I kept sucking her tits like a child desperate to squeeze every last drop of milk out of them. My lips sealed tightly around one swollen nipple, cheeks hollowing with deep, rhythmic pulls as I nursed greedily, tongue swirling over the stiff peak, teeth grazing lightly before soothing it with wet, circling licks.
I switched to the other breast, lifting its heavy weight in both hands, feeling how soft and full it was, how it spilled over my palms. I latched on again, sucking harder, moaning low into her creamy flesh as saliva coated her nipples and areolas, leaving them shiny and throbbing red from the attention.
"Ahh..." Grace kept moaning, her voice trembling and breaking with every deep suck. Her hand stroked my dick harder now, smooth fingers gliding up and down the thick shaft in tight, steady pumps, thumb circling the swollen head to spread the leaking precum.
She loved how I pleasured her nipples, how I worshipped them like they were the center of my world, her body arching slightly to press her breasts deeper into my mouth, thighs shifting restlessly beneath my head.
I was in fucking heaven. The way her soft melons overwhelmed me, warm, heavy, filling my mouth and hands completely, made everything else disappear.
My dick was so edged it ached, throbbing painfully in her grip, ready to shoot thick ropes at any second.
I remembered how juicy her ass had looked earlier, and I wanted to eat this thick mommy's juicy ass, shove my dick so deep into her asshole that her pussy would squirt juices just from the intense stimulation.
"You love mommy's milk, ahh?" Grace moaned again, stroking me harder, her hand moving with more urgency now, caring for my cock like she was soothing a restless child, even as her own body trembled with need.
"Umm..." I moaned into her nipple, sucking even deeper, tongue flicking the sensitive bud while my hips bucked forward into her grip.
Her moans, high and needy, almost maternal, drove me crazy, making me lose every sense of self.
"Come here, Alex... come over mommy," Grace called softly, her voice trembling with a mix of tenderness and raw desire. She gently pulled her lap away from my head and slid her hand from my dick, then lay back fully on the tatami mat.
Her robe fell open completely, massive breasts spilling outward, heavy and soft, spreading across her chest in perfect, creamy curves. The fabric shifted lower, exposing her stomach fully, smooth, slightly rounded, warm skin glowing under the natural light coming from outside.
Only the lower part of her body remained covered by the robe now, bunched loosely around her wide hips and thick thighs.
She wanted me to lay over her while I sucked her boobs.
The way she looked lying on her back, mature, thick body fully offered, breasts rising and falling with quick breaths, nipples stiff and dark, long gray hair fanned out like a halo, made any resistance impossible.
I stood up quickly, shoved my cargo pants all the way down my legs, kicked them aside, then peeled off my T-shirt in one motion. Now I was fully naked, cock rock-hard, thick and veined.
I lowered myself slowly onto her, letting my full weight rest on her plump, warm body. My chest pressed against her massive breasts, squishing them flat between us, nipples dragging across my skin.
My face hovered just above her chest, close enough to feel the heat radiating from her tits. My cock rested against her lower belly, hot and hard, smearing a slick trail of precum across her smooth stomach as I settled fully on top of her.
Grace wrapped her arms around me the moment I lay down, pulling me tightly against her, cradling me like a lover and a child at once. Her legs parted wider beneath me, thighs soft and thick around my hips, one hand sliding up to cradle the back of my head while the other pressed against my lower back, holding me flush to her body.
I immediately latched onto one pink nipple, mouth sealing around the stiff peak, sucking deeply with greedy pulls. My tongue swirled over it, teeth grazing lightly before soothing with wet licks, drawing the soft flesh deeper into my mouth. I moaned into her breast, the vibration making her gasp and arch beneath me.
My hips started grinding instinctively, cock sliding up and down her lower belly, smearing more precum across her skin in long, slick strokes.
She was moaning continuously now, filthy, unrestrained sounds that filled the quiet room, each one deeper and more desperate than the last. Her voice cracked with raw need, rising into high, broken whimpers every time my tongue flicked her nipple or my teeth grazed the sensitive peak.
The moans weren't the soft, controlled sighs of a woman meditating; they were lewd, animalistic, the kind that came from thirty years of buried desire finally breaking free.
I stopped sucking her nipples and pulled back just enough to look at her face. Her mouth was open in pure lust, lips parted, breath coming in quick, shallow pants, eyes half-lidded and glassy with arousal. Her cheeks were flushed deep pink, long gray hair messy across the pillow, strands clinging to her damp skin. She looked completely undone, enlightened priestess gone, replaced by a thick, needy woman starving for more.
I moved my face closer slowly, deliberately, until our breaths mingled. Then I pulled her into a deep kiss, lips crashing together, hungry and wet. My tongue pushed past her lips immediately, tangling with hers in messy, desperate strokes.
She kissed back fiercely, moaning into my mouth, tongue sliding against mine, tasting herself on me as saliva mixed and dripped between us. We were so lost in each other.
I wanted to see her soft mouth sucking my cock, wanted her to know how a real cock tasted after so many years of denial. I imagined her lips stretching around my thick shaft, cheeks hollowing as she took me deep, tongue swirling over the head, tasting the salty precum while her eyes looked up at me, wide and submissive.
Thirty years without a dick in her mouth, and now she'd be on her knees for me, worshipping every inch, swallowing every drop.
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Outside the room, through the big window, the day looked peaceful and beautiful, sunlight filtering through green trees, birds flitting across the garden pond, a gentle breeze rustling leaves. But inside, we were the opposite: sweaty, filthy, tongues battling, moans muffled against each other's lips, her thick thighs squeezing my hips, my hard cock grinding against her soft belly.
