What I Learned in College

At Christmas I again went to my Sister Karen's home in Idaho Falls. We had an all-family Christmas dinner. Karen's kids and Christine's kids were present so the adults did not deteriorate into debauchery. I again left Idaho Falls a few days before Christmas break ended assuming I could use Lauren's apartment until the dorms opened. When I got to the apartment Lauren met me at the door as she had in the fall. "There's someone here who wants to see you," she said. I noticed she was dressed for Salt Lake but I thought nothing of it.

I walked into the apartment expecting Sandra to come running into my arms, but that wasn't what happened at all. A woman about my parents age was sitting on the couch. When she rose I could see that her appearance was something meticulously managed. Even though she was my parents age she had the body of a 25 year old, a very well built 25 year old I might add--a narrow waist setting off nicely rounded hips, attractive but not too broad, and long attractive legs. Her conservative clothing consisted of a tan business suit, a skirt to just below the knees and matching jacket, worn over a white blouse, none of which effectively concealed what was obviously a substantial bosom. She wore conservative height heels in a shade of tan matching her suit. Her thick, shoulder length, blonde hair was meticulously groomed and her make-up was borderline perfect, emphasizing her sparkling blue eyes without making her look anything but classy. She wore a string of pearls and simple god earrings. The lady was obviously in her early forties, but a well preserved forty, a woman who was very careful with her appearance.

Rising to greet me she spoke first, "I assume you are Richard?"

I nodded my head saying, "Yes."

"Allow me to introduce myself," she responded. "My name is Jane, Jane Olsen. I believe you know my daughter Sandra."

Again I nodded.

Lauren spoke up. "I'm sure you two have a good deal to talk about so I will leave you. There are a couple of hours of work I need to do at the bio-lab and then I am off to Salt Lake."

"Thank you dear," Jane responded and then Lauren was gone.

No help at all I thought. She introduces me to the infamous Jane who we all know hates me and then leaves me on my own.

"Please sit down," Jane said, reclaiming her position on the couch. I walked towards a chair opposite her but before I could sit she said, "Wait. Let me look at you."

I stood facing her as she let her eyes roam my face and my frame. Having just arrived from Idaho I was wearing scuffed boots and jeans and a tired looking denim work shirt. I had shaved that morning, but I was in need of a haircut, at least by BYU standards.

"Yes, you are every bit as handsome as I have been told. Please sit down."

Once I was seated, she continued, " I've also been told that you are very bright, especially in math."

I again nodded.

"Math Geek?" she said, her voice cold.

"I enjoy it and I seem to be reasonably good at it."

"Some of your professors seem to think that you are a great deal more than reasonably good at it. I believe they have used the term 'savant'."

"That would imply a mastery of the subject I can't claim after a single year of college."

"Let's not quibble over terminology. It was the Math Department Head's term not mine."

"You've been talking to the faculty about me?"

"Yes. Our family has a great deal of influence with this University. If we want to know about a student, the faculty is happy to help out."

"But why?" I asked.

"Because I wanted to know as much as I could about the cowboy from Idaho my daughter, and my daughter in law are screwing regularly."

"I see."

"You are screwing them aren't you--both of them?"

"A gentleman never tells."

She laughed. "Admirable but irrelevant. The girls tell, both of them. Lauren in particular can't resist sharing all the details with me of what a great fuck you are. And Sandra certainly doesn't deny it." Jane paused as she shook her head. "Really I just don't know about Lauren. She is so talented, but discretion is just not...not her thing I guess." She shook her head again. As she spoke she crossed and uncrossed her legs showing me an increasing amount of thigh each time. Was Jane coming on to me I wondered?

"Richard," she said, abandoning the subject of my sex with her daughter and daughter-in-law, "I understand that Sandra brought back some excellent wines from France. I do so like a good wine and I assume you know where she keeps them. Could you pour us each a glass?"

"Yes, of course. Is a jelly jar okay for a glass? We don't have formal wine glasses here."

Jane laughed. "That's how we good Mormons tell ourselves we aren't drinking wine. Who drinks wine from a jelly jar?"

