Chapter 2455 - MS 4

"Aaahhh—" she sobbed softly, tears falling faster, but her hips kept moving, sinking lower on instinct, inch by torturous inch. Her walls fluttered and gripped, adjusting to every ridge, every vein, like her body was memorizing me.

I guided her with both hands on her hips now—slow, steady pressure down, letting her set the pace but helping her take more. Halfway in and she was shaking harder, pussy clenching in waves, so wet I could hear it.

"That's it... just like that," I praised, voice strained. "You're doing it, baby. Taking your first cock like you were made for it."

She cried out when I hit that final resistance, body tensing again, but she didn't stop—pushed through it with a broken moan, sinking all the way down until I was buried to the hilt inside her, her virginity gone, her tight heat wrapped around every inch of me.

We both stilled, breathing hard, foreheads pressed together.

I could feel her pulsing around me, adjusting, stretching, claiming me as much as I was claiming her.

"You okay?" I whispered, cupping her face, kissing away the tears.

She nodded, shaky but smiling through it, hips giving a tiny experimental roll that made us both groan.

"Yeah... I'm okay," she breathed. "I'm... full. So full of you."

I kissed her deep, possessive, one hand tangling in her hair, the other gripping her ass.

"Good girl," I growled against her lips. "Now move when you're ready. Take what's yours."

And she did—slow at first, rising and sinking, learning how it felt to ride her first cock, to have me deep inside the pussy that had been saved for someone else.

But now it was mine.

All mine.

Her hips rolled tentative, then bolder, grinding down in small circles that dragged her clit against me. I met her with shallow thrusts, hands on her ass guiding the rhythm—deep, steady strokes that filled her completely each time.

"Aahh... Alex..." she moaned softly, head falling back, breasts swaying heavy with every move.

I sucked one pink nipple hard, biting gently, thrusting up harder. "Take it, baby... just like that."

She sped up, pussy clenching tight, wet sounds filling the room. I felt her getting close—walls fluttering, breath hitching.

Then—knock knock knock.

We both froze, my cock buried deep inside her, her body trembling on my lap.

"Alex? You in there?" Michael's voice from outside, muffled through the door. "Dude, where'd you go? The room's locked."

Aria's eyes went wide, panicked, but she didn't move—couldn't, with me still hard and throbbing inside her.

I kept one hand on her ass, holding her still, and called out, voice rough but steady, "Yeah, man—we're in here. Principal locked us in by mistake. He went to the admin office. Go get him, quick."

"Oh shit—I'll get him." Footsteps hurried away.

The second he was gone, I gripped her hips and thrust up hard.

"Now," I growled against her neck. "Come for me."

She did—immediately, pussy clamping down like a vice, a broken "Aaaahhh—Alex!" spilling from her lips as she came, soaking me.

I followed right after—deep, hard thrusts, shooting thick ropes of warm cum inside her, filling her completely, marking her as mine.

She collapsed forward, leaning into me, satisfied and breathless, my cock still pulsing inside her as we rode the aftershocks.

Before Michael and the principal got back, we scrambled to pull ourselves together.

Aria slid off my lap with a soft whimper, my cum already leaking down her inner thigh. She grabbed her soaked panties first, stepping into them quickly, then yanked up her tight jeans, wiggling to get them over her hips. Bra next—she clasped it fast, then tugged her white t-shirt on, smoothing it down with shaky hands.

I stood, tucked myself back in, zipped up my jeans, and threw my shirt over my head in one motion.

We were both flushed, hair messy, the room still thick with the smell of sex, breathing hard, stealing one last heated look as footsteps approached the door.

The door unlocked. Principal blinked, confused. "Oh—sorry, kids. I didn't know you were inside."

"No problem," I said casually, standing. Michael raised an eyebrow at me but said nothing.

I turned to Aria, voice low. "We'll meet later."

She nodded, eyes sparkling. "Yeah... later."

Michael and I headed out for the last lecture, him side-eyeing me the whole way.

I just grinned.

Michael and I headed out for the last lecture, him side-eyeing me the whole way.

I just grinned.

"Dude," he finally muttered as we walked down the empty hallway, "don't tell me you put your paws on Aria. On her first day?"

I laughed, throwing my head back. "Man, I don't know what you're talking about."

"Yeah, right," he snorted, grabbing me in a quick, friendly headlock and ruffling my hair. "You smell like trouble, bro. And you've got that stupid satisfied grin."

I shoved him off, still chuckling. "Skill issue, remember?"

He rolled his eyes but let it drop as we slid into the lecture hall just before it started.

The hour dragged. I barely heard a word the professor said. My mind kept flashing back—Aria's tight heat, the way she clenched when she came, the feel of her virginity giving way to me. I shifted in my seat, half-hard again just thinking about it.

I wasn't satisfied. Not fully. I needed more.

When the lecture finally ended, Michael grabbed his bag. "You coming?"

"Nah," I said, standing. "Gotta swing by Mrs. Claire's office."

His eyes lit up, smirking. "You sly dog. Bagging all the MILFs now? Let me come, man."

I winked. "Bro, I don't want you getting scolded. This one's mine."

He groaned dramatically, muttering "lucky bastard" under his breath as he headed out.

I made my way across campus to the faculty building. The whole walk, my pulse was already kicking up. Mrs. Claire—tall, curvy, late thirties, with that sharp smile and those tight pencil skirts—had been teasing me for weeks.

Little glances, lingering touches when she handed back papers, comments that sounded innocent but definitely weren't.

I reached her office door, knocked once.

"Come in," her voice called, smooth and warm.

I stepped inside and closed the door behind me.

The room smelled incredible—like expensive perfume mixed with something warmer, feminine, mature. Pure MILF scent. My cock twitched instantly, already half-hard again just from the aroma filling the air.

Mrs. Claire looked up from behind her desk, glasses perched low on her nose, auburn hair pulled into a neat bun, blouse hugging her full chest perfectly.

The office was cozy—good lighting from the big window, a plush sofa against one wall, bookshelves lining the others, everything tidy but lived-in.

"Alex," she said, smiling slow, leaning back in her chair. "Right on time. Sit."

She nodded to the chair in front of her desk.

I sat, grin spreading as I met her eyes.

This was going to be good.

Mrs. Claire leaned back slightly in her chair, her eyes lingering on me a little too long, that knowing smile playing at the corner of her lips.

"So, Alex," she said, voice smooth and low, "why do you think I called you in here?"

I shifted in the seat, trying to play it cool even though the scent in the room was already messing with my head. "Am I... in trouble, ma'am?"

She let out a soft, playful laugh. "Oh, you are in very big trouble."

Before I could respond, she stood up—slow, deliberate—and walked around the desk. She stopped right in front of me, then casually leaned back against the edge, perching her big, round ass on it.

The wood creaked faintly under her weight as she sank into it, the tight pencil skirt stretching over her curves. She crossed her legs smoothly, one high heel dangling, and folded her arms under her chest—pushing those massive tits up, cleavage spilling deep and inviting from the low-cut blouse.

I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry.

"You've been very sloppy lately, Alex," she said, shaking her head with mock disappointment, lips pursed. "I'm honestly quite disappointed in you."

I blinked, genuinely confused for a second. "What did I do wrong, ma'am?"

She sighed, uncrossing and recrossing her legs the other way—slow enough that the skirt rode up just a fraction, showing more of those thick, toned thighs.

"Your grades aren't improving at all," she said, voice firm but laced with something teasing. "And now you've been in trouble with Neil over that group project. It's all falling apart."

I just sat there, feeling the heat crawl up my neck.

"If this keeps going," she continued, leaning forward slightly, cleavage deepening, "I don't know if you'll pass my class. I worry about you, Alex."

I rubbed the back of my neck, mind flashing to all the time I'd spent buried in the MILFs from my apartment building instead of studying. "Ma'am... I don't know what's come over me. I just... can't focus lately."

She raised an eyebrow, lips curving into a slow, dangerous smile. "Exactly. You need some serious correction."

My pulse kicked up. I looked up at her—those curves right in front of me, that scent wrapping around my brain—and half-joked, voice a little rough, "Ma'am... are you going to punish me?"

Her eyes darkened, and she shifted again—leaning back on her hands now, ass sinking deeper into the desk edge, skirt riding higher, blouse straining across her chest. The pose was pure sex, deliberate and unapologetic.

"I guess you do need some punishment," she murmured, voice husky, "if we're ever going to get your focus back where it belongs."

She held my gaze, the air between us thick and electric.

I swallowed again.

Mrs. Claire's eyes stayed locked on mine, that teasing smile deepening as she pushed off the desk and stepped closer. Her hand came up slow, fingers curling under my jaw, tilting my head up so I had no choice but to meet her gaze.

"Look at me, Alex," she murmured, voice low and smooth, thumb brushing along my jawline. "You've been drifting. Daydreaming in my class, missing deadlines... I need your full attention. Right here. Right now."

Her touch was firm but warm, sending a jolt straight down my spine. I swallowed hard, already half-hard from the scent and the view.

"Yes, ma'am," I said, voice rougher than I meant. "I think... I deserve your punishment."

Her smile turned wicked, eyes darkening. "Good boy. We need to work on that focus of yours." She leaned in just a fraction, her breath warm against my skin. "And I have the perfect punishment in mind."

