Disclaimer: All characters involved in this story are purely frictional. All characters are above 18. Please read and enjoy the story!
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"Oh god," moaned Nicholas throwing up outside the bar. "Why didn't you stop me? You better send me home."
I helped him and got behind the wheel. Nicholas was snoring by the time I pulled up at his house. "Where the hell have you been?" yelled the woman, throwing the door open.
She looked just like before. Cindy was tall, had breasts perfectly outlined in the lacy bra, and shoulder length hair that was slightly mussed. She was wearing a robe that tried to cover a well-developed figure, but failed. She also looked extremely worried. "Norman? What are you doing with my husband?"
"Hello, it's been quite some time" I replied carrying Nicholas inside. "Mr Wong wanted to have a few drinks and I just happened to be there."
"Jesus, he smells like vomit. Just throw him on the couch."
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Even I was impressed by my dong's unusual length and thickness, those past couple of days seemed to further enhance my teenage sex drive. Pulling my pants down, I wriggled out of them so my cock could breathe free. I admired it, rising like a mast straight toward the ceiling, pre-cum glistening the spongy surface of the crown, contrasting heavily with my skinny figure. Closing my eyes in expectation, I soon became immersed in my late reveries, reliving the thrill of fucking the sexy beast pussy of my long time teacher.
Mr and Mrs Wong were married and were both my teachers back in high school. Nicholas was pretty average looking who scored a beautiful lady like Cindy. She showed up that first day of school in one of the tightest grey skirts I had ever seen, with a matching jacket. The suit outlined every lovely curve of her trim little body with her well-formed legs glistening in the taupe nylons. She reached back and pulled a long pin from the back of her hair allowing it to fall down, a sea of black flowing across her shoulders. She shook it out and ran her fingers through it, her curls quickly taking shape. Cindy was the dream of many boys, sexy, revealing yet maintaining a distance from students. It didn't help with the fact that she was young, barely a few years senior of us. Unfortunately before we graduate, Nicholas and she decided to marry, crushing the hopes of every man in the school.
It was a great surprise when I saw Nicholas drinking at a pub on friday, where he was supposed to go back home and spend time with his wife. What's going on? Did they have a fight? Why'd he drink so much?
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"Do you mind if I use the bathroom for a while?" I asked.
"Sure, it's over there. I'll go grab some pillows for my husband."
Cindy gathered up the pillow and blanket, then preceded down to the living room. Meanwhile I came out of the bathroom without my pants as it was dirtied with Nicholas's vomit. I was standing by the couch in my tee shirt and boxers. She gasped with shock and dropped the bundle in her hands. It wasn't that I had the body of a pro football player, it was the fact that three inches of cock was sticking out of my pant leg.
"Sorry, big things always trying to get free."
I pulled my boxers out and yanked my dick back in. My boxers looked stuffed near to bursting and she could see the outline of my cock and balls. "Jesus, when hard, he must be twice as big as Nicholas," she thought.
"Sorry about your pants, but it's late. You can show yourself out now," she said with a sign.
"You seem pretty tense. Would you like a massage," I offered.
"I don't know. You have any experience at this?" she sounded tired.
"Yeah, my mom had to waitress for a while when my dad was sick and she would come home with aches and pains from sore muscles. I used to massage her shoulders and calves for her while we watched TV."
She sat down and turned her back to me. "Then by all means, rub away."
I gently placed my hands on her soft cotton blouse, then firmly worked the muscles of her shoulder. My cock was pushing up my pants again and I noticed a small wet spot starting to appear. I ran my fingers slightly down her front as my thumbs worked her neck muscles. She moaned, tilting her head forward and I slid my hands back to the inner part of her shoulders, on bare skin now as my fingers worked their magic.
She loosened the front of her robe, then pushed it off her shoulders exposing the lightly freckled skin as I worked more of the joints. Her breathing was getting deeper and her skin was taking on a warm pink glow. I continued to gently but firmly massage from her shoulders to her neck and back, soft sighs and moans escaping her lips. Slowly, I untied her robe, leaving a widening gap which revealed her lacy white bra underneath.
"You poor thing," I said suddenly turning her around, grabbing her arms and pulling them up over her head, giving her a shock. "You've obviously been neglected." The tip of my cock was now poking her in the belly button as my eyes roamed over her body. Wow, how crazy confident I am to do this to my former teacher. I stepped closer so that my cock slid up her stomach. "What are you doing," she stuttered.
I leaned forward still holding her arms over her head and she realized I was trying to kiss her. "No Norman. Stop. I'm a married woman and your teacher." Her second protest was drowned out as I mashed my lips against hers. She struggled but I was relentless due to the booze, tongue pushing past her tight lips and dueled with hers.
With a tight grip on the wrist of her right hand, I brought her arm down and pulled our bodies apart long enough to wrap her hand around my cock. She mentally struggled, ethics screaming NO but her instincts took over and her hand began stroking my cock as we kissed.
I released her other arm and placed my hands on her shoulders, pushing her down. "Why don't you take a closer look? This may be the last big hard cock you see for a long while."
Cindy resisted at first, but her legs felt weak and her back began sliding down the wall until she kneeled before this perfectly built man. It felt natural to kneel before me. Her hand had never stopped stroking him and she stared in awe at the large bulbous cock-head pointed at her face.
"You ever suck cock before?"
"No, never. It's disgusting and you're my student," she said mesmerized at the sight of her hand sliding along my shaft.
"You going to suck me off," I push forward until the head touched her lips. She held them tightly closed, breathing through her nose, my strong masculine scent climbing into her brain.
Cindy turned her head away and said, "I can't cheat on Nicholas. It's a sin." Every nerve in her body was screaming out to her to obey me, but there was nothing more precious than the sanctity of marriage. She had even saved herself until her wedding night.
