TITLE    : Chris' Smile
STORYID  : chris-smile_2002
SUMMARY  : Engaged teaching assistant can't resist skateboarder's smile.
AUTHOR   : tripleg24@lit
DATE     : 2002-05-28
CATEGORY : loving-wives
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TAGS     : |none|


The last few months before the school year ended, I developed a crush on Chris, an 18-year-old skateboarding punk who attended our school. I was working at the school as a co-ed, attending University during the mornings and working as an assistant at the high school during the afternoons. I had a fiancé named Daniel, who was everything I ever wanted, even if he kind of lacked in the bedroom. I was content with Daniel's lack of sex, considering he made up for it in other ways, both romantically and financially. However, as time went on and my flirtations with Chris started to accelerate, I knew my sex-life was about to change forever. 



One day I was leaving the convenience store across the street from our school, when I bumped into Chris. He was going in to buy some cigarettes for himself, and when he saw that I had purchased the same thing, he kindly asked if he could "bum" one of me. Naturally, I smiled and gave him one, giving him an ear-to-ear smile as I unwrapped the pack. He smiled back at me, and I gave him the once over. He was sweaty (since it was extremely hot outside). He was wearing a black baseball cap backwards. His white t-shirt, soaked from his sweat, smelled beautiful all the way from where I was standing, which was only inches away. His shorts wrapped around his thick thighs, and his calves were nice, showing plenty of muscle. He took the cigarette from my hands and placed them between his thick pouty pink lips, and I lit him up a little to eagerly. He smiled again at me and exhaled, and we walked towards the park down the road. His friends behind us, who had been waiting for him, were making remarks about the obvious scene before them: the flirty teaching assistant and the horny student. Chris and I stayed silent as we listen to the boys, who were under the impression we couldn't hear them. I felt embarrassed as they took bets on whether or not Chris would be able to "mack" me. The look on Chris' face did not show embarrassment. It showed anticipation. 



We talked as we walked towards a bench about our summer plans. I told him my marriage arrangements and he bragged about training for his skateboarding competition. Whatever we talked about seemed irrelevant, as clearly we both had one thing on our minds. Anybody who saw us could read the body language between us. We rarely broke eye contact and Chris could tell I was all over him. I leaned against the back of the bench, widening my legs, drawing him in front of me, the bulge in his pants pressing against my jeans, wetting my hot cunt. His chest rubbed against my breasts as I looked up at him, teasing the edges of my lips with his. I smiled at him and kissed him right on the mouth, his friends hollering and screaming for their buddy. They walked away to give us some privacy, and Chris and I let everything go, my arms wrapped around his neck, his hands sliding and caressing my body, lifting my t-shirt above my stomach, touching my belly with his thick young hands. With his right hand, he unbuttoned my jeans as I sucked on his ear and stuck his index finger right into my tight cunt. He smirked at me upon discovering my wetness for him, kissing me on the lips again as he finger fucked me, adding his twirling thumb against my clit for stimulation. I moaned his name over and over, taking off his shirt and kissing his chest lightly with little pecks. I licked his armpit and sucked on his nipple, not even caring if anyone could see us in the park. Subconsciously, I knew the spot I was leading us to was well hidden, and that if someone was going to see Chris and I together, I would be able to see or hear them coming. 



Within seconds, I sank to my knees and unbuttoned his shorts, letting them fall to his ankles. His boxer shorts were the only thing stopping me from inhaling his cock. He smiled down at me, admiring that in such a short time, he managed to get a married girl on his knees in a public park to suck his cock. He admitted this to me as I slid off his boxers, revealing a thick, fat, hairless, sweaty 9 and a half-inch monster. I ran my fingertips up his hard thighs, licking his ball sack until he shoved it in my mouth. I sucked hard before he pulled his big nuts out, and as they departed my lips, I blew on them, making him moan and wink at me in approval. His sack tasted so good and sweaty that I lapped away at it, making him grab my hair and squeeze hard. I slid my tongue like a snake around his thick cock, appreciating the scent of his sweat. After he couldn't take anymore of my teasing, he grabbed another handful of my hair and shoved his thick monster directly into my wanting mouth. I took as much of his dick into my mouth as I could fit, sucking on him in the process as he fucked my mouth slowly. I knew I was doing a pretty good job on him, because he didn't last long. Within seconds, his balls tingled, his dick tightened and suddenly, I was rewarded with ropes of cum shooting out faster than a volcano eruption. 



