Married Certina yielded to the pupil scoundrel - Chapter 7

Good afternoon everyone, as I mentioned in the previous story, originally it was going to be five chapters, but more things happened, so I'm back to report another episode of my adventure. Again, for those of you who haven't read the previous chapters, I recommend that you do so, to situate yourself in the story. After that afternoon outdoors with the student and getting home and having another great sex with my husband, I was once again able to go without feeling guilty, feeling better and better for the sexual satisfaction I had been getting from both the student and the husband. But a few days later, when I opened my Skype, I had an invitation from an unknown name, and I went to look at the photo, even though it looked familiar, I didn't recognize who it was, but I was curious about it and I decided to accept. After a while he called me, I started asking him how he had my Skype, he got a little upset, but then said he had 'stolen' my Skype contact from a cousin of his. That's when I got it right, I looked at the picture again and remembered why that boy looked familiar, it was the cousin of the student, the same one in chapter 4 who had come to the student's house and disrupted our transaction. I froze at that moment, and I was FUCKED for life with the boy, in my head he had told. I didn't know what to say at the time, but I finally thought and decided not to say anything because he might be trying to catch me, and I just asked why he had added me. He said that I might not remember him but that he remembered me, that he had seen me at his cousin's house and thought I was beautiful, and because he saw my contact in his cousin's list, he decided to copy and add me, without his cousin knowing. I told him I was married, tried to cut it off, but he said it was okay that he thought I was very beautiful and that I seemed like a good person, and he just wanted to be friends with me. The other day I went in and called the student on Skype, and I asked him if he had talked to his cousin, he swore he hadn't and kept asking why, so I said that I had seen him at the market, and he had been staring at me. The student again said that he had told the story that I worked at the school and had taken him home and talked to his mother, but that he had said nothing about having rolled something. I ended up not telling him that his cousin (Luciano) had added me to see if they would turn themselves in or something, and that night, after putting the kids to bed and I went on Skype and they were both online, but they didn't turn themselves in for anything, and I really realized that Luciano had 'stolen' my contact from his cousin. We talked for a long time, he was nice and very good at talking and he talked about how he worked with general services, he said that because he was out of school, he did some kissing, cutting grass, cleaning land, and he ended up showing me some photos of a land that he had worked that day, it seemed quite service, and obviously, he showed me some 'selfies' of him in the field, without a shirt. I wasn't attracted to him looking at the pictures, especially because he's different from his cousin, he's a little fatter, but his audacity in sending me pictures like that, even though he doesn't have a defined body caught my attention, and we kept talking and every little bit he sent me more pictures, obviously trying to draw attention to the fact that he didn't mind showing himself Gradually the chatter evolved, he talked well and left me at ease in the chatter, I was feeling more secure and at the same time curious about him and what he thought of me, and I began to incite him with this, asking why he added me, if he knew that I was married. He praised me again and said that I was beautiful, that I was not a girl, that I was a woman, and that he had wanted to meet me and talk to me, even said that he saw me one day in the market, and even all furry I was very 'cute'. Reading him calling me hot, I don't know, kind of ignited something in me (I think it's my weakness), and instead of cutting him off and telling him I'm married, I could only say a 'thank you, but in this cold and with so much coat there's no way to know if I really am'. He said he was sure it was me, but that I could send him a picture so he could confirm. I told him that I couldn't, that I was married and didn't send pictures. He said that I didn't have to worry, that he didn't want to see a nude but a dressed photo, only with less clothes than I was on the day of the market. I laughed, I was enjoying that game, I sent him a normal photo, dressed in jeans and a blouse. He praised me again, and said that it was confirmed that I was hot. I thanked him and said that it was his kindness, but that he could not comment to his cousin that I had sent that photo. He said that he would not talk and asked if his cousin had ever fucked me, I said no, that I would never accept that, because I was married and also worked at the school, and would not accept a student singing to me. I laughed, and I told him no, that my husband was brave, so he said that it was all right, and that he was not afraid, and he also said that I could pass on his contact to my husband and offer his gardening services. I laughed, and I said that I would do it. He laughed too and said that he would love it, at least he would see me again. I couldn't cut him off any longer and I kept going on and on, and