Chapter 3: Married MILF Audits the Nubile Teacher

Joseph Meyer

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.

Ashtoreth

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.

Being bred is the ultimate form of cuckolding, drifted through my mind.

“Being bred is the ultimate form of cuckolding,” I groaned.

His dick twitched against my pussy lips. He wanted to breed me. Every man wanted to plant his seed deep in a woman. I slid my cunt down his cock. I swallowed him. He groaned softly and I whimpered at that wonderful joy.

The light flickered in the room as the slide changed. I bottomed out on him. I cupped his face and kissed him. I was old enough to be his mother. He was nineteen or so, the same age as my daughter. It had been hot having a threesome with them.

I slid my cunt up his dick as our tongues danced together. This was such a wild moment. I was so glad for it. I was so happy that we were sharing this moment. My heart pounded in my chest as I plunged down that big dick.

I sank to the hilt on him. I loved having him in me.

I moaned into his lips and rode his dick. I worked my cunt up and down him, savoring this hot delight. My pussy squeezed about him. It was just so good to have all that his cock in me. He had such an amazing dick.

His hands gripped my rump. His fingers kneaded my butt-cheeks as I worked my twat up and down his massive dick. He wasn’t just bigger than my husband but that hung stud I fucked last night. I squeezed my pussy down around that dick, riding my young lover with passion.

I broke the kiss and rubbed my nose against him. “Isn’t that just amazing!”

“Yes,” he groaned. “Yes, yes, that’s wondrous!”

I winked at him as I rode him. I worked up and down his cock. I loved feeling his dick in me. I savored that wonderful cock in my pussy. I gripped him with all that I had. I rode him with such passion. I enjoyed every second of it. That was so good. Just so amazing.

My pussy gripped him. I rode him with passion. I savored that delicious dick in my pussy. The rest of the class was listening to the boring lecture. They should be having fun. They were in college. Joseph was having fun.

So was I.

“Mrs. Howser,” he murmured.

“Mmm, that feels so good. You’re going to breed me, right?”

His fingers dug into my rump. “Yes.”

I kissed him again, my orgasm building fast. I rode him with all that I had. I savored this delight. My twat gripped him. I savored the heat of him. It was so good to feel that delight. My pussy massaged him as I rode him with passion.

I worked up and down him. I slammed my cunt down his dick. He groaned as I did that. He moaned as my cunt gripped his cock. I held him tight as he savored my pussy. He loved my twat. It was a fantastic rush to work up and down him.

I quivered as I ground my clit into his crotch on every down stroke. His cock thrust out of his open fly. rubbing the zipper on my vulva. The denim. It all contributed to make me feel so good. I shuddered, riding him as fast as I could.

I plunged down his cock and exploded.

I squealed into his mouth as my pussy went wild around his dick. It was so incredible to have my cunt writhing around his dick. The heat swept through me. It was so amazing. I shuddered through all that passion. I loved all this ecstasy surging through me. It was an absolute delight.

He growled into my mouth, his fingers digging into my rump, and erupted.

It was a triumph to have his cum spurting into my fertile pussy. To have his seed flooding my womb. No rubber stopped him from flooding me with all that potential new life. The miracle of making a baby with my studly lover.

I groaned through my bliss, my cunt milking his dick. I spasmed around him, savoring every spurt of his jizz splashing against my cervix. My cunt worshiped him. My pussy loved his dick. It was so good having all that cum flood me.

I was in heaven here as I milked him.

I broke the kiss as he groaned. He erupted one last time into me. I shuddered through my bliss. He filled me up with all his cum. I felt so good. My body buzzed from all the heat that swept through me. It was just a perfect delight.

“Thank you for breeding me,” I purred and slid off him.

I sank onto the seat beside him, his cum spilling out of my cunt and making a mess. A big smile spread on my lips. It was in heaven right now. My heart pounded in my chest. My entire body quivered with all this pleasure right now.

It was just a perfect moment.

“Mrs. Howser,” he panted.

“Mmm,” I purred and reached for my panties.

Ashtoreth

I climaxed on my fingers as the married slut rode Joseph’s cock. They kissed as she wanted to be bred. I glanced at the teacher. She was beautiful. Not married but also not a virgin. Joseph fancied her. I could feel that.

