Chris gets another A!

Morgan felt giddy every time she saw Chris enter her classroom or pass her in the halls. The longer she knew him, the greater her infatuation with him and his man-sized dick became. A week had passed since their last tryst, and each day it grew harder for her to control herself. Like before, she seemed hornier than he was.

She blamed it on her husband, whose skinny limbs and swelling stomach seemed every day like a bigger waste of her time. His thinning hair didn’t help, either, especially when compared to Chris’ long, flowing hair, thick and full, hanging over his shoulder like the hero of a romance novel. She wanted him to hold her close like the women on the covers of such books, and she wanted to have her own affair with him while praising his massive, masculine manhood.

The more she compared her husband to Chris, the angrier she became. The comparison was never kind, which was unfortunate, because up until she saw Chris’ dick, she had no complaints. Chris, however, always had her smiling now, and that was why she was so excited when he stopped in the hall around lunch time to show off the A he got on his history test. His pants were already tented in preparation, and it was all she could do not to jerk him off with everyone watching.

“Another A?” Her voice was high and sweet. Standing, Chris towered over her, but then most men did. Even then, he was tall for his age, and she knew from experienced how fit he kept himself. She swallowed. Keep it together, Morgan, she thought. She smiled. “Good job, Chris!”

They parted shortly after as the bell rang. Both of them were hesitant to leave each other, but Morgan knew that Chris would be bringing her prize--his prize--to her later. She was distracted for the next hour and even the hour after that, and then she was excited as the final hour of school began. I got nothing done, she thought to herself, though she wasn’t really that upset about it.

She started the tutoring session by meeting him at the door and cupping him through his pants. Rubbing him idly, she smiled while imagining a world where this was okay, where she could enjoy his dick every day. He seemed so distracted anymore, and her nipples were hard and her pussy raw from her arousal. Morgan undid his belt with one hand.

“Do you know what you want for a reward?”

Chris nodded frantically and gasped as his pants came open. Morgan, watching his face and mirroring his expression, gasped, too. Chewing her bottom lip, she pulled him out, and she stared him in the eyes as she stroked him. His cockhead was sticky with precum. She looked down to watch her tiny hand glide along his full length, and then she added her other hand. Hands around his root, he seemed impossibly long, and even now her fingers failed to meet around him. She thought, it’s actually kind of intimidating.

Stroking him, she held his sticky crown to her soft belly. The distance between them only served to emphasize his length. She cupped his hairless testicles and cooed. “Jeeze, Chris, I can’t get over how stinking big you are.” She smiled. “You have to be twice as long as my husband, and twice as thick, too.”

Grinning as he watched her stroke him, and feeling uncharacteristically confident, Chris asked, “W-what about my balls?”

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