I broke the kiss slowly, our lips separating with a wet sound, a thin strand of saliva connecting us for a second before breaking. I looked down at her, face flushed, mouth open and panting, eyes dark with lust, and knew exactly what came next.
I stood up slowly from her body, rising to my full height in front of her.
Grace immediately stood as well and got on her knees, unwilling to let even a moment pass without contact. "Come here, Alex... come to mommy," she whispered, spreading her arms wide to embrace me again. Her heavy breasts swayed with the movement, nipples stiff and dark, the robe hanging open around her shoulders as though it no longer mattered.
I moved closer and pressed the swollen head of my cock against her soft lips, tapping it gently, once, twice, smearing a glossy trail of precum across her mouth.
"Mommy... please suck my dick... it hurts," I said, voice low and pleading, playing into her fantasy while my shaft throbbed against her lower lip.
She looked up at me so filthily, eyes half-lidded and dark with lust, my dick slapping lightly against her cheeks, her lips parting to let more precum smear across them. She looked insanely hot like that, her mature face flushed, mouth open and glossy, gray hair messy around her shoulders, thick body on full display, ready to worship the young cock she'd denied herself for decades.
"You want mommy's mouth on your dick, Alex?" Grace asked, voice husky and teasing. She wrapped her hand around the base, fingers warm and firm, then started slapping the head against her tongue, wet little smacks that made my cock jump in her grip.
"Yes, mommy," I groaned, hips twitching forward as her tongue felt so good, hot, slick, flicking over the sensitive slit and swirling around the swollen head.
"You want to cum in mommy's mouth?" she asked, squeezing my shaft tighter, stroking once from base to tip while her other hand cupped my balls gently, rolling them in her palm. She was getting hornier herself.
"Yes, mommy... please suck it," I begged, voice rough.
She smiled, slow and filthy, then slowly started licking my cock with long, deliberate strokes of her tongue. She dragged it flat from base to tip, tasting every inch, swirling around the head to collect the leaking precum before sliding back down the underside.
"Fuck..." I moaned, my dick so edged and sensitive right now that every lick sent electric jolts through me. I put both hands on her head, fingers threading through her long gray hair, and watched her work.
She licked like she was savoring something forbidden, tongue tracing every vein, lips brushing the shaft, eyes looking up at me with pure hunger.
"It's so hard, Alex... are you hard for mommy?" she asked, voice muffled as she finally put the head in her mouth and started sucking the tip, lips sealing tight around it, cheeks hollowing with slow, gentle pulls. Her tongue flicked the underside, teasing the slit, drawing out more precum that she swallowed with a soft hum.
"Ahh... just like that," I moaned, hips rocking forward slightly as she sucked the head deeper, mouth warm and wet, tongue swirling relentlessly. She was filthy with her mouth, taking more inch by inch, lips stretching around my girth, moaning around my cock as she bobbed slowly, hands stroking the base she couldn't fit yet.
She kept sucking my cock with slow, hungry devotion, lips sliding up and down the shaft, tongue swirling around the swollen head, cheeks hollowing every time she took me deeper. My dick grew even harder in her warm, wet mouth, veins standing out thickly, head throbbing against her tongue as she moaned around it.
But I wasn't ready to cum just from her mouth. I wanted to finish deep inside her pussy, fill this hot, motherly woman with every thick rope of my warm cum until she overflowed.
I pulled my dick away from her mouth with a wet pop, the head glistening with her saliva and my precum. A thin strand of spit connected her lower lip to the tip for a second before breaking.
"Ahh... give me that," Grace whimpered, leaning forward instinctively, chasing my cock with her open mouth. She loved the taste of dick after so long, thirty years of denial making her greedy, desperate, tongue already flicking out to catch one last drop.
I knelt down in front of her and started kissing her shoulders, slow, open-mouthed kisses along her smooth, creamy skin. The robe was already loose around her chest, barely clinging to her as she stayed on her knees in front of me.
I slid my hands up to her shoulders and gently pushed the fabric back, letting it slip down her arms. My lips trailed along her collarbone and over the upper swell of her breasts as the robe loosened further.
I drew it down slowly from her shoulders to her elbows, then lower to her waist, the white material sliding over her curves. Keeping my movements deliberate, I tugged it past her hips and down over her thighs, guiding it to her knees before letting it fall away completely. The robe pooled softly on the floor, leaving her fully naked in front of me.
Then I guided her gently but firmly to turn around and get on all fours, hands on her hips, urging her forward onto the tatami mat. She obeyed instantly lowering her palms to the floor, pushing her thick ass out toward me, knees folded under her on the tatami mat, back arched deeply so her pussy and asshole were completely exposed.
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"Alex... what are you doing?" she asked, voice trembling with arousal as she obeyed instantly, shifting into position. She was fully naked now, mature, thick body on display, ass high and cheeks spread slightly from the arch, pussy lips swollen and dripping, tight asshole twitching with anticipation.
"Let me see how wet you are, mommy" I said, stepping behind her.
I placed both hands on her ass cheeks, damn, they were so soft and juicy, my fingers sinking deep into the plush flesh, almost disappearing. I spread them wide, opening her completely.
Her pussy glistened, pink folds slick and swollen, clit throbbing visibly, fresh juices leaking steadily down her inner thighs and dripping onto the mat. Her clean milky pink asshole twitched just above, puckered tight but relaxing and clenching with every little shiver that ran through her body.