Before I could answer, she took my hand—her fingers wrapping around mine, soft but commanding—and pulled me up from the chair.

I stood, and suddenly we were close. Too close.

Her full chest rose and fell inches from mine, heat radiating off her body, that perfume wrapping around me like a drug. I could feel the swell of her breasts brushing my shirt as she breathed.

She didn't let go of my hand. Instead, she turned and started walking, leading me deeper into the office, her hips swaying slow and deliberate under that tight skirt.

The fabric hugged her ass perfectly—round, firm, shifting with every step. My dick went rock-hard instantly, straining against my jeans as I followed like I was on a leash.

At the back of the room was a heavy curtain partitioning off a section. She pulled it aside with one smooth motion and guided me through.

My jaw dropped.

There was a professional massage table set up—padded, sturdy, with clean white sheets folded neatly. On a small side table sat an array of lotions, oils, and creams, bottles lined up like they were waiting.

"What the hell..." I muttered, staring. "Ma'am, why do you have a massage table in your office?"

She let go of my hand and turned to face me, rolling one shoulder slowly, then tilting her neck side to side like she was working out a kink.

The movement made her blouse pull tighter across her chest, cleavage deepening.

"Because of students like you, Alex," she said, voice husky, giving me a pointed look.

"You all stress me out so much—deadlines, excuses, those distracted looks in class—that I need relief. I have a masseuse come right here on campus a few times a week to work the tension out of me."

Jealousy hit me like a punch. Some random guy getting to put his hands on this body? On those boobs, that back, that ass? Fuck that.

She sighed dramatically, reaching up to rub the base of her neck, arching just enough to push her chest forward. "But today... he wasn't available. And I'm so stressed."

Her eyes flicked to mine, dark and inviting.

"So tense."

The air between us crackled.

I was already hooked.

Mrs. Claire stepped even closer, her fingers sliding from my jaw to lightly pinch my ear—playful but firm, tugging just enough to make me lean toward her.

The scolding felt like foreplay, and my cock throbbed harder in my jeans.

"It's the perfect punishment for you, Alex," she purred, voice low and commanding. "You need focus. And learning how to give a proper massage... that will teach you concentration like nothing else."

I swallowed, eyes flicking down to the way her blouse strained over her chest. "You... want me to massage you?"

She tugged my ear a little sharper, tilting my head up so I had to meet her eyes. A teasing smile curved her lips. "I don't want you to massage me, Alex. I'm ordering you to. It's your punishment."

The words hit like a spark straight to my dick. I was already rock-hard, and her little scolding pull on my ear only made it worse.

"Now," she said, releasing my ear and stepping back just enough to give me a full view. "Show me how great your focus is."

Her fingers moved to the top button of her blouse—slow, deliberate—popping it open. Then the next. And the next. Each one revealed more creamy skin, more deep cleavage, until the blouse gaped open, framing a black lace bra that barely contained her massive tits.

Her fingers kept going—fourth button, fifth, all the way down—until the blouse was fully open. Then, with a slow roll of her shoulders, she shrugged it off completely, letting the fabric slide down her arms and pool at her feet.

She just stood there, letting me take in the view. The black lace bra was a masterpiece—delicate, sheer in places, struggling to hold the sheer weight of her massive tits.

They rose and fell with each breath, creamy skin spilling over the cups, deep cleavage glistening faintly with a sheen of warmth.

She reached behind her back, arching slightly as her fingers searched for the clasp. A small, frustrated sound escaped her lips when it didn't give right away.

"There it is," she said, voice husky, eyes locked on mine. "Your first test, Alex. Come help me with this bra. Let's see just how focused you really are."

I couldn't believe this was happening. My mouth went dry, cock straining painfully against my jeans. I stepped forward, close enough to feel the heat radiating off her body, the faint scent of her perfume and skin making my head spin.

My arms circled her, hands sliding to the warm skin of her back. She watched me the whole time—eyes dark, lips parted, breath shallow. My fingers found the clasp, fumbled once from nerves, then popped it open with a soft click.

The tension released. The bra loosened instantly.

She didn't rush. She held my gaze, then slowly peeled the straps down her shoulders, letting the lace slide away inch by inch.

The cups fell forward, and her breasts spilled free—heavy, perfect, impossibly firm for their size. Full, round melons with soft pink areolas, wide and drawn tight, crowned by stiff, rosy nipples that begged to be sucked.

Better than Brittany's. Firmer, higher, more perfect. I just stared, frozen, wanting to bury my face between them and suck until she was moaning my name.

She let the bra drop to the floor, standing there topless. Then her hands moved to the side zipper of her skirt.

The sound of it coming down was slow, deliberate. She shimmied her hips just enough to let the fabric slide over her curves, pooling at her feet.

Now she stood in nothing but a matching black lace panty—high-cut, barely covering the soft swell between her thighs, the front already darkened with a hint of wetness.

Completely on display.

Waiting.

"Still focused?" she murmured, voice low and teasing, one brow arched.

I couldn't even answer.

I was lost.

She didn't wait for my answer. Her thumbs hooked into the thin straps of her black lace panties, fingers sliding them down her hips with agonizing slowness.

The fabric clung for a second to the damp heat between her thighs before peeling away, revealing her smooth, glistening pussy—swollen lips flushed deep pink, slick with arousal, a thin trail of wetness shining on her inner thigh as the panties dropped to her ankles.

She stepped out of them gracefully, completely naked now, every curve on full display. Her body was sinful—wide hips, tiny waist, those massive tits hanging heavy, pink nipples still hard from earlier teasing.

She turned slightly, giving me a view of her round ass as she walked toward the massage table, hips swaying like she knew exactly what she was doing to me.

God, that ass. Full, firm, the kind you could grab and never let go.

I wanted to bend her over right there, spread those cheeks, and bury myself in her tight little asshole—fuck her standing, relentless, pounding until she couldn't stand.

This woman was built to be bred, day and night, over and over, and it still wouldn't be enough.

She climbed onto the table slowly, deliberately—first one knee, then the other—her ass lifting high as she settled on all fours for a moment before lowering herself onto her stomach.

Her massive breasts pressed flat beneath her, spilling out to the sides, soft flesh bulging against the padded surface. Her back arched just slightly, ass still slightly raised, the curve perfect, inviting.

Then she turned her head, resting her cheek on the table, looking back at me over her shoulder—eyes dark, lips curved in a commanding little smile.

"What are you waiting for, Alex?" she murmured, voice low and authoritative. "This is your punishment. Grab the lotion... and focus. Show me how well you can concentrate."

I was already moving.

My cock was rock-hard, straining painfully against my jeans as I stepped to the side table, grabbing the first bottle of lotion my hand found—something warm and silky, the label reading "relaxing lavender."

I popped the cap, the scent mixing with her perfume and skin, making my head spin even more.

"Ma'am," I said, voice thick, trying to keep it steady, "where should I start?"

She didn't even open her eyes fully, just murmured against the padded table, cheek still resting there. "Start from my shoulders and back, Alex. I'm so tense there."

I poured a generous amount into my palms, rubbing them together to warm it. Then I stepped close, placing my hands on her shoulders—firm, slow pressure, thumbs digging into the knots I could feel under her smooth skin.

She let out a low, approving sigh right away. "Mmm... yes."

I worked down her shoulder blades, spreading the lotion in long strokes, fingers kneading deep. Her skin was flawless—warm, soft, sliding under my hands like silk.

I moved lower, along the elegant curve of her spine, pressing harder where I felt tension, thumbs circling, palms gliding.

"Ahh..." she breathed, voice deeper now, almost a moan. "Alex, your hands feel like magic. Just put a little more pressure, will you?"

I swallowed hard, cock throbbing at the sound of her pleasure. I pressed deeper, leaning my weight into it, working the muscles along her lower back, right above the swell of her ass.

Her body relaxed under me, melting into the table, but every time my hands slid low, her hips shifted just a fraction—subtle, inviting.

"Good," she murmured, eyes half-lidded as she glanced back at me. "Keep going. Show me you can really focus."

Her voice was thicker now, husky with pleasure. She let the silence hang for a beat, then added softly, "Go lower, Alex."

My heart slammed against my ribs. I poured more lotion into my palms, warming it between my hands before placing them on the full, round swell of her ass.

God, that ass. Firm yet soft, the cheeks perfect handfuls, skin silky under the slick lotion. I kneaded deep, thumbs pressing into the muscle, spreading her slightly with each stroke. She let out a low, approving hum, hips shifting just a fraction—inviting more.

I worked down to her thighs—thick, powerful, the kind of thighs that could crush a man and make him thank her for it. My fingers sank into the plush flesh, squeezing, gliding, feeling the firmness underneath the softness. Every press drew another soft sound from her.

"Aahh... yes, right there..." she breathed as my hands slid to her inner thighs, thumbs brushing dangerously close to her slick heat.

Her moans grew deeper, less controlled, whenever my fingers grazed higher—soft, needy sounds that went straight to my cock. She was melting under me, back arching slightly, ass lifting just a little, like her body was begging without words.

I was losing it.

That perfect ass right in front of me, cheeks parted slightly from my kneading, her pussy glistening between those thick thighs—it was too much. My dick was throbbing painfully in my jeans, begging for relief.

