Feeling of Victory, Part 3

Calhoun pulled the car up to a small brick building on nearly the complete opposite side of town from where Danielle lived. Danielle looked around as Calhoun turned off the car, and the pair both climbed out of the car. It was a quiet street, like most were in Amethyst Shore, and the brick building was a few stories high, probably a small apartment building.

“It’s no fancy mansion.” Calhoun joked as he headed towards the door, and Danielle laughed as she walked forwards to catch up with him. There was a man smoking outside, a thin, pale man with greasy black hair and ragged plaid clothes on. He gave Danielle a very hungry look as she walked past in just her skimpy old cheer uniform, and Danielle flushed, which was very unusual for her.

“Scram, Toby.” Calhoun snapped, and the man held up his hands peaceably and wandered off into the night, but not before giving Danielle one last very hungry look.

“Sorry about that.” Calhoun told Danielle as he opened the door for her, “Couple of weird types in this building.”

“You can’t control it.” Danielle shrugged, and she laid a hand on his thick forearm, and she gave him a wry look. “Thank you for being so chivalrous.”

Calhoun laughed.

“Yeah, chivalrous. That’s me.” he smirked to himself.

“More seriously, I am very grateful for you being willing to listen to me talk. Vent, really.” Danielle said more genuinely, and Calhoun wrapped an arm around her in a quick side-hug.

“It’s no issue. You may have grown up plenty, but you’re still someone I used to teach, and that makes your problems my problems. I’m always happy to help, especially when it’s a damsel in distress.” Calhoun told her charmingly. Then his hand lowered down to cup the bottom of her right lower cheek. Danielle looked at him with a small smirk on her lips, but she didn’t say a word, she just let him guide her to his apartment like that, until he had to let her go to get out his key.

Calhoun opened the door, and waved a hand for Danielle to enter first. She did, looking around curiously as she entered her former teacher’s apartment.

It was just a small studio apartment, and a messy one, at that. There was dirty dishes along the counter and in the sink. The table was covered in a combination of mail and porn magazines, and there were quite a few empty beer bottles around.

“Quite the bachelor’s pad.” Danielle remarked, and Calhoun shrugged.

“I’m not a very clean man, and there’s not usually anybody else to be bothered by my bad habits.” Calhoun said, completely unapologetic. “So, did you want to talk some more? Or were you just here in pursuit of better company?”

“I certainly am in better company than usual.” Danielle laughed, and she pulled out one of the two chairs at the small table and sat down. Calhoun claimed the other, and he looked at her.

“I just wish Jeremiah cared more about me than he did his job. Or Amy.” Danielle sighed.

“Are you jealous of Amy?” Calhoun wondered. Danielle hesitated. Was she? She’d been too busy being frustrated and angry she hadn’t given too much thought to jealousy.

“Maybe.” Danielle said uncertainly, “I don’t know. Mostly I’m just angry, I think. Angry that he thinks he can just ignore me whenever he wants, like I’m some toy he only picks up when he wants to play with me.”

“He sounds like an absolute moron, to be ignoring a woman like you. You’re not the sort to sit quietly at home and suffer the insult, are you?” Calhoun asked.

“I have been. For too many years.” Danielle sighed. “I should have done something like this a long time ago. Talked to someone about my feelings.”

“Are you considering divorcing Jeremiah?” Calhoun asked curiously.

Danielle looked at him, eyebrow raised.

“I feel like I’m getting a free therapy session.” Danielle joked.

“Maybe you needed one.” Calhoun shrugged.

“I just… I wish I felt like I did back in high school. Young, confident, powerful, sexy. Some days, I just feel like an unattractive housewife.” Danielle shook her head. Calhoun laughed, loudly and incredulously.

“You? Not feeling sexy? Danielle Holland, you are one of the absolute sexiest women I’ve ever had the good fortune of meeting.”

“Flatterer.” Danielle huffed. Calhoun leaned forwards and put his hands on her thighs beneath the table, his thumbs caressing the soft skin.

“I’m not just flattering you. I’m telling you the truth.” Calhoun swore.

“Oh yeah? What’s the truth, then?” Danielle challenged.

“If you think you’re ready, I’ll tell you.” Calhoun smirked.

“I’m ready.” Danielle rolled her pretty bluish-green eyes.