I asked him why he wanted to see me again, and he went back to saying that I was beautiful and hot and that it was always nice to look at women like that, and I told him not to exaggerate, that I was already 34 and that I wasn't a girl or a model. He said he liked women and not girls, and he said those exact words, that "girl can't fuck". Boy, reading that made me tremble again, cold in my stomach, so much so when I started talking to his cousin last year. So I asked him, "You know what?" I couldn't believe I typed that, and I thought about deleting it, but when I went to delete the message, he had already read it. He sent me a text with a lot of laughter and said that he couldn't answer, but that no one had complained. So we happened to get into the sex topic. Then he told me that tbm was not a virgin, that he had lost his virginity at 15 and then it didn't stop. I became more and more interested in his conversation and decided to provoke him. I told him that I'd had two boyfriends before I dated my husband, and that I was less experienced than he was then, and slowly the conversation was flowing, but it was almost midnight, and I was excited to talk about my sex life with an 18-year-old boy that I didn't even really know. As I was getting excited I decided it was my husband's day to pay the bill, so I said goodbye to the boy and went to the room where my husband was watching TV, I arrived lying in his lap, and it didn't take long for me to have my head between his legs. We got excited right there, despite the risk of the children coming out of the room and catching us, and we ended up having sex on the same couch, I remembered having sex with the student on the same couch, but my mind was traveling, I remembered the sex but it wasn't with the student, it was with his cousin, and I confess, I got even more excited about it, and I rode even more on the husband, who didn't take long to mock me, leaving me in the hand! Since it was late, I didn't go to the bathroom and slept soundly, which made me dream about the student's fat cousin, and wake up even more excited than when I went to sleep! I had spent the whole night excitedly thinking about the conversation with the fat guy, but I didn't want to let it show to him, or even to the student, so in the afternoon I got a little break from the kids and went on Skype, and when I opened it, there was a message from the fat guy saying, "Have a nice day". I confess that reading that made me even more eager, because I hadn't joked with my husband and I liked reading that, but he wasn't online, so I ended up spending a little time on Skype. It moved me to the point that I wanted to go back to Skype at night to talk to him, and so I did, after sending my husband away and putting the children to sleep, with the excuse of researching for my master's thesis, I went to the office to be able to Skype. I went in and got a hello from the student. I started talking to him but I confess that I was disappointed that I didn't see his cousin online, I talked to him for a while, and I had already given up making fun, when I was about to go to sleep I got a hello from Luciano. I started talking to him and he told me that he had rushed in to say hello, but that he would have to leave. I frowned at the time, and asked him where he was going. He replied a 'secret'. Reading that made me confused, maybe even a little jealous that I didn't know what that boy was going to do that was more important than talking to me. I told him that then he would lose the chance to check if I was hot, then he asked how and I said 'secret'. He said that he didn't need to confirm, that he knew that I was hot. I told him that if I was hot, he would be talking to me and wouldn't go out. He laughed and said that he would have to go out with his father, but that if I sent one more photo he would show how he thought I was hot. I asked how and he just said "send the photo that I discover you". I couldn't help but send him another picture of me in a skirt and a blouse, and he didn't say anything for a while, and I asked him if he wasn't going to show me if he thought I was hot, and then without saying anything, he sent me a picture, taken top to bottom, pants open, and a white underwear glued to the visibly hard volume of his dick. Obviously, it was exactly what I wanted to see, or maybe more, but I couldn't tell him that, so I just wrote a "laugh" and it looked like he really thought I was cute. He said that yes, that my photos made him that way. I said that I had nothing, that they were normal photos and quite dressed, and I also said that if he had been like that with those photos, imagine when I sent a bikini. He asked me to send it, and I asked him if he wasn't going out with his dad anymore, and he said yes, but he could wait five minutes if I sent him the picture. I thought about it for a while, and I ended up sending, one from the front, sitting on the beach, half-open legs, crossed in the butterfly position. He wrote back a "Pqp, how delicious". I laughed, and he wrote back "seriously, how delicious you all are, but in that position, what package huh?" I thought it was strange, but I confess that reading it moved me, I knew what he was referring to, but I pretended to misunderstand and asked about the package. I thought he was gonna back off and say something like, "You know" or "you're all", but no, he went straight to the point and said, "The package in the bikini panties, that's