I couldn't wait anymore.

Keeping one hand massaging her thigh, I quietly unzipped my jeans with the other, freeing my cock. The cool air hit it for a second—relief—but it wasn't enough.

I poured a little more lotion onto my palm and slicked myself quickly, then guided my length to the side of her body.

I was standing beside the table, so I pressed in close, sliding my slick cock along the outer curve of her upper thigh, right where it met the swell of her ass. The lotion made it glide smooth and hot against her skin.

She tensed for a split second, then relaxed, a soft "mmh..." escaping her lips as she felt the hard, throbbing heat rubbing against her.

I started slow, rocking my hips in long strokes—my cock gliding along the side of her thick thigh, up toward the underside of her ass cheek, the head nudging the soft flesh there with every push forward.

Heaven. Pure fucking heaven.

I kept my hands working—kneading her ass and lower back—while my hips rocked steady, cock sliding along that perfect, lotion-slick curve of thigh and ass.

I was in paradise, lost in the slick heat of her thigh and ass, barely holding on.

The lotion made everything glide too perfectly—her skin hot and smooth under my cock, the curve of her thigh and the soft underside of her ass cheek pressing back against every stroke.

I dragged my length along her again and again, slow at first, then faster, the head nudging higher each time, teasing the cleft of her ass from the side.

The heat of her MILF body was overwhelming—mature, soft, built for this kind of worship.

I couldn't hold it. The friction, the scent, the way she subtly pushed back into me—it was too much.

"Aahhh—" I groaned low, hips jerking forward as I came hard.

Warm, thick ropes of cum shot out, splattering across her thigh and the curve of her ass—white streaks painting her creamy skin, dripping slow and shiny down the swell of her cheek.

She felt it instantly—the hot pulses landing on her. Her body tensed, then melted with a deep, uncontrollable moan.

"Ahh... Alex," she breathed, voice husky and trembling, "this lotion you just used... it's so warm... please, use more of it... aaaahhh..."

She arched slightly, pressing back into the mess, her moans turning needy and broken as the heat spread over her skin.

My cock was still pulsing, shooting the last thick spurts. I grabbed it with one hand, guiding the cum—smearing it deliberately over her thigh, up onto her ass cheek, painting her with long, slick strokes.

Fuck, it was so hot—watching my load glisten on her perfect body, marking her like this.

I kept rubbing, my cum-smeared cock dragging slow across her lower back now, leaving shiny trails while my hands worked the warm mess into her skin—kneading her ass, spreading it over those full cheeks and thick thighs, making her shine even more under the light.

She moaned louder, body writhing under my touch, completely lost.

"Good boy," she whispered, voice thick with approval and lust. "That's it... cover me."

I wasn't stopping anytime soon.

My hands kept working the warm cum into her skin, kneading those full, perfect ass cheeks deeper, spreading the slick mess over every curve until she gleamed under the soft office light.

Her body writhed under me, hips lifting slightly, pressing back into my touch like she couldn't get enough.

I slid my hands lower, bolder, until my fingers finally brushed the soaked heat between her thighs. As soon as I touched her pussy for the first time, she trembled hard, a full-body shiver that made her ass clench in my grip.

"Aaahhh... Alex," she moaned, voice breaking, thick with need. "Yes... massage me there. I'm so tense..."

She was drenched—no lotion needed. Her pussy leaked slick arousal down her inner thighs, coating my fingers the second they grazed her swollen lips.

I spread her ass cheeks wide with both hands, opening her up completely. God, the view—her soft pink pussy glistening, folds flushed and parted, clit peeking out swollen and begging.

And above it, that tight little asshole, pink and twitching, clenching every time my thumbs brushed close.

This woman was pure horny MILF—her body wasn't even trying to hide it. Pussy pulsing, asshole fluttering, hips rocking back like she was desperate to be filled.

I groaned low, cock throbbing again already. This ass needed my cock buried in it—deep, relentless—then it would be perfect.

But for now, I focused.

I slid one hand down, fingers tracing her slick folds slow, spreading her wetness, circling her clit lightly before dipping just inside her entrance. She bucked, moaning louder—"Aahhh... yes... right there..."

I massaged her pussy deliberately—slow circles on her clit with my thumb, two fingers sliding in and out of her heat, curling to hit that spot that made her gasp.

My other hand kept kneading her ass, thumb brushing over her twitching asshole in light, teasing strokes.

She was losing it—moans turning into desperate cries, body grinding back against my hands, pussy clenching hard around my fingers, dripping more with every thrust.

"Good boy," she panted, voice wrecked. "Don't stop... make me come..."

My cock was already hardening again, throbbing back to life from the sounds she was making, the way her body begged. But before I let her tip over the edge, I wanted something from her.

I pulled my fingers free slow, her pussy fluttering in protest, a soft whine escaping her as I stepped away. She kept her face buried in the padded table, eyes closed, lost in the pleasure, hips still rocking slightly like she was chasing my touch.

I moved quietly to the front of the table, cock fully hard now, standing thick and heavy right in front of her face.

She sensed the change first—the absence of my hands—then lifted her head, eyes fluttering open. They widened instantly when she saw it—so close, throbbing, the head glistening, the scent of sex and lotion heavy in the air.

She bit her lip hard, staring, shocked at the size, the veins, the way it pulsed inches from her mouth.

"Alex..." she breathed, voice shaky, trying to sound stern but failing. "Why did you pull your cock out? You need to focus. This is your punishment."

Her words said one thing, but her body said another—tongue darting out to wet her lips, eyes dark with hunger, chest heaving faster.

I smirked, stepping closer so the head brushed her cheek lightly. "You made me lose focus, ma'am. You should take responsibility for this."

She swallowed, eyes flicking from my cock to my face, thighs pressing together on the table. "Aahh... Alex, what can I do? I don't want you losing focus..."

"Take it in your mouth," I ordered, voice low, commanding now.

She stared at it again, biting her lip harder. "It's so big, Alex... I've never taken anything this big. It won't even fit..."

By then I'd wrapped my hand around the base, guiding it closer, smearing a bead of precum across her cheek. She inhaled sharply, eyes fluttering at the heat, the smell.

"It will fit, ma'am," I growled. "It'll fit in any hole I want today."

Before she could protest again, I gripped her hair gently but firmly and guided her to roll onto her back. She obeyed like a good little slut—body pliant, turning so her head hung slightly off the edge of the table, face upside down, mouth level with my cock.

Her massive tits spilled to the sides with the movement, nipples rock-hard and pink, pointing at the ceiling.

I didn't give her time to think. I pushed the head past her lips—slow but insistent. Her mouth stretched wide, a muffled "mmph—" vibrating around me as she took the first few inches.

She struggled at first, eyes watering, throat working to adjust to the size, but then she relaxed, sucking slow, tongue swirling underneath.

Fuck, her mouth was heaven—hot, wet, experienced in a way that made my hips buck.

I started thrusting—shallow at first, then deeper, fucking her throat steady while her head hung upside down. Saliva built quick, dripping down her cheeks and chin, her moans muffled and gagging around my length.

I reached down with one hand, pinching a hard nipple roughly, twisting it as I pushed deeper. She arched, tits jiggling, pussy clenching visibly between her spread thighs as I used her mouth like it was made for this.

No mercy. No waiting.

Just me claiming every inch of this horny MILF's throat while she took it like she'd been waiting for it all along.

I fucked her throat for a while longer, deep and relentless, her muffled moans vibrating around my cock, saliva dripping down her chin and neck, coating her tits below.

She took it like she was starving for it—eyes watering, throat working me, hands gripping the table edges.

But I wanted more.

I pulled out slow, my cock slick and shining, strings of spit connecting us for a second before breaking. She gasped for air, lips swollen and red, chest heaving.

I dragged the wet head across her face—smearing it over her cheeks, her lips, her chin—marking her with the mess. She moaned softly, tongue darting out to taste it, eyes half-lidded and hungry.

Then I moved back to the end of the table.

"Turn over again," I said, voice rough. "On your stomach."

She obeyed without hesitation, rolling onto her belly, body slick with lotion and streaks of my cum, skin shining under the light.

I guided her hips up with my hands—firm, commanding—until she was on her knees, chest and face pressed to the table, back arched deep, ass high in the air.

Fuck.

Those thick, juicy thighs parted just enough, her ass cheeks spread naturally in the position, pussy glistening and swollen, asshole pink and twitching above it. Everything on full display, offered up like a gift.

The table was big, sturdy—perfect for this. She'd chosen well for her little "massage sessions."

I stripped fast—shirt, jeans, everything—until I was naked, cock throbbing hard again. Then I climbed onto the table behind her, knees sinking into the padding, positioning myself close.

I grabbed her ass with both hands—big, filthy handfuls, fingers sinking deep into the soft flesh, spreading her wider. She moaned into the table, pushing back into my grip.

God, that view—her pussy dripping wet, lips swollen and pink, glistening with arousal that trailed down her inner thighs. And above it, that tight little asshole, pink and perfect, clenching and winking every time I squeezed her cheeks.

I leaned in closer, breath hot against her skin, and spat—once, right on that twitching hole. The saliva landed warm, making it shine as it twitched harder.

"Aaahhh..." she gasped, body shuddering, ass lifting higher. "Alex..."

I wasn't waiting anymore.