"Ahh... don't look at mommy there, baby..." she moaned, voice cracking with shame and lust. Letting a man see her pussy so closely, spread open, dripping for him, was making her lose control completely. Her hips rocked back instinctively, offering herself deeper, cheeks trembling under my hands.
"Mom... you are so wet," I said, sliding one finger along her slick folds. It coated me instantly, warm, thick, slippery, her pussy clenching at the touch, more juices leaking out and running over my knuckle.
"Baby... mom is so wet... please don't look," Grace moaned, voice thick with arousal and embarrassment as she reached back from below, trying to hide her pussy. Her fingers trembled, sliding over the slick folds in a futile attempt to cover the dripping slit and the twitching asshole above it.
The effort only made things worse, her fingertips brushed her swollen clit, sending a fresh shiver through her body, and a new trickle of clear juice escaped her entrance, running down her inner thigh.
I reached close and removed her hand gently but firmly, wrapping my fingers around her wrist and guiding it to the side so I could look again at the paradise between her legs. She whimpered softly but didn't resist, her arm stayed where I placed it, trembling slightly as she surrendered to being fully exposed.
My mouth watered so much that every food in this world paled in comparison to what I was staring at. Her pussy was perfect, soft outer lips puffy from arousal, inner lips darker pink and slick, clit peeking out swollen and sensitive, entrance clenching visibly like it was begging to be filled.
Her asshole winked again, clean, smooth and pale pink ring surrounded by creamy skin that looked untouched yet flushed with heat, twitching in time with her pussy as if both holes were begging to be kissed, licked and worshipped.
I got closer with my mouth, staring at her juicy pink holes from just inches away. She could feel my hot breath washing over her exposed pussy and asshole, warm puffs of air teasing her sensitive skin, making her shiver harder, hips rocking back involuntarily toward my face.
"Ahh, baby..." she moaned again, trying to close her legs a little in shame, thighs trembling as they pressed together briefly before parting wider again.
I put my hand on her hips to stop her gentle rocking, fingers digging into the soft, plush flesh just enough to hold her steady. My mouth moved even closer to her pussy, close enough that my hot breath washed over her swollen lips with every exhale.
The scent hit me strong, musky, sweet, purely feminine, raw arousal so thick it made my mouth water more.
I took in a long, deep sniff, inhaling her completely, nose almost brushing her clit. "Ahh... it smells so good," I said, voice low and rough against her skin.
"Oh God..." Grace kept moaning, body trembling as I sniffed her private parts so closely. The intimacy of it, my face buried between her cheeks, nose pressed right against her dripping slit—overwhelmed her.
Her hips jerked forward involuntarily, pussy lips almost brushing my lips for a split second, the wet heat grazing me before she pulled back in shame, thighs quivering. I held her ass cheeks firm with both hands so she wouldn't lose balance, thumbs digging deep into the soft, spreading her even wider, keeping her open and exposed.
Then I licked her slowly, from bottom to top, flattening my tongue wide and dragging it in one long, deliberate stroke up her entire pussy. I started at her entrance, tasting the thick, warm nectar pooling there, then slid upward through her inner lips, circling her clit once before finishing at the hood.
Her juices coated my tongue instantly, dripping down my chin as I licked again, slower this time, savoring every drop her body was making for me.
"Ahhh, ahhh," I kept licking her pussy, breathing heavier, nose buried against her skin. "Ahh, Mommy, you are so tasty," I said between licks, voice muffled against her wet folds.
Grace cried out, sharp and needy, back arching harder, ass pushing back toward my face as my tongue explored her. Her pussy clenched visibly with every pass, more wetness leaking out, running over my lips and tongue in fresh, slippery waves.
Her thighs shook around my head, fingers gripping the tatami mat so tightly her knuckles turned white, moans turning into high, broken whimpers as I licked her relentlessly, slow, wet, thorough, devouring her like I'd never get enough.
"Ahh! Baby... please... don't stop... ahhh!" she cried, her voice cracking into a high, desperate wail as pleasure overwhelmed her. Her hips ground faster against my face, ass cheeks jiggling and rippling with every frantic push, soft flesh bouncing against my cheeks and nose while her dripping pussy smeared fresh juices across my lips and chin.
Her tits hung heavy beneath her, full, creamy, swaying wildly with the rhythm of her hips, nipples stiff and dark, brushing the tatami mat every time she rocked forward.
"Please make your mommy cum... it's been so long since I came," she moaned desperately, voice cracking with raw need as I pushed my tongue deeper into her warm pussy.
"Ahhh... yes... right there..." Grace moaned, voice high and broken, thighs quaking around my ears as I kept eating her pussy.
Her walls fluttered and clenched around the intrusion, hot and slick, spasming greedily as if trying to pull me in further. The taste of her flooded my mouth, sweet, tangy, thick with thirty years of pent-up arousal finally breaking free.
I groaned against her core, the vibration making her hips buck hard. My tongue thrust in steady, deep strokes, curling upward to drag along her front wall, hitting that sensitive spot over and over while my nose pressed firmly against her swollen clit.
I kept her ass cheeks spread wide with both hands, thumbs digging into the soft flesh, holding her open so I could devour every inch. Her pussy leaked continuously now, juices running down my chin and neck in warm streams, dripping onto the tatami mat below.
"Ahhh... you are leaking so much... ahh," I said, voice thick with lust as I kept licking her pussy, determined to make her cum just from my tongue. I dragged my tongue slowly through her slick folds again, bottom to top, flattening it wide to catch every drop of her arousal, then pointed it to flick her swollen clit in quick, teasing circles.