a nice volume". I took that as a compliment, and I got excited right away, and I realized that he was bolder and braver than the student, and it was being fun, but before I could say anything, he told me that his dad was calling, and that he needed to go out, but that he was just confirming what he already knew, that I was hot. I said goodbye to him, and without restraint, I began to touch myself remembering him writing "package", and rubbing my hand inside my pajamas, it didn't take long for me to have a good time. I went to sleep thinking about the volume of his voice and the look on his face when he said I had a "package" between my legs, and I didn't go on Skype that weekend, which only made me want to keep talking to him. On Monday morning and afternoon I went on Skype, and nothing about the fat guy being online, I was already frustrated because I was enjoying his attacks, in the evening, again after 22 hours when I went in, he was online and a message from him saying good night immediately lit me up. Soon we were talking about my 'cute' again, and he asked me again for bikini pictures, I was already excited, so I sent them, but I said that his cousin could never know about those pictures, much less what we were talking about. He agreed, and said that his cousin could never know about the picture he sent me. I said that's fine, but since he wanted to see more bikini, I deserved to see more of him too. When I said that, he didn't say anything, and then he sent me an invitation to open the camera, but I said no, I'd never made a video call and I wouldn't do it with him, he said I didn't have to open mine, it was just to accept his, that since I wanted to see he was going to show me more of himself. I accepted the invitation, and I opened the picture, and he was looking at me, and he typed in whether I could hear him, and I said no, because the kids and the husband were sleeping, and I couldn't turn on the audio, and so he typed in asking what I wanted to see. I was stunned, said that what he could show, since he had seen me in other bikini pictures, could show me more like he had shown me the other night. He laughed, and without saying a word, he lowered the camera, showed me his waist, he was wearing sweatpants, passed his hand over the volume, you could tell he was soft, and he turned the image back on his face, and he asked me if that's what I wanted to see. I told him that I had seen him in his pants before. He laughed, and said that what I wanted to see was sleeping. I laughed, and I said that it was okay, that he could show it anyway. He again went down the camera, lifting his shirt, showing the protruding belly and reaching the waist, I was anxious, waiting to see, and followed his every move. He put his hand inside his pants and pulled it out, it was really soft, but it already looked big and even thicker than his cousin's. He asked me what I had found, and I told him it looked great, but I had no way of knowing, he just laughed and put the camera back on his waist, still moving with one hand, already gaining more 'life', it was no longer 100% soft, but it was also not 100% hard. And I with my hand inside my pyjamas started to smooth my little face, which was so hot and sensitive from excitement. His dick was almost hard, that big, round head growing in his hand, and I was looking at him in wonder and touching me, and he was typing and asking me why I wasn't answering, and I said I was looking, and he laughed and asked me to tell the truth, that he was holding his hand on my eyelid. I got even more excited with him talking as if he knew what I was doing. And I ended up confessing that yes. He laughed and showed me his 100% hard cock, it was huge, fat, beautiful. I touched me and he said that it was for me to look good, to see what a really big cock was. Just as I was getting excited, about to put my fingers in my little pocket, I heard a noise in the children's room, which signaled that someone had woken up, and I quickly had to close the picture of the fat man, and say that I had to get out. Trembling with fear and excitement, I had to shut down Skype. I fell asleep frustrated at having to interrupt the game like that, but at the same time excited at having seen what the fat man had hidden under his pants, and especially by the way he spoke. The other afternoon I went on Skype, and I already had a message from him there, asking if I had a problem. I told him what happened and he laughed, saying that it was good that it was not the husband who had woken up, otherwise I would have to explain why I was wet. Although I didn't say anything to him, I knew it was true, and moreover, the boy knew that I had gotten wet because of his cock. We talked for a while and he tried to excite me again, but with the kids at home I couldn't touch myself, so I had to hold myself back, but he was insistent, and at the end of the afternoon he opened the camera again and made me look at his big dick already hard. I kept talking to him, even with the danger nearby. Biting me wanting to touch me. So when my husband arrived, I told him that I had to leave, and that I had to go to the market. Before I could leave, he told me to wait and asked which market I was going to. I asked why and he said that I also had to go to the market, and that he would love to see me. I took a deep breath and thought to answer, but I ended up telling him which market I was going to. He told me to wait a few minutes, that