by KT Morrison
This was her second violation. In just one day. She knew she shouldn't do this. She knew how bad it was. Tyler didn’t say a thing and that was hot as could be. He didn’t care about the right thing. He didn’t respect her marriage, he just wanted her. Wanted to fuck her. It was so hot.
He walked her into his small bedroom and he lay her on her back on his bed, then his hands were working her buttons, opening her shirt. She put her hands over his, moved them and took over, she said, “Get my skirt.”
He slipped down her, his hands undoing the zip at the side of her long skirt. He pulled it down slowly, his hands tucked into the waist, bringing her panties and cable knit tights with it while she opened her shirt for him. He pulled her boots off, threw them on the floor and then peeled her bottoms right off, her tights turning inside out as they came off the tips of her pointed toes.
Jess sat up and opened her shirt and cardigan, pulled her arms out of them, threw them on the floor then unclasped her bra, felt the release of tension as the weight of them dropped. She flung it aside; she was completely naked now.
She lay back, felt her heart pounding with Tyler’s eyes on her. Seeing her naked in the daylight. She took her glasses off and put them on the table at the side of the bed, turned back to him and put her arms up over her head, exposed herself to him. She sucked her lips into her mouth and her legs rubbed together, her knees tightly pressed. His eyes on her felt like his touch and he had her little pussy sweating just standing there undoing his pants and looking down on her.
She lifted her knees as he dropped his pants, stepped out of them, that big thing of his bobbing between his legs, reaching out to her, the rounded flanged end of it plump and engorged, seeking out her wet interior. She let her knees part, fall to the side and she let him see her sex.
He got down on his hands and knees over her, his head dropped to her and she held his face gently between her palms, pulled his lips into her mouth, kissed him deeply and passionately.
She broke away, looked in his eyes, she said, “Wait.”
She pulled her purse over and brought out the bottle of lube she had bought. It was a weird moment, somehow strangely hot in its awkwardness. She opened the box, while he held himself over her, her eyes holding his gaze, her hands fumbling blindly, taking the bottle out, popping the cap open and then the flatulent sound of lubricant being squirted into her open palm.
She could see in Tyler’s face he wanted to say something but he just couldn’t find the words. She knew the feeling. There was so much she wanted to say to him. To tell him about how he made her feel. So many good things she’d like to tell him but she just didn’t have the nerve.
Her hand spread the lube on his hanging cock. She worked it gently up and down making him shudder and smile. She coated him, squirted another handful and then did it again getting right down to his thick base, even coating his scrotum, just in case.
“Be gentle,” she whispered as she smoothed the rest off her hand, spreading it across her mound, her fingers working through her own hot wet folds, pinching at her labia to make sure there wasn’t one tiny millimetre that was dry and unprepared.
“I will,” he said.
She said, “Seriously, be gentle, I mean it.”
“I will. I swear I will.”
“You hurt me.”
He kissed her, his hand grabbing at her neck and pulling her back, exposing her neck to his teeth. He bit her, sucked her, from her chin to her collar. His cock sunk into her ever so slowly, ever so good and slippery, her fingers holding his girth and gently guiding it inside her. He felt so amazing even though it stung like hell.
“Ah,” she gasped.
They made love so slowly, so quietly. He took her hands in his and pushed his big fingers through hers, laced them and held them up over her head while he kissed her collar, her chest, then down to the tips of her breasts. His warm mouth went over her hardened nipples and he pulled them gently with his lips while he made love to her.
He was true to his word. He was careful and deliberate. She told him, begged him to make her come and he did. He kissed her and held her, ran his hands through her hair and looked in her eyes. When she whimpered he would slow and let her do the work, let her move herself on the hardness he’d put deep inside her. That was how she did it. He looked in her eyes while they lay on their sides and she worked against him, felt him hold that thing for her, flex it and make it rigid, and she rocked on it until she felt something coming up inside her. She rocked harder and faster, pushing the pain away and finding that hard pleasurable lump buried in there somewhere and she held it in her mind, crushed it, squinting, like she wanted to turn it to diamond and then she exploded on him, looking deep in his eyes and gasping out, crying in pain and pleasure.
