Married MILF Audits the Nubile Teacher
Joseph Meyers
I headed to class with Mrs. Howser on my arm.
It was certainly an unusual morning for me to have any woman on my arm let alone a married MILF that I just had a threesome with her daughter, a girl who lived on my floor in the dorms. I had fucked them both.
And that wasn't even the first threesome I had this morning. I woke up and discovered I was a stud. I didn't know what the hell was going on, but every girl had turned into a slut that wanted me to degrade them. They craved for me to use them. To fuck them. Cum on them.
Even piss on them.
It made no sense. No sense at all. I was told all my life not to treat women like objects. To be respectful to them. That they didn't want toxic men who ruled them, but now... That was all bullshit. They craved men to dominate them. To use them.
Donna and Bianca were my girlfriends or something. My concubines. I don't know. Now I had Ashley and her cheating mother, Mrs. Howser. She was a hot MILF, too, in her tight jeans and blouse that hugged those big tits. She had a delicious set of gray bra and panties underneath her clothes.
She was my mistress.
I had a mistress.
Me!
I went from virgin to stud. Now I strolled across my campus with this hottie on my arm. I felt good. Girls were glancing at me. They sensed that something was different about me. I had learned what felt like forbidden knowledge.
I had learned the truth about women. They weren't innocent. They were just as horny as men. Just as eager to do kinky shit, and they wanted men to ignore their bullshit and take them hard. Bend them over tables. Fuck them in the ass.
Piss all over them.
A girl giggled. It sounded right behind my shoulder. I glanced behind me but no one was there. I had a strange feeling someone was watching me. Well, lots of people were watching me. They knew about what I was. What I did.
"So where are we going?" Mrs. Howser purred.
"To my archaeology class," I said. "That's my major."
"You like digging up the past, huh?" she purred, her voice as thick and sweet as honey.
"Yeah," I said.
"So you're into older delights." She leaned in, her breast rubbing into my side, as she cooed into my ear. "Like MILFs."
My cheeks burned as I said, "Yeah. Come on, we have to go faster. I'm already late."
She laughed, thick and bright. She wanted to audit my classes. She only had a limited time at the college, and she wanted to make the most of it with me. Her husband had no idea she came to visit their daughter so she could cheat. She had already had a one-night stand with a guy last night.
What a whore.
"Yes, she is," a woman said.
"Did you say something?" I asked, confused why Mrs. Howser would say that.
"No," she said as we hurried into the building.
I must be hearing things. Or imagining things. No one could read my thoughts. I pushed it out of my mind as I entered in the back of the lecture hall. It was already underway. Ms. Smythe was up front. She was a doctoral candidate in the field. I was working with her last night cataloging artifacts like the Ashtoreth seal that had made me so horny.
I still couldn't believe I jacked off to an ivory carving of a topless Mesopotamian Goddess.
"Joseph," Ms. Smythe said, spotting me in the back. "You're late."
"Er, sorry, Ms. Smythe," I said. "Um, and this is... She is..."
"I'm Maria Howser, Joseph's
friend,"
she cooed, leaving no doubt what sort of friends we were. "I just want to audit a few of his classes. I hope that's okay. Sorry for making him late."
"That's fine," Ms. Smythe said. "Just be on time from now on."
"I will," I said as we found seats in the back. It was dark with the lights turned down for her slide show. She was talking about a biblical dig at Mount Ebal in Israel and a tin curse seal that was found. It might contain the oldest inscription of YHWH found written in Proto-Hebrew script. It was dated to the 1500s B.C.E.
That was fascinating. There was a big debate in archaeology exactly when the Israelite culture appeared in Canaan. Some put it in the 1500s. others in the 1300s. Either way, the culture did appear suddenly, burning idols and halting the practice of eating pork.
"This so boring," purred Mrs. Howser. "I know what will spice it up."
"Shhh," I said, taking notes on this new find. A curse tablet found on Mt. Ebal was fascinating. My zipper rasped
I froze.
Mrs. Howser slid her hand into my jeans and found my cock. She pulled me out right here in the back of the dark classroom. I couldn't make a scene, either, because then everyone would know what I was doing back here. I would be in a shit-ton of trouble.