he was going to that market too, but that he lived further away, but he would go there to look at me. I laughed about it, it wasn't a date, but going to the market for someone to look at me was something interesting. I put a coat on top of the clothes I was wearing, because it was cold, and as I was getting ready to go out, my husband said that he thought it would be better if I left the children with him at home, because it was too cold for them outside. I didn't even argue much, because it was really too cold. But it wasn't until I was in the car on the way to the market that I realized the consequences of that, that I would be alone in the market with the fat guy there. I arrived at the market and immediately went shopping so that I wouldn't be away from home too long, always looking around for the fat guy. I just met him already near the boxes, he looked at me, smiled, I just greeted him, making it clear that I wouldn't interact with him in public. He turned his head understandingly, turned around on a shelf, and I lost sight of him. I paid for my groceries and still couldn't find him, so a little disappointed, I left the market floor and went down to the garage, and when I got to the car, there he was, leaning against the car next to mine, waiting and smiling. I panicked, almost dropped the groceries on the floor. I approached and asked him what he was doing, he said he just wanted to see me better. I was afraid someone would see me there talking to him, so I opened the car, put the groceries in the back seat, and still confused told him to come in. I called him crazy and said that if anyone saw him there in my car it could be a problem, after all I was married. He laughed and said that then I should give him a ride, so there was not so much danger of anyone seeing. I agreed to that, and ran out of the market to avoid crossing with someone at the exit of the garage. He told me where he lived, and I said it was a long way, and he said he'd show me the way, and so we went, down some streets further from downtown, and less and less crowded. I quietly thought about it and how he was being abused, I decided that I couldn't miss the opportunity. So as soon as we went through a stretch with no lights, I stopped the car on the side and turned off the lights, both the outside and the inside, I turned to him facing him, who looked at me with a dirty laugh from the corner of his eye. I asked if he really wanted to just see me, he said no. And saying that he had already let go of his belt and came towards me to kiss me, logically I did not offer any difficulty. The kiss was as warm as I'd imagined it would be, his hands trying to get into my coat. I stopped kissing him and told him to take it easy, that this was not the time or the place to do that. He looked at me and asked me bluntly if I didn't feel like holding the stick he'd seen on Skype this afternoon. I told him to calm down, but it didn't help, as I was talking he just pulled his sweatpants down and his half-bomb dick had already popped out, it was even thicker in person than it was over Skype. I panicked, I looked around, but it was dark, no car was passing by, my thoughts were far away, in danger, on someone on the street, and I was called back to the car with him saying, "go hot, hold on to him". I grabbed him, I felt the heat and the thickness, he passed his hand through my hair saying "this". I pulling him, punching very lightly, gradually thickening in my hand. He didn't even have to ask, I was looking for his stick, it was like a magnet, my head was lowered into his lap, he was straightening my hair helping my head down. I put my head on his lap, that smell of a teenager exhaling pheromones, I was holding his dick at the base, I was opening my mouth, and still half a bomb I was swallowing him. It was thick, even though it was not 100% hard, I felt the difference from the student, because it was more 'meaty', so it was filling my mouth, and he without taking his hands from my hair. It hardened quickly and soon it didn't fit in my mouth anymore, not even half, I stopped sucking and I raised my head to look at it closely and I saw that it was really bigger than the pupil's. I thought of trying to swallow it all, but I already had difficulty getting with the pupil, who will say then with all that, and I decided that I would just enjoy it without trying to swallow. For a few seconds I looked and admired him, the thickness and the size, and the boy was pushing my head down again saying "go, suck it, since you do not have much time suck, another time you admire it". When I heard him say that, I smiled and I sucked him again, swallowing his dick halfway and sucking it, holding it at the base, pulling out his mouth, putting my tongue all over it and swallowing it again, when I put it all back in my mouth I felt his hand close behind my head holding a tuft of hair, and pulling me back up, pulling my mouth out! He made me turn my face and look into his eyes, he was with a cocksucker smile on his face and asked me if I was liking it, I smiled and shook my head saying yes and went back with my mouth to his cock. But he was still holding on to my hair with his hand, so he made a force and held me without letting me down my head and asked me if I wanted to suck his cock, I again shook my head saying yes, he gave a swing with his hand in my hair, making my head swing together, and spoke louder "then he talks that he wants to suck your slut". I