Married Certinha gave in to the bad student
Good evening, everyone. After reading a lot of stories around here I decided to tell my story as well maybe it's a bit long but I prefer to do with minute details because hopefully you will enjoy the readings just as much as I have enjoyed performing and also writing them
First I'll introduce myself, using the name Fernanda since my real name will be hidden is logical. I am 34 years old and in fact not married on paper but we have been living together for 6 years and altogether we are 16 with two small children of 3 and 4 We always had a good relationship and what I want to report here did not happen because there was no love or affection from my husband
I'm a normal woman, normal in the sense that my physical type is not of any model; I have white skin, light brown hair and eyes, wavy hair down to shoulders, 1.69 meters tall with 59 kilos, small breasts, wide hips, thick legs, and big butt but not those large round ones from gym.
As I said, we've always had a good relationship. Besides being married to each other, our financial situation is also very stable and we are independent; my husband is an entrepreneur and I work in the public school system as a teacher but I am not a teacher so I have many contacts with problem students who repeat their problems or end up crossing boundaries with teachers or other pupils - most of them teenagers aged 16-18.
Anyway, last year I met a student who had been having relationship problems. He was fighting with everyone, disrespecting teachers and so on until there is nothing more than what I always saw in my daily life.
I don't know if you guys have any idea what a public school is like in practice, how they treat technicians like me. The teachers think they're gods, most of them are doctors and we aren't anything but with these visits from this student I started to feel more important. We talked about many things and he told me mainly his life: what is the family like?
In one of these conversations, he was telling me about how his father abused him and the brothers, but then other students came in with problems, and we had to interrupt our conversation, which is when he asked that I add him on Skype so we could continue this discussion later.
I ended up adding him, and after a couple of days we ran into each other online and started chatting. And so we were talking.
Until one day when we were talking, he started asking for a picture of me. He said that he would love to see me in make-up and makeup because I didn't do it at school.
And he complimented me a lot, saying that I was beautiful and an attractive woman, and it felt good to do so. So then we met up on Skype again a few days later -- this one Saturday -- and after talking for awhile, he sent me a picture of the waterfall, which is more beautiful than any place I've ever been in before; he said he had gone there with some friends.
A few days later, one night during the week my husband was out playing with some friends and I went on Skype and started chatting to this boy. It didn't take long before he asked me for a picture again until after 11pm when he finally convinced me to send him a bikini photo
I did, and again he complimented me on it, said that I was hot. He read the whole thing, didn't know what to do, activated me, but then my husband came in,
After that, our conversations became more frequent. I'd come in almost every night and always leave gaps for him to compliment me on some of those occasions again send bikini pictures back to him and gradually we started talking about sex not having sex but our sexual lives and he told me he had a lot of experiences even because he grew up half alone and thinking it over concluded this boy has much more experience than I do at 34 years old
I was curious about him, and those conversations excited me. And I'd already been working on the idea of coming home and going to Skype with him even though my husband would be at home, so I went in but obviously controlled myself and had a discreet conversation with him.
So again, I walked in on a night my husband went to soccer practice and talked with him until almost midnight sent several pictures of me in bikinis praising myself drinking wine laughing and talking to him ended up sending photos of himself in his underwear wearing Bermuda shorts and did something that hadn't been done for many years before my husband came home ran into the bathroom masturbated thinking about this boy complimenting me and how good it was being lauded and desired because deep down inside I knew he wanted me.
But the next day I thought about all that, and for me it was already crazy to talk with a boy, send photos to him, moreover, get so excited by this thing that I masturbated myself.
But when I got home, I went on Skype and he had left me a message with this picture of him in his underwear holding the volume to one side looking slightly stiff, and there was a tip popping up saying that he'd loved chatting last night and if I wanted it would be online again.
I was apprehensive about it, but didn't go on Skype, so the next day I avoided him again. But that night, without restraint, while my husband slept,
I sent him pictures again, and he praised me a lot. I got excited and started touching myself once more. I took the courage to ask him to show me more but he wouldn't do it. He would send photos little by small of Bermuda shorts in his underwear sometimes loudly but always hidden.