I moaned into her core, the vibration making her hips jerk forward, smearing more wetness across my face.
"Ahhh... yes... mommy's close... please don't stop..." Grace cried, her voice breaking into high, desperate whimpers. Her thick thighs trembled around my head, ass cheeks quivering against my palms as she pushed back harder, grinding her dripping pussy against my mouth in frantic little circles.
Her heavy breasts swayed beneath her, nipples stiff and dark, brushing the tatami mat with every rocking motion.
Then I switched to her asshole, pulling back just enough to drag my tongue upward in one long, slow stroke from her entrance to the tight pink ring. I shoved my tongue deep into her ass, tasting everything, warm and faintly musky, fucking her with steady thrusts.
I was going crazy, nothing else mattered right now in the world. I just wanted to drink her juices when she squirted, to feel her flood my mouth as she lost complete control.
Her moans turned into sharp, gasping cries, "Oh god... oh god... mommy's gonna cum... Alex... please... ahhhh!", body convulsing violently as her orgasm hit.
I quickly put my tongue in her pussy as she came.
Her pussy clamped down hard around my tongue, spasming in powerful, rhythmic waves. A fresh gush of juices flooded my mouth, hot, sweet and overwhelming, dripping down my chin and neck in thick streams. Her ass cheeks trembled under my hands, thighs shaking uncontrollably, back arching so sharply her heavy tits lifted off the mat, nipples dragging across the woven surface.
I kept going, tongue plunging back into her pussy to lap up every drop, lips sealing around her clit to suck gently through the aftershocks, drawing out every last tremor, every weak spasm.
Her cries softened into shaky, breathless whimpers, hips still rocking slowly against my face as the pleasure rolled through her in lingering waves. She collapsed forward slightly onto her elbows, ass still high, breathing ragged, body glistening with sweat and her own release.
"You came so much," I said after drinking every drop of her juices as she came, my chin and lips still slick with her release. Her pussy had gushed hard, warm, sweet floods coating my tongue and running down my throat while her body convulsed in waves.
"Oh god... I want to cum again... it felt so good," Grace moaned, voice shaky and raw.
After thirty years of denial, one orgasm wasn't nearly enough. Her mature body was still trembling,
Neither was I satisfied. I wanted to make her come again and again, to push her past the edge until she forgot everything.
Damn, her ass looked so breedable, so thick and juicy, cheeks round and plump.
I started slapping her ass cheeks hard, each sharp crack echoing in the quiet room, letting her feel exactly how rough I was going to be with her. My palm landed firmly on the creamy flesh, once, twice, making the soft, round cheeks jiggle and ripple under the impact.
I slapped one creamy ass cheek hard, the sound ringing out like a whip. Her skin bloomed instantly pink, then deeper red, the milky smoothness turning a vivid crimson that contrasted beautifully with her pale curves.
"Ahh, fuck..." Grace cried out, voice breaking between pain and pleasure, hips jerking forward instinctively as the sting shot straight through her.
I slapped again, harder this time, watching the flesh bounce and quiver, the handprint darkening on her ass.
"Ahh... ahh... harder please," Grace moaned, voice thick with need. She loved how her body reacted to the roughness, each slap sending fresh heat between her legs, making her pussy clench and drip even more down her inner thighs.
Her ass pushed back toward my hand, begging for more, completely surrendered to the sensation.
Every slap made her moan louder, body trembling, pussy leaking fresh juices that ran in shiny trails down her legs.
"Please... fill me with your cum," Grace moaned desperately, reaching back from under her body to spread her pussy lips wide with trembling fingers. Her pink inner folds glistened, slick, swollen, entrance clenching and opening invitingly, begging for my cock to slide inside her warm, motherly pussy.
The sight of her spreading herself like that, offering her dripping cunt, made my dick throb painfully.
But I wanted to fuck her ass first.
I positioned myself behind her, placing the swollen head of my cock right against her tight, small asshole. I started rubbing it slowly, circling the puckered pink ring, spreading precum across the sensitive skin, letting the heat and thickness tease her untouched hole.
"No... Alex... I've never done it here," Grace panicked, voice rising in sudden fear as she realized my intention. Her asshole clenched tight instinctively, soft pink ring spasming against my cockhead—but her hips stayed pushed back, body betraying her words, thighs trembling with a mix of nerves and arousal.
"Shh... relax," I said softly, keeping the pressure steady but gentle. I rubbed the head in slow, deliberate circles, coating her tight ring with my precum, feeling it twitch and flutter every time I brushed it.
The soft pink hole spasmed again with anticipation, clenching and relaxing, winking open just slightly before squeezing shut, her breathing turning into sharp little gasps as fear fought the growing heat between her legs.
I started pushing my head in slowly, the swollen tip pressing firmly against her tight ring. Her asshole resisted at first, clenching hard around the head like it wanted to keep me out, but the pressure built steadily, stretching the soft pink muscle wider with every careful inch.
"Fuck... it's so tight," I groaned low, voice rough as her ass gripped the head like a vice. The heat inside her was intense, velvet walls squeezing me so hard it almost hurt, every tiny flutter sending jolts straight through my shaft.
"Ahh... Alex... it's not gonna fit," Grace cried, voice high and trembling. Her body shook, thighs quivering, fingers clawing at the tatami mat as the thick head stretched her untouched hole wider than it had ever been.
Tears pricked the corners of her eyes, pain and pleasure twisting together after thirty years of nothing there.