“Alright. Well, here’s the truth then. When I saw you today, dressed like that, I had never seen something so sexy. Everything about you is sexy. Your golden blonde locks, your gorgeous and unique teal eyes. Not even mentioning those fantastic tits you’ve got, or your sexy curves, those delicious child-bearing hips, your sensational ass. Your tantalizing thighs.” Calhoun told her feverishly, and when he mentioned her thighs, his hands slid up those thighs, and Danielle’s breath hitched as his hands rose up very nearly to the point of no return.

“Tell me more.” Danielle purred. She was feeling a very familiar warmth, well, one that had once been very familiar, but these days she’d only had it a few times with David and Evan, and, shameful as it was to admit, with Jace.

Nothing like she’d had back in her younger days.

“If you insist. This angle, though… not the best.” Calhoun said rather pointedly, and it was Dani who sprung into action, moving quickly up to her feet and then around the table, and she sat down on the edge of the table. Her curvy ass covered the porn magazine laying there, leaving poor Cheyenne Cannons without a visible head.

“Better?” Danielle asked him, and Calhoun’s hands rubbed idly along Dani’s thighs, and he nodded, looking up at her.

“Much better. Now… where was I?” Calhoun asked with a grin on his face.

“You were telling me how sexy I am.” Danielle reminded him with a wink.

“Right, right.” Calhoun pretended to remember. “You look incredibly sexy no matter what you’re wearing… doubly so if you’re not wearing anything, I’d imagine. I had you for senior-level math, fifth class of the day. I’ll never forget what class I had you in, because it was one of my favorite classes I’ve ever taught. You were such a sexy young woman, and you’ve matured like the finest of wines. You were 18 years old and ready to take on the world, and be a total slut doing it. You were so tight and firm, and not to mention fertile looking. I’m not surprised you had three kids, I'm more surprised you didn’t have more, though I imagine that’s your husband’s fault, as you are perfect, not just for bearing children, but for raising them. Your daughter Daisy? Well, both your daughters, but I know Daisy better. Daisy reminds me a lot of you, Danielle, in all the best possible ways. You did an excellent job with both your girls, and I’m sure you did great with your son, too.”

“Mmmm. Prove it. Prove to me you think I’m sexy.” Danielle moaned, and Calhoun slid his hands up high enough to slip under the fabric of her skirt, and Danielle’s gorgeous eyes watched him eagerly as his hands kept sliding up, only to be met by bare skin. His hands slid to the insides of her thighs, and his fingers brushed her wet entrance. Danielle shivered in pleasure at the sensation, and Calhoun smirked. He took his hands away and they went to the button of his pants, quickly unbuttoning them and unzipping the zipper. Calhoun pulled down his boxers and let his thick black cock spring up so Danielle could behold it.

“Is that proof enough? You’ve been keeping me rock hard all night.” Calhoun told her fiercely, and Danielle’s pretty eyes were locked onto the sight before her. “The thought of you kept me rock hard in class several years of my career, and just when the thought of you might be slightly fading, your little sister came into my classroom, looking just like you, though she didn’t have your sexy eyes. Then after your sister came your daughter, then your other daughter… I thought of your sexy little body every time I saw any of their sexy bodies. It was incredibly hard to hold myself back, and any man has his moments of weakness.”

“You… did you hold yourself back?” a distracted Dani mumbled.

“Not always.” Calhoun said, leaving Dani with quite the question in her head, but then he stood up, and her eyes moved swiftly after the thick cock before her, which was now pointing home between her thighs. Calhoun put his hands on her thighs and spread them, then stepped closer so the very tip of his cock was brushing at her wet lips.

“Fuck.” Danielle whimpered as Calhoun wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, using his grip to slowly slide his cock up and down her slit, never sliding deeper, just teasing apart her rapidly dampening lower lips.

“Your blonde hair, clenched tight in my fist. Your big tits bouncing and slapping together. Your ass red from where I smacked it over and over again. Your legs wrapped around me. Your head thrown back as you screamed in pleasure. Even so far as to imagine you swollen up with my child. I dreamed about all of those things, Danielle Holland. And now… I have you here to do those things to you.” Calhoun said hungrily, and he looked at her just like Toby had looked at her out front: with absolute, unbridled, wanton desire.

And Dani loved it. Seeing desire like that… well, she’d seen it on the faces of several teen boys recently, but this was different. Calhoun was a grown man, and the desire coming from his eyes… she wouldn’t say it meant more, but it validated her in ways that the teens’ lusts didn’t.