Mrs. Howser bent over. The MILF's bleached-blonde hair spilled over my lap. Her lips kissed the tip. She purred in delight as I stared at the screen while Ms. Smythe was talking about the debate in Biblical Archaeology over the dating of the Israelite Conquest. The evidence for both sides.
It was hard, though, with that hot mouth sucking on my dick. It was a wonderful experience having the MILF work her mouth up and down my dick. It was a fantastic delight to have her suckling on my dick. She bobbed her head and loved my cock with all that she had. It was just an amazing moment.
I groaned in delight as she worked her mouth up and down my dick. She suckled on me with all her passion. I fought my groans. I battled against making much noise. It was hard with her hot mouth working up and down my dick.
"Mrs. Howser," I whispered.
The other students listened to the lecture. I tried to take notes on my ReMarkable Tablet, an ePaper device. I shuddered at that hot mouth suckling at me. It was fantastic to have her suckling on me. She nursed with all her might on me.
She bobbed her head, working her mouth up and down my dick. It was fantastic to have her suckling on me. She nursed on me with all that she had. Her tongue danced around the crown of my dick. It felt so good.
I loved it so much. I savored that heat with all my might. I loved it immensely. It was so good having her suckling on me. Her cheeks hollowed as she loved my dick. I groaned as she blew me with all her passion. It was so amazing having her doing that.
"Shit, shit, shit," I whispered.
She drove me wild with that wonderful mouth. She made me feel so good about it. She suckled on me with all that she had. The pressure in my nuts hurtled toward the bursting point. Her tongue danced around the crown of my dick.
She wanted my cum. Craved it.
I slid my fingers through her blonde hair, unable to focus on the lesson. It was a fantastic rush to have her sucking my cock. I leaned back in my chair and clenched my teeth. She suckled with all her might. My nuts lurched.
I erupted.
I spurted my cum into her mouth.
The heat shot through me. Blast after blast of my cum splashed against the back of her throat. It was so good to dump my jizz into her mouth. I growled out in delight as I pumped more and over of my cum into her mouth. I flooded her with all that I had. It was just such a rush to have her suckling on me. She nursed with all her might on my cock.
I spurted into her again and again. I erupted into her mouth with passion. The heat slammed through me. I fought against crying out. It was that good. The pleasure soaked my thoughts. I loved every second of that heat billowing through me.
A big smile spread on my lips. It was just fantastic to have all that passion rushing through me. A big smile spread on my lips. My heart pounded in my chest as she nursed on me a few more times. She popped her mouth off me with a wet plop.
"Mmm, that was so interesting," she purred and sat back.
"Yeah," I panted.
* * *
Ashtaroth
I nuzzled into the cheating wife's ear. The Hittite or Scythian beauty was so delicious. She violated her sacred marriage vows. She had no defenses against me. Only a virgin or a woman who had only been with her husband could not be touched by me.
"The best place to be bred is right here, isn't it," I purred into her ear.
Her hands rubbed at her crotch. She unsnapped her jeans. He glanced at her in shock. Her zipper rasped down slowly. It was dark and cozy. I smiled and shoved my hands between my thighs. I frigged my cunt as the wicked woman lifted her rump and shoved off those strange garments men and women wore.
So cunningly made to fit so tight to her flesh. It was so unlike anything from the past. And the undergarments. So thin. So flimsy. Made of so little cloth. The way that these bras cupped breasts and changed their shapes. They were remarkable. Women in this time were blessed.
And all sluts.
* * *
Mrs. Maria Howser
"What are you doing?" he gasped.
I just had to be bred by him right here, right now. I didn't care if we were caught. If there were consequences to these actions. I just wanted his cock spurting all that wonderful spunk into me. It would be so perfect.
I shoved off my jeans, losing my heels. He swallowed, his cock twitching. I peeled off my gray panties next. It was so wild. The woman up front was going on and on about the most boring shit. Dig layers. Ash. I wanted to yawn through it.
I slipped off my panties and pressed them into his face. He breathed in my musk. My spicy pussy filled the air. I loved the scent of my excitement as I straddled him. He gasped as I did that. I grabbed his cock and pressed him into my shaved pussy.
I shaved just for this week. So I could fuck hunky college studs behind my husband's back.
"Mrs. Howser," he whispered softly.
"This is the best place for me to be bred," I purred.