"It will," I said firmly, gripping her reddened ass cheeks harder for leverage. I pushed more, slow, relentless, until the swollen head finally popped past her ring with a wet, obscene stretch.
"Shit..." I hissed, hips jerking forward slightly as her ass clamped down around the head, milking it in rhythmic spasms.
Grace couldn't keep herself up anymore. Her arms gave out completely, she bent forward, collapsing onto her elbows and then flat onto her chest. Her face pressed into the mat, cheek against the woven surface, mouth open in a continuous moan.
Her massive breasts squished beneath her, nipples dragging roughly against the mat with every tiny movement, sending fresh sparks through her oversensitive body. Her ass stayed high, pushed out toward me, cheeks spread wide by my hands, perfectly positioned for me to fuck her raw.
I shoved deeper slowly, inch by thick inch, feeling her walls stretch and grip me like they were trying to pull me in deeper.
Her walls gripped me so hard,velvet heat clamping down around every thick inch of my cock like a fist, fluttering and spasming with every tiny movement. The tightness was almost painful, squeezing the base so firmly I could feel my pulse throbbing inside her, the swollen head buried deep where no one had ever been.
My dick was right on the edge, ready to erupt, aching to unload thick ropes straight into her asshole and paint her insides white.
But I wanted to cum in her pussy instead, to fill that warm, motherly cunt with every last drop of my seed, to flood her womb and breed her deep until she overflowed.
I started moving, slow at first, pulling back until just the head remained inside, then sliding forward again in one long, deliberate thrust until I bottomed out completely.
Each stroke stretched her wider, dragged along her inner walls, making her gasp and shudder.
Grace was crying in pleasure, tears streaming down her cheeks, face buried in the tatami mat, mouth open in continuous moans and sobs.
If Lily and the others passed this room while they were checking out the temple, they would definitely hear her, high, broken cries echoing down the corridors, the unmistakable sound of the pure priestess getting her ass fucked raw and deep by a young man half her age.
"Ahh... it's so big, Alex... it's so deep..." she moaned, voice muffled against the mat, cracking on every word.
If I had kept my dick any longer in her asshole, I would have lost it completely.
I quickly pulled out with a wet, obscene pop, her hole gaping slightly before clenching shut, pink ring fluttering around nothing, and shoved myself straight into her pussy slowly, deliberately, letting the head part her slick folds.
"Ahhh..." I moaned as her warm, motherly pussy gripped my cock with so much love, velvet walls hugging every inch, slick and welcoming after thirty years of waiting.
"Oh god..." Grace moaned with pleasure as she finally got my rock-hard cock inside her pussy, right where she wanted me to fill her with cum. Her body shuddered, hips rocking back instinctively to take me deeper.
I kept fucking her slowly, long, deep strokes, savoring every inch of her warm, wet pussy. Each thrust dragged along her inner walls, the head nudging her cervix on every push, her slickness coating me completely, dripping down my balls.
"You like that, mommy?" I asked, voice rough as I fucked her from behind, hands gripping her wide hips, hearing her moans fill the room.
The view was fucking heaven, her thick ass jiggling softly with every slow thrust, cheeks still red from my earlier slaps, pussy stretched wide around my cock, juices glistening on her inner thighs and running down in shiny trails.
"Yeah... I love it... ahhh," Grace moaned, pushing her ass back to meet every thrust of my dick. She enjoyed every thick inch stretching her pussy after so long, hips rolling in small circles at the bottom of each stroke, grinding her clit against my base, walls fluttering and squeezing me tighter as pleasure built again.
"I'm gonna cum, Grace," I groaned, voice breaking as I felt the pressure build unbearably. I was too close now, thrusts turning erratic, hips slamming forward one last time as I buried myself to the hilt inside her warm, gripping pussy.
I came hard—so fucking hard—thick ropes of warm cum shooting deep into her, flooding her walls in powerful pulses.
Each spurt felt endless, painting her insides white, filling her womb with every last drop my balls had left.
"I'm coming too," Grace moaned, her pleasure peaking right after mine. Her pussy clenched hard around my cock, spasming in tight, rhythmic waves, as she came again on me.
Her walls milked every rope I gave her, pulling more cum out of me while her body shook violently beneath me.
"Ahh... Alex... it's too warm... oh god..." she gasped, face pressed into the mat, body shuddering, pussy still spasming weakly around my cock as aftershocks rolled through her.
"Ahh..." I groaned as I kept pushing my dick deep, riding out the last powerful spurts of cum inside her. Thick ropes kept pulsing from the head, flooding her pussy with every final thrust until my balls were completely empty.
Only then did I slowly pull out, my cock slipping free with a wet, obscene sound, leaving her pussy gaping slightly, pink inner walls fluttering around nothing as thick white cum immediately began to leak out.
Grace immediately turned around and fell onto her back. She propped herself up on her elbows, spreading her legs wide to watch the aftermath. Her eyes locked on her own pussy, swollen lips parted, my cum oozing out in slow, creamy rivers, dripping down her ass crack and pooling on the tatami mat beneath her.
She looked filthy and beautiful like that, mature body flushed and glistening with sweat, heavy breasts heaving with every breath, long gray hair messy across her shoulders, gaze fixed on the thick seed pouring from her well-fucked hole.
"You came so much..." Grace said softly, almost in awe. She glanced up at me, then back down at her pussy, watching another thick glob slide out and trail down her thigh. "It's overflowing..."
