College Interruptus

Chapter Ten

Horny Housewife

On Monday morning I woke with a throbbing erection and the erotic sight of Irene having sex with the little twelve year old Beulah burned into my mind. And then came the bad news…twice.

First was a note I found under my door at noon. Tanya wrote to say she had to go to the city…a visa matter… and couldn’t clean on Saturday. The lack of housecleaning didn’t bother me but missing the vacuuming by her pretty mouth was something else.

The second piece of bad news was that the coming weekend was “Bonding Weekend” which I found out was a two nights, three days camping trip where the fathers took their children from noon Friday until Sunday evening. I wouldn’t even get a chance to get relief with either Deepa or Rhaina.

It was a long week, especially with nothing to look forward to at the end. After school on Friday I ate some junk food, changed into my sweat pants and settled down with my single malt whiskey determined to relax.

I had barely had a sip when there was a knock on the outside door. I opened it to find Mrs. Whittier there holding a bowl or casserole or something.

“I just never seem able to have you over for diner so today with everybody off camping I decided I could bring dinner to you. But you’d better put this in the microwave and heat it,” she added as she placed the covered casserole on the kitchen table.

It was a cool night but she was wearing a t-shirt that displayed clearly her magnificent mammarial blessings. She had on a short skirt and bedroom slippers and her heavily painted mouth pouted appealingly.

“Is it all right for me to offer the preacher’s wife a drink?”

”Oh Mr. Aspen. Yes! Reverend Whittier wouldn’t approve but we’re not going to tell him are we?”

Is scotch OK?

“Oh yes. With ice.”

“Do you have a girlfriend, Mr. Aspen?”

“Not now…I used to but she found someone else.”

”It must be hard,” she said and then giggled, “I don’t mean what you thought,” she continued, “I mean going without a girl for so long.”

It was obvious that her double entendre hadn’t been spoken in error. Was she inviting advances. I could see that she wasn’t wearing a brassiere and her humungous jugs jiggled with every move of her shoulders.

“Yes Mrs. Whittier. It’s very hard…in whatever way you mean.”

And then her hand was on my leg moving up to my groin.

“Maybe you need some tender loving care from an old married lady. Would you like that,” and then her hand closed over my full blown erection and she uttered a breathless, “OhmyGod!”

“Let’s go to the bedroom and talk about it Mrs. Whittier,” I said as I refilled the glass that she had quickly emptied.

“Yes Mr. Aspen…I want to talk about it. Can I talk dirty to you? The Reverend won’t let me say what I like saying,”

“Say whatever you feel like saying,” and as I replied her skirt dropped in a heap around her ankles and she peeled off the t-shirt that barely disguised her big, bouncy boobs. Then she flopped down naked on her back on my bed and spread her thick thighs.

“This is what I came for Mr. Aspen,” and she reached out to drag my sweatpants down. “I need a cock in my hungry cunt but I never expected to be this quick and this lucky.”

I lay beside her on the bed, noting that her big tits were definitely natural for they flattened, the saucer-sized areola puckering pinkly as I leaned close and kissed her. The woman’s mouth was delightfully soft and moist and it opened to drag my tongue inside. I had all weekend so I decided to milk the moments for all I could.

I gently slid my hands over her buxom body, slowly, exploring her. With my mouth I explored the area of her convex belly with my lips and nose, getting close to the navel and making soft circles. I then began licking the area of her rib cage, kissing and gently sucking on the skin. I explored each side, slowly, lovingly, painfully... tasting and kissing that soft skin.

She was breathing heavily from the teasing and I saw that her vulva and clit were already swollen. I caressed her body, her face and her magnificent breasts until "No more, please," she whispered pleadingly. "I want you inside me!" she begged. “I want you to fuck me with that beautiful big cock.”

I pinned both her arms to the bed, and enclosed her right breast in my mouth and sucked hard. She moaned loudly, and she convulsed and tried to break free, but after a few seconds it was over, I could hear her breathing heavily. Then I let go of her arms. I lay my head on her pillowing breasts.

I moved lower then, down between her limply splayed legs and opened my mouth wide, engulfed her clitoris, and sunk my tongue into her vulva as deeply as I could, and took a slow, upward lick.

I heard her take a deep, sudden breath, and she made a loud gasping sound as she desperately took air into her lungs. I then began caressing her clitoris with my tongue, pressing hard, never losing contact, and I kept mauling her breasts. She was breathing in very short gasps now, and I could feel her body tensing underneath me. I felt her warm fluid soaking my chin, some of which reached my neck, but I kept going.