I left the room shaking my head, once again reminded that people don't always live up to the image they project. I returned with a newly opened bottle of chilled white wine (a real cork and not the usual jug with a twist off cap) and poured each of us a jar full. While I was gone Jane had shed her jacket and released a couple of buttons on her blouse. When she leaned forward to accept the jelly jar I offered her I could see a good deal of enticing cleavage behind her partially opened blouse. I filled my own jelly jar and after setting the bottle on the table next to Jane I turned to return to my chair.

"No Richard. Sit here next to me. We have things to discuss."

I sat next to her, but still trying to maintain distance.

Jane took a long pull on her glass of wine and then said, "Oh my yes that's such a lovely wine. My daughter has good taste--in wine that is."

Jane set her nearly empty wine glass on the table and put her hand on my thigh. "Now here's the thing Richard. I know you've been screwing my daughter and my daughter-in-law. I don't really care who Lauren screws as long as she is discreet and I actually don't care that much if you are screwing Sandra. In fact if you are anywhere near as good in bed as the girls say you are, I wouldn't mine trying you myself." Her hand was rubbing my thigh now.

"But you are not going to marry Sandra," she said.

"I haven't proposed," I responded. "Nor has Sandra to me."

"Good." Her hand slid higher on my thigh.

"But what troubles me Richard is that she keeps telling me she is in love with you and lately that you've said you are in love with her."

"That's all true."

"But you are both still having sex with others, with Lauren and from what I hear you have been screwing some of your Idaho relatives?"

"I'm not in love with Lauren. Nor is she with me. It's just sex between us, and between her and Sandra. The same is true of my relations with my Idaho relatives."

"I know." Her hand was rubbing my cock through my jeans now and I was rapidly getting an erection.

"I should tell you that I don't get very excited about people who claim to be in love. There is a very thin line between love and lust and one can easily become the other. I know some people who don't know the difference. Furthermore neither need have anything to do with marriage. My husband and I have been married for thirty years and frankly I've never been in love with him, nor he with me. And of late there isn't much lust either." She sighed. "Pour me a bit more of that wine would you please."

I refilled her jar and mine. These were generous jelly jars and four of them pretty much killed the bottle of wine. Jane took another long drink and looked at me (and the bulge she had caused under my jeans). "Is there more of this?" she asked holding up her empty jelly jar.

"Yes. I'll get another bottle."

"Good. It's hard to get wine this good here in Utah. We usually ask Lauren to bring a case or two when she returns from one of her trips to New York or California."

By the time I returned with a newly opened bottle Jane had finished what she had in her jelly jar so I refilled it. Apparently the lady liked her wine.

After another long pull she patted the seat next to her saying, "Here, sit again."

I did. But not paying attention I let my hip slide tightly against hers.

"Oh that feels nice," she said. "But there is something important we have to finish first. As I said before Richard, I don't really care if you and Sandra are in love. Personally I think you should stick with lust. Love is far more complicated. It too often leads to jealousy, although that doesn't seem to be bothering you and Sandra. Lust has served me well for almost thirty years of marriage, even if it is not directed at my spouse." She laughed, "Or perhaps it would be better to say, especially when it is not directed at my spouse." She shook her head. "The world is so full of opportunities no one tells you about when you are growing up.

"But here's the thing Richard. Sandra is betrothed. Betrothed to Andrew. I assume she has told you about him?"

"Yes. She says she doesn't want to marry him. She barely knows him. And he apparently doesn't like sex."

Jane shrugged. "Who knows what he likes? He won't talk about it even to his parents. But Richard this marriage is important. Sandra and Andrew come from two of the oldest Founding Families."

"Bit incestuous isn't it?" I asked.

"No it's not. His mother and I researched the families' histories in depth at the Church's genealogy center. They are at most second cousins, twice removed."

"Is he gay?" I asked.

Jane shrugged. "Doesn't matter. The families have committed. The marriage will go forward. The couple can do what they want with appropriate discretion after the wedding is consecrated in the Temple."

"That sounds like a formula for marital disaster." I was thinking of my parent's problems as I spoke.

"It can be made to work if people just try hard enough."

"This is Sandra's issue not mine," I said. "She is the one who has to decide if she is going to marry this guy."

"So you won't stop her?"

"No. And I won't tell her she should either."

"Good." She breathed a sigh of satisfaction and then finished the jelly jar of wine.