This body was mine now.

I spat again—more this time, thick and deliberate—watching it drip down over her hole, mixing with her slickness, making everything even wetter. Then I dove in.

My tongue flattened against her asshole first—slow, broad lick from the bottom up, tasting her clean skin and the faint salt of her arousal. She jolted, a sharp cry muffled into the table.

"Aaahhh—Alex... oh god..."

I didn't stop. I circled the tight ring with the tip of my tongue, teasing, pressing just enough to feel it flutter under me. Then I pushed in—deeper, harder—tongue spearing into her ass, fucking it slow and steady, in and out.

She went wild—uncontrollable, body thrashing on the table, ass pushing back against my face, trying to take more. Her moans turned into desperate, broken sobs.

"Aahh... ahhh... Alex, yes—deeper... oh fuck, oh god..."

I gripped her cheeks harder, spreading her impossibly wide, burying my face between them. My tongue plunged deeper, twisting, licking every inch inside her tight heat while my chin brushed her dripping pussy.

She was putty—shaking, clenching, completely lost, her asshole gripping my tongue like it never wanted to let go.

I kept going, relentless, eating her ass like I was starving, until her cries turned high and frantic, body quivering on the edge.

She was mine—every filthy inch.

I kept devouring her ass, tongue plunging deep and relentless, twisting inside that tight ring while she thrashed and sobbed for more. But I wanted all of her breaking for me.

I slid one hand down, fingers spreading her soaked pussy lips wide, exposing her swollen clit.

My mouth moved lower—still licking around her asshole—but now my tongue flicked down to her pussy too, lapping at her dripping folds, sucking her clit hard between deep thrusts into her ass.

She lost it completely.

"Aaahhh—Alex! Oh fuck... yes, there... don't stop... aaaahhh!"

Her whole body convulsed, thighs shaking violently, ass clenching around my tongue as I alternated—deep in her ass, then flat licks over her pussy, sucking her clit until she screamed into the table.

I focused everything on her pussy then—tongue lashing her clit fast and hard, two fingers plunging into her dripping hole, curling against that spot while my thumb pressed into her asshole.

She came undone.

Her back arched high, ass pushing back desperately, a long, broken cry tearing from her throat—"Aaaaaahhhh—Alex! I'm—oh god—I'm coming!"

Her pussy gushed around my fingers, walls pulsing hard, soaking my hand and chin as she quaked, body thrashing through wave after wave. I didn't stop licking, drawing it out until she was a trembling, sobbing mess, completely spent and shaking.

When the last shudder left her, I pulled back, breathing hard, cock throbbing painfully.

She was still on her knees, face down, ass up, body quivering.

I stood up on the table behind her—feet planted wide on the sturdy surface—and bent my knees slightly, lowering my height so my cock lined up perfectly with her raised ass. I gripped her hips hard, pulling her back a fraction, the slick head pressing right against her twitching, spit-soaked asshole.

"Relax for me," I growled, pushing slow but firm.

The head breached her—tight, impossibly tight—stretching that virgin ring around me.

"Aaahhh—Alex... it's... so big..." she moaned, voice wrecked, body tensing then melting as I held still, letting her adjust.

"Breathe, ma'am," I rasped, one hand stroking her back. "Take it good."

She did—pushing back slightly, moaning deep and desperate—"Aahh... yes... more..."

I slid in deeper—inch by inch—until I was buried to the hilt in her ass, her heat gripping me like a vice.

Then I started moving—slow at first, savoring the drag, then harder, deeper, fucking her ass with long, powerful strokes while she cried out with every thrust.

"Aaahhh! Alex—fuck—yes... harder..."

I gave it to her—harder, faster—claiming every filthy inch of her until she was moaning nonstop, body shaking again, completely mine.

Her ass was impossibly tight, squeezing me on every pull back, like it was trying to keep me inside forever.

I was right on the edge again, balls drawing up, but I wanted more. I wanted her pussy.

I pulled out slow—her asshole clenching greedily at the emptiness, trying to keep me inside, a soft, needy whine escaping her lips as I slipped free.

I gripped her hips and lifted slightly, guiding her to adjust—pushing her chest up off the table so she rose onto her hands and knees fully.

Her back arched even deeper now, tits hanging heavy and swaying beneath her, nipples hard and pink. Face lifted, hair messy, eyes glazed as she looked back at me over her shoulder.

Proper doggystyle—ass up high, thighs thick and spread just enough, pussy glistening and dripping between them.

"Like this, ma'am," I growled, hands sliding down to push her thighs together again—those juicy, plush curves pressing tight, making everything narrower, hotter.

She moaned at the shift, pushing back eagerly, body offering itself completely.

I lined up fast, head nudging her soaked entrance, and thrust in deep—one smooth, brutal push that buried me to the hilt in her pussy.

"Aaahhh—fuck!" she cried out, head snapping back, tits swinging forward from the force.

She was married, experienced, but her pussy felt brand new—walls fluttering around me, gripping like velvet fire, so wet and hot it stole my breath.

Something primal snapped inside me. Fucking my MILF teacher like this, in her own office, on her massage table—raw, animal, no shame.

I gripped her hips hard and started pounding—hard, relentless strokes, hips slamming against her ass, those closed thighs making everything tighter, her cheeks jiggling with every impact.

"Aaahhh—Alex! Fuck—yes—destroy me!" she screamed, voice breaking, head thrown back, tits swinging heavy beneath her.

I didn't hold back. I fucked her like an animal—deep, brutal thrusts that made the table creak, her pussy squelching loud around me, juices dripping down her thighs and mine.

The door wasn't even locked—if someone walked in right now, they'd see everything: Mrs. Claire on all fours, getting railed like a slut by her own student.

The risk only drove me wilder.

I leaned over her, one hand snaking around to grab a heavy tit, squeezing rough, pinching the hard nipple. The other slapped her ass—sharp, stinging smack that made her clench even tighter around my cock.

"Scream louder," I growled in her ear, pounding deeper. "Let them hear who owns you now."

She did—screaming my name, body shaking, pussy spasming as another orgasm crashed through her, milking me hard.

I buried myself deep and came—hot, thick ropes flooding her, claiming every inch of her married pussy until she was dripping with me.

We collapsed forward, panting, slick with sweat and cum, the table groaning one last time.

She was mine now. Completely.

I stayed buried deep inside her, hips pressed flush against her ass, cock still pulsing wildly. It wouldn't stop—thick, warm ropes kept shooting, one after another, flooding her married pussy nonstop.

I groaned low against her back, feeling every hot spurt, the way her walls clenched around me like they were milking it all out.

She whimpered beneath me, body trembling, feeling every single pulse. "Aahh... Alex... it's so much... so warm... I can feel it... filling me..."

I didn't pull out for a long minute, just stayed there, letting the last waves empty into her until she was overflowing, cum already leaking out around my shaft, dripping down her thighs onto the table.

When I finally slid out slow, my cock was still half-hard, slick and shining with us, twitching like it wasn't done. One look at her—destroyed, ruined, my strict teacher who'd scolded me in class reduced to this filthy, satisfied mess—and it throbbed again, ready for more.

I flipped her onto her back gently but firmly. She went willingly, legs falling open, body limp and glowing with sweat.

Her face—god, her face—was wrecked: eyes glassy and half-lidded, lips swollen and parted, cheeks flushed deep red, tears and spit and cum streaks marking her perfect features. Those massive tits heaved with every breath, nipples red and hard, stomach glistening.

She looked completely broken. And it was all because of me.

My cock hardened fully at the sight.

She lay there, legs spread wide, pussy puffy and dripping with my load, pink folds glistening, cum leaking slow from her entrance. I slapped my heavy cock against her sensitive clit—wet, heavy smacks that made her jolt and cry out.

"Aaahhh—Alex! Too sensitive... please..."

But her hips lifted toward me, begging.

I slapped again, harder, watching her pussy clench and quiver, more cum oozing out. Then I pushed back inside—one slow, deep thrust into that warm, ruined heat.

Fuck. It was heaven—sloppy, overflowing, her walls soft and swollen from everything I'd done, gripping me loose but still pulsing.

I hovered over her, elbows on either side, thrusting slow and deliberate, savoring every inch. I kissed her deep—tongue claiming her mouth, tasting salt and sex and surrender—while I looked into her broken, beautiful eyes.

Her legs wrapped around my waist hard, heels digging into my back, pulling me deeper like she needed me to breed her again.

"Aahh... Alex... more... fill me again..."

I couldn't last. The sight of her—legs locked around me, tits pressed against my chest, pussy taking me so perfectly—pushed me over.

I thrust deep one last time and came hard—thick, warm pulses shooting into her again, flooding her already full pussy until it spilled out around us.

She moaned into my mouth, clenching hard, coming with me one more time, body shaking as I emptied everything into her.

We stayed locked like that, breathing together, my cock still twitching inside her, her legs refusing to let go.

I finally pulled out slow, a thick stream of cum following, dripping down her thighs onto the table. She whimpered at the emptiness, body still trembling from the last orgasm.

I wasn't finished with those tits.

I lifted her easily, turned her around, and sat her on the edge of the massage table. Her legs parted on instinct, cum-slick thighs framing me as I stepped between them.