"Take it, you little slut. Take your first real load. I want you to swallow it all." Chris said. 



It wasn't until I took his cock out of my mouth that I realized how much this stud had literally cum. He had flooded my mouth to the point where I had to swallow 3 times just for a gulp of air! When I did that, he still kept on cumming, dropping blotches under my nose, in my eye and on my hair. He stepped back and shook off some remaining dribbles of cum hanging off his rod, laughing and howling in the process. "Now that was a fuckin' blowjob!" he screamed. 



One of his friends was approaching us as we cleaned up. I was kind of mesmerized from what just happened. I had just given an 18-year-old student a blowjob in a public park, and I was engaged! There was no discretion involved -- Chris' friends knew what was going on here, and one of them was standing next to Chris, talking with him, pointing at me. You would think at this point I would snap out of whatever I was thinking, grab my stuff and run out of there. Instead, I could only fixate on the fact that after everything I had just done, I didn't even get to cum.



"Hold on a second there, baby." Chris said. "You know my buddy Philip, don't you? Well he doesn't believe me. He thinks you just gave me a hand job and let me cum on your face. He doesn't believe you're the slut I told him you are. You gotta show him, baby." Chris walked over to me, wiped a stream of cum of my lips with his thumb and kissed me passionately. I was going crazy and knew I was never going to forget this day as long as I lived. I broke the kiss and felt the need to address Philip. 



"Philip, you don't know me, but I'm engaged woman who really has a thing for your friend over here" I said to him and I caressed Chris' cock with one hand. "You won't tell anyone what you walked in on here, will you Philip?"



"I don't' know," Philip smiled. "What will you do for me?"



"Whatever Chris allows me to do, Philip."



"What about the boys? I mean they saw you too making out on the bench, and all&hellip;"



"It'll be up to you to dismiss that idea. Deny what you saw, just don't' tell anyone. I'm fucking engaged, for Pete' s sake!"



"I'm not the one fucking some guy behind your fiancé's back, bitch."



"Ah-hem," Chris said as he took his tongue out of my ear. "This slut is pretty much begging me to fuck her and you're arguing with her in the meantime? Dude, a little privacy?"



"Well I'm sorry," Philip said. "She asked me to not say anything, I'm just negotiating is all."



"Can we do this later? I need to fuck this bitch now!"



"When you're done, we'll talk." Philip said to me before he walked away.



This was completely ridiculous. I really was negotiating with one of Chris's friends about something he shouldn't have seen. He shouldn't have seen it because it shouldn't have happened. It shouldn't have happened because I should have had more self-control. Just because I wasn't getting any at home didn't give me the right to jump on the nearest schoolboy and suck him off. As I looked down on Chris sucking my tits, I noticed that during this entire little fuck-fest, he hadn't called me by my name once. Was it possible he didn't know it? As far as for Philip not telling anyone what he saw, how did I know Chris himself was going to keep this one low-key? I didn't even know this kid that well, just that he was hot and that I wanted his cock! The reality of the whole situation was that I had no security in this little affair I was having, and I was fucking an 18 year old in public, no matter how secluded I convinced myself we were. Given these stone cold facts, most people in this situation would grab their stuff and run for the hills! 



Instead, I widened my legs for Chris, who smiled down at me and buried his face in my tits.



"Fuck me, Chris. Fuck me like the horny slut I am." 



"I'll fuck you," Chris said. "I'll fuck you like you've never been fucked before." 



"Oh yeah, take me, make a fucking woman out of me, you big cocked bastard."



"You're so tight--you're almost like a virgin! It's gonna take a little while before your tight little hole can accommodate my big fat cock." Chris groaned as he began to probe my hole with his finger. It hurt and every time his finger entered my hole my hips moved backward trying to escape. This caused my clit to grind harder into Chris' finger, and my pussy was suddenly at his mercy. Chris replaced his finger with his dick. He spread my thighs apart and worked the head past the tight entrance of my fresh pussy. 



"Take it slowly, you little slut. Work it in slowly. It's gonna hurt you if your body tries to inhale it. Let it go in slowly. Doesn't your fiancé do this with you?"



"Not at all, Chris."



"Kinda explains why you're here now, eh?" Chris smirked. "Fiancé doesn't give it to you at home, so you go out sniffing out other cocks. Fuckin slut."



"Chris, I love the way you talk to me. No one has ever treated me this way."



"Man, you are one hot bitch. You're so hot--every guy in school wants to fuck you, you know that? Why me? What was it about me that you wanted?"



