He wasn’t lying when he said he’d been practicing. He’d been jerking off all week to get his anxiety out so that when he went to meet her, he was sure he’d last a lot longer than before. He fished out the strip of condoms from his pocket before tearing into one, while pulling himself out of his jeans.
Misty was still bent over the edge of her desk. There were papers everywhere, but neither of them cared as Cory slid himself inside of her. Her leg fit perfectly in the crux of his elbow as he began to thrust himself inside of her. It was a natural feeling. She was warm to the touch. Her walls were even tighter than he remembered. Every thrust he made came with a grunt and the loud slapping of her skin against his pelvis.
When he pulled out of her, she turned around. Misty’s face was flushed red. Her eyes were dilated, and her nipples were so hard he could see them through her shirt.
“Take that off,” he commanded.
“I’m supposed to be teaching you. My husband told me you were a virgin. That didn’t seem so inexperienced to me,” she said with her arms folded across her chest.
“Your husband talks too much,” Cory admitted with a sly grin. “So what do you want to teach me?”
“Well that was good, but when you finished you just pulled out. I like for you to linger a bit, feel the vibration of our bodies cumming together.”
“Who said I was finished?” he asked with a sly grin.
“Well then, let me help you with that,” she smiled grabbing his shirt over his head and spinning Cory around until he was backed up to the edge of the desk. She switched condoms for him before sliding back down. “Grab my ass.”
Cory did as he was told, paling her ass cheeks, he moved her up and down onto him. When misty propped both of her feet on the desk behind him, Cory took the cue to hook both of his arms under her legs and let her pussy slam onto his cock. The only sounds to be heard were that of their bodies, wet, sweaty, thrusting into sexual oblivion. And then they heard something else. Something that didn’t come from either of them, and it came from her closet.
Chapter 7
“What was that?” Misty asked stopping immediately.
“Don’t worry about it, let’s keep going. I’m almost finished,” he said in an almost panicked tone.
It dawned on her that he was nervous. He knew something about that noise and he wasn’t telling her.
“Maddox?” she called out hoping that he wasn’t in the closet. She didn’t care if he was in the house, and regardless of how cool he said he was with her sharing their marital bed, something about it just didn't seem right.
“I’m not doing anything else until you come out!” she stated, hopping off of Cory, who immediately covered his cock with his hands.
Mr. Grey came out of the closet, with a smirk and half an erection.
“Dude! What the fuck?!” Cory shouted. “I thought you were just going to hide a camera in here not actually watch!”
“Shut up and keep stroking, you’ll go soft if you don’t stay in your zone,” he told him.
Cory looked to Misty who shrugged her shoulders and motioned for him to go ahead.
“I’ll be honest with you, Mr. Fletcher; it’s a lot easier to threaten people into this than to ask them willingly. I apologize. Misty, my love, I want you to be happy, and if that means fucking the coeds then so be it. But! You have to let me watch,” he told her firmly.
Misty’s nipples hardened and her walls throbbed with excitement. She kissed her husband, deeply passionately, telling him, “I’ll do anything for you.”
“Good, I want you to suck him off to get him hard again,” he told her.
Misty went over to Cory with a smile on her face as she put her face over his semi flaccid penis and took him into her mouth. The smoothness of the skin sliding over her tongue got her wet all over again.
“Very nice, now run your fingers through her hair, grab it, and fuck her face,” he commanded Cory.
Cory tried his best to put the idea of his professor’s husband directing their sexual exploits, but it was easier once he got into it. He did as he was told. The subtle gagging noise of Misty trying to inhale every inch of him filled the office. Just before he was about to cum, their instructions changed.
Misty wrapped her thumb and index finger around the base of his penis, stopping him from an early release. When Cory slid back into her, she was bent over the desk again, but this time her husband was sitting in the chair. She watched him, watch them, and neither of them seemed to care that Cory was even in the room as he pounded into her pussy from behind once again.
They moved from the desk onto one of her chairs, where again, Misty faced her husband as she bounced up and down in Cory’s lap. Cory’s hands gripped her breasts, lightly squeezing and tugging on her nipples, while she planted her hands into his thighs.
Cory shouted to them, “I’m ready to cum!”
“No, you’re not,” Maddox said with a stern voice, “Misty, stop. Get off of him.”
She listened to her husband, revealing a sweat drenched college junior in her office chair.
“You’ve been doing so well,” Mr. Grey said from his seat. “Take a deep breath and eat her out again. That will help.”
Cory nodded and got back to work while Misty whimpered under the pressure of his tongue and her fifth orgasm of the morning. He spread her lips with his fingers as he flicked at her clit feverishly, insatiably.