Tyler’s face trembled while he watched her come and he said, “Oh Jess, I’m going to come too,” and she said, “Come inside me,” and he did, that big cock shooting its hot seed all over her insides while she rode the edge of a fading but beautiful orgasm. She put her hand on his smooth young cheek and kissed him.
Jess asked Tyler, “What was your good news?”
They both lay naked on the twin bed in her guest room. Tyler was on his back, one hand behind his head laying on the pillow, his other arm wrapped right around her making her feel so safe, his big hand was draped over her waist. She felt so good pressed to him naked like that, she felt as young as he was. She felt like his girl. She had her face and her hands pressed against his muscular chest and had been watching the clock on his night table, counting down until she would have to leave and go pick up Andy.
He said, “I got a job today.”
She felt a dull dread, a blunt object stabbing into her insides. She had a sudden fear she would lose him.
“Oh, you did?” she said, still looking away from him. “Where?”
“Well, here for now. Online teaching. I can do it from my laptop.”
“Is that enough money?”
“Not yet. It’s not full time. It’ll lead somewhere.”
He wasn’t gone yet. She looked up at him, patted his chest, said, “You can stay here until you’re ready, don’t worry about that. If it takes longer it takes longer, right?”
“Pete would agree?”
“I’ll handle Pete. Just don’t worry about it, okay?”
“Okay.”
Her hand stroked his skin gently, her fingers tracing along the muscles of his chest and down his sternum. She felt guilty doing this. She was enjoying this too much.
“Do you think we could include Pete sometime. Would you be okay with that?”
He saw through her. “Somebody's feeling a little guilty...”
“Maybe.”
“Maybe?” he laughed, he shook her in his arm, shook her until she couldn’t help but smile. “You are such a bad girl, aren’t you?”
“Tell me I’m bad.”
“You’re so fucking bad,” he said, looking in her eyes.
He held her close and kissed her. Her hands went over him again, around his slim hard waist.
“You’re getting hard again,” she said.
“I could fuck you twenty-four-seven.”
She climbed up his hard body, threw a leg over him and straddled his hips. He felt like a horse underneath her. “You like fucking me?”
He looked up at her through half-lidded eyes, bit at his lower lip, said, “You are the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Let me look at you. Pete is insane to let me do this. I don’t ever want to stop.”
“Would you watch me fuck my husband?”
“No, I don’t want to.”
“You don’t think that would be hot?”
“I don’t like the idea of him with you.”
“He’s my husband.”
“I like these times with you,” he said and his hands went up her thighs until they touched her hips.
“Ohh,” she gasped. “I want you to share me.”
“Share you with your husband?”
She laughed, “Yeah, I w
ant that.”
“If I’m there what do we need him for?”
“Please.”
His hands went up over her belly, up her ribs and he covered her hanging breasts. “You want two men at once?”
“Oh, ah, yes.” He was hard again. She could feel his hot tool tapping the back of her thigh.
“Are you going to tell him about this afternoon?”
“Maybe we should keep this a secret.”
Tyler said, “This is just for us?”
“Don’t tell him.”
“I thought he didn’t care if we fucked?”
“He doesn’t. As long as I tell him. But not this way. Andy’s at Daycare, I should have picked him up already. He wouldn’t like that, so I can’t tell him. And this morning? ...With the boys home? ...Hoo boy.”
“What if we met in the middle of the night, down in the basement or something?”
She wagged her butt, felt her flesh pressing against his cock behind her. “Not when the boys are home. Ever. Ever again.” She reached behind her, stroked her hand down the wide underside of his sticky cock. “Fuck,” she exclaimed laughing, whipping her hair forward.