felt even more aroused with him talking like that and shaking my head through my hair, I didn't restrain myself and I spoke to him with all the letters "I want to suck that big cock, I want to suck it all". He hardly even waited for me to finish and was pushing my head back into his waist, and I opened my mouth and swallowed his already full cock. When I sucked him again, I heard him groan without letting go of my hair, and saying "that bitch, suck, suck that stick, I want to fill your mouth with milk". I hadn't thought about letting him do that until then, but he said that and I remembered how delicious it had been to let his cousin make fun of me in my mouth, and I didn't even think about stopping sucking him when he started making fun. I felt him push my head down, and I realized I could swallow a little bit more of that stick, even though it was thick, and I let him force it, and my mouth kept opening until I felt like I was halfway through, and I grabbed at the base of it, and I wrapped his stick around my hand, and I realized I couldn't swallow all of it, because even though I was almost suffocating, I figured that between my mouth and the end of his stick, there were about four more fingers. He noticed that I was almost out of breath, stopped pressing on my head, but without taking his hand from my hair, I was pulling his head from his waist and recovering some of the breath. He stood on the bench, and took my hand off his stick and started punching himself, telling me to stop. I obeyed, because I had not yet recovered my breath, and I stood with my head close to his stick, feeling the smell rising with every punch he gave. He began to punch harder and told me to open my mouth. I made mention of lowering my head further to swallow his dick, but he held on to my hair and wouldn't let go, and said it was to stand still, that he wanted to see the fuck go into my mouth. I laughed at that, and as I laughed he stopped punching, squeezing his stick and moaning, and I looked at him, and all I felt was when he let go of his hand, and a jet sneezed strongly in my mouth, from the bottom up, grabbing my teeth and my tongue, and when I felt that open his mouth more and he let go of some more strong jets licking even more of my tongue, my lips and my chin, and then some smaller jets that didn't even go straight up, just came out of his stick, leaving his whole head wrapped in the white liquid. After I realized that he had stopped joking, I lowered my mouth and sucked his dick, swallowing all the head and the rest of the cock they had in it, I passed my tongue through his dick leaving it clean, while he was slowly recovering his breath. Then I stood up, pulled the rearview mirror and looked at myself, I was with the lips and chin dirty with cock, but the mouth completely clean, because I had swallowed everything that had entered it and that I had managed to suck from his cock. I cleaned myself with a piece of cloth I had in the car, and I pulled myself together while he pulled his pants up and put his stick in his pants. I started the car and went out to the address he gave me. I told him that it was crazy and that his cousin could never know about it because it would hurt me in school, and the fat guy laughed and said it's all right, and he asked me how long I'd been taking care of his cousin. I told him that he was imagining something, that he was just a student at the school, and I had accompanied him home because I had prepared. The fat guy laughed and said that I could lie to my husband, but he didn't have to hide it, and he asked me how I thought he knew which was my car in the parking lot. I got nervous, I wasn't thinking straight, I said that he had seen my car the day it hit Diego's house and that I was there to talk to his mother, again Fat Man laughed and said yes, but that he had also seen my car leaving his cousin there on another occasion. And before I could say anything, he said, "Relax, I'm not a hard-ass, but I figured out what was going on, and you're really hot, so I decided I'd give it a shot, and I did, hahaha". I realized he might actually know something, and I got worried, so I asked him what Diego had told him, and he said nothing, that he had suspected, and that after seeing my contact on his cousin's Skype, he basically confirmed it. I asked him again not to say anything to his cousin, and he said he wasn't going to say anything, because Diego didn't even know that he'd gotten my contact on his Skype, and seeing that I was worried, he told me to relax that he wasn't clingy, and that he wasn't going to stand on my foot, and that he wasn't even going to call me on Skype, but whenever I wanted, I could call him. I dropped him off near his neighborhood and went home. I arrived, put the groceries away and went straight to the bathroom. I was a little apprehensive, but at the same time excited, about the possibility of telling each other, so thinking about how their conversation would be and what "evaluation" they would make of me, I did not restrain myself, and under the shower I began to touch myself and ended up laughing a little later, grinding my fingers. I am sorry that this chapter is longer than the others, but I have not been able to cut anything out of it, because otherwise the reader does not understand the meaning of things. I hope you enjoyed it, and I'll be back soon to report on the follow-up, and I hope it doesn't take as long to publish as it did this time.