"Ah... Richard... there is one more thing I want." She was rubbing my cock through my jeans again.

"And what's that Jane?"

"I want you to fuck me. The girls have literally tortured me telling me how good you are in bed."

"And what would the girls say about me if I did that?" She had placed my hand on one of her big soft breasts and I was fondling it through her blouse and bra. I could feel a large swollen nipple poking through the bra and blouse rubbing against my palm. I could also feel my cock continuing to swell in the prison of my jeans.

"Well Lauren certainly wouldn't care and I wasn't planning on telling Sandra. Discretion is important Richard. I've built my life around it." While she spoke she was unfastening my jeans and extracting my erect cock. "On my yes, you do have a lovely cock," she said.

Later in my life I would learn that were times when you should just say no. But that wisdom would come later. On this occasion I was a horny 20 year old who had just returned from a visit home that, as unlikely as it was for my family, had consisted of several days of sexual abstinence. I had arrived at Lauren's apartment fully expecting to get laid, if not by Sandra then at least by Lauren, and now after several drinks it appeared that the alternative would have to be Jane. So be it.

So of course I didn't say no. I just lifted my hips up as she tugged my jeans down to my knees and then I leaned back and enjoyed her cock sucking skills. Jane was on her knees between my legs. She licked the shaft a bit and teased the slit in the head with her tongue, but before starting in earnest she unbuttoned her blouse and shed it along with her bra. My cock twitched on its own when I got a view of her naked tits. They were spectacular, or so they seemed to me at the time. She held them out to me, asking me, "Like what you are seeing?"

"Yes," I mumbled.

Then she engulfed my cock, using her tongue to caresses the head as she pumped up and down, sucking energetically on each withdrawal.

"Oh my that's a great cock," she said repeating herself after a few minutes of energetic cock sucking. She rose to her knees as she stroked my cock which now gleamed with her saliva. Then she leaned forward and trapped it between her glorious tits. "Does my daughter titty fuck you like this Cowboy?"

"No?" she responded to my silence as she caressed my cock with her tits. "Perhaps my daughter-in-law does. I've watched her do it with her husband, and mine," she said after a pause. "Lauren can be such a slut."

"Tell me Cowboy," she said. "If I make you cum now, how long until you get hard again?"

Without waiting for answer she sucked my cock back into her mouth and this time taking it right down her throat. She made some noises as she fellated me, noises that really didn't match her uptight Mormon wifey appearance. She pulled back and said, "Bet you didn't think I could do that did you Cowboy. I learned it from Lauren." Then she sucked me back in and down her throat. After more than a week of celibacy during my Christmas visit to Idaho she quickly pushed me over the edge. It felt like I was pumping gallons of cum down her throat. When I was finished she pulled back licking her lips and said, "Now it's my turn."

She stood and removed the rest of her clothing and then bent to pull off my boots along with my jeans which had never gotten below my knees. As she was pulling my boots off. She was bent over facing away from me giving me a perfect view of her shapely ass and gleaming sex. I could feel my cock beginning to recover. After my boots and jeans were off she sat in an armchair opposite me languidly stroking her gleaming pussy while I stroked my rapidly recovering cock. My cock was rapidly recovering as we sat watching each other masturbate.

Once satisfied with my cock's recovery she walked over to me and told me to stretch out on the couch. By this time my cock was standing straight out from my groin like a flagpole. I couldn't wait to play with those big, beautiful, tits. Jane climbed aboard me and let me fondle her boobs while she slowly eased my cock into her cunt. "Oh my fucking god," she said as she finally managed to fill her hot cunt with my cock. "Lauren said you were good, but I didn't believe you had this big a cock. Oh fuck I'm full. Just lay there and play with my tits while I get used to you." She was silent for a moment and then said, "Oh yes. It feels so fucking good. I don't know anyone in the Families that has a cock like yours." The way she put it made me wonder how any males of the Founding Families she had fucked over the years. I didn't ask.

Having been raised to always obey your elders, I did just as she requested. I lifted and bounced her tits. I fondled them and pushed them about on her chest. I sucked on her nipples and then pinched them and pulled them away from her causing her to whine and cry with delight. I could have kept that up forever. Jane's big tits were just perfect for entertaining a horny young kid from Idaho. But within a minute or two she began to rise and fall on my cock. I matched her rhythm humping my back to meet each stroke and drive my cock as far into her as it would go.