I did not know how long I licked her, but I did feel her tense and moan more than six times. By the tenth time I stopped counting and just enjoyed the experience. Needless to say by then I had more or less figured out the timing of her orgasms, and right as one was about to start, I stopped.

I put myself into position, guiding the thick head of my cock to her shaven, swollen pussy lips, and I pressed it hard against her swollen labia. Before I could do anything else though, she wrapped her legs around my hips and pulled me in.

I felt the warm, slimy moisture of her vagina swallow my cock, and with each disappearing centimetre I felt more and more of her heat wrap around it. I moaned and gasped as wet, slimy sounds filled the air, as more and more of my man-meat sank into her; I moaned as if it was the first time I ever felt the warmth of a woman.

“Oohhh God Mr. Aspen. You’re a gift from Heaven,” the woman moaned as she tilted her broad hips and I felt her warm, wet pussy wrapped around my manhood, and the friction as I slid into her. I was getting an unusual thrill from sinking my cock into a woman that was 11 years my senior and giving her pleasure. It was different than getting into the young teenagers I’d had…that special thing I got when I fucked Janey’s Aunt.

Mrs. Whittier’s pussy squeezed my cock hard as centimetre, after centimetre of my rock-hard cock sank into her hot slimy fuck hole, the slimy sounds continuing to fill the air. Finally, I buried it to the balls. The thickness of my cock had her grimacing in pleasure and pain- she obviously had never taken a dick as thick as mine before. Out of consideration, and desire, I didn't begin thrusting right away. I simply lay on top of her, joined with her at the genitals, and savoured the sensation as long as I could.

She began to move her hips, which felt good, but I asked her to stop; "please no, no friction, no friction" I said gasping "I want to savour your warmth." What little movement she made caused me to get excited, but I kept control, though I must admit the slimy sounds of our joined genitals was almost too much to bear.

There we were, joined at the hip, my cock fully engulfed by this natural pussy, with the feeling of her slimy warmth completely engulfing my tool, her legs and arms wrapped around me, and absolutely no movement. Remaining rock hard, I began kissing her.

“Hurry Mr. Aspen. Fuck me! Ram that big cock into the bottom of my cunt,” and the woman locked her legs around my hips and levered her pelvis against mine. The slurpy noises got louder and louder, faster and faster, ever so slowly. I could feel her pussy gripping me as if she was going fall of cliff. She was gripping me, sucking me into her, the sloppy noises squishing louder and louder each time she gripped me and sucked me into her.

The preacher’s wife moaned soft moans that were barely audible, which I knew were from orgasms because I felt her cervix press the head of my cock. Each time her vagina tightened around me, her legs and arms followed. She held my head close to hers, when suddenly, her whispers were interrupted by yet another moan- this one much louder than all the others.

Her mouth was gaping wide open, her eyes were white they rolled so far back into her head that I was afraid for a moment. But my instincts began taking over- I could no longer control the tempo of my thrusts. I began thrusting faster and faster, the wet sounds telling of my urgency- I began humping her like a dog in heat.

She knew what was happening, and held on to me tight- holding me tighter than ever with her arms and legs so I would go in deeper. I thrust harder and harder, the slushy sounds getting louder and faster, faster and faster. The heat and wetness of her pussy was finally too much to bear.

Wave after wave of my hot sperm sprayed her cervix and vaginal walls, I could hear her moan loudly from the shock and pleasure she feeling as her cervix and vaginal walls were massaged by the hot gentle jets of my cum. I felt like I was spewing liquid fire mixed with electricity a sweet sensation that spread throughout my body as I sprayed more and more of my hot seed into her, the build up of a whole week, her pussy squeezed me hard, milking my cock brutally hard as if it was hers. Then, with a clenched jaw and a grimacing face, I squirted my final, and very large, load into her. After a couple of thrusts and squirts, I finally collapsed.

I lay on top of her for a while, feeling her hand stroking the back of my head, tenderly, almost maternally wile I enjoyed the cushioning fullness of her big, soft breasts under my chest.

We were still joined at the genitals; my cock was losing its hardness very, very slowly. She kissed me on the cheek, and then said, "Thank you; you are a nice young man, thank you.”

“Thank you Mrs. Whittier. You’re fabulous,” and as if responding to the compliment her hips stirred under me and her cum-flooded cunt twitched around my cock.

The woman’s hand snaked down between our close pressed bodies and she wrapped her fingers around the base of my cock.

“Can you go again,” she asked almost timidly.

“Mmmm…I think so,” and I rammed into her again.

“Oh Mr. Aspen. I haven’t been fucked like that since before I was married … maybe not even then. The Reverend is a once a week guy and for a long time it’s been once a month if I’m lucky. Can I get on top? He doesn’t let me do it that way…he says the woman is always supposed to be under the man.”

