The tutoring seems to be working, because Chris has another A!

Morgan spent a lot of time thinking about Chris at home. When she would masturbate, she would picture him there with her, helping her, and when she was with her husband, she would pass the time comparing the two of them. Each comparison favored Chris, and even the men on television whom she used to fantasize about failed to measure up to him. She imagined Chris larger than each of them and dismissed their good looks in favor of Chris’ youthful affection and massive endowments.

Such comparisons did not help her marriage. She still loved her husband, but each day found her attraction to him fading, displaced onto a well-endowed eighteen-year-old boy who had made it a habit to paint her face with semen every day after school. Which was part of the problem--her husband would never be bold enough to do the same. So, even if he were big enough to compete with Chris, which he was not, he could never win her back with his milquetoast personality. Chris was simply superior to Jared as a man, and Morgan had come to accept that.

In a way, that acceptance was liberating. It freed her to still love her husband and to appreciate him for what little he could do, and it simultaneously freed her to enjoy Chris and to indulge in all of the pleasure he offered her, student or not. The only problem left was that the more Morgan thought of Chris, the less she thought of her husband. She found it hard to talk with him anymore as anything she would have found interesting now seemed inconsequential next to Chris.

At work, Morgan had trouble focusing. She was still a good teacher, but every spare thought was given to Chris. He had started coming to her hard during the day, and while Morgan would reprimand him each time, she often rewarded the behavior. When she didn’t have time, Chris was graceful, waiting patiently until she did or waiting until the end of the day. He knew better than to ask her during class, though she sometimes wished he would. She had arrived late to her class last time, but she hadn’t gotten in trouble for it.

After school, a quick orgasm seemed to lead to improved focus in the young man, and the fruit of his labors appeared in the form of another A hovering in Morgan’s face. Morgan smiled at it. This time, he had gotten every question right. She hugged him around his muscular torso. “Good Job, Chris! I’m so proud of you!” Morgan laughed when she stepped back and found Chris bashfully undoing his pants. “Oh my, someone is in a hurry.”

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