Right Married He gave in to the naughty student - Chapter 2

Good afternoon, personal, first of all, thanks for the numerous comments, I have tried to respond to everyone as much as possible, and as promised, I am back to report the continuation, and again I will make the division into chapters, this perhaps a little shorter than the previous one, but for those who have not read, I think you will have to read the first one, because otherwise it will be lost in history. After what I reported in the first story, that same night, I barely slept, died of regret, cried thinking about my husband and children, and what I was doing, I spent the days avoiding the boy, I didn't Skype anymore, and as soon as the classes came back, I also avoided him at school, left my room locked, as if I were still on recess. I dodged him like I could, but there was always a message from him on Skype, asking if I was okay, saying I missed him. I thought about what happened, I blamed myself, I regretted it, but I can't deny that I dreamed several nights about it, and on some of those nights I woke up excited, and after a few days of remorse, I masturbated in the shower, remembering all that, and that's when I decided to go back to him on Skype, I guess that took a week after they came back to school. I talked to him again on Skype, at first nothing much, he always polite and nice, but gradually found a way to get into the subject of that night, and gradually wet again, and I got excited with him telling me that he loved me, that he thought I was too wet that night. I tried to stay calm, and I told him that it was cool, yes, that we had taken advantage, but that it was a mistake, that we couldn't go on, that I was a married woman, and besides everything, if someone at school dreamed that it happened, I'd be fired, he told me not to worry, that he had a girlfriend, and that he didn't want her to find out, and I think that it ended up making me a little quieter, because I knew he'd have something to lose too if it got out. We kept talking, and gradually the conversation went back to excitement, and every time I talked to him, I remembered the smell of his teenager, it lit up, the days I saw him at school, even if from a distance, I came home, and took it out on her husband, it was our best sex. One night our kids went to bed early, I went to the shower with the husband, they believe I made him come, just rubbing myself, in the shower box, like I did with the student, I stood up, hands on the wall, and I told him that night the rule is that I couldn't get in. ...I wanted to see if he could handle it, he missed it, but he sure liked it, because his dick was a rock. I confess it was very exciting, sticking my ass to my husband, but without letting him get in the way, and still feeling him coming and shaking all over with his dick in the middle of my thighs, I turned to him, we kissed, hot, burning, and I pulled his finger on my pussy, he started rubbing and fingering me, I didn't take long, and I made fun of him doing that. After the bath, I confess that I lay in bed, looking at the husband, and I felt that I loved him even more, and I began to reflect, that what happened to the student was not so wrong, that I made this play with the husband in the shower, it served as a relief for me, and at the same time, as a 'detachment', and I allowed myself to talk even more with the boy. Every time I talked to the student, I would end up remembering that night, and he would take advantage of it and tease me, and I'd stay lit, and I'd run out of Skype, and I'd fuck her husband like crazy, and even confess, a lot more often than we used to. Well, after a few days of coming back from school and our resumption of contact, and I've been talking dirty to him on Skype again, he stopped by my office, got into a fight with a teacher, and he was there to do the procedures of one more warning, and we ended up being about five minutes alone. It was the time he needed to compliment me, and to make me feel wanted again, saying he had dreamed of me, dreamed of that night, and said he missed me. I liked it, of course, but I got embarrassed, and I rushed him out of my office, and I told him that there was no place to talk, he laughed, and he left as soon as other people arrived, but I confess I spent all morning thinking about it, his words talking about my smell, and I tbm remembered his smell. That day, it was one of the two times in the week that he stayed there all day, with full-time classes, so I ended up seeing him at lunch, and I got thoughts in my head, I had lunch running, I confess that with his heart a little fast, and I went back to my office and I started thinking, thinking, and the more I thought, the more I remembered his smell. Normally I go to work on the bus, but on that particular day, for my bad luck, I was driving, and then I decided to talk to him in the afternoon break, and I told him that I was driving and that if he wanted to, and since he lived near my house, I could give him a ride, he logically said yes immediately, but we agreed that he would have to wait later, stay almost half an hour longer after class, so they wouldn't see him get into my car. So it was almost 6:00, I went to the parking lot and he ran into the car a, we got out of there, I got excited with him in the car, but at the same time nervous and afraid of someone seeing, I ended up passing the neighborhoods to divert a little bit of the center, but I thought well, and I went to a supermarket, and I stopped on the second floor of the underground parking lot, where I knew there wouldn't be so much movement We didn't even talk much, so I stopped, and then I turned to him and we kissed, and I knew I didn't have much time, so my hand was absurdly quick to go between his legs, he even got scared, but of course he didn't complain. I smoothed the volume over his sweatpants, and he kept