I rolled off her slack body and she quickly rose to straddle my hips. “You have a big cock Mr. Aspen. The biggest I’ve had.” Then as she guided the glistening tip of my tool to her fat and slightly gaping cuntlips a trickle of creamy gism drooled from her body to run down the shaft of my organ. She lowered herself gingerly and as the wet warmth of her vagina enclosed me she moaned with obvious pleasure.

“You have the biggest breasts I’ve ever known Mrs. Whitttier, “ I murmured as I cupped them and began milking their voluptuous fleshiness while she began slowly to fuck herself on my hard but still cum-numbed cock.

“Do you have a condom? Mr. Whittier insists on using one so I don’t take the pill. It’s probably already too late. I think you flooded my womb so if there’s an egg waiting then you likely knocked me up. But I don’t care. Just fuck me. Fill my hungry cunt with your big cock and pump your sperm into me…just don’t stop now.

”I have a pill for your Mrs. Whittier,” I gasped as she began to ride me with loud grunts and hard grinding thrusts. I felt the muscles in her juicy twat contract and she froze in mid stroke for a few seconds before continuing her furious pumping.

It was incredibly sexy to have this buxom woman, the mother of one of the students I lusted after fucking me with total abandon. If I ever got into Julia would she be as good as her mother? I didn’t expect to ever find out.

Nancy Whittier definitely had a hunger for sex. I’m not sure how long it was that she rode me nor do I know how many times she came but even in the juicily loose clasp of her childbearing pussy my cock was beginning to feel tender.

“Pretend you’re fucking Ms. Simmons. Imagine what it will be like to get into her holier than thou twat. She’s a bitch who need a big cock to teach her how to treat people.”

I was surprised by the woman’s outburst but it was all that was needed to take me over the top again. I filled my hands with titflesh and dragged her down as I fucked up into her.

“Yes Mr. Aspen! Oh Yes! Cum! Fill my hungry cunt with your sperm. Oh yes! Fuck me!”

My balls tightened and then I felt the glorious heat as my seed made its way through the tubing to my cock and then I erupted into the woman’s hot receptacle as her inner muscles involuntarily or maybe intentionally milked me. It seemed to take forever for the blissful moment of ejaculation to end and then she fell forward, her big, pliant boobs mashed against my chest.

“Am I good Mr. Aspen? Does this fat old lady give you a good fuck?”

“You’re terrific Mrs. Whittier. I hope your family goes away again.”

“Oh God. That was wonderful,” she sighed as she dismounted from me and lay beside me, cuddling close. “You’ve been here about a month now haven’t you? Have you tried to get into that bitchy Ms. Simmons?”

“No but why do you call her bitchy?”

“It’s just her attitude. But if you get your cock in her it’ll straighten her out. And if you’re fucking her you’re not going to be tempted by your students. Have you ever though of my daughter that way?”

“Don’t be silly Mrs. Whittier. They’re only schoolgirls.”

“Yeah, just like I was when a teacher got my cherry. They get horny just like adults…and you’re a good looking guy. You could get some of them to spread for you easy if you tried. But you better not try Julia!”

I slept then, the sleep of sexual satiation and when I awoke the woman was also asleep, her naked thigh thrown across mine and her cum-soaked vulva pressed to my limp genitals. I looked at the clock and saw that it was almost four AM. Was there a chance that somebody would see her when she left my place to go home? The later we waited, the greater the chance.

“Are you awake?” I heard her voice as I felt her fingers teasing my limp tool. But it responded immediately.

“I have to go soon I know Mr. Aspen but will you fuck me again?”

“I’ll try Mrs. Whittier and as I began to urge her to mount me she held back.

“No Mr. Aspen. I want you on top. I want you to dominate me like a man should dominate a woman,” and then I was lying on top of the big breasted woman as she guided my erect penis to her cum-flooded vagina. This time was nothing new. She wrapped her legs around me, rotated her hips, tilted her pelvis and after some time and I think more than one orgasm for her she extracted another semen tribute into her inner receptacle.

I went to sleep again before she left and was awakened by a demanding knock on the outside door. I’ll have to get a doorbell, I thought as I pulled on sweatpants and shirt to answer the door.

“It’s OK Mr. Aspen. It’s mid-morning and if anybody sees me it will look innocent. I had to come back though…you didn’t give me the pill you said you had.”

I got the pill for her and we shared coffee and a conversation that was sometimes innocent and casual and sometimes a repeat of the lewdness of the previous night.

The preacher’s wife came back again late on Saturday night and by the time she left at four AM I was a drained shell.