with my left hand, and talked through what the rest of the year was going to look like. I was elated that this was turning out to be a normal parent-teacher interview.
Bill stood up and walked up to the board covered in student projects. I watched him as he browsed for something by Tim, when I felt a socked foot stroke the inside of my calf. I gave a small yelp and gave an admonishing look at Tim.
"What are you doing," I mouthed with my lips.
He smiled and shrugged. I could see his eyes look above my head at something behind me. I heard a loud zip before something hefty landed on my shoulder with a thud.
"What?!" I yelped, shifting in my seat. Whatever it was rolled off my shoulder and hung in the air beside me.
My jaw dropped in shock at what I saw.
A ginormous black cock was suspended beside me. Thick and veiny, it's pungent scent suddenly hit my noise and instinctively made my mouth water. Before thinking I had already grasped it with one hand, my fingers not even able to reach around its thick girth.
"Wow," slipped out of my mouth.
"Of course," Bill said quietly as he tilted my head back with his hand. "Tim told me about some private biology lessons you offered."
I stared up at his wry smile silently in disbelief.
"How about you teach an old man some new tricks," he joked.
Suddenly I came to my senses. I threw the cock out of my hand and stood up away from the pair.
"I can't do this!" I said sternly. I waved my hands in front of me, my wedding ring glistened in the light reminding me of my vows. "This is wrong."