He laughed too, said, “What?”
“I want to go again so bad, but I’m hurting.” She let her head fall forward and touch his chest. Her hand still worked along his cock, pressing it along the back of her leg while she stroked it.
He kissed her, gently slapped her thigh, said very quietly, “Go on and pick up Andy.”
She sat back on him, let her hands run down his hard body, watched her small fingertips rake across his velvety skin. She bit her lip, she groaned, looked at the clock. “Ahh, shit. You’re right. I better go.” She slid herself off him and stood for a moment watching him as he lay there.
She shook her head then, searched around the floor for her clothes. She liked the way he watched her get dressed. She felt good about her body, felt pretty darn good about a lot of things right now. He watched her, didn’t say anything, watched her stand with her bare legs, turn her tights right side out, push her legs through them. She said, “Sorry, baby, you’re just so big.” Feeling a little guilty looking at him laying there, his cock hard, flopped across his hip. She got dressed, looked how late she was on the clock. She couldn’t leave him like that. She sat on the edge of the bed and put lube in her hand and she stroked him. He closed his eyes and she watched his body flex and strain as she pleasured him. She held him low with one hand then just quickly stroked his huge glans with her other shiny fist. She said, Tell me when you’re going to come. She didn’t want to have to change her clothes again. It didn’t take long and she pointed it up his chest and let him shoot another big wet load up across his own stomach. She kissed him, feeling much better for having done that. She made it to the daycare and she was only seven minutes late, but her heart was pounding in her chest and she’d ruined her panties with how wet she was.
20
Teacher Of The Year
Friday, November 18th
Pete worked alone, twisting wire into tree shapes that he was going to put behind the General Store next to the train yard. Like the elderly owner of the place had decided last spring he was going to grow a little orchard in his backyard. He and his wife could pick them in the fall, fill up some baskets, maybe make some pies for their kids and their friends. He’d have to figure out how to make the baskets and how to make little convincing apples to put inside them.
Pete could hear the boys upstairs. Tyler was cheering loudly, yelling, Petey yelling with him, playing some game on the Xbox. Andy was up there too, watching them, yelling out questions every once in a while. Little Petey would take the time to answer them, tell him how it worked.
He lifted his arms and let the Pennsylvania Legacy pass under them. It had a boom car and was pulling four coal carts along behind it. He’d left a few trains running on different tracks, just to keep himself company while he worked. He had the sleeves of his dress shirt rolled up, his suit jacket carefully laid over the arm of a chair on the far side of the room.
Big night tonight for the love of his life. Her third Teacher of the Year Award. Jess always passed it off like she was just popular. But it wasn’t that at all. He knew most of her friends, the teachers she worked with. She was different than them. Deep inside her, she had a true love for those kids and for her job. She, one hundred percent, believed in what she did; absolutely thought it was one of the most important things in the world. She was upstairs now, getting herself dressed, already worried and anxious. More so than he would have expected given this was her third time accepting one.
The last week had been strange. He suspected Jess had been breaking the rules again. Doing things she shouldn’t behind his back. That was so frustrating. She knew she was allowed—knew that if they had an opportunity it was okay, that she could fuck him—but she had to tell Pete all about it. Tell him every detail while they were alone and naked together.
The fact that he felt like she’d been with Tyler but hadn’t told him made him feel like she was making bad choices again. Being risky around the house. He hoped that didn’t mean that she was compromising the boys somehow. She wouldn’t do that though, right? Not his Jess. But she was so different now, wasn’t she? It was like he was a single dad trying to raise an unruly teenage girl. Was this what Jess was like when she was young? Was she bubbling; vibrating with sexuality? Or was his own inability to satisfy her all these seven years responsible for this sudden explosion?
He’d tried last week to be intimate with her but she shooed him off. He persisted, laying in bed at night, everyone in the house asleep. He slid his hand along her side and tried to get her in the mood. He went over her rump and scooped underneath headed for her warm sex but she hissed and it made her jump. She told him not to. Pete was convinced she was sore down there. He could guess what that meant. Just didn’t know why she couldn't tell him about it.