kissing me, pulled his pants down, making it easier for my hand to grab his dick, still soft, but already feeling his heat in my hand, I moved, and feeling him hardening in my hand, as he passed his hand on my body. His hands were passing through my body, my breasts, over my clothes, my thighs, trying to get between my legs, but I was wearing jeans, which obviously made it difficult for him. He wasn't really hard when I decided I wanted to taste him, I went squatting, he looked at me, and he said I was supposed to enjoy it, that he knew I missed his dick, I didn't believe him saying that, I was a lot more out of it than the first time, but soon I had my head on his lap. I was sucking on him, he was smoothing my hair, and soon it was hard on my mouth, I was excited, that feeling of forbidden, wrong, and the smell of him, even more without having showered, all day in school, I sucked him up and enjoyed feeling my nose so close to his body. After it was hard, it didn't fit all in the mouth, I swallowed a little more than half, but I kept sucking, sometimes I stopped and I kept looking at his dick head, it was beautiful, he held me in the back of the head, I loved it, he was moaning, saying that I was delicious, that my mouth was great, I kept sucking him, feeling that little honey he drooled so excited he was. He moaned, and he started calling me a slut, and I went crazy and I sucked harder, and I just stopped to breathe, and I took it to tell him that it wasn't to come in my mouth, that if it happened, I would never talk to him again....he lamented and insisted, but I told him I didn't have a chance, and he agreed, so I went back to suck. He maybe mad at the condition that I imposed, started pushing my head down more on his dick, and started talking obscenities like this cocksucking bitch sucks my cock bitch, I loved hearing that, accelerated the blow job, and he hung more, then started moaning and said he was gonna come. ..I took his mouth off, but he announced when he was about to come and the first jet sneezed even before I fully lifted his head, and he grabbed my chin and neck, and I got scared and lifted the body faster, but without letting go of his dick, still holding, he still released some more jets up, which fell on my hand and on his lap. He kept staring at me, looking like a pervert, me with my hand all mushy, still holding his dick, it was inevitable to keep squeezing him, while a few drops still come out, leaving his head hidden by the sperm. I wanted to swear at him, feeling his chin squished, I was on my bench, looking at his dick, when I looked at his dick all mellow, white, and he laughed, dick still hard, took my hand, and made slight moves, making me go on, and restart a jerk to him My whole hand, me looking at him, I asked him if he didn't have quiet, and he laughed, and he said that with me holding him, he couldn't get soft, he told me to keep going, I said no, that it was too late, that I needed to go home, because I had killed the gym to be there with him, he said no, that it would be quick, and he asked me to suck him again I told him no, that he was all mushy, he said it was okay, but I said no, or I wouldn't do it, so he told me to just keep jerking off, real quick, and I looked at him, and I saw that I wouldn't convince him to stop, and then I masturbated him, with my snotty hand, making noise, and the smell of his sperm taking over the car. That smell going up, of course I felt like sucking it again, but I was disgusted by the amount of sperm in it, but I speeded up the handjob, and the boy started moaning, telling me to suck it, saying it wasn't supposed to disgust him, I said no, he put his hand on my back, and he pulled me, forcing me, but at the same time he was loving me, I smiled at him, and in a moment of madness, I ended up lowering my head and going towards his lap again. I came close, but I didn't open my mouth, and I kept masturbating him, he tried to make me lower my head, I shook, making it not open, and I stood there with my face almost glued to his dick, and as I masturbated him, holding his dick by the base, it made his head shave on my lips, leaving my lips muffled with the rest of his sperm, I just heard him groaning. He groaned, saying that I was supposed to suck, that he was about to laugh, I laughed at the situation, slightly opened his lips, and I let his head slide in while masturbating him, I went down a little bit more, but then I climbed up, taking my molassed mouth out of him, he held my hand that jerked him, and commanded the moves faster, and started to enjoy again, less than the first time of course, but still the first jet was strong enough to hit my lips that were still a few inches from his dick. He moaned, and I looked closed, and with his lips licked, I stood up, opening my eyes and looking at him, shaking my head, and saying that he was a shameless man, and he laughed, saying that he was excited, I let go of his dick, my hand still molasses, I took a cloth in my purse, I cleaned myself, I passed on his face and hands, and I gave it to him to clean up, and then I threw it away, because I wasn't going to keep it in the car. I was excited about it, but despite my desire to touch me, I told him I had to go, and he got out of the car in the parking lot just so no one could see it, and I went home, thinking about it, but I couldn't wait to get in the shower and masturbate by smelling it in my hand, as soon as I said hi to the kids and to the husband, and I said I was going to the shower, and I turned on the shower, and I started rubbing the ppk, while sometimes I still carried my hand with the smell of his sperm near my face to feel it, and I ended up enjoying the madness that went, and how he almost convinced me to let him cum in my mouth. Thank you to those who read it, and don't forget to let your comments get in the way. Kisses, soon put the continuation.