“Yes, that’s it. You should be getting your second wind now. Now you may finish,” he commanded the both of them.
Cory took a deep breath, pulling his face away from her center and sliding himself back inside of her. This time he kissed her in the mouth. Every thrust was going to be connected. Every push and pull of his shaft inside of her cavern of pleasure was going to be memorable. This was going to be the virgin experience he remembered. It was surpassing all of his expectations as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling Misty into his body. Every stroke was deliberate, deep, concentrated.
He released her so she could lie back on the desk. He pushed her thighs up to give him full room to maneuver and he let his restraint go. Pushing and pulling her onto him, he moved in and out of her as if they were the only ones in the room.
Misty moaned and panted as she tried to keep herself from sliding all over the place, but Cory held her firmly. She wasn’t going anywhere, even as she tried to escape the pleasure of his thumb rubbing over her nub while his cock pleased her deepest erogenous zone. Her thighs trembled as she released her last orgasm and Cory came soon after.
He collapsed onto the chair behind him, trying very hard to catch his breath.
Mr. Grey got up from his chair, noticeably soft with a pleased grin on his face, “I think next time we’ll record it.”
Both Misty and Cory looked to each other with wide eyes. She told him, “I don’t think having proof of this is going to be good for any of us.”
“I was joking,” he said getting up to leave the room. “You can clean up in the guest room upstairs. I’m sure you know where it is since that’s where you fucked my wife yesterday.”
“This is weird,” Cory shook his head, running his hands through his hair.
“I get it. And yeah, it’s definitely different than most conventional marriages but we’ve been learning what works for us and this is apart of it. I understand if you want this to be the last time.”
“I said it’s weird, not that I wouldn’t keep doing it. I’ll see you tomorrow,” he smiled getting out of the chair and walking out of the room.
Misty was stunned. She’d half expected for Cory to run to the Dean of Students or even the President of the University, shouting how she took advantage of him and how her husband… well she couldn’t begin to think of an explanation for that. All she could muster as Cory waltzed by her office, fully clothed and baked granola in hand, was, “Thank you, Mr. Fletcher.”
He’d made her fantasies into a reality.
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Story 3
Chapter One
Tick. Tick.Tick.
Mike’s gaze on the clock was unwavering, his pencil dropping out of his hands unbidden as he made peace with his situation. Another D, another flubbed test, another step away from college. He put his head in his hands and waited for the bell to ring.
“Pencils down.” Ms. Ricci stepped through the rows of seats, taking up each completed test. When she reached Mike, she gave a small look of sympathy, “Mike, stay back after class please.” He nodded numbly, not wanting to drag this out any longer. She stepped away, ignoring the looks of the other students, male and female alike burning into her back, and collected the rest of the papers.
One by one the students left the room until it was just Mike standing there alone with Ms. Ricci. She called him over, leaning back on her desk, her legs crossed at the knee, “How do you think you went today Mike?”
“Ms. Ricci, I…”
“Catherine, please.”
“Catherine, I…” He sighed, “Not great.”
She frowned, not unkindly, “Mike… you’re a good student, and I understand you’re a good quarterback. But this is not going to help you, you need to pass these classes, otherwise you will not get into college!”
“I know!” He grunted in frustration, “Whatever, I need to get to work.” He grabbed his bag and stormed out of the room.
“Mike, wait!” She held out her hand then dropped it sadly when he walked out the door, “Shit.”
***
“Does she think I don’t know that?” He kicked at a rock on the pathway, grumbling to himself, “I’m not failing ‘cause I like to…”
The door to the restaurant opened with a ring, Mike stepping through and took off his coat. A large man came through from the back, sauce stains on his apron, “Mike! You’re late, did something happen?”
He shook his head, “Just got held up at school, nothing major. Sorry I’m late Mr. Atoli.”
The older man shook his head, “Don’t worry about it kid, no one’s come in tonight yet anyway.” He shook his head as Mike put his apron on, “You should be at home studying, not helping out old men with their dishes.”
Mike shook his head, “Can’t afford not to,” He smirked, “unless you’ll pay me to stay home?”
Mr. Atoli laughed, “I’m concerned kid, but even I can’t afford that.”
He smiled sadly, “Yeah, I know the feeling.”
It was 10 at night by the time he finished, waving wearily to Mr. Atoli and stepping out into the night, the cold biting into him. While he walked, he thought about Ms. Ricci’s words, about his grades, about football, about college. “Something’s gonna have to give,” He sighed to himself as he pushed his door open, his room dismally cold and the rest of the house empty, his mother at her night shift, “But what exactly?”
When he sank into bed that night, it was like any other night, wondering exactly how the next day was going to end up.