"Yeah... it's all because of you," I said, voice rough as I looked down at my cock, still hard, slick and shiny with her juices and my own cum, veins standing out, head swollen and glistening.
"Please... put it in again," Grace begged, voice trembling with fresh need. She reached down with both hands, spreading her pussy lips wider to show me how her small, pink entrance looked against my thick cock, still leaking my seed, still clenching hungrily, inviting me back inside her warm, motherly pussy.
I moved closer, positioning the swollen head right at her entrance. Cum leaked out around it as I pushed slowly, sliding back inside through the creamy mess I'd already left. The sensation was insane, her pussy even hotter, even slicker now, walls fluttering and gripping me as I sank in inch by inch.
"It's so big, Alex..." Grace moaned, reaching out to touch my shaft where it disappeared into her. Her fingers brushed the slick skin, feeling how wide she was stretched around me, how her pussy swallowed every veiny inch.
She looked up at me, eyes dark, lips parted, completely lost in the sight and feel of my massive cock claiming her again.
I started moving, slow, deep thrusts, fucking her again, showing her exactly how the dick of an alpha male looked this close.
With each stroke, I pulled almost all the way out, her pussy clinging to me, cum and her juices coating my shaft, then sank back in fully, bottoming out until my balls pressed against her ass.
The wet, filthy sounds filled the room, slapping skin, squelching pussy, her broken moans rising higher with every push.
"Come here... ahh..." Grace moaned as she lay down fully on her back, spreading her legs wide in invitation. She wanted me to come over her, to fuck her good in missionary position, face to face, bodies pressed tight, no hiding from each other.
I leaned over her slowly and rested my weight on her juicy, thick body. It was so hot, soft curves yielding beneath me, heavy breasts squishing flat against my chest, nipples stiff and dragging across my skin with every breath.
The warmth of her mature frame enveloped me completely, belly soft and round against my abs, thighs plush and strong around my hips.
She immediately wrapped her arms around my shoulders, pulling me tightly against her hot, thick body. Her legs wrapped around my waist at the same time, heels digging into my lower back, locking me in place so I couldn't pull away even if I wanted to.
"Ahhh... your pussy is so warm, Grace," I moaned, voice rough and shaky as I fucked her slowly. My dick was oversensitive after cumming so hard, every inch of her velvet walls hugging me felt electric, almost too much, making me shudder on top of her.
"Yeah... umm..." Grace pulled me in closer, hands roaming my back, nails lightly scraping my skin. She kissed me harder, lips crashing together, tongue diving deep as our mouths moved in wet, desperate strokes.
Her moans vibrated against my lips, body arching up to meet me, pussy clenching around my cock like she never wanted to let go.
"You gonna make me cum again?" I asked, breaking the kiss just enough to speak, hips rolling slowly, grinding deep inside her.
"Fill me with your cum, Alex... ahh... I love how warm it feels inside... umm..." Grace moaned, kissing me again, deeper this time. Her tongue tangled with mine, lips swollen and hungry, while her hips rocked up to meet every slow thrust.
Her moans were making my dick harden like a steel rod, throbbing painfully inside her, veins standing out as blood rushed back in. I fucked her slowly, long, deliberate strokes, enjoying the warmth of her pussy wrapping me like a glove, slick walls fluttering with every push.
I was already building toward another release, balls tightening again, ready to flood her once more.
After a few more deep thrusts, I came again, her pussy milking me so good, walls clenching and fluttering around my shaft like she was trying to pull every last drop out of me.
"Ahhh..." I groaned low and ragged, burying myself to the hilt as I came hard, filling her pussy with thick, warm ropes of cum once more.
Each pulse felt endless, my cock throbbing violently inside her, shooting jet after jet deep into her womb, flooding her already overflowing cunt until fresh seed leaked out around my base and dripped down her ass crack onto the mat.
"Ummm... God..." Grace moaned into my neck, voice trembling with pleasure as she felt my dick pulsing inside her again. Her pussy spasmed in response, milking me greedily, walls rippling along my length, drawing out every thick spurt while her body shook beneath me.
She took every single drop, legs locked tight around my waist, heels digging into my lower back, holding me deep so nothing escaped.
-x-X-x-
I panted heavily, collapsing forward and burying my face beside her neck, sweat-slick skin against skin, breathing in the faint floral scent of her hair mixed with the raw musk of sex. My cock twitched weakly inside her, still leaking the last dribbles as her pussy gently pulsed around me, keeping me warm and snug.
"Alex... please stay with me at the temple," Grace whispered, caressing my back with slow, tender strokes of her fingers, nails lightly tracing my spine like she was soothing a lover she never wanted to let go.
"What would I do here, Grace?" I asked softly, voice rough from exertion.
My life was back in the city, so many MILFs were waiting for me. Grace's pussy was incredible, but I couldn't abandon them. I had to meet Sofia after this trip, had to keep feeding every needy woman who craved me.
"I want you to fill me with your cum every day," Grace said, voice low and pleading. She tightened her arms around me, legs squeezing my hips, pussy clenching once more around my spent cock like she could keep me hard and inside her forever. "Every morning... every night... just like this... please, Alex..."
Her words hung between us, desperate, maternal, filthy. Her body still trembled beneath mine, breasts pressed flat against my chest, pussy leaking our mixed cum in slow, warm trickles down her thighs.
She looked up at me, eyes glassy, cheeks flushed, lips parted, completely surrendered, yet still begging for more.
I kissed her neck softly, tasting the salt of her sweat. "I'll come back, Grace," I murmured against her skin. "But I can't stay. Not yet."