Those massive, perfect breasts were right in front of me—heavy, flushed, pink nipples hard and glistening from earlier sweat and juices of her own arousal.

I cupped them from underneath, lifting their weight, thumbs brushing the stiff peaks. She gasped, arching into my hands.

"Been neglecting these," I muttered, voice rough, before I leaned in and took one deep pink nipple into my mouth.

I sucked hard—slow, greedy pulls—tongue swirling, teeth grazing just enough to make her cry out. Her hands flew to my hair, pulling me closer as I devoured her, switching from one breast to the other, kneading the soft flesh, leaving wet trails and faint teeth marks.

They were so full, so responsive, bouncing slightly with every rough breath she took.

"Aahh... Alex... yes..." she moaned, head falling back, thighs squeezing my hips.

I kept at it until her nipples were dark red, swollen, shining with my spit—until she was grinding against the table edge, desperate again. Only then did I pull back, giving each one a final slow lick.

"Perfect," I growled, stepping away.

We dressed in hurried silence—her fingers shaky on the buttons of her blouse, skirt smoothed down, bra tucked into her purse because the clasp was ruined. I zipped up, threw my shirt on, ran a hand through my hair.

She looked at me when we were both decent again—hair a little messy, lips swollen, that freshly-fucked glow impossible to hide.

"Alex," she said, voice still husky, "your focus has already improved dramatically." A slow, wicked smile curved her lips. "Maybe... just a few more private lessons."

I pulled her close by the waist, kissed her deep and filthy—tongue claiming her mouth one last time. She melted into it, moaning softly, hands clutching my shirt.

I broke the kiss, lips brushing her ear. "I'll be filling you again, ma'am. Whenever I want."

She shivered, nodding, eyes dark with promise. "Yes... whenever you want."

I left the office with a grin, the taste of her still on my tongue, the scent of sex clinging to my skin.

The campus was quiet—afternoon classes still in session. After destroying both Aria and Mrs. Claire, the day was already legendary.

But it wasn't over.

Last night I'd left Lily hanging—teased her, got her dripping, then had to run. Time to fix that.

I took the subway home, buzzing with energy, cock already half-hard again just thinking about what was waiting in my building.

Today was a great fucking day.

I walked into the apartment complex, took the lift to the third floor, key in hand.

I stepped into my apartment, the door clicking shut behind me.

I stripped off my shirt, tossed it in the hamper, and headed to the bathroom to splash cold water on my face, rinse the taste of Mrs. Claire off my lips. Not that I wanted to erase it completely. Just enough to catch my breath.

I leaned on the sink, grinning at my reflection. Aria's virginity. Mrs. Claire's complete surrender. My body was buzzing, cock still half-hard like it knew the day wasn't over.

I grabbed a beer from the fridge, cracked it open, and stepped out onto the small balcony to relax for a minute.

The sky had been clear when I left campus, but now—out of nowhere—dark clouds rolled in fast. Thunder cracked loud overhead, and rain started pouring, heavy sheets slamming against the railing, turning the city into a gray blur.

I laughed under my breath. Damn. Perfect weather to take Lily. Dark, stormy, intimate—like the universe was setting the mood.

After a few minutes nursing the beer and letting the cool mist hit my skin, I headed out. I moved quiet, careful not to let the door make noise—Tiffany next door had ears like a hawk, and if she caught me coming in, she'd drag me inside and ride me all night. Not that I'd complain... but I had plans.

I took the stairs instead of the elevator—faster, and I needed to burn off some of this energy. Lily's place was on 6th floor. Rain hammered the windows in the stairwell, thunder rumbling like it was cheering me on.

I loved this weather. Gave me extra fire.

When I hit the sixth-floor landing, I paused. The door to the hallway was cracked open, and through it, I caught a glimpse of the shared balcony that ran along the front of the building.

Autumn was out there.

The sexy office MILF who'd crashed my plans last night at Lily's—showing up unannounced, turning a sure thing into a tease.

She was standing alone, leaning on the railing, staring out at the storm.

And fuck... she was wearing almost nothing.

A tiny white crop top vest—so short it barely covered the underside of her massive tits, the fabric stretched tight, threatening to spill them out with every breath.

Her flat, toned stomach was completely exposed, smooth skin glistening from the rain mist.

And below, just simple white cotton panties, riding low on her hips, the soft fabric stretched tight over the plump, juicy swell of her big, round ass, disappearing deep between those thick, sexy cheeks that jiggled with every little shift.

Her body was sinful. I'd only ever seen her in sharp office attire or casual shorts last night, but this? Criminal.

The rain had started soaking the thin fabric, making it cling even more, turning semi-transparent in places. Her nipples poked hard against the top, dark shadows visible through the wet material.

My cock went full hard instantly, straining against my pants like it was saluting her.

She didn't notice me at first, just stood there, arms crossed under her chest—pushing those tits up even higher—gazing into the storm with a gloomy, distant look. Like something was weighing on her, heavy thoughts lost in the rain.

Thunder boomed again, lightning flashing across her skin.

I stayed in the shadow of the stairwell a second longer, just taking her in.

This day just kept getting better.

I finally stepped out, planning to slip past to Lily's door, but Autumn turned her head at the sound of my footsteps. Her eyes locked on mine—sharp, knowing, a flicker of something dark in them.

"Lily's not home," she said flatly, voice cutting through the rain like she'd been waiting to say it. She knew. She knew exactly why I was here.

I froze mid-step, caught.

She pushed off the railing, turning to face me fully, water dripping from her hair and down her exposed stomach. The gloomy look was still there, but now mixed with something else—jealousy, maybe resentment.

Last night flashed in my mind: Lily's moans echoing through the walls, loud enough that anyone on this floor could've heard. Autumn showing up "unexpectedly," crashing the vibe, staying just long enough to cockblock me.

She'd heard everything. And it pissed her off.

I noticed she was really sad—eyes red-rimmed, lips pressed tight like she was holding everything in, the gloom on her face deeper than the storm clouds.

I stepped closer, the rain drumming hard on the balcony roof above us.

"Autumn... are you okay?" I asked, voice low, stopping just a foot from her.

She tried to pull it together—straightened up, forced a tight smile. "Yeah, I'm fine—"

But the words cracked. Her face crumpled, and suddenly she was sobbing, stepping forward and clinging to my chest like she couldn't hold it in anymore.

Her body pressed tight against me—those massive tits in the soaked crop vest squishing soft and warm, nipples hard points through the thin, wet cotton. The rain mist made everything cling even more.

I wrapped my arms around her on instinct, one hand on her bare back, the other low on her waist, pulling her in close to calm the shaking.

"Hey... what's wrong?" I murmured, thumb stroking slow along her damp skin.

She buried her face against my shirt, sobs muffled, body trembling in my arms.

I held her tighter, rain thundering around us, her curves molded perfectly against me.

I wasn't letting this moment go to waste.

"Hey... what's wrong?" I asked again, softer this time, my hand sliding up to cradle the back of her head.

She was still sobbing, shoulders shaking against my chest, the wet crop vest clinging even more from her tears and the rain mist.

Finally, she pulled back just enough to look up at me, eyes red and glassy. "I... I miss what you have with Lily, Alex."

I stopped, confused. "What do you mean?"

She wiped at her cheeks, voice breaking. "I know what your relationship with Lily is, Alex. I saw you both outside the office room on the ground floor that one time... and I heard everything last night. The walls are thin."

So that's why she crashed last night. Jealousy. Pure, raw envy. She wanted what Lily had—with me.

I searched her face, the sadness still there, mixed with something vulnerable and hungry.

My cock was throbbing now, pressed against her stomach through my jeans, the heat of her body making it impossible to think straight.

"Hey," I said low, pulling her closer again. "I'm here for you, Autumn. Whatever you need."

She clung tighter for a second, then suddenly froze—feeling my hardness against her. Her eyes widened, cheeks flushing deeper as she realized.

"I'm sorry, Alex," she whispered, pulling back fast, hands pushing gently at my chest. "I don't know what came over me. This is... really inappropriate."

She stepped away, arms wrapping around herself, looking embarrassed and small despite the way her soaked clothes hugged every curve.

"It's okay," I said, reaching for her again. "You can let it all go. I don't mind."

"No... Alex, I'll be fine," she murmured, turning toward the rain again, voice shaky.

I sighed, running a hand through my wet hair. Damn. Missed the mark.

"Okay, Autumn," I said finally. "I'll be going then."

I turned to leave, glancing back once—she was still standing there, looking lost in the storm, sad and alone.

I was soaked anyway from the rain and her clinging to me. Might as well check out the rooftop pool on the 10th floor—Lily had mentioned it once, said it was private and awesome. I hadn't been yet.

But as I hit the stairs, I called back over my shoulder, "Autumn—you should enjoy your life. Whatever problem you're facing, it's not bigger than your happiness. Weather's perfect for the rooftop pool. Come join if you feel like it."

I didn't wait for an answer, just headed up the stairs two at a time.

Reached the top, scanned my fingerprint—Lily had added me—and the door clicked open.

The rooftop was open-air, rain pouring down hard, the big pool shimmering under the storm lights, shower rooms off to the side. Empty, private, perfect.

I stripped down to my boxers, tossed my clothes under the covered area, and stepped out into the downpour. Hard rain like needles, cold and sharp against my skin—felt fucking amazing after the day I'd had.