The days went by, and came the end of year holidays, and we sometimes chatting, and I confess that getting excited with him, and then just at the beginning of the year happened to my husband traveling as my children were also on vacation, sent them home to my mother's house to be together with cousins. And obviously decided to Skype ready to masturbate with him again
We started talking, it was about 19h already I had arrived from the gymnasium and not even bathed. And went inside to talk with him and told me that my husband has traveled he began tormenting me saying that he wanted to see me in his clothes of gymnastics I asked him to see it. He wouldn't show me, but he would tease me and take off his Bermuda shorts...
So he was teasing me, I said that I hadn't even showered and then he told me before I went to show him...and came down but did not show it. He pulled the Bermuda shorts and underwear a little lower, showed part of them back up again
I froze at that, but thought about it and said no. That he was crazy to suggest such a thing, so I told him I'd go out and we would talk later.
I went to the bathroom, I was hot and wanted to touch myself but also wanting to look at him. I ended up masturbating but didn't enjoy it, which only made things worse.
I was thinking logically, but said no, and he left, saying that went to the market and then called me, I took a dose of amarula and started drinking, just in my pajamas around the house, waiting for him to come back and we talked more, so about 20 minutes later, he called me again, and said it was close to my street already, at this time I trembled, he spoke as if I would let him enter quickly,
I panicked, ran to open the gate and let him in quickly so no one would see. I asked if his mother wouldn't be worried if he was late. He told me that it wasn't a problem because she had warned her about going to market and could take an extra few minutes.
After we had a little chat in the foyer, I went into his room and told him that I was watching TV. When I turned to go he took my hand and said wait for me because he didn't come there to watch television.
I trembled at the time, he held my hand, made me turn to him and standing in the middle of the entrance, pulled me close to him, and came to kiss me, I had no way to hold on, and returned a kiss, then we were glued together with tongue-kissing, I was wearing shorts and pajama jacket, felt his hands embracing me, touching my back while we kissed each other upright, he would smooth my backs, and soon down pleased my ass, short was lightweight, it was easy for me to feel his hand squeezing my shoulders.
I stopped the kiss, moved away a little bit and told him to stop that it was , we had gone too far. He smiled and said he wanted me to be relaxed
He stood there looking at me, he said it's okay but that he was here to show me what I had gotten curious about on Skype and even though I told him I couldn't because it was late someone could have seen him come in the house he just laughed and told me if anyone saw you wouldn't know what he was doing inside. And since I asked so much on Skype then this is your chance to look at him
He pulled down his bermuda and stood with his underpants in the middle of the road, and saw that I was looking at him, he took a step forward, grabbed my hand again, and told me to stay still and enjoy watching him while he looked at me, put my hand on the edge of his pants, and with his hand over mine went pulling it down slowly, and I stared up and watched as he got naked, standing in front of me, forcing my hand down by pulling out his panties, and then his dick came out, killing my curiosity. It was this beautiful brown-skinned stick, nothing huge but bigger than the sea The, and mainly thicker, and with the head completely jammed.
I looked... faced him, without saying anything, he still holding my hand that was on the edge of his underwear, took it off and led towards his dick, I was out of myself, did not even answer, and left, held in him, this feeling, to hold a different stick, thicker, was warm, he looking at me, we approached each other and kissed again
I kissed him more willingly than at first, and my hand between the two of us, holding his tip as I squeezed it, feeling it thicker and harder every second he with both hands free passed through the cuffs of my blouse, and pulled them down, causing my jacket to drop halfway across my belly revealing my breasts which though small were showing how frightened I was
The tongue kiss turned into his kisses on my neck, I had already shivered even more without taking my hand off of his dick that I felt almost hard and I could no longer avoid making light movements poking him
He came down my neck and grabbed one of my breasts, without taking his hands off my butt. My boobs are small so it's logical that I could fit everything in his mouth, he stayed like this for a while, and the hand on my ass went to the edge of the shorts,
I told him to stop, that we couldn't go any further. He didn't say anything. Then he turned his back on me and pulled me against his body with my shorts down by the thighs.
And I was nervous about it, but I knew that I owed this to him. So I pulled him into the living room and as he walked along, I took off my shorts and I kept pulling on his dick looking at how beautiful it was.
He rubbed a little, and told me to settle on the couch, I said no, that would not fuck with him, it was already too much he said so at least let him have fun.
