Depression and Teacher's Pet

Mrs. Veona was depressed that morning. Seriously depressed. Her husband had just left her (had been threatening to for some time but now it had finally happened.) So now she was alone. She was also, though she hated to admit it, horny as hell because her husband hadn't fucked her for a long time and she, being a faithful wife, hadn't seen to the problem herself. Her depression and frustration was overflowing into her work as well and she wondered if she shouldn't just have called in sick today. However, it seemed that fate had something else in store. That something else had a name: Mike Toliver.

Mike was a bit of a geek. He was short and a little skinny, not an athlete by any stretch of the imagination, but very smart. He was someone that Mrs. Veona could talk to, if she had a mind to, and right now she did. She sat at her desk. Her classes that day ended early and she was about to pack up and leave for the day, maybe to drown her sorrows in a couple bottles of wine, when Mike entered the room timidly.

"Excuse me," he said, "I have that report you wanted. I know it's due in a few days, but I figured, since it was done..."

Mrs. Veona's mind and loins were beginning to entertain forbidden fantasies. She'd once heard a rumor that despite Mike's gangly appearance, he was hung like a freaking donkey. She wondered if the "little boy with the huge cock" was what he was rumored to be. He came inside to hand her the paper...and everything just poured out of her. She finally had someone to talk to, and the tears came. Mike, not knowing what else to do, found himself holding her. He didn't even know how it happened, but he was suddenly squashed against that massive soft rack that he'd entertained many fantasies about. Mrs. Veona knew it was inappropriate, but she didn't care at the time...and then she felt the bulge throbbing against her thigh.

Holy shit, she thought, if that whole bulge is really...all Mike...wow...maybe the rumors are true.

"Don't let that bastard get you down," said Mike nervously, "I wish...okay, I'm gonna say it and if it gets me in trouble, fine. I wish I was a little older and half-way handsome so I could steal you away."

Mrs. Veona actually blushed and unconsciously pressed against Mike's bulging pants...she wanted him...