She couldn’t believe she was doing this, sitting on her former teacher’s table with her legs spread, having his fat cock rubbing up against her soaking wet entrance. His recounts of her sexiness and its’ effect on him had really gotten Dani’s motor running, and she knew it was so wrong, but she was absolutely soaked.

Her teacher had really let himself go in the twenty years since she’d been in high school, living in this shitty, incredibly messy apartment, for one, but also physically. He’d gotten pretty fat, and of course age hit everyone in time. Yet, despite Calhoun’s age, his cock remained big and very, very hard.

Good.

She knew it was wrong, she knew she was going to cheat on her husband. Again. And she just didn’t care. Not while she suspected her husband of fucking around with their son’s best friend. Actually, no, forget Amy. This wasn’t payback for that sexy young girl. This was payback for all the years he’d left Dani alone.

Danielle Holland wasn’t alone tonight, and she didn’t give a damn where her husband was or what he was doing, just like all the nights that he hadn’t given her a second thought.

“Do it.” Danielle moaned, and Calhoun roared in triumph, driving his hips forwards. Dani’s instant moan of pleasure mixed with his roar, the sounds overlapping as Calhoun began brutally pounding Danielle.

She clung tightly to him, her arms wrapped around his broad shoulders. He wasn’t as long as David was, but he was so much thicker! She felt like she was being fucked by a tree trunk.

Her head lolled back, and her eyes were rolling back in her head, and they’d only just barely started.

“I always thought you’d be able to take it better.” Calhoun grunted with a chuckle.

“I- I never thought you’d be this thick!” Dani shrieked, making Calhoun throb inside her and grin proudly.

His hips slapped hard against hers, and his hands pawed roughly at her tits. Marcus Calhoun was not a gentle lover, not at all. It made Danielle feel a lot better about how her nails were digging into the skin around his shoulders. As he fucked her brutally, he leaned her top half back and his head leaned down to reach her tits.

She expected him to suckle on her nipples, maybe, she did not expect him to start slobbering all over them. Some suckling happened, for sure, but he was also licking and kissing and slobbering like crazy, leaving Dani’s tits glistening wet when he drew back, smug. Danielle loved the **** on her tits, and something in her eyes must have tipped him off, because he smirked and dived back in to the glorious globes on her chest. Her hands came up and grabbed the back of his head tightly, but he was undeterred, if anything he was spurred on.

Dani’s pale legs were thrashing about, her feet scrabbling against his back to try to find something solid to rest on, but she couldn’t keep them steady. Calhoun’s mouth came down on Danielle’s and they kissed fiercely while Dani’s pussy got slammed into.

She delighted in the kiss, and their tongues wrestled playfully. Calhoun had so much experience with this, and it was like he knew everything about her, too.

He knew that touching the soft skin of her inner upper thighs drove her crazy.

He knew that she loved getting smacked on the ass during sex, and he gave it a few solid slaps, having to lift her up off the table to do so.

He also knew how sensitive her neck was, and ravaged it with kisses, nibbles, and sucks.

She figured most of it was guesswork, but he was nailing all of it.

“Fuck the table. Take me to bed.” Dani gasped, and Calhoun was happy to oblige. He lifted up the blonde woman, with her still speared on his cock, and walked over to the bed, where he dropped onto the bed, pinning her beneath him.

Dani moaned loudly as his cock sank a little deeper inside her. He’d seriously shoved apart her walls, he could tell, as she was much tighter at the start of this, but now he was fucking her much easier.

Calhoun was enjoying himself immensely when Danielle orgasmed suddenly, and then his enjoyment only increased. Her curvy body arched up against his thick body, and he squeezed her tighter to him, keeping her body arched as she writhed in pleasure. When Dani had finished, he let her go and she fell back onto the mattress, breathing hard. She was sweaty, her cheer uniform was all in disarray, and her beautiful blonde hair was a mess. Her gorgeous face was flushed with exertion, and he even saw she’d been drooling in pleasure.

Calhoun pulled her her uniform off of her, revealing the rest of her flawless body to him. Her tits were already a little red from where he’d been groping them hard through the cheer uniform, and he didn’t intend to stop groping them.

Nor did he intend to stop fucking his favorite former student.

———

Amy Blackson looked over at Jeremiah Holland as he drove her back to his house, where she’d left her car.