I drifted over to the lecture hall. It was so strange to see men and women gathered together like this. They were all listening to her speak about places that I knew. Mt. Ebal. The Mountain of Curses. A place of Yahweh.

I had fun corrupting his followers. They would build me poles atop the high places and hold orgies in my honor. Their women would make their personal poles dedicated to me and fuck them in and out of their pussies.

I reached the teacher. She had black hair cut short. Her skin was pale. Was she one of the Achaeans? A Minoan, perhaps? Delicious.

Joseph, that hung stud you teach, is being ridden by that naughty wife. He’s going to breed her. Don’t you want him to breed you? Don’t you want him to be your stud?

She paused in her lecture and stared to the back of the room. She saw, her eyes widened. She stumbled over her next words and clicked a button. That made the strange images to change. They were being projected from a lamp like shadow puppets but with so much detail.

The knowledge of the world had progressed so much while I slumbered.

Ms. Michelle Smythe

I was beginning the next part of my lecture on Biblical Archaeology to talk about the Ration Tablets. “Excavated in the ruins of Babylon near the Ishtar Gate,” I said as I watched that slutty MILF riding Joseph. My favorite student. She was working her cunt up and down his dick. My pussy was so hot. “The Ration Tablets are administrative documents of the Babylonian Kings. In this case, the list of food given to various political prisoners living in the palace. One of those names includes the last king of Judah who was, as described at the end of 2nd Kings in the bible, taken prisoner and housed and fed in Babylon. His name can clearly be read here.”

I clicked the slide to switch to a new one with an outline of the cuneiform.

“It identifies him by name and as the King of Judah. Beneath it is listed his rations of...”

The words spilled out of my mouth, and I couldn’t look away. She rode him. In the middle of my class. My pussy burned so hot. They shuddered before she slid off him and into the chair, clearly satiated by him.

Bred by him.

My pussy burned so hot.

You should be the one being fucked and bred by him, drifted through my mind.

I agreed. That should be me. I kept lecturing as the woman pulled on her pants, Joseph struggling to pay attention. I shook my head, my heart pounding with such rage. I couldn’t believe he let that hussy use him like that in the middle of class.

I flicked the switches behind me, turning on the lights. His face was flushed, his glasses askew. “That’s it for today. We’ll end it a tad early. I know, I know, I’m the best.” I hesitated. “Joseph, if you would stay after so we can discuss your tardiness and your ... friend.”

The MILF smirked, her bleached-blonde hair spilling down her face. Joseph swallowed. He looked nervous only for something to change in his expression. Like he realized something. He stared at me with ... open interest.

The pair sauntered up to me, the whore zipping up her fly. she must have forgotten. She had a pussy full of his cum. She must. Joseph reached me, the hussy clinging to his arm. He adjusted his glasses, giving me a questioning look.

“Did you enjoy the lecture?” I asked.

“Oh, I did,” cooed the slut, her voice dripping with her delight.

“It was great,” said Joseph. “I hope Mrs. Howser didn’t cause any distraction.”

“I did notice...” I glanced at her then at the door. The last student left. I had to confront them, but how should I do it?

Check her for cum, whispered through my thoughts.

“I did notice that you two were inappropriate, and the proof is here!” I dropped to my knee and attacked the MILF’s fly. She looked to be a student’s mother. Not Joseph’s. She wore a wedding ring, too. What a complete slut. Her zipper rasped down. I yanked her jeans down, the crotch of her gray panties wet.

I could smell them. The cum. Her pussy juices.

I tore her panties down to reveal a landing strip of brown hair leading to the cheating folds of her pussy. They dripped with Joseph’s cum. There was the proof right there that he had fucked her in the middle of my class.

“You dirty hussy!” I snarled as the impulse to eat her out. “Fuck in my classroom, will you?”

I buried my face into her cunt and ate my first ever pussy. I licked at her spicy folds and gathered up my student’s salty cum. He didn’t look surprised at all. Joseph just nodded like he expected me to eat out his jizz from her pussy.

You need to be bred, too, whispered in my mind.

“Joseph,” I whimpered after taking a long lick through the MILF’s pussy.

“You want me to fuck your cunt and breed you, too,” he said like he was almost disappointed in me. That I was reveling my true colors as a slut to him. “Sure, Ms. Smythe.”