College Days by Greg by doll1

The college I attended was a well-respected engineering school on the east coast. The problem was that it attracted a majority of male students. For the most part, the females in school had some kind of issue to prove, like “I’m just as good as any man.” They had the attitudes to go with it. This really put a crimp in the sex life of a college kid.

I was originally from a mid-western city, and I was used to partying every weekend. This college town was really short on friendly females. Parties were mostly for fraternity members, and even they were light on girls.

The college town was of decent size. It had a central business area and an outlying residential area. Employment opportunities in this area mostly revolve around the college. Professors, administrators, and support staff did all right, but there were few good local jobs. A lot of students had trouble and fought over the few burger joint opportunities.

Through some contacts at school, I learned about a local woman who could be had at a price. She lived on the south end of town. She was highly recommended by some guys I knew. They gave me her phone number and said she was available most days. She preferred that a guy call first.

On my first couple of visits to her house, she and I hit it off really well. She was divorced and had kids to feed.

Her name was Theresa. She was probably in her late thirties. She had honey-colored skin and coal-black curly hair. She was attractive in the face, but her body was starting to show some middle-age spread. She did have a great set of tits!

Theresa was struggling to make ends meet. She worked at a place cleaning-up after closing. Her job didn’t quite support her. She had taken to whoring during the day for the extra money.

Theresa was a sweet person. It seemed life had dealt her some bad cards along the way. Her husband had left her with mouths to feed and went out west, promising to send for her. It seemed that he found someone younger and just abandoned her and the kids.

I started going to her for a weekly blow-job. I was kind of afraid to actually fuck her. I was worried about catching some kind of disease. I didn’t want to deal with that.

She was an excellent cocksucker, though. Her mouth was like a vacuum cleaner. She could draw the load out of me and almost hurt you from the suction. The taste of cum didn’t offend her like many girls I had been with. Theresa always let me cum in her mouth, and she swallowed every drop.

I usually paid twenty dollars for a blowjob. For an extra five dollars, she’d strip off her top and rub her melon-sized tits all over my dick. When I came, she’d hose her tits down with cum and rub it in. If not, she’d swallow my load and lick my dick clean.

I had been going to see her at least weekly, and we had begun to talk friendly with each other. I think that the fact that I was not rough and didn’t cuss had put her at ease with me.

Usually on Wednesdays, I’d catch the bus to the south side of town. The area she lived in was mostly slum-type housing. Her place was not really dirty or anything, but the furniture was really old and broken down. The house always reeked of some strong food smell that she was preparing for supper that day. The couch in the living room where we usually did it was covered with throw-type covers. I imagined the couch fabric underneath was either stained or ripped beyond repair. You could tell there had been no steady man around.

I’d always call first before leaving school. It took about 15 minutes to get to her place. I always felt the money was well worth it. If I could get a date with some girl, I’d probably have to take her to dinner and a movie. And then, I might just get a peck on the cheek and just a “good night” if I was lucky! This way, I was guaranteed to get exactly what I really wanted, and I probably spent about the same.

Theresa and I became a regular thing. She seemed to prefer to stay with regular customers. She got to count on my donation for food and rent.

Theresa was a real pro at making a guy come. Her lips would work the end of a guy’s boner like she’d been born to it. I guess she had lots of practice over the years. I’d usually drop my pants and let her have at it while I sat on the ratty couch. She’d curl up on the floor at my feet and bring me off.

I usually paid the extra five bucks to watch her tits jiggle as she blew me. Her tits felt so warm pressed up against my inner thighs.

Theresa’s face was delicately featured, with beautiful lips, high cheekbones, and a narrow nose. Her dark eyebrows matched her coal-black hair. I could usually shoot part of my jizz up into her hairline if she didn’t get her mouth over the end of my cock quick enough.

One day I was getting a terrific dick flushing when her oldest daughter walked in on us. This girl was younger than me and, I guess, cute, but skinny as hell.

