Milf And Friends Son Ch 03

There's no denying that I sucked a lot of cock during college. And by "a lot," I really mean a lot. I was known as the "BJ Princess of Pi Phi" at the University of Richmond. My reputation went far and wide. But that was a long time ago. And in the intervening years I went to an Ivy League law school, had a successful run practicing corporate law and now teach law at a top university. By all accounts I am a respected, successful and accomplished woman. So how is it that I find myself, at age 49, right back where I started; namely, on my knees in the back room of a frat house with a large cock on my lips? If you answered "Johnny," you guessed right. That SOB lands me in the most humiliating circumstances.

After our first two rendezvous, Johnny felt it was time to "introduce" me to some of his friends. And by "friends", I mean basically the entire soccer team at his college. Of course I was reluctant at first. But then I thought, "why not?" I figured he'd have me dress sexy and show me off a bit. Where's the harm, right? I still have a knock-out body, 40C-23-34. Why not flaunt? At 5'10" I'm mostly legs - smooth, trim and toned. My breasts are not the biggest at 40C, but despite my age they still perk right-up. Mine are the type with the nipples that point skyward from sizeable pink aureoles that sit high-up on a heavy, full round breast. Honestly, I've always been a bit self conscious about my nipples. They are difficult to cover as they are large gumdrop size and often hard - nearly impossible to cover other than with a thick sweater. But my real asset is my fantastic rear-end. It's round, and heart-shaped with the right amount of firmness - perky but with enough cushion to be pleasingly squeezable and spankable.

So I shouldn't have been surprised when Johnny ask me to dress in the ridiculously short, skintight Lycra tube of a dress to wear he had bought me. I was told to wear my highest-heeled shoes as well, and of course - no underwear.

"Well," I thought, "let's give the boys a bit of a thrill." I figured I'd make an appearance in this ridiculously inappropriate outfit, have a few beers and be on my merry way. Although it occurred to me that it was rather odd that Johnny told me to come by the frat house in the late afternoon rather than the evening.

When I arrived the house was mostly empty. I knocked and let myself in. Johnny, called out, "Marie, is that you? Come on up." I followed his voice and climbed the stairs, teetering on my absurdly high heels. They must have had a party the previous night as the place was a mess and smelled like stale beer. Ugh, I was so glad that this type of fun was far behind me.

"Where are you, Johnny?"

"Back here."

I followed his voice to the back room on the third floor. "What are you doing back here?"

As I came through the door into the small, poorly lit room I could see Johnny lying on a grimy sofa with his leg propped-up on a pillow and an ace wrap holding ice to his ankle.

"What happened honey," I asked.

"Twisted it in a slide tackle yesterday."

"Where is everyone else?"

"Still at practice. They should be back any minute."

I smiled, "Am I hear to suck you off to help you feel better?" Surely that was why he called, not for me to meet his friends - that was just an excused to get me there. Or so I thought.

I was shocked when his response was, "No, you're here to blow a couple frat brothers."

"What! Are you crazy!"

Of course I flat out refused. We argued. It seems he lost heavily at cards the night before and somehow my oral talents had been tossed into the pot unbeknownst to me. He pleaded with me, "It's just two guys, what's the big deal?"

In the end, what can I say other than that the kid has a real pull on me. I don't know what it is, but I just can't resist his requests. Actually, I do know what it is - the 10"of perfect cock he has in his pants.

So I sat there next to him and pouted as we waited for his friends to come and collect. Soon enough I heard the raucous entry of the team.

"Up here guys," Johnny shouted.

Up the stairs and into the room bounded two young men. They were just back from practice, hadn't even bothered to shower. They were dripping with sweat. Ugh, this was going to be a chore, I thought to myself.

As I stood up Johnny swatted me hard on the ass. "Guys, this is Marie. She's here to settle me up for last night. She sucks like a champ." He pulled himself up on his good leg, and grabbed my arm. "On your knees woman." And with that he forced me to my knees in front of one of the guys. I was face-to- face with the crotch of his sweaty shorts.

I figured I might as well be comfortable. "Hold on, let me slip off these heels." And a turned to slide them off. I sat back on my heels and when I turned to face him his cock was right in my face. He had removed the shorts in the time that I had removed my heels. Before I could react Johnny pushed my face right into his crotch and held it there. "Start sucking, you know you want it."

His crotch was sweaty and musky. Luckily, I crave such a manly smell. I couldn't resist. No one has to ask me twice, that cock went right in my mouth. Since it was still only semi-hard I gave it a few deep, hard sucks to get it going. That did the trick and that cock sprang to full attention. He was about 7", medium thickness, an easy deepthoat. I sucked that cock deep, buried my nose in his fragrant public hair and tongued his balls. He wasn't used to that from the co-eds. It wasn't long before the back of my throat was cum-covered.

The next one stepped-up. He was already working himself as he watched his buddy go balls deep in my mouth. So he was rock hard by the time he sidled-up to my waiting tongue. This one was closer to 8" and extra thick, crazy thick actually. Wasn't sure how I was going to get my jaw around this bad boy. I guess I hesitated a bit too long and got a slap in the face for it -WHACK- Damn, that stung. I was shocked. Before I could react he slapped me in the face with his cock, grabbed my hair and forced himself between my plump lips. He proceeded to pump my mouth aggressively. It wasn't long before I was leaking saliva out the sides of my mouth and straining to breathe. With his hand on the back of my head there was no relief. I reached between his legs and started to forcefully tug on his balls to speed this along. When that didn't work, I sent a finger up his ass. That did the trick - my mouth quickly was filled with more cream. "Make sure you swallow it all bitch." As if I hadn't planned to.

Well, I figured a job well done. But when cock number 2 stepped away there in the wings were 3, 4 and 5. Now I'd like to say that I stood my ground and walked away on principal - we had agreed on two, but truth be told once I have the taste of sweaty cock in my mouth it's hard for me to stop. I consider it a moral victory to have only let one hole be violated that day. And boy was it violated. By the time the day was over I had made my way through the entire 11 man starting team and four bench riders. I sucked on all shapes and sizes that day. Some finished in my mouth, others in my hair and a few on my erect nipples poking through my sheer blouse. My knees were sore, my throat was sore, my jaw was aching and I was completely cum drunk. The BJ Princess of Pi Phi rides again!