I stood there for a few minutes, head tilted back, letting it wash over me, thunder rumbling low, the storm rinsing everything away.

Then—the door clicked open behind me.

I turned.

Autumn.

She stepped through, still in that tiny white crop vest and cotton panties, now completely soaked from the rain she'd walked through to get here.

The thin fabric clung to her like a second skin—crop top transparent, nipples hard and dark through it, tits heavy and outlined perfectly. The panties were plastered to her, riding low, the wet cotton molded to her pussy lips and disappearing between those plump ass cheeks.

Water streamed down her body, over her flat stomach, dripping from her curves. She looked vulnerable, determined, sexy as hell— skin glistening.

Our eyes locked.

She didn't say anything at first. Just stood there in the downpour, letting it soak her completely, arms wrapped loosely around herself.

I smiled, genuine this time. "I'm glad you came, Autumn."

She tried to smile back—a small, shaky curve of her lips—but it didn't reach her eyes. She still looked gloomy, the sadness lingering like the dark clouds overhead, heavy and unspoken.

The rain pounded between us, waiting.

She stepped fully into the rain, letting the door click shut behind her.

"I thought I'd take your advice, Alex," she said, voice soft but trying for light, tilting her face up to the downpour like she was forcing herself to enjoy it.

Water streamed down her hair, her neck, soaking the thin crop vest even more until it was practically see-through.

Then her gaze dropped—slow, unavoidable—and landed on the front of my boxers.

The bulge was impossible to miss now, thick and straining against the wet fabric, outlined perfectly from everything she'd done to me just by showing up like this.

Her eyes widened for a second, cheeks flushing deeper than the rain could explain. She bit her lip, looking back up at me—half embarrassed, half something else.

I didn't hide it. Just stood there under the pouring sky, letting her see exactly what she did to me.

Then I stepped closer, the rain pounding between us, and reached out my hand. "Come here, Autumn."

She hesitated for a heartbeat, eyes flicking from my face to my outstretched palm, then took it. Her fingers were cold and trembling as I pulled her gently toward me, close enough that the heat of her body cut through the chill of the rain.

"Now tell me what's been eating you," I said, voice low, thumb brushing over her knuckles.

She looked away, rain streaming down her face like tears she wasn't shedding anymore. For a second she couldn't speak, lips pressed tight. Then it spilled out, quiet and broken.

"It's my husband, Alex."

I frowned, water dripping from my hair. "What about him?"

She stepped even closer, her soaked body almost brushing mine, voice barely above the rain. "He left me last month. Said I... wasn't enough for him."

What the fuck.

I stared at her—this sinful, perfect body pressed near me, curves that could ruin a man, skin glistening, tits straining against that soaked crop top—and couldn't believe any guy could be that stupid.

This woman was made to be fucked, worshipped, bred until she couldn't walk. And he walked away?

I lifted her chin gently with my fingers, forcing her eyes to meet mine. "Come here, Autumn. He was a fucking idiot for even thinking that. I'm sure he didn't have the stamina to satisfy a beauty like you anyway."

She blushed hard, cheeks burning even in the cold rain, but she didn't pull away. Instead she stepped closer, her body almost against mine now, soft curves brushing me as another sob hit her.

"I feel like I'm the problem," she whispered, voice cracking. "Like I'm not good enough. And when I saw you with Lily... you both looked so happy. I felt like Lily was better, like she was enough for you... even though her husband's still with her."

Her words hung heavy in the storm, raw and vulnerable.

I pulled her the rest of the way in, arms wrapping around her tight, her soaked tits pressing soft and warm against my chest.

"You're more than enough," I murmured against her wet hair. "Way more. And right now, you're with me."

She clung harder, body trembling—not just from the cold.

The rain poured down, washing everything clean.

She clung harder, body trembling—not just from the cold.

Her soaked tits pressed tighter against my chest, nipples hard points through the thin crop top, and as she shifted closer, seeking warmth, her hips brushed my groin. She froze for a split second—feeling it. The full, thick bulge straining in my boxers, impossible to miss now.

Her breath hitched. Eyes flicked down, then back up, cheeks flushing deeper than the rain could cause. But she didn't pull away. If anything, she clung harder, arms wrapping tighter around my waist, body molding to mine as arousal sparked in her eyes, chasing away some of the gloom.

I pulled back just enough to look at her—rain streaming down her face, lips parted, eyes dark and needy now.

Our gazes locked.

I cupped her jaw, thumb brushing her wet cheek, and leaned in—slow, gentle kiss, lips soft against hers in the pouring rain.

She hesitated for half a heartbeat, then melted, kissing me back just as slow, just as gentle. Her mouth opened, tongue brushing mine tentatively at first, then deeper, tasting, exploring.

We kissed like that—unhurried, tongues sliding together, rain pounding around us, thunder rumbling low like it was approving.

Lightning flashed, illuminating her body pressed to mine—curves glistening, tits heaving with each breath, hips rocking subtly against my hardness.

She moaned softly into my mouth, hands sliding up my back, pulling me closer.

The storm raged on.

But right there, in the rain, everything else faded.

Just us.

Her soaked crop top clung like a second skin, the thin, wet fabric plastered to those massive tits, nipples straining hard and dark through it. They were driving me insane—bouncing slightly with every breath, water streaming down the deep valley between them.

I couldn't take it anymore.

I broke the kiss, hands dropping to grab them—full, heavy handfuls, squeezing hard through the drenched cotton.

She gasped, arching into me as I buried my face between them, mouth open, licking the rain and skin, sucking the wet fabric over one nipple.

"Aaahhh—Alex..." she moaned, fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me harder against her chest.

I sucked deeper, teeth grazing the hard peak through the top, then bit down—sharp, possessive. She cried out, body jolting, "Aahh—yes... harder..."

Thunder cracked overhead, lightning flashing again, lighting up the empty rooftop—no one around for miles, just us in the storm.

I squeezed her tits like a maniac—rough, greedy, kneading the soft, full flesh, thumbs digging in as I alternated mouth and teeth, biting and sucking until the fabric was soaked with more than just rain.

She reached down, hand sliding over my boxers, grabbing my cock—feeling how hard I was, stroking slow and desperate through the wet material. "God... you're so big..." she moaned, rubbing harder, hips grinding against my thigh.

I growled into her chest, one hand dropping behind her to grab her ass—big, juicy cheeks filling my palm, firm and tight, the wet cotton panties wedged deep between them.

I squeezed hard, pulling her cheeks apart, fingers digging into the soft flesh, feeling it jiggle and yield.

Fuck, that ass—I could fuck it for days, pound into it nonstop, watch it bounce and ripple while she screamed.

She pushed back into my grip, moaning louder, hand stroking me faster.

The rain poured harder, thunder rolling, but we were lost—hands everywhere, mouths hungry, bodies grinding in the storm.

No one to see.

No one to stop us.

I was losing control.

Something primal snapped inside me: her husband was gone, and here she was, this perfect, neglected wife, body trembling in the rain, begging to be taken. I was going to fuck her like an animal, right here, right now.

The rain eased to a steady pour, warm and heavy.

I was still devouring her—hands full of those juicy ass cheeks, squeezing hard, spreading them, feeling the soaked cotton panties wedged deep between.

"On your knees," I growled, voice rough with need, guiding her down.

She obeyed instantly—like I was already her master—dropping to her hands and knees on the wet tiles at the pool's edge, back arching deep, ass lifted high. The position was filthy, perfect.

"Alex... what are you—" she started, voice breathy, curious, hungry.

Then that ass came fully into view.

God. Those white cotton panties were plastered to her, completely soaked, transparent—showing every detail of her fat, juicy cheeks, the deep cleft between them, the shadowed hint of her holes underneath. I wanted to eat it nonstop.

I slapped her ass hard—sharp crack echoing over the rain.

She moaned loud, back arching deeper, pushing it higher for me.

I ripped my boxers off in one motion, tossing them far across the rooftop. Didn't need them anymore.

My cock sprang free—throbbing, harder than I'd ever been, veins pulsing, head slick and angry. I stepped behind her, gripped her hips, and laid it right on her soaked ass—hot, heavy, dragging slow along the cleft over the thin cotton.

She felt every inch.

"Aaahhh... Alex... it's so big..." she whimpered, body trembling, ass pushing back instinctively.

I ground against her—slow, deliberate strokes—my cock sliding up and down that perfect ass, pressing the soaked panties into her crack, feeling the heat of her through the fabric. Heaven.

Every ridge of me dragged over her like I was already fucking her.

I grabbed her hips tighter, pulled her back hard, and started grinding like I was buried inside—hips rolling, cock humping her ass over the panties, the friction driving me insane.

She was shaking, moaning nonstop—"Aahh... yes... please..."

That ass was made for my cock.

I wasn't stopping until I claimed every inch of it.

I was losing control, grinding my cock harder along her ass cleft, the soaked panties dragging with every stroke.

The view—her big, juicy ass cheeks spread in my hands, pussy lips outlined through the wet cotton, everything slick and shining in the rain—was fucking heaven. I could've come just like that, painting her back white.

But I wanted more.

I pulled back, gripping her shoulder to guide her up. "On your knees. Face me."