Her name was Corina. She had gotten off work early. She said the manager at the fast food place didn’t need her again today, so she was sent home. Anyway, this girl comes barging in the front door, and here I am splayed out on the couch with her mom doing a tonsil-tango with my hard-on. I tried to let Theresa know, but the girl was already in the room. I tapped Theresa on the shoulder and motioned to the girl.

Theresa sort of surprised me when she just paused, still holding my dick straight up in plain view.

I was pretty nervous, and my dick started to wilt. Theresa noticed and shook it by the base, where she had a couple fingers grip on it.

“It’s ok, don’t worry,” Theresa said to me, “she’s seen many dicks before.”

That helped somewhat, but I was still unnerved by having her daughter in the room with us. Theresa told her to go to the kitchen to get a snack. The girl walked right by us and flashed me a friendly smile. Theresa had resumed her work on my boner even before the girl had left the room.

It didn’t seem but a few minutes before Corina came back into the room carrying an apple. She walked over to an old beat-up lazy boy chair right across from us and sat down. She folded one leg up under her butt, and was swinging the other leg, kinda nervously. She was still chomping on the apple.

She was probably the spitting image of her mother at that age; she was attractive in the face, but her slight frame needed some curves. She had black shoulder length hair that was kind of unkempt, but it could be fixed. She didn’t have much in the tits department either yet, but she had the whitest teeth and a sweet smile.

Theresa paused for a minute and asked me if it bothered me having her there. I was kind of unsure at first, but I figured, “What the hell? If it didn’t bother them, who am I to complain?”

“It’s okay,” I muttered.

Theresa went back to work and even started to exaggerate her movements. She swept her hair aside a couple of times, giving her daughter a clearer view of what was going on. I began to suspect that her mother was actually training her.

I tried to close my eyes and just enjoy the sensations. I glanced over to the girl. She was really watching us intently now. She had finished the apple and just sat there staring at her mom working on my cock.

She flashed me a little smile when our eyes met. I tried to be cool and sophisticated, but how could I? It wasn’t long before Theresa had me on the edge of blowing my load. Theresa knew the signs that a guy was close. Unexpectedly, she stopped, and still holding me by the base of my cock, she squeezed real hard.

She asked if Corina could come closer and see my orgasm. I sort of shrugged my shoulders as if not caring. Theresa motioned for her daughter to get over quickly and sit beside her on the floor. I was almost ready to spray a load without any further manipulation at this point, but Theresa’s solid grip on the base of my cock was holding me back.

Corina came over, knelt down, and slid right in next to her mom. Theresa released me and returned to schlepping on my cock. I could feel the need building way down in my gut. The innocent smile Corina gave me was the last thing I remembered.

My guts exploded in a torrent of fluid. White spurts of cum leapt from the end of my dick and shot at least a foot in the air. Theresa continued to jack at my shaft with her hand, letting off just enough pressure to allow another load of jizz through. The cum plopped down all around my spewing cock.

Theresa used her free hand to scoop up droplets of cum and drizzle it back across the top of the shaft. This added lubrication prolonged my orgasm, which seemed to be never-ending.

Corina seemed to be a good student of her mother, and she was not shy about being so close to a guy in the throes of a powerful orgasm. Her mother continued to stroke by cock until the last little bit of cum oozed out the top. Theresa used her tongue to lap up as much cum as she could. Corina just sat quietly watching her.

Theresa looked up to me and softly asked if it would be ok for Corina to taste some of my cum. Theresa’s hands and lips were covered with a glaze of my jizz. It looked so erotic; I would have been willing to do anything for her at that point.

In between the last few shutters of my orgasm, I nodded that it was okay with me.

Theresa bent my dick toward her daughter. Corina cautiously leaned forward and nervously extended her tongue out to touch the tip of my cock. Just some clear fluid, mixed with her mom’s saliva, was still dribbling down my cock.

Her soft tongue gently lapped up a single pearl-size drop. I watched Corina’s tongue curl and retreat back into that cute mouth. She showed no repulsion as I watched her swallow the taste. Her white teeth showed a proud smile as she looked over to her mom for approval.