“Thank you for taking me back, Mr. Holland.” Amy smiled.

“Oh, don’t mention it. It was no trouble at all.” Jeremiah smiled, and he reached over to pat her thigh, which made Amy giggle.

“You know, I think you are an absolutely wonderful young woman.” Jeremiah said a few minutes later, and Amy looked at him, blushing.

“I’m serious. You’re so warm, and loving, and caring… and beautiful.” Jeremiah murmured as he pulled into the driveway.

“You think I’m beautiful?” Amy whispered, her cheeks still red. Jeremiah put the car in park, and he looked over at her.

“I do.” he said firmly, and then he leaned over and kissed her. Amy gasped in surprise, then she put her soft hands on Jeremiah’s cheeks and kissed him back.

When Jeremiah drew back, Amy’s green eyes were fluttering and a small smile was on her lips, but it quickly vanished.

“Oh! We… we shouldn’t have done that. You’re married to Mrs. Holland, and you’re Jace’s dad, and-” Amy started to panic, but Jeremiah made a shushing noise, and he reached over to rub her shoulders comfortingly.

“It’s OK, honey. I know there’s quite a few reasons we shouldn’t do it, but… like I said, I think you’re amazing, and, if you’re willing, I’d be very happy to do more with you.” Jeremiah said.

He was unprepared for the curvy girl in his passenger seat to lunge at him. She threw herself up against him and they kissed. Jeremiah’s arms wrapped tightly around her, pulling her up into his lap as they kissed, and she was only too happy to sit there.

“I’ve been wanting this for so long.” Jeremiah groaned into Amy’s full lips, and Amy wrapped her arms around his neck. “Come on. Let’s go somewhere a little comfier than my car.” Amy nodded. They both climbed out of the driver’s side, Amy first, then him, and when Jeremiah climbed out, he realized how stupid that was. He looked around worriedly to see if anyone was around or looking out through a window but he couldn’t see anyone. He took Amy by the hand, which made her giggle, and then he led the curvy ginger inside. The second he closed the front door, he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her hard against him. Amy’s lips met his happily, and his hands roamed down to squeeze her round ass.

Her body was so soft, not an ounce of hard tone anywhere. She was short enough she had to tilt her head all the way back to kiss him, and he didn’t want her to hurt her neck, so he lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist, which made Jeremiah groan against her mouth. He cupped her butt with both hands, holding the sexy young girl up as they kissed feverishly.

Jeremiah began to slowly walk towards the stairs, Amy still wrapped around him, and he took one hand off her ass to find the railing of the stairs, and he climbed up the stairs slowly, not willing to let Amy go for even a second.

He carried her into his bedroom, and closed the door behind him, locking it.

Only then did he set Amy down, and she was flushed when he drew back from the kiss. She fanned her face adorably, and Jeremiah kissed her forehead thoughtlessly.

“Wow.” Amy breathed, and Jeremiah smiled.

“It was amazing.” he agreed. “You’re amazing.”

Amy’s smile was bright, and it made her gorgeous face even prettier.

“So… you know we’ll have to keep this secret, right?” Jeremiah asked. Amy nodded.

“We don’t want Jace or Mrs. Holland to find out.” she affirmed. Jeremiah felt relieved. Amy sometimes came across as very naive, so he was glad she had the same thought as him on this.

Jeremiah was **** to get more of Amy, but… he also didn’t want to rush her. She was still very inexperienced, and while he definitely wanted to be the one to teach her, they’d also only kissed properly for the first time tonight. Too much, too fast could scare her away, and there was a LOT he wanted to do with her.

“Do…” Jeremiah sighed. “Do you need to be heading home?”

Amy looked at her watch, considered it a little bit, then looked back up at him.

“I’m good to stay a while longer… if you don’t mind me staying.” Amy bit her lip. Jeremiah walked forwards, grabbed Amy by her thick, curvy hips and kissed her fiercely. Amy melted into his arms, kissing him back immediately.

“Of course you can stay. Dani’s staying over at Rachel’s tonight anyways.” Jeremiah groaned, “You can sleep over if you want, frankly.”

