Chapter 52: The Pregnant Wife Craves a Virgin Cutie

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Kristen thinks about how to make a story about a teacher from her school, Mr. Steingard. She recalls hearing that his wife is pregnant. She wants to make a sexy story involving the pair. She rubs at her clit while staring up at the ceiling, hoping for inspiration.

It hits her like a lightning bolt striking her clit.

She bolts upright and grins. What if his wife has a craving for a high school slut instead of peanut butter and sardines? Being a good husband, he wants to make his wife happy. Then another idea hit Kristen to make it even hotter.

It shouldn’t be a slut, she thinks as she heads for her desk and the diary.

Mr. Hale Steingard
It was the last class of the day, and I was up front when my phone buzzed in my pocket.

I pulled it out and glanced at the front. It was a text from my wife.

“No phones in class,” Cynthia joked as she sat in the front row.

“Sorry,” I said as I opened the text. My wife was asking if I could pick her up some chocolate and almonds. She was having a pregnancy craving. “Just making sure that my wife hadn’t gone into labor. She’s due any day.”

“Just teasing you,” Cynthia said. “Is she?”

“Nope, just pregnancy cravings,” I said. “They’re real.”

“Pickles and cheese?” asked Cynthia. “My mom had that on my younger brother.”

Mr. Steingard’s wife has a pregnancy craving, so she texts her husband that she wants him to bring home a delicious treat. Wants him to bring home a succulent student.

A virgin.

Mr. Hale Steingard
I stared at my wife’s craving as Cynthia mentioned something about her mother’s cravings when she had been pregnant. That was a new one. I was glad it wasn’t like the last one of pickles and Nutella.

“So what is she craving?” Cynthia continued.

I opened my mouth to say what my wife wrote when the text changed and... “It’s a new one,” I said with a grin. My cock was hard with what my wife wanted. “She wants me to bring a student from my class. A virgin girl.”

Laurie’s hand shot up in the back row and squealed, “Me, me, me, Mr. Steingard!”

I shot her a look and shook my head, “Aren’t you pregnant? I mean, you are passed around the class by the boys all the time. My wife wants a virgin, not a used slut.”

The boys grinned.

“Well, I’m a virgin,” Cynthia said as she squirmed in the front row. Her blush was nearly as red as her hair. She squirmed there in her white blouse and tartan skirt that fell to her knees. She bit her lower lip. “So, um, if you need to take home a virgin...”

“I’ll have to make sure,” I said. “Come up front and lift your skirt.”

The boys all grinned and leaned forward.

Cynthia rose to her feet, still blushing. She moved forward and raised her tartan skirt. My cock lurched as she exposed her knees and then her sleek thighs. She had such smooth skin. My mouth went dry as I knelt before her. When my wife asked for a virgin, I had no idea where I was going to find one at this school.

It was full of so many sluts.

Cynthia pulled up her skirt until her white panties appeared. She trembled there, the boys behind her craning their necks to see something. I ignored them as I reached up and tugged down her panties. She trembled as her red bush appeared. Her curls were trimmed.

I slid my fingers through her curls and found the folds of my underage student’s pussy lips. I pressed into them and hit a barrier. I felt her hymen. A membrane that would stop a dick from penetrating into her snatch.

“Okay,” I said, tugging up her panties. I suckled her juices off my finger. She had a spicy taste. “You’re a virgin. I’ll just have to call your parents to make sure it’s okay.”

“My parents?” she asked, blinking.

“Well, yeah,” I said. “I can’t just take a student home who isn’t in the Slut Program.”

“You can take me home, Mr. Steingard,” Laurie called.

I pulled out my phone and found her parents’ number. I had contact with most of my students’ parents. I called her mother.

The phone rang three times before a woman picked up in a rush, gasping, “Is something wrong with Cynthia?”

“No, no,” I said. “I am just calling to get permission to take your daughter home to have a threesome with my pregnant wife and me. She’s nine months pregnant and craving a virgin for us to share.”

“Oh,” Cynthia’s mom said, sounding relieved. “That’s all? Well, if she wants to do it, she can have sex. I’ve been telling her that she should. She’s sixteen and a virgin. She should have been deflowered by now. Had some fun.”

“Okay, thanks,” I said and hung up. “Okay, Cynthia, you can come home with me.”

She swayed there and beamed at me, looking excited and frightened at the same time. Laurie and a few other girls looked on with envy, but none of them claimed they were a virgin. Cynthia might be the last one in the school.

I was lucky to have her in my class.