It was absolutely crazy that Tyler was still there. It was the fucking 18th of November. Sure he’s got a job. Using their internet to teach online. Not enough money to strike out on his own yet. Oh it will, it will soon, whatever. Fucking Tyler. At least he was being useful tonight, offering to watch the boys while they were out.
Pete checked his watch, saw that it was getting close to the time they should be leaving. He was excited for his Jess. This really was a big deal. The Superintendent there to present the award to her and three others, maybe four hundred in the audience. The first year she won, the Governor had even shown up, shook her hand and everything. It was semi-formal, they served wine and cheese. It wasn’t nothing, that’s for sure.
Pete shut it down, turning off some of the table lamps that lit up his little recreation of a better time. He watched the Pennsylvania Legacy chug along, heading for the tunnel that passed under his main line that would bring it to the switchyard. It had five wide squat cars with it, hogging the rail, passing along with tremendous power. He was bringing all the trains home for the night, putting them back in their yards. A quick slender American Flyer engine car bearing no load was crossing paths with the Legacy. He could have let it dart across, see if it would make it to the tunnel first, but he turned the dial, slowed it down. The Legacy powered past while the Flyer watched. The big coal trucks practically scraped the sides of the tunnel. Bet that was one happy tunnel. He kind of felt bad for that balding little Flyer.
Jess laid out a few towels on the bathroom floor. Had herself locked in again. Double locked; bedroom door and bathroom door. She was in her terry robe, naked underneath. It was so cold outside but she’d turned up the heat and brought a small space heater in with her, had it running for a half an hour.
She looked out the window at the grey street. Leaves gone now, the trees she loved so much in the summer were bare and dark, their jagged arms reaching up to scratch the sky. She pulled the curtain closed.
She had everything arranged, she figured. Had read the directions twice. Good old Walgreens again, the one out on North High Stre
et, her one stop shop for embarrassing items.
On the edge of the bathtub she had: distilled water she had heated in the microwave, a bottle of olive oil and a bottle of apple cider vinegar, a few feet of clear tubing (why was it clear?), a blue rubber bag that looked like a hot water bottle, a hook, a clamp, an Erica Jong paperback, and... oh, and an anal insert.
Her stomach growled long and low, creaking at the end, going up high like it was asking her a question. She hadn’t eaten all day. She’d also skipped dinner last night. She was empty, the lining of her stomach dry and sticking to itself. She couldn’t stop thinking about food. But she had to. There wouldn’t be anything worse than having an accident. She would be horrified. She would never recover.
She knelt next to the tub and she opened the bottle of vinegar and added a few shots to the distilled water and stirred it with the end of the tube. The mix went into the hot water bottle and it hooked on to one of the knobs for the shower. Then she popped an end of the tube into the bag, made sure the tube was clamped and... well, now the fun begins.
She untied her robe, shrugged herself out of it then tossed it up on to the sink. She was stark naked. She put the anal insert on to the end of the tube, dipped that into the olive oil then ran her middle finger along it, getting her finger nicely coated. Then that finger went behind her, between her cheeks and she soothed it around her sensitive little sphincter. She winced as she dared to pierce her tight ring, probe her finger inside her just a touch. Man, and that was just her finger.
She lay her back against the floor, on to the warm towels fresh from the laundry, smelling of soap. She brought her knees up to her chest and hugged them to her with an arm. She felt around down there, her eyes rolled up looking at the ceiling. She felt around, then pushed gently with the insert.
She bit her lower lip and snarled, felt the very odd sensation of being penetrated down there as the insert slid a few inches inside her. She let it go carefully, her hand hovering, but it stayed in place. The clamp was near the end of the tubing and she fumbled around to find it, then opened it very slowly, releasing the liquid into the tube.