She rose slowly, turning on her knees, water streaming down her body. Those massive tits—still trapped in the soaked crop top—hung heavy and full, jiggling with the movement, nipples hard points begging through the transparent fabric.

God, they looked even bigger up close, soft and ripe. I could milk them for hours, even if I had to breed her first to make it happen.

My cock throbbed in front of her face now—thick, veined, slick from grinding on her ass.

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I slapped it against her soaked tits—heavy, wet smacks that made them bounce and ripple under the thin top. She moaned, sensitive, arching into every hit.

"Aahh... Alex..."

"Open your mouth," I ordered, voice rough. "Tongue out. Like a good little slut."

She obeyed instantly—eyes locked on mine, lips parting wide, that pretty pink tongue sliding out, flat and waiting.

I laid my cock on it—heavy, hot—letting her taste the mix of rain and her own arousal. Then I started grinding slow, sliding along her tongue, pushing just inside her mouth before pulling back, giving her the full flavor of me.

She moaned around it, eyes fluttering, saliva building quick.

"Fuck me with those jugs," I growled.

She didn't hesitate. Hands cupping her own massive tits from below, she trapped my cock between them—still through the soaked crop top, the wet fabric adding slick friction.

She started moving—up and down, squeezing tight, grinding her tits along my length.

Fuck. It was perfect—warm, soft, heavy pressure all around me, the cotton dragging just right. Her boobs were so big they swallowed me completely, bouncing with every stroke.

I thrust into the valley, watching her face—eyes up at me, hungry, desperate to please.

This woman's husband was a fool. Saying she wasn't enough? His loss. She was more than enough—built to drain a man dry.

After a while of fucking those humongous tits, I pulled free. "Suck it now. Show me what that mouth can do."

She dove in—wet, sloppy, eager. Lips stretching wide around me, tongue swirling, throat opening as she took me deep. Gagging softly but pushing through, saliva dripping down her chin onto her tits, making everything messier, hotter.

She knew exactly how to make a man lose his mind—sucking hard, humming low, eyes watering but never breaking contact.

I tangled my fingers in her wet hair, guiding her rhythm, fucking her face slow and deep.

The storm raged on, but we were lost in it—filthy, perfect, unstoppable.

Her tongue technique was flawless—swirling, sucking, deep-throating like she was desperate to prove something. Maybe she'd practiced more since her husband left her, trying to be "enough." I didn't care why.

She was milking my balls dry, throat working me perfectly, saliva dripping everywhere. I was loving every second, hips rocking slow into her mouth, almost ready to explode down her throat.

But I had other plans.

I wanted to breed her. God, I needed to breed this neglected MILF—fill her deep, mark her in a way no one else ever had.

I was lost in ecstasy.

I pulled out of her mouth with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting us, her lips swollen and red. She looked up, dazed, hungry.

"Back on your hands and knees," I ordered, voice rough.

She obeyed fast—turning, dropping down, arching her back deep, ass lifted high. The crop top had ridden up higher from all the movement, bunched under her arms, tits hanging free and heavy beneath her. Her panties were still on, stretched tight, the soaked cotton wedged deep between her cheeks.

I knelt behind her again, hands spreading those thick thighs just enough. Her pussy was visible through the transparent fabric—pink, swollen, leaking.

I gripped my cock—harder than ever, throbbing like it had a mind of its own—and pressed the head against her through the panties, trying to push in.

The cotton resisted, stretching but not giving, the head nudging just inside the outer lips before stopping.

"Aaahhh—Alex... yes..." she moaned, pushing back, the friction making her shake harder. It was turning her on even more—teasing, denying, the panty barrier driving us both crazy.

Fuck it.

I growled, "Enough," and hooked my fingers in the waistband, yanking the panties down to her knees in one rough pull. Her thighs pressed together from the fabric binding them, making her ass look even thicker, juicier.

Her pink pussy came fully into view—flushed, dripping, lips parted and glistening, clit swollen. And above it, her asshole twitching, still slick from earlier.

She was completely exposed—crop top bunched high on her chest, panties trapped around her knees, body arched and offered.

I laid my cock along her bare pussy now—hot skin on slick skin. She shivered hard, a full-body tremor, moaning deep as I rubbed slow—head dragging through her folds, coating myself in her wetness, nudging her clit, teasing her entrance.

She leaked more, juices dripping down her thighs, mixing with the rain.

"God, Autumn... you're so ready," I rasped, grinding harder, the length sliding back and forth along her slit.

She pushed back desperately, whimpering—"Please... Alex... inside..."

I wasn't rushing yet.

I wanted her begging louder than the storm first.

Fuck, my dick was ready to devour her pussy—sliding up and down her slick folds, the head teasing her entrance, occasionally nudging higher to brush her twitching asshole.

She was insanely tight everywhere; I swear her husband had never touched that fat, perfect ass, never claimed what was right there. What a waste.

But I was going to.

I lined up, pressing the thick head against her entrance—hot, dripping, clenching already. I pushed slow, little by little, feeling her walls stretch around me, gripping like they'd never been opened this wide.

"Aaahhh—god, Alex... it's so big... I'm gonna die..." she sobbed, body shuddering, ass pushing back instinctively even as she tensed.

"This isn't even half yet, baby," I growled, gripping her hips harder and slamming more in—one firm thrust that buried another few inches deep.

She screamed—"Aaaaaahhhh—fuck!"—back arching sharper, thighs quivering, pussy fluttering wildly around me as I widened her further.

It reached so far, deeper than anything she'd felt, her neglected walls hugging every vein, every ridge like they were starving for it.

I started moving—slow at first, long drags out and deep pushes in, savoring the way she clenched and released, her juices coating me more with every stroke. Hands full of her ass again, squeezing those plump cheeks, spreading them to watch myself disappear into her.

The position was filthy—panties tangled around her knees, crop top bunched high, tits swaying heavy beneath her, rain still drizzling over us.

I took her neglected, tight pussy so good—claiming it, owning it, thrusting deeper until she was moaning nonstop, body rocking back to meet me.

"You're taking it perfect," I rasped, slamming harder, the wet slaps echoing over the rooftop. "This pussy's mine now. All mine."

She was uncontrollable—sobbing yes, pushing back desperate, completely lost in it.

And I wasn't stopping until I bred her full.

-x-X-x-

I kept fucking her, hips slamming steady, her pussy making those wet, obscene noises with every thrust—squelching loud around my shaft, juices leaking down my balls, dripping onto the tiles. Goddamn, it was fucking heaven—hot, tight, sloppy perfection.

My mind raced. She knew about me and Lily now, and honestly? Lily wouldn't mind. I could already picture it—taking both of them up here on this rooftop some other day, their big asses side by side, fucking their tight holes until they screamed together. Hell, I could take them both right now if I wanted.

But first—this.

I pulled out slow, my cock slick and shining with her juices. She whined immediately, pussy clenching at the emptiness, hips pushing back like she was already missing it.

"Fuck... put it back in, Alex..." she moaned nonstop, voice desperate, body trembling.

"Relax, baby," I growled, gripping her ass cheeks and spreading them wide again. I lined up higher—head pressing right against her tight, twitching asshole.

"No—Alex, not there," she gasped, alarm in her voice, body tensing. "I've never taken it in the ass..."

I didn't stop. Just pressed firmer, slow circles with the slick head, teasing that virgin ring.

"Shh, baby," I murmured, voice low and commanding, one hand stroking her back while the other held her steady. "I'm gonna stretch you properly today. You'll take my cock deep in this ass every day from now on—just relax."

"Alex... it's too tight... your dick is too big... please, not there..." she begged, but her body told a different story—ass lifting higher, pushing back just a fraction, pussy dripping even more down her thighs.

This sexy ass was made to be fucked, and I wasn't taking no for an answer.

I pressed harder—slow, relentless—the head stretching her ring wider, wider, until—pop—it slipped in.

She cried out sharp—"Aaaahhhh—fuck!"—body jolting, asshole clenching hard around the head like a vice.

I held still, letting her adjust, groaning low at the impossible tightness. "Good girl... just breathe... you're taking it so good."

She whimpered, trembling, but didn't pull away—moaning deep and broken as her virgin ass slowly opened for me.

I pushed deeper—inch by inch—stretching her properly, claiming what no one else ever had.

Damn, the sight of her thick thighs pressed together made it insanely hot—those juicy, plush curves squeezing tight, trapping the heat, making her look even more fuckable. Some other day I could bust just from rubbing between them, sliding my cock through that soft grip until I painted her skin white. But today? I wanted her ass.

I pushed more—slow, relentless—stretching that impossibly tight ring bit by bit. She took it inch by inch, moaning nonstop, voice breaking with every new depth.

"F-fuck... Alex... aaahhh... fuck..." she could barely speak properly now, words slurring into desperate sobs, body shaking as I widened her in ways she'd never imagined before meeting me.

Finally, I buried myself fully—balls deep in her virgin ass, the grip so intense it stole my breath. But moving was a challenge; it was too tight, clamping down like it wanted to keep me forever. I started slow—short, careful thrusts—feeling her loosen just enough with every stroke.

She whimpered and cried out, ass clenching hard around me, but pushing back all the same, taking it like she was born for this.

The tightness was unreal—milking me on every pull, dragging me to the edge way too fast. I wasn't going to last.