“Okay, okay, back to the lesson,” I said, rubbing at my goatee. “We have to finish our discussion on Jane Austen. What is she trying to tell us about her female characters?”

“That they need to take off the corset and get fucked!” shouted Gary in the back.

Everyone in class laughed.

“Of course, these books take place in a time before the sexual revolution,” I said, “so they have to first land that man. Horniness is an underlying driver for them, but it’s more than that. Not everything is about sex.”

“Sure it is,” Laurie said, standing up. He pregnant stomach stretched out the front of her dress. It barely fell past her hips. “If I were to bend over before Cynthia’s desk and thrust my cunt out at you, I bet you’d fuck me in a flash.”

“Of course I would,” I said, my cock so hard, “but you’re the biggest slut in the world, Laurie. We’re talking about Jane Austen’s characters, who are far more chaste than even Cynthia here. It’s another world. Come on, let’s use those brains for a moment. I know, it’s difficult when you just want to fuck Laurie’s slutty snatch.”

“And her ass!” shouted Bill.

The class snickered as Laurie giggled and smacked her ass.

After classes end, Mr. Steingard drives her home, eager for this threesome. Cynthia is just as eager, but she has her own reason. She’s counting her cycle and realizing what the odds are that she’ll end up pregnant by her favorite teacher.

She could become his second wife.

Mr. Hale Steingard
I drove Cynthia to my house, eager for this threesome. She bounced in the seat beside me, looking around. She had this eager gleam in her green eyes as she glanced at me. She also blushed to her roots and rubbed her hands on her skirt.

She was nervous and eager all at the same time. I would have to be gentle with her.

I turned onto my street and drove until we reached the end of the cul-de-sac. My wife’s car was in the driveway. We had a garage, but it was full of stuff. I pulled up and parked, turning off my car. Cynthia drew in a deep breath.

“You don’t have to do this if you’re scared,” I said. “There’s no pressure.”

“No, no,” Cynthia said. “I ... I want this. I do. I mean ... You’re so handsome, Mr. Steingard.”

I smiled at her words. “And you’re beautiful, Cynthia. My wife and I are going to love you.”

“Good,” she said, sounding hopeful. She opened her door and stepped out forcefully. “I want that, Mr. Steingard. This is my chance.”

“Chance?” I asked as I climbed out of the car. “What does that mean?”

“Er, um, to lose my virginity!” she blurted out quickly. “With a man, and not a boy.”

“Ah,” I said. “Well, you are going to get your wish, but remember, this is about my wife. So we’re going to pleasure her first. Probably by sucking on her tits and eating her pussy. Then I’ll probably pop your cherry. But this is for my wife.”

“I know,” Cynthia said. “I’m just so glad to be sharing in this. I am! I know you’ll make me a woman, Mr. Steingard.”

I smiled at her, eager to do just that.

We walked up to the front door. It was unlocked. I entered it and called out, “Honey? I have the virgin with me. Where are you, honey?”

“In our bedroom!” Mt wife called from upstairs.

My dick lurched at that as I took off my shoes. Cynthia hastily slipped off her black flats. She had white ankle socks with cute frills, her feet dainty. I smiled and led her up the stairs and down the hall to the open door of the master bedroom, passing the nursery on the way.

My wife was very pregnant.

Beatrice was standing before the bed, naked. Her blonde hair spilled down to her shoulders. Her swollen belly stuck out before her. Our son would be a big baby. I couldn’t wait for him to be born. I would be a great dad. He would have the finest sluts when he was old enough.

I would pick them out of my classes.

“Oh, she’s adorable,” purred my wife. Her heavy tits swayed. She had big breasts now, her nipples fat and suckable. “Ooh, ooh, look at you. What’s your name, cutie?”

“Cynthia, Mrs. Steingard,” the schoolgirl whimpered.

“So polite,” cooed my wife. “And so yummy. A redhead. And a virgin. How delicious. You’re the best husband ever.”

I smiled at my wife, glad to have satiated her craving. Beatrice put her arms around my neck and kissed me. Her belly pressed into my stomach. My hands slid around her waist to grip her plump butt-cheeks. My dick was so hard. My goatee rasped against her lips.

My wife loved my goatee. She insisted that I have facial hair. It itched, but I bore it for my wife.

“Mmm, let’s get her naked,” Beatrice cooed and turned to the cutie. “Oh, my, yes, we have to get her naked, Hale.”

I nodded as my wife and I descended on the virgin schoolgirl. Cynthia quivered there as we both attacked the buttons of her blouse. I worked from the bottom as my wife descended from the top. Her fingers were defter than mine, so she unfastened more buttons than I had.