The Teacher’s Submission (Part 3)

Daddy Meats Teacher – Chapter 3

by

Arc Light



The first signal of a new day was when my eyes finally
opened. It was nearly 11:00 AM and neither my teen age lover
nor my husband had yet stirred. My body although rested still
ached from the sexual breeding that I had undergone during the
last twenty four hours. I raised my head and my muscles sent
me their signal; they were sore and each movement must be
performed on a slow motion basis.

I slowly made it to the shower off the master bedroom.
As I felt the warm water coat my body I lathered my small but
firm breasts and slowly rubbed the soap over my well used sex.
The warm water, soap suds and peaceful moments relaxed my
tender and sore body.

When I finished I pulled on one of my husband’s white
dress shirts. I thought momentarily about putting on a pair of
panties and bra but then felt that my new lover would not
approve. I therefore exited the bathroom in only my husband’s
shirt. When I re-entered the bedroom I saw the first movements
of Jerome on my martial bed. I walked over and straddled his
muscular body. He was laying face down and I forcefully gave
him a soothing back rub. After several minutes he rolled over
and pulled me to him and gave him a full mouth kiss. He then
pushed me aside. “I like bacon and eggs…”

Jumping from the bed he started for the bathroom but
my husband had just woke up. Jerome turned and walked to
my husband. “I think you best do some yardwork Jimmy. I
have a party planned for tonight and I want your yard looking
real fine.”

Jim, his head still fogged with early morning grogginess,
tried to comprehend how the arrogant black teen age boy had
taken over his wife; his home; his very existence. “I need to
take a quick shower,” he mumbled, rubbing his red eyes.

“No, you best do what I tell you, when I tell you to do
it. Pull your white shirt over your jockey shorts,” Jerome
ordered.

Jim started to object…..but reason again prevailed. The
black teenager’s muscular nude body was still far too much for
his to challenge. He pulled on the white dress shirt that was
crumpled by the sofa.

“Put your wing tips and black socks on. That should
make a good combination,” Jerome smiled.

Although he complied with the humiliating orders he was
less than pleased. After tying his wing tips he meekly walked
out to the garage where the rakes were.

As my husband timidly shuffled out the kitchen door
Jerome returned to my side. He confidently put his large black
hand on my ass cheeks and whispered in my ear, “I have a
surprise for you later this morning.”

After I fixed my lover’s breakfast I was ready to start
the dishes when I heard the front door bell ring.. I started to turn
and put something on but Jerome pointed to the door. “Get the
Door….” was the brief but direct command.

As I walked towards the front door I did manage to
button all but the top three buttons on my husband’s shirt. I was
not expecting anyone this Saturday morning. When I swung the
door open I was totally shocked. Filling the entire door frame
was one of the largest men I had ever seen. He had a wide
smile on his handsome black face. He wore a sleeveless shirt
and his biceps rippled. The shirt ended just below his massive
pectorals and showed his rippled stomach. He wore tight blue
jean cut-offs and tennis shoes.

I tried to analyze his age. He was not old but he had
many years put on his lean frame.

I was just about to speak when I heard Jerome speak
from behind nearly nude frame. “Daddy, Come On In.”

The large, six foot six inch black man brushed by me
and the two black men embraced. I glanced towards the front
of our house and saw my ridiculous looking husband with a rake
in his hands. Wearing only his dress shirt; jockey shorts and
dark socks with his wing tip dress shoes he looked like a
complete idiot. The expression on his overwrought face looked
like a man in total dispair.

I slowly turned to see the new man that had walked into
my home; and into my life. The door was still completely open
and my husband Jim was observing the latest events in his life.

Jerome turned to me and said this is my father. You will
address him as “Daddy” cause Mary he is one bad dude.
Daddy walked up to me and took full inventory in his intense
eyes. “So this is your little meek teacher,” he said to his son.

As he stood next to me I was awed by the rippling
muscles in his arms and shoulders. His arms were larger than
my legs and he looked like he appeared straight from a
bodybuilder’s magazine. He cupped my chin and lifted my face
until I was staring into his burning intense eyes.