Jane didn't last any longer than I did when she was blowing me. After a few minutes of wild humping, her head swinging from side to side and her tits bouncing and swaying, she cried out as her first climax of the day swept through her. I could feel the muscles in her cunt trying to crush my dick. Then she collapsed forward, her big tits mashed against my chest and her face next to mine. "Oh fuck Cowboy. That was incredible. Just fucking incredible. Just like the girls told me."

We lay that way for minute or two until I flexed my cock in her still quivering cunt. "Oh fuck Cowboy. You're still hard. You aren't done are you."

"No I'm not," I said. I fucked her for a while in the position we started in, but she quickly wanted to try other things and we tried more positions than even my Idaho relatives could come up with. When we finished, or better said, I finished because I think Jane could have gone all night, she was bent over the end of the couch with me pounding her from behind slapping her on the ass as I drove her to what was, I don't know, her fifth, eighth, tenth climax of the afternoon. I had no idea how many times she had cum but I could hold out no longer and I stood, my legs rigid and her perfect ass between my hands and pulled tight against me as I pumped load after load of cum deep in her cunt. I was groaning and she was screaming with yet another climax.

That was when I met her husband. He too apparently had a key to the apartment (And why not? Didn't everyone?) He was a tall silver haired gentleman, dressed in a suit, the very image of a senior Mormon banker and an important Elder of the Church.

As I stood there holding his naked and well fucked wife by the ass, he smiled and said, "Hello everyone. Perhaps I'm early."

Jane's response was a groan. I couldn't tell whether it was the last gasp of her climax or a greeting of sorts. I was silent.

"It's all right son," he said. "You can let her down now. I think she's done with you for the day. I suppose I should introduce myself. I'm Spencer Olson. I believe you know my daughter Sandra, and my daughter-in-law Lauren in much the same carnal way you seem to have just met my wife Jane. And I assume you are Richard."

"Yes sir."

He smiled. "No need for formalities. After all you are fucking my wife and have been fucking my daughter and daughter-in-law. Perhaps you should just call me Spencer, like they do."

As I let go of Jane she slumped forward and twisted to the side until she lay slumped and sprawled on the couch, her legs spread wantonly and her pussy gleaming with a mixture of her juices and mine. She looked well and thoroughly fucked, still gasping from her latest climax of the afternoon. "Spencer you're early," she said in a hoarse whisper.

"More like right on time," he said, looking at his watch.

I was still just standing there with my drooping prick hanging down one leg. Spencer looked at me. "I see some jelly jars. Is there any of that good wine Sandra brought back from Paris left or did the two of you drink the last of it this afternoon?"

"There is another bottle."

"Good. Son let's go to the kitchen and have some wine while Jane tidies up. Jane you look like you've had a hard afternoon. Did Richard here live up to his billing?"

"Yes," she groaned. "Oh god yes."

I pulled on my jeans and Spencer and I went to the kitchen where he opened a third bottle of wine and filled two more jelly jars. "Well son," he said to me. "On the basis of things I've heard from several faculty members I know here and the things I've heard from my female relatives, it looks like you've been blazing quite a trail through BYU. Cheers."

We drank in silence until Spencer said, "I realize that you may find my family's version of the Church's values a little different than what you were taught, but well people are what they are, so I've learned to live with it. I'm a little like you. I was raised on a ranch damn near in Moab so when I enrolled in BYU and was introduced to the rest of my relatives in Salt Lake's Founding Families as Jane likes to call them I found things to be a good deal different than I was raised to expect." He shook his head. "I got used to it." Then he raised his glass in a toast to our shared backgrounds.

I didn't know what to say to him. Moab is so far east of Salt Lake City it's even more remote than the little town I grew up in. We were silent while Spencer took a couple more long pulls on the wine. None of these people ever drank their wine slowly enough to taste it, a skill I would later learn in California.

"But listen son," he said "There is one thing you need to remember about your relationship with Sandra. I know you two are in love and I know you are fucking your way through college with her and that's all fine. After all that's what college is for. But here's the thing. You can't marry her. She has to marry Andrew. Jane has committed to that and she will make my life and yours a living hell if it doesn't happen."