"Everything. I don't know, I just felt it when I first met you."



"And you wanted me then and there, didn't you?"



"Of course. I melted the first time you touched me."



"You're engaged, though."



"It doesn't matter. I'm not willing to give this up."



"Neither am I. I got the hottest fucking babe in school worshipping my dick? No one's gonna believe what a slut you are."



"I really think we should keep this private. I mean, think about my reputation. Think about my engagement!"



"Okay. We'll keep it quiet."



"Thanks Chris. Now shut up and fuck me."



I'm not an idiot. I knew there was no way in hell this was going to remain a secret. I kind of hoped it would, but I could tell by Chris' smirk that he was thinking of his reputation as he plunged further into me. By tomorrow, he would be the guy who finally broke me in&#x2014;the dude who "macked" me. I wondered what sounded sluttier: Chris' bitch or Chris' little slut. Reality was sinking in again&#x2014;'leave now' I told myself. 'Leave now and fix all of this tomorrow!' 



Instead?



I wrapped my arms around neck and gripped his ass with my legs, felling his fat cock slowly slide deeper and deeper into me. He was sweating more than ever, beads of his sweat falling all over my body, and man did it smell good. His smile never left me. I realized that it was his smile that attracted me to him 'hook like and sinker'. I watched him smiling down at me as he grinded harder and faster, hoping he wouldn't cum as quick this time. I was loud too, screaming and moaning his name, yelling obscenities, sucking his neck and earlobes with loud slurps. My blond hair gathered dirt as it spread all over the grass as Chris worked himself into me completely, oh man, I never knew sex could be this good. The moniker "Chris' little slut' suddenly didn't seem so demeaning.



Before I knew it, I heard Chris whisper in my ear "I'm cumming." He managed to pull out just in time, unleashing ropes of cum all over my face, tits and stomach. Unbeknownst to me, Philip was watching from behind, along with the rest of Chris's boys, who were all hollering and screaming at us louder than ever. Chris gave them a wink along with a big "thumbs up" and I whimpered at his feet. He used my t-shirt to clean himself up and I reached to my purse for some tissues. Once Chris dumped the cum-soaked shirt on my face, I sniffed it, making Philip shake his head in disgust.



"Fuckin slut." Philip spat out and grabbed his crotch in my face. "Why don't you do me next, you dirty little cunt?" I laughed it off, but he said it louder. "Why does Chris get the goods? What, you're too good for me, you little tramp? I said suck my cock now!" At this point, I was a little frightened, and was relived to find Chris right up in Philip's face, telling him to calm down. Philip calmed down and I got dressed in peace. After a few minutes, we all walked back to the main road, Chris' arm around me as we walked behind Philip and the boys. Chris whispered in my ear as we approached a cross walk.



"So, you gonna tell your fiancé about this, baby?" he asked.



"I think so, Chris. I think it's only fair to him."



"Um, I'm not really looking for a relationship here or anything, so&hellip;."



"No, no, don't worry. I realize what this was. I think we both do. I'm not looking to leave him for you. It's just that, well quite frankly, thanks to you, I have some inner demons that I need to address. I think you awoke my inner slut." I said to Chris with a smile.



"Well, thanks, I guess. I guess you really weren't' getting to much at home, eh?"



"Barely anything. I never knew sex could be that, well, dirty."



"Did you have fun?" 



"I had so much fun. I want to do this again sometime."



"Yeah?"



"Yup. No strings attached. Let me deal with my fiancé, and when things settle down a bit, why don't we hook up again?" I asked with a smile.



"Sounds good." Chris responded with that infamous smile. He pulled me toward him and kissed me on the lips. His fresh breath filled my lungs and his thick hands squeezed my waist. It was a kiss that lasted forever&#x2014;oh man, could this kid kiss. I felt very comfortable with him, kind of like a trophy wife, mostly because of the reaction he was getting holding my hand. Chris walked me all the way home, right up to my doorstep, where I could see my fiancé sprawled out on my couch watching T.V. I kind of felt relived, eager to spill my guts out to him. I wanted to get this off my chest in the worst way, and Chris could sense that. Chris kissed me gently on the lips, reassured me things would be okay and hugged me. He said when I woke up in the morning, my world would be completely different. If only he knew how true that statement was. 



With that, I watched Chris walk away before I stuck me key in the hole, opened the door and marched right over to my fiancé Daniel.



"Honey," I said to him. "We need to talk."