She kissed me back again, softly this time, lips brushing mine with a gentle, lingering tenderness. She knew I wouldn't stay; the sadness in her eyes said it all.
But she wanted one last kiss, one final moment of closeness before we parted. Her arms stayed wrapped around me, holding me tight against her warm, thick body for what felt like the last time before we would meet again.
We stayed like that for a long moment, bodies pressed together, breathing in sync, hearts slowing after the intensity. Grace's eyelids grew heavy, she probably used to waking up early for temple duties, and after cumming so hard, exhaustion finally claimed her. Her breathing deepened into soft, even sighs as she drifted off to sleep under me.
I stayed still a little longer, watching her peaceful face then I slowly pulled my softening cock out of her pussy, careful not to wake her. A thick trickle of my cum immediately followed, leaking from her swollen, pink entrance in slow, creamy rivulets down her inner thighs and onto the mat beneath her.
She looked so satisfied lying there, legs still slightly spread, breasts rising and falling gently, pussy overflowing with my seed, body relaxed in a way it probably hadn't been in decades.
I gave her one last look, taking in the sight of her thick, mature body glowing with afterglow, before quietly sliding the door shut behind me.
I retraced our path back through the corridors. The temple was big, but all the hallways eventually led to the main hall, so it wasn't hard to find my way. The place felt even quieter now, only the soft echo of my footsteps and the distant rustle of wind through the garden.
As I reached the main hall, Lily and the others came from one side, chatting among themselves about the things they had seen in the temple. I hadn't seen any of the exhibits, and I didn't even care.
"Hey, Alex, you done talking with the priestess?" Lily asked as they all reached me, her ponytail swinging, cheeks a little pink from the walk.
"Yeah," I said casually. "Let's go back. I'm hungry." It was almost evening, and we still hadn't had lunch.
"You look enlightened, Alex," Tiffany teased, smirking as she stepped up beside me. "What did Grace teach you?"
Enlightened? Maybe not. But I had definitely taught Grace a thing or two. I had filled her, stretched her, made her moan like she'd never moaned before, broken thirty years of celibacy in one afternoon. But I didn't need to tell anyone that.
"Just some stuff about controlling the mind," I said with a shrug, keeping my tone light. "Let's get food. I'm starving."
The group laughed and started heading toward the cable car station. The sun dipped lower, casting golden light across the mountain, and the day felt strangely peaceful after everything that had happened.
Lily stood in the center of the cable car, hands on her hips. "It's late now, guys," she announced, raising her voice just enough to cut through the quiet chatter. "We can't go to any other place today. Our return train leaves tonight, and we'll be back at our homes tomorrow morning—Monday—around 10 a.m. So just pack your bags and be ready. I hope you all enjoyed the trip."
A soft collective sigh went through the group.
"No... it's over so quickly," Tiffany moaned dramatically, her voice low and pouty as she looked right at me. Her eyes lingered, dark, hungry, a little accusing, because she hadn't gotten my cock inside her even once during this entire trip.
She crossed her arms under her heavy breasts, pushing them up slightly in her tight tank top, lips pursed in mock sulkiness, but the heat in her stare said she'd be waiting the second we got back to the city.
The cable car swayed gently as we descended, the temple shrinking behind us on the mountaintop like a dream we'd all shared.
Now that I think about it, I really enjoyed this trip. I met new people and had so many new experiences.
Our adventures at the hot springs, Lan and I sneaking off to a small island, me fucking Indian maids and a pregnant MILF, it was really perfect.
But now it was time to go back to my life.
-x-X-x-
Soon after getting off the cable car and traveling back in the buggies to the beach house, we finally arrived. The sun was low, casting long golden shadows across the sand, and the air smelled of salt and cooling earth as we stepped through the main entrance.
"That was such a nice visit," Brittany said as we walked inside, her voice bright but a little wistful. "Alex, you really missed the stuff we saw at the temple, they had like ancient carvings, old scrolls, incense burners shaped like dragons... it was beautiful."
"Yeah?" I asked in surprise, like I had missed what they saw, but I didn't care about that stuff. I was busy breeding the priestess.
"Welcome back, everyone," Shyla called from behind the reception desk, smiling warmly. "I hope you all enjoyed your visit to the temple."
There was a man standing next to her, talking on the telephone, maybe attending to a guest call. Well-dressed and composed, it was probably her husband, back at work.
Shyla's eyes flicked to me the moment I entered, dark and hungry, like she was remembering every second of what we'd done before and wanted more.
But now we were short on time.
"Yeah, it was really nice," Lily said as we approached the lobby counter. "Can you please prepare lunch for us? We couldn't make it to any other place today and we're starving."
"Sure," Shyla replied smoothly. "Maya, please prepare lunch for our guests," she said to Maya, who was dusting some portraits in the lobby.
"Of course, ma'am." Maya nodded and headed toward the dining area, a faint smile playing on her lips as she glanced at me.
She hadn't forgotten that I'd given her permission to come to my room tonight, and she definitely wouldn't be pleased to learn I was leaving.
"Honey, I think I'll grab something to eat outside," Minh said to Lan as he and El made their way toward the door. "El and I are going for a walk along the beach."
I knew what they were going to do, they were going to fuck like animals.
The lobby filled with the familiar chatter of the group, talking at once about the temple, the hike, how tired they were. I hung back a little, watching Shyla steal glances at me while her husband was distracted on the phone, Maya hurrying toward the dining area with that knowing sway in her hips, and the others already heading to their rooms to pack.