He insisted, said that since he was there we could go all the way. I told him no. That I wouldn't betray my husband.
He told me to stop being afraid, and he took my hand and again brought up his dick, and said look how hard it was, and we approached once more, face-to-face, and this time his hand touched on my eyelid
I couldn't take it and started punching him, at first lightly then faster..speeding up, so he asked me to punch him from the back. He wanted to make fun of my ass.
I'd jerk off to him, sometimes stop and put his dick between my thighs rubbing it on me making him feel like I was jelly. And with the other hand touching myself getting even crazier
Sometimes I'd rub it on the door of my bathroom sink, get too wet and leave his head soaked to death. And then punch him again while he was grabbing me by the ass saying that I was beautiful...
So I went ahead and leaned against the fireplace wall that we have in our living room, pulled him close to me, rubbed myself with my finger or his stick. It was like a hallucination of this rubbing.
I let out a groan, felt every inch of him inside me. It drove me crazy and he started to move even though I didn't want it to go on.
I walked away from him...with a feeling of guilt....I looked at him.....he was smiling, with the melatonin dick, my cock had left him all drooling and he punching himself asked to continue, I said no ...that we'd already done too much.
He started talking about how hot I was, that he'd been crazy. That he had loved sticking his dick in my pocket and wanted more.
He insisted that he wanted to do it again, I said no. That was crazy and shouldn't have happened in the first place. He told me it didn't matter.
Despite his protests, I crouched down in front of him and punched myself for it. I knew there was a risk that if he masturbated, the joke would be directed at my face... so I continued to avoid this
He passed his hand on my hair, said I was beautiful and asked me to kiss his dick. I told him no it's just a joke he insisted that it was only a kiss.
When I felt him gasp, I drew my body close to his cock. And when he poked me with a stick... it shattered its head on my breasts.
He laughed, moving the stick and I was still there crouched smelling his smell of sperm so I got up gave him a little handshake then went to the toilet for some paper cleaned myself and reached out to have it wiped off my dick and told him that he had to go because no one at school could ever suspect this.
I hope you've enjoyed this first part, and leave a comment on what you think about it.
I decided to divide it into chapters, so as not to be long and exhausting for the reader.
Kisses
First I'll introduce myself, using the name Fernanda since my real name will be hidden is logical. I am 34 years old and in fact not married on paper but we have been living together for 6 years and altogether we are 16 with two small children of 3 and 4 We always had a good relationship and what I want to report here did not happen because there was no love or affection from my husband
I'm a normal woman, normal in the sense that my physical type is not of any model; I have white skin, light brown hair and eyes, wavy hair down to shoulders, 1.69 meters tall with 59 kilos, small breasts, wide hips, thick legs, and big butt but not those large round ones from gym.
As I said, we've always had a good relationship. Besides being married to each other, our financial situation is also very stable and we are independent; my husband is an entrepreneur and I work in the public school system as a teacher but I am not a teacher so I have many contacts with problem students who repeat their problems or end up crossing boundaries with teachers or other pupils - most of them teenagers aged 16-18.
Anyway, last year I met a student who had been having relationship problems. He was fighting with everyone, disrespecting teachers and so on until there is nothing more than what I always saw in my daily life.
I don't know if you guys have any idea what a public school is like in practice, how they treat technicians like me. The teachers think they're gods, most of them are doctors and we aren't anything but with these visits from this student I started to feel more important. We talked about many things and he told me mainly his life: what is the family like?
In one of these conversations, he was telling me about how his father abused him and the brothers, but then other students came in with problems, and we had to interrupt our conversation, which is when he asked that I add him on Skype so we could continue this discussion later.
I ended up adding him, and after a couple of days we ran into each other online and started chatting. And so we were talking.
Until one day when we were talking, he started asking for a picture of me. He said that he would love to see me in make-up and makeup because I didn't do it at school.
And he complimented me a lot, saying that I was beautiful and an attractive woman, and it felt good to do so. So then we met up on Skype again a few days later -- this one Saturday -- and after talking for awhile, he sent me a picture of the waterfall, which is more beautiful than any place I've ever been in before; he said he had gone there with some friends.
