Chris wanted to fuck.

Chris, blushing, said, “I-I was thinking that since I got an A, maybe we could fuck?”

“Language,” Morgan said absently, but she watched his crotch with open, animal interest. When his limp cock came into view, she cooed. “But yes, of course, we can have sex if you like. It’s your A, so you’ve earned it.” Taking him into her hands, she cradled him and stroked him as he swelled rapidly into a full length. Then, she moaned. “Gosh, Chris, I don’t even know how you fit into me!” Smiling up at him, she mewled. “Mm, but I guess we’re going to find out soon, aren’t we?”

Chris nodded dumbly as Morgan stroked him with open affection. They watched each other, Chris throbbing in Morgan’s soft hands, and Morgan marveled at his size and warmth. This has been going on for weeks now, and neither could quite fathom their situation. Morgan remained infatuated with Chris and completely astonished to learn that a boy could be so well-hung. Chris, in turn, used his youth to advantage to stay hard even after climax or otherwise recover quickly enough to keep her impressed.

Leaning forward, Morgan breathed him in and kissed his cock root. Even without a thicket of dark pubic hair to gather his sweat, his crotch remained musky. She showered him with affection as she breathed it in, letting it fuel her want. She was wet for him from the moment she woke up that morning, but sniffing and tasting him left her hooded and wanting. Being a small woman, Morgan wanted herself as horny as she could be to accommodate his size and youthful exuberance.

Morgan kissed his sculpted belly while stroking him. “Though, if you want to have sex as a reward, then I’m a bit overdressed, aren’t I?”

Chris nodded gently.

Giggling, Morgan released him and stood. She held him by his shoulder when standing before him, and the size difference between them turned her on even more. Smiling up at him, she undid and shimmied out of her pants as he stared, and she had to swallow her laughter as his dick twitched and dribbled at the sight of her panties.

As a teen, Morgan would have been ashamed by the wet spot that had formed in the crotch of her panties. She would have been equally ashamed of how the fabric seemed to hug her smoothly shaven peach. Now, however, she took pride in Chris’ gaze and in his arousal. She caught him staring and pulled her panties tight to the contours of her vulva, giving him an open invitation to stare at her arousal and to appreciate it like she did. “Wow, look at that! I’m soaking down there. Here, feel,” she said, taking him by the hand and guiding him to his privates.

She pressed his fingers against her vulva and let him feel the warm slickness of her arousal. Chris followed blindly, cupping her and squeezing without reason. Morgan cooed, grinding his fingers and biting back a more impassioned moan as she slid along his long, thick digits. They are not yet a man’s fingers, but already they are strong and beyond adequate. Like the rest of him, she was sure they would ripen further with age but already found them incomparably pleasing.

Moving closer to him, Morgan felt his long shaft slide against her wrist and wet her flesh. She smiled and took hold of him, pulling his leaking cock to her belly and holding it there. She lifted her blouse next, showing off a violet bra that hugged her small, perky breasts. She filled out an A-cup only, but her nipples showed through the sheer fabric of her bra, announcing her arousal to him. Chris legitimately thought she was the most beautiful woman in the whole world.

Her bra came next, revealing her pink, erect nipples. Their vibrant color made them almost glow on her pale, unblemished breasts. She smiled when Chris twitched against her belly, gushing fresh precum against her. Taking hold of him, she cooed and stroked him against her stomach with a laugh. “Oh yeah, there we go. There’s my big man, all ready to penetrate me. Be careful, though, baby, we don’t want to come too early, do we?”

Chris fucked her hands. “Sorry,” he breathed.

Morgan stared at his flexing body in awe. “No,” she whispered. “Don’t be. It’s actually very flattering.” She spread his copious precum out across his red crown and swollen shaft. His precum alone was thicker and stickier than her husband’s messiest orgasm, and it warmed her palms as she touched it. Staring down at his slippery shaft, she smiled at the thought of him filling her. “Besides,” she said, “We need all the lubricant we can get for this monster. Speaking of which…”

Biting her bottom lip, she removed her hands from him long enough to step out of her panties. Chris removed his hand, too, and watched her neatly trimmed pussy come into view. Morgan wore her pubic hair short and had just trimmed it the night before so that her wet lips would be on display. Standing before him, she can feel herself open in preparations. Her thighs are wet with her arousal and her labia already slightly parted in expectation. She took hold of his shaft again and, guiding him with two hands, led him to her desk.

“We’ll do it here,” she said in growing excitement, and she smiled at him over her shoulder. “Remember go slow but go deep. I want to feel every inch of you inside of me, Chris.” Chris nodded absently, his eyes fixed on her soft, flexing ass cheeks as she walked. When she turned, his gaze found something else to latch onto. He couldn’t pull his eyes from her glistening cleft as she climbed onto the desk and held her legs apart. Still holding him, she pulled him toward her and lined him up. Then, lifting his gaze by the chin, she smiled at him. “Are you ready?”

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