I pulled out slow—her hole gripping greedily, trying to suck me back in—and slammed straight into her pussy. God, it was thick, soaked, swollen from everything—walls fluttering wildly as I buried myself again.

I started thrusting like an animal in heat—hard, deep, hips slamming against her ass, those closed thighs making her even tighter, juices squirting out with every brutal stroke. I wanted to destroy her—ruin this neglected body until she couldn't remember anyone else.

"Aaahhh—Alex! Yes—fuck me—harder!" she screamed, body rocking back to meet me, tits swinging, ass rippling.

I pounded relentlessly, one hand slapping her cheek red, the other reaching under to rub her clit rough. She came first—pussy spasming hard, gushing around me, sobbing my name as her body convulsed.

That pushed me over.

I thrust deep one last time and came—thick, long, warm ropes shooting far inside her, flooding her womb pulse after pulse. So much, so deep—she'd be pregnant by tomorrow, marked in a way her husband never managed.

I stayed buried, emptying everything, groaning low as her walls milked me dry.

I stayed buried deep, hips pressed flush against her ass, cock pulsing wildly as the last thick ropes shot into her. So much cum, so deep—flooding her womb, marking her completely. Her walls milked me relentlessly, clenching in waves, drawing every drop out.

She trembled beneath me, body shaking hard, a low, broken moan spilling from her lips. "Fuck... Alex... I can feel it so deep... so warm... filling me..."

I groaned against her back, hands gripping her ass cheeks tight, kneading the soft flesh as I ground slow—still hard inside her, refusing to soften.

I couldn't get enough. Even after coming, I rolled my hips, stirring my cum deeper, making her gasp and push back.

"Aahh... yes... don't stop..."

Finally, I pulled out slow—her pussy clutching greedily, trying to keep me in. Cum gushed out in a thick flood, dripping down her thighs, pooling on the table. My cock was still hard—throbbing, slick and shining with us, ready for more.

I pulled her up gently but firmly, turning her to face me. Her legs wobbled, body limp from the pounding. I peeled the soaked crop top off completely, tossing it away, then slid her panties the rest of the way down her legs.

Naked, perfect, ruined.

I kissed her deep—slow, claiming, tongue stroking hers as rain dripped down our bodies. She melted into it, hands clutching my shoulders, moaning softly into my mouth.

Then I guided her toward the pool—steps slick, water overflowing from the storm, warm and inviting. I went down the shallow stairs first, sitting on the edge where the water was low, just up to my waist.

"Come here," I murmured, pulling her in.

She straddled me facing me, legs wrapping around my waist, clinging tight as she sank down slow—my cock sliding back into her cum-filled pussy like it belonged there.

"Aaahhh... Alex..." she moaned, head falling against my shoulder, hips grinding deep circles.

The rain poured over us, warm water lapping at our skin, thunder rumbling low. We kissed again—deep, hungry, tongues tangling as she rode me slow, clinging hard, grinding my dick that had just bred her so deep.

I held her ass, guiding the rhythm, feeling her take every inch again.

She was mine.

And the storm wasn't ending anytime soon.

-x-X-x-

She rode me slow and deep, hips rolling in perfect circles, her cum-filled pussy gripping me like it never wanted to let go. The pool water lapped warm around us, rain pouring harder, thunder rumbling like it was cheering us on.

"Alex... you fucked Lily this good?" she whispered against my lips, voice breathy and teasing, but laced with that raw hunger, her walls clenching harder around me as she said it.

I gripped her ass tighter, thrusting up to meet her grind, making her gasp. "I fucked you better, baby," I growled, kissing her deep—tongue claiming her mouth, tasting rain and sex and her surrender.

She moaned into the kiss, nails digging into my shoulders, tits pressed slick against my chest. "Aahh... Alex... you made me so filthy," she panted when we broke for air, eyes dark and wild. "I wish my husband knew... how you made me your slut..."

The words hit like fire. I thrust harder, water splashing around us, one hand tangling in her wet hair to pull her head back so I could bite her neck.

"I'll fuck you in front of him one day," I rasped against her skin, pounding deeper. "Let him watch me breed you, make you scream my name. Then he'll know you were always more than enough—he was just a fucking pussy who couldn't see your value."

She cried out—"Yes... oh god, yes..."—hips slamming down faster, pussy spasming around me, another orgasm building from the filthy promise alone.

We kissed again—deep, desperate, tongues tangling messy in the rain, teeth clashing as she rode me harder. Her legs locked tighter around my waist, heels digging into my back, pulling me impossibly deeper with every grind.

I was in heaven—fucking her raw on this rooftop pool, storm raging, nobody around for miles to see or hear. The city was a blur below, thunder drowning her moans, lightning flashing across her glistening body as she bounced on my cock.

No one was coming up here in this weather. We were alone, free, filthy.

I slapped her ass under the water—sharp crack that made her clench hard. "Ride me harder, Autumn. Show me how much you needed this."

She did—hips grinding frantic, tits bouncing, water splashing with every thrust. "Aahh... Alex... breed me again... make me yours forever..."

I wasn't going to last much longer.

And neither was she.

We both came together in that filthy position—her riding me deep in the warm pool water, legs locked around my waist, tits pressed slick against my chest.

She screamed into my shoulder, biting down hard on my skin—"Aaaahhh—Alex! Yes!"—her pussy spasming wildly around me, clenching in hard waves as she gushed again, soaking us both.

I thrust up one last time, burying deep, and exploded—thick ropes shooting far inside her, flooding her already-full pussy until it spilled out around us into the water. Pulse after pulse, I emptied everything, groaning low against her neck as her walls milked me dry.

We stayed like that, panting, bodies shaking, rain pouring over us like a curtain. Satisfied. Completely spent.

Finally, I lifted her off slow, her pussy giving one last reluctant clench. We climbed out of the pool—naked, dripping, no clothes in sight. We didn't care anymore. The storm was raging; nobody would be out in this weather, nobody could see us from down below.

We grabbed our soaked stuff in one hand and started down the stairs just like that—bare skin glistening, cum and rain trailing down her thighs, my cock swinging heavy and slick between my legs.

Every few steps, I couldn't help it—I'd grab her by the hips, pull her back against me, kiss her deep and messy. She'd giggle, moan softly into my mouth, her hands reaching back to squeeze my ass or stroke me once, teasing.

My dick was uncontrollable today—after fucking her so hard, it still twitched, half-hard, dripping with our juices, like it was ready for round three already.

We laughed quietly, stealing touches, kisses, the thrill of being naked and exposed in the stairwell making it hotter.

At the sixth floor, she stopped, turning to me with that freshly-fucked glow—hair wild, lips swollen, body marked with my handprints and bites.

"What are you doing tonight?" she asked, voice husky, eyes sparkling.

"You," I said simply, pulling her in for one more deep kiss.

She smiled—slow, wicked, satisfied. "I'll be waiting. And... don't let Lily know, okay?"

"Your secret's safe," I murmured, nipping her lip.

She slipped away, hips swaying as she disappeared down the hall, naked and unashamed.

I continued down to my floor, still dripping wet, clothes bundled in one hand, cock flopping heavy with every step, slick with her juices and mine.

I raeched my apartment. The rain had been fun, but now I was cold and needed a hot shower bad. Then I remembered—my fucking shower was still broken. Had been for days.

Why not go like this? I was already naked, clothes a soaked bundle in my hand. Grinning at the absurdity, I walked to her door—dick swinging free, water trailing behind me—and knocked on her door, trying to cover the essentials with the wet clothes bundle just in case.

The hallway was empty, but I chuckled imagining someone stepping out and getting an eyeful.

The door opened.

Not Tiffany.

Brittany.

Her daughter—the one I'd fucked senseless last night, taken her virginity, and slipped out before either woke up.

She froze, eyes wide, taking in my naked, dripping state.

She was wearing gray cargo pants that hugged her ass perfectly—round, firm, the fabric stretching just right—and a black gym vest with thin straps, the kind that showed off her toned shoulders and the deep plunge of her cleavage. No bra; her nipples poked faintly through. She looked fucking edible.

"Alex... why are you naked and soaking wet?" she asked, voice soft but amused. "Quick, come inside."

She stepped aside, caring like her mom, pulling me in by the arm. I dripped all over the entryway as she closed the door fast.

"Jesus," she laughed lightly, shaking her head. "Why were you dancing in the rain? You're a grown-up."

I thought—yeah, and you just lost your virginity to me last night, screaming my name, and now you're lecturing me?

"Heh, I was up at the rooftop pool," I said, playing it off with a grin. "Then the storm hit out of nowhere. Clothes got soaked too."

She glanced at the bundle hiding my cock, then back up, biting her lip.

Then a small, knowing smile curved her lips.

"Can I use your shower?" I asked, still dripping on her floor.

"Yeah, sure," she said, a little confused but nodding toward the hallway. Then she paused, eyes dropping again to the bundle. "Alex... about last night..."

She shifted, cheeks flushing. "I don't know what came over me. I just... touched you without asking, and I didn't even think about how you felt. It was my first time, and I—"

"Hey, Brittany," I cut in gentle, stepping closer. "Don't worry. It's okay. You couldn't think straight—I get it. And trust me, I was into every second."

She looked relieved, smiling shyly.

"Where's your mom?" I asked, glancing around.