Amy smiled shyly, but she nodded. A huge grin split Jeremiah’s face, and he leaned down to kiss her again. She was so eager when she kissed back that it sent fire through Jeremiah. He and Amy kissed for a long time, and they soon found themselves staggering over to the bed, the two of them laying down, Amy on top of Jeremiah, her luscious body fully explorable by his hands for the first time. Amy gasped adorably each time Jeremiah would squeeze her ass, so he did it frequently. She made a wide array of cute noises, particularly when Jeremiah’s hands landed on her tits. Then she’d gasp and whimper and her breath would hitch, she’d squeak in pleasure.. all sorts of fun noises.

It was Jeremiah who ended the kiss, flipping them over so Amy was pinned beneath him on the bed, her green eyes wide and locked on him. He felt incredibly powerful as his hands reached down and found the hem of Amy’s shirt.

Amy swallowed as Jeremiah began lifting up her shirt, and she looked shy, but she held up her arms to help him get her shirt off her. Jeremiah’s eyes devoured her tits in their white bra. It wasn’t anything fancy, but Amy’s fat very large tits were breathtaking. He hastily unhooked her bra and tossed it aside, revealing her pale, milky white breasts, the tops of which had a dusting of freckles. Jeremiah leaned down and kissed Amy’s plump boobs, and he loved the strangled gasp that burst from her lips as his tongue trailed towards the sensitive areola, across it, and then to her rock hard nipple, which he began suckling on.

Amy’s hips arched up against his stomach as he suckled from her breast, and her arms wrapped around him. Jeremiah’s hands didn’t sit idle, either, they came up to caress Amy’s thick hips as her gasps and moans filled the room.

Jeremiah switched boobs and repeated the motion, loving how Amy was squirming in pleasure, her moans loud, but hopefully not loud enough to attract his children. He had no idea if they were home yet, and while he didn’t want to be caught, he cared very little about where his children were right now. The important thing was the young woman whose nipple he had in his mouth.

Jeremiah was rock hard at this point, his cock feeling trapped at the restraint of his pants, and he hastily unbuttoned his pants, not taking his mouth off Amy’s thick nipple.

“Whaaa-” Amy moaned dumbly, her eyes glazed from pleasure.

Jeremiah pulled down his boxers and let out a sigh of relief as his cock sprung free. He felt his shaft brush against the soft skin of her leg, making both him and Amy startle.

“Sorry.” Jeremiah rasped around Amy’s nipple, “Didn’t mean to have it rest on your leg. It just needed some air.”

“I feel like that about my boobs sometimes when I wear a bra too long.” Amy mumbled, and Jeremiah nodded, bouncing Amy’s tit up and down with his lips as he did so.

“Exactly like that.” he said, and went back to suckling, and the sexy ginger didn’t seem to have any complaints with Jeremiah’s cock rubbing against her thigh while he did so.

“Is-” Amy panted, “How-, do- do you want help with that?”

Jeremiah’s heart rate sped up.

“Yes.” he groaned gutturally, “Yes, please. Help me out.”

Jeremiah moved off of Amy so he was sitting on the bed, his rock hard cock sticking up looking at Amy. She swallowed when faced with his big, veiny one-eyed monster and sat up, her amazing pale tits jiggling.

Amy’s soft hand reached out and Jeremiah groaned, low and long, as her impossibly soft hand closed around his shaft. His hands clenched the sheets as he ogled Amy openly, drinking in her body while her hand worked his cock. She was clearly unskilled, and her movements were erratic, but the taboo of it was hurtling Jeremiah closer and closer to his explosion. Amy’s soft hand was just speeding the inevitable along, her fingers sliding along the thick shaft and prominent veins.

“Amyyyyy.” Jeremiah groaned, and her cheeks flushed hotly at the sound, but her hand sped up. Jeremiah’s mouth lolled open as Amy’s tits started jiggling from the fervor of her jerking him off. She was flawless, a queen among women, a goddess among mortals.

“Is that good?” Amy asked in a soft whisper, and all Jeremiah could do was nod and cum.

Her beautiful boobs took the brunt of the explosion, as ropes of Jeremiah’s cum landed on them, but in his defense, they were huge targets. Some of it landed on her stomach, and the rest were on her hand and forearm.

“Fuck.” Jeremiah groaned in pleasure, but Amy barely heard him, she was looking down in amazement at the cum she was covered in.

“I… I should go get cleaned up.” Amy blushed. “Then, are you still OK with me staying over?”

“Of course. You and I can snuggle.” Jeremiah smiled, happier than he’d been in a long time. Amy giggled and got up to go clean off Jeremiah’s cum.