***
“Hike!” The ball passed backwards into Mike’s hands, and suddenly it was as if the world was in slow motion. He could see everything all at once - Santos making a direct line for the end zone, but two players well on their way to intercept. Garry pushing his way through the defense, but with too many around him to consider it a safe pass. And finally, Red moving along behind the defensive line, but with no one making their way to block him, a perfect opportunity. They made eye contact just as the ball left his hand; sailing through the air and into Red’s outstretched hands. He pivoted on the spot and sprinted for the end zone, the others making their way to block for him. He sailed over, planting the ball into the ground and whooping in victory, Mike slamming into him and lifting him in the air.
“Beautiful catch man!”
Red looked down at him, grinning ear to ear, “Beautiful catch? Fucking beautiful throw, baby!”
The whistle blew and they looked over to the coach, himself wearing a wide grin, “Alright ladies, that was a great play all around. Hopefully we can do the same thing next week against River High. For now, hit the showers.”
Mike trapped Red in a headlock, dragging him towards the locker room. He would have done that the whole way as well if he hadn’t felt the finger on his shoulder. He jumped, looking backwards into Ms. Ricci’s eyes, she smiled softly, “Nice playing out there, do you mind if we talk after you’ve freshened up?”
He stammered, “Uh, I… Yeah, sure.”
“Great!” She smiled, with teeth this time, “I’ll just be waiting in here.” She pushed the door open to the women’s locker room, unused today, and disappeared inside.
He would have continued staring after her if Red hadn’t rubbed his cheek against his and purred, “Oooo, getting a little special treatment from Ms. Ricci, eh?”
He laughed, “Fuck you, asshole. Get off me!” He started shoving Red towards the showers, ignoring his flailing limbs.
“Oh Mike, you’re just too big and strong. How will I ever get over you?”
“Shut up!”
Once he had showered and dried off, he left the locker room, trying to ignore Red’s kissy faces, but finding a smile on his face nonetheless. When he got to the women’s locker room he paused at the door, trying to prepare himself for the inevitable lecture that he was going to get.
“It’s not her fault you’re failing.” He said to himself, “She’s just trying to help out. That’s all.”
Sighing to himself, he pushed the door open. There she was, looking elegant even in a setting as drab as a locker room. Her hair up in a bun, her shirt and skirt completely free of creases, her green eyes sparkling behind her glasses. She looked like she’d stepped right out of a magazine and into a high school. He cleared his throat as he entered, “Hi, Ms. Ricci…”
She smiled, “I keep telling you to call me Catherine.”
“Right, yeah, Catherine. Sorry it’s just… weird calling a teacher that.”
She shook her head, “It’s ok, take a seat.”
He sat down on the bench, she took a seat next to him, “Now, tell me what’s on your mind.”
He looked at her, “On my mind?”
She nodded, “Yes, I’ve already told you what I’ve been thinking. I just realized yesterday that I’ve never actually asked what is going on with you, just lectured you about how you’re failing.” She frowned, “I’m sorry about that.”
He sighed, “It’s fine, it’s… you didn’t do anything wrong.” He ran a hand through his still damp hair, “It’s everything else.”
“Mike… I need you to tell me what’s going on. I need you to tell me how I can help.” She looked at him pleadingly, “Tell me what I can do.”
“There’s nothing you can do!” He gritted his teeth, “I can’t pass the tests because I can’t study. I can’t study because I have to work. I can’t stop work, because otherwise my family can’t afford rent!”
“What about football?” She shrugged as he looked at her. “Much as you don’t want to hear it, if you gave up football you’d be able to study.”
He shook his head, “I can’t. Even if I was as good a student as you seem to think I am, I’m not that good. I wouldn’t get a scholarship, and we wouldn’t be able to afford college otherwise. And even if it wasn’t that…” He looked up at her, a gleam in his eyes, “You saw me out there today, I was made for that. That feeling, that strength… I couldn’t live without it.”
He groaned and put his head in his hands, “I just… I just don’t know what to do. It’s all falling apart.”
She put her hand on his shoulder, squeezing softly, “Shhh, it’s ok… you’re just stressed out. It’ll be ok…” She squeezed harder, feeling up the tautness of his m
uscles under his shirt. She started to rub circles into his back, her hand travelling lower as she went, “It’ll be okay…” Her hand trailed past his side and onto his thigh, her hand squeezing lightly when she reached it.
Mike was frozen, his eyes wide beneath his hands, watching her hand with rapt attention, “M-Ms. Ricci?”
“Shh…” She slid her hand over and rubbed him through his pants, “Let me help you relax… ok?” He looked up at her, and the look on her face wasn’t forceful, it was looking for permission.
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