"Let's all meet for lunch after we freshen up," Lily said as we walked toward our rooms, her voice drifting over the soft echo of footsteps against the wooden floor.
Lily, Autumn, Brittany, Gloria, and Lan walked ahead, chatting softly about the temple, their bags slung over their shoulders and their hair still messy from the day.
I lingered a few steps behind, and Tiffany matched my pace, deliberately slowing down. She kept glancing at the group in front of us to make sure no one was watching, clearly looking for a moment alone with me.
"Hey, Alex, I need to talk to you," Tiffany said, coming closer to me like she was trying to seduce me with the way she looked. Her thick ass filled out those tight shorts perfectly, cheeks jiggling slightly with each step, while her tank top clung to her curves, doing nothing to hide her massive cleavage.
"Yeah, sure, Tiff. Come," I said, nodding toward my room as the others disappeared down the hallway.
I opened the door and let her enter first. Man, her ass was too hot, round, thick, swaying hypnotically as she walked in. She glanced back over her shoulder, catching my stare, lips curving into a knowing little smile. She knew exactly what she was doing to me.
We both stepped inside, and I shut the door behind us with a soft click, locking out the rest of the world.
Tiffany sat on the edge of the bed, relaxing back on her hands, her wide hips and thick thighs settling heavily against the mattress. The position made her shorts ride up even higher, exposing more of her smooth, tanned skin, while her tank top stretched tight across her heavy breasts, her cleavage deep and inviting.
Sweat glistened on her neck and between her breasts, making her skin shine and her nipples faintly visible through the thin fabric.
I walked to the mini fridge, pulled out two cold drinks, and handed one to her before sitting close beside her on the bed. Our thighs brushed, her warm, soft skin against mine, and she took the bottle slowly, fingers lingering on mine for a second longer than necessary.
She brought it to her lips, tilting her head back slightly as she drank, making the motion deliberately seductive. A small drop escaped the corner of her mouth, sliding down her chin and dripping onto her cleavage, disappearing between her breasts. She licked her lips slowly afterward.
I drank mine too slowly, eyes locked on Tiffany the whole time. Her skin glistened with a thin layer of sweat from the day, tiny beads rolling down her neck, tracing the deep valley between her heavy breasts, soaking into the thin fabric of her tank top until it clung even tighter to her curves.
The sight made my cock stir back to life, thickening slowly in my pants, pressing against the fabric as blood rushed south again. Every time she tilted her head back to swallow, her throat worked visibly, lips wrapping around the bottle rim in a way that looked far too deliberate, far too teasing.
After we both finished, we set our bottles on the nightstand with soft clinks. The room was cooler now, the AC humming steadily, pushing back the late-afternoon heat that still lingered outside, but Tiffany looked like she was still in heat.
"So... what did you want to talk about?" I asked, leaning back on my arms.
Tiffany didn't answer with words. Instead, she moved quickly, almost predatory, swinging one thick leg over my lap and straddling me in one fluid motion. She pinned me under her, pressing her full weight down so her tank top flattened tightly against my chest.
"Talk?" she murmured, voice low and husky. "I think we've done enough talking for one trip."
Her hands slid up my chest to my shoulders, pinning me more firmly as she leaned in close, breasts pressing harder, breath hot against my ear.
"You've been ignoring me all this trip, Alex," Tiffany said, her voice low and teasing as she traced one finger slowly up my T-shirt, circling closer to my nipple. Her nail dragged lightly over the fabric, sending a spark straight to my cock, which was already hardening fast beneath her weight.
"We've all been busy, Tiff, you know," I said, smiling lazily, though my bulge was growing thicker and harder, pressing up against her through my pants. She was straddling me, her thick thighs squeezing my hips, her shorts riding up so high I could feel the heat of her pussy radiating against me.
"And last night you fucked Lily in the ass in front of everyone," she said, jealousy dripping from every word. Her eyes narrowed, but her hips rocked once, grinding her crotch down on my erection.
"Wait... you remember that?" I asked, teasing her back.
I knew they all remembered it, every moan, every thrust, every time Lily's ass took me deep while they watched, drunk and horny in the hot springs.
"Of course I do," Tiffany snapped, possessive now. "Couldn't you choose me?"
"You wanted my dick in your ass?" I asked, voice dropping lower, hands sliding up her thick thighs to grip her hips.
Tiffany didn't answer with words. She smiled, wicked and hungry, and yanked my shirt up over my chest in one quick motion. Before I could react, she leaned down and bit my nipple hard, teeth sinking in roughly, tugging just enough to make pain bloom into sharp pleasure.
"Oh..." I moaned, hips bucking instinctively, my cock throbbing painfully against her as she punished me with her mouth. She latched onto the bitten nipple, sucking hard, her tongue flicking over the sore peak before biting down again with the same rough intensity.
"This is your punishment for last night," Tiffany said with a jealous edge in her voice, "And who the hell was that older woman? You seemed to be enjoying her saggy tits a lot more."
She remembered exactly how roughly I had pleasured Olivia at the hot springs last night, how I'd sucked and bitten her heavy, mature breasts in front of everyone, making Olivia moan like she was losing her mind while Tiffany watched from the side, untouched and burning with envy.
"She was just a stranger who was on a trip just like us," I said calmly, not giving her the details.
"Oh yeah?" Tiffany said. She leaned down and bit my nipple again, harder this time, teeth sinking in with a sharp sting that made me hiss through my teeth.
"Ahhh..." I moaned, my