A few days later, one night during the week my husband was out playing with some friends and I went on Skype and started chatting to this boy. It didn't take long before he asked me for a picture again until after 11pm when he finally convinced me to send him a bikini photo
I did, and again he complimented me on it, said that I was hot. He read the whole thing, didn't know what to do, activated me, but then my husband came in,
After that, our conversations became more frequent. I'd come in almost every night and always leave gaps for him to compliment me on some of those occasions again send bikini pictures back to him and gradually we started talking about sex not having sex but our sexual lives and he told me he had a lot of experiences even because he grew up half alone and thinking it over concluded this boy has much more experience than I do at 34 years old
I was curious about him, and those conversations excited me. And I'd already been working on the idea of coming home and going to Skype with him even though my husband would be at home, so I went in but obviously controlled myself and had a discreet conversation with him.
So again, I walked in on a night my husband went to soccer practice and talked with him until almost midnight sent several pictures of me in bikinis praising myself drinking wine laughing and talking to him ended up sending photos of himself in his underwear wearing Bermuda shorts and did something that hadn't been done for many years before my husband came home ran into the bathroom masturbated thinking about this boy complimenting me and how good it was being lauded and desired because deep down inside I knew he wanted me.
But the next day I thought about all that, and for me it was already crazy to talk with a boy, send photos to him, moreover, get so excited by this thing that I masturbated myself.
But when I got home, I went on Skype and he had left me a message with this picture of him in his underwear holding the volume to one side looking slightly stiff, and there was a tip popping up saying that he'd loved chatting last night and if I wanted it would be online again.
I was apprehensive about it, but didn't go on Skype, so the next day I avoided him again. But that night, without restraint, while my husband slept,
I sent him pictures again, and he praised me a lot. I got excited and started touching myself once more. I took the courage to ask him to show me more but he wouldn't do it. He would send photos little by small of Bermuda shorts in his underwear sometimes loudly but always hidden.
The days went by, and came the end of year holidays, and we sometimes chatting, and I confess that getting excited with him, and then just at the beginning of the year happened to my husband traveling as my children were also on vacation, sent them home to my mother's house to be together with cousins. And obviously decided to Skype ready to masturbate with him again
We started talking, it was about 19h already I had arrived from the gymnasium and not even bathed. And went inside to talk with him and told me that my husband has traveled he began tormenting me saying that he wanted to see me in his clothes of gymnastics I asked him to see it. He wouldn't show me, but he would tease me and take off his Bermuda shorts...
So he was teasing me, I said that I hadn't even showered and then he told me before I went to show him...and came down but did not show it. He pulled the Bermuda shorts and underwear a little lower, showed part of them back up again
I froze at that, but thought about it and said no. That he was crazy to suggest such a thing, so I told him I'd go out and we would talk later.
I went to the bathroom, I was hot and wanted to touch myself but also wanting to look at him. I ended up masturbating but didn't enjoy it, which only made things worse.
I was thinking logically, but said no, and he left, saying that went to the market and then called me, I took a dose of amarula and started drinking, just in my pajamas around the house, waiting for him to come back and we talked more, so about 20 minutes later, he called me again, and said it was close to my street already, at this time I trembled, he spoke as if I would let him enter quickly,
I panicked, ran to open the gate and let him in quickly so no one would see. I asked if his mother wouldn't be worried if he was late. He told me that it wasn't a problem because she had warned her about going to market and could take an extra few minutes.
After we had a little chat in the foyer, I went into his room and told him that I was watching TV. When I turned to go he took my hand and said wait for me because he didn't come there to watch television.
I trembled at the time, he held my hand, made me turn to him and standing in the middle of the entrance, pulled me close to him, and came to kiss me, I had no way to hold on, and returned a kiss, then we were glued together with tongue-kissing, I was wearing shorts and pajama jacket, felt his hands embracing me, touching my back while we kissed each other upright, he would smooth my backs, and soon down pleased my ass, short was lightweight, it was easy for me to feel his hand squeezing my shoulders.
I stopped the kiss, moved away a little bit and told him to stop that it was , we had gone too far. He smiled and said he wanted me to be relaxed
He stood there looking at me, he said it's okay but that he was here to show me what I had gotten curious about on Skype and even though I told him I couldn't because it was late someone could have seen him come in the house he just laughed and told me if anyone saw you wouldn't know what he was doing inside. And since I asked so much on Skype then this is your chance to look at him
He pulled down his bermuda and stood with his underpants in the middle of the road, and saw that I was looking at him, he took a step forward, grabbed my hand again, and told me to stay still and enjoy watching him while he looked at me, put my hand on the edge of his pants, and with his hand over mine went pulling it down slowly, and I stared up and watched as he got naked, standing in front of me, forcing my hand down by pulling out his panties, and then his dick came out, killing my curiosity. It was this beautiful brown-skinned stick, nothing huge but bigger than the sea The, and mainly thicker, and with the head completely jammed.
I looked... faced him, without saying anything, he still holding my hand that was on the edge of his underwear, took it off and led towards his dick, I was out of myself, did not even answer, and left, held in him, this feeling, to hold a different stick, thicker, was warm, he looking at me, we approached each other and kissed again
I kissed him more willingly than at first, and my hand between the two of us, holding his tip as I squeezed it, feeling it thicker and harder every second he with both hands free passed through the cuffs of my blouse, and pulled them down, causing my jacket to drop halfway across my belly revealing my breasts which though small were showing how frightened I was
The tongue kiss turned into his kisses on my neck, I had already shivered even more without taking my hand off of his dick that I felt almost hard and I could no longer avoid making light movements poking him
He came down my neck and grabbed one of my breasts, without taking his hands off my butt. My boobs are small so it's logical that I could fit everything in his mouth, he stayed like this for a while, and the hand on my ass went to the edge of the shorts,
I told him to stop, that we couldn't go any further. He didn't say anything. Then he turned his back on me and pulled me against his body with my shorts down by the thighs.
And I was nervous about it, but I knew that I owed this to him. So I pulled him into the living room and as he walked along, I took off my shorts and I kept pulling on his dick looking at how beautiful it was.
He rubbed a little, and told me to settle on the couch, I said no, that would not fuck with him, it was already too much he said so at least let him have fun.
He insisted, said that since he was there we could go all the way. I told him no. That I wouldn't betray my husband.
He told me to stop being afraid, and he took my hand and again brought up his dick, and said look how hard it was, and we approached once more, face-to-face, and this time his hand touched on my eyelid
I couldn't take it and started punching him, at first lightly then faster..speeding up, so he asked me to punch him from the back. He wanted to make fun of my ass.
I'd jerk off to him, sometimes stop and put his dick between my thighs rubbing it on me making him feel like I was jelly. And with the other hand touching myself getting even crazier
Sometimes I'd rub it on the door of my bathroom sink, get too wet and leave his head soaked to death. And then punch him again while he was grabbing me by the ass saying that I was beautiful...
So I went ahead and leaned against the fireplace wall that we have in our living room, pulled him close to me, rubbed myself with my finger or his stick. It was like a hallucination of this rubbing.
I let out a groan, felt every inch of him inside me. It drove me crazy and he started to move even though I didn't want it to go on.
I walked away from him...with a feeling of guilt....I looked at him.....he was smiling, with the melatonin dick, my cock had left him all drooling and he punching himself asked to continue, I said no ...that we'd already done too much.
He started talking about how hot I was, that he'd been crazy. That he had loved sticking his dick in my pocket and wanted more.
He insisted that he wanted to do it again, I said no. That was crazy and shouldn't have happened in the first place. He told me it didn't matter.
Despite his protests, I crouched down in front of him and punched myself for it. I knew there was a risk that if he masturbated, the joke would be directed at my face... so I continued to avoid this
He passed his hand on my hair, said I was beautiful and asked me to kiss his dick. I told him no it's just a joke he insisted that it was only a kiss.
When I felt him gasp, I drew my body close to his cock. And when he poked me with a stick... it shattered its head on my breasts.
He laughed, moving the stick and I was still there crouched smelling his smell of sperm so I got up gave him a little handshake then went to the toilet for some paper cleaned myself and reached out to have it wiped off my dick and told him that he had to go because no one at school could ever suspect this.
I hope you've enjoyed this first part, and leave a comment on what you think about it.
I decided to divide it into chapters, so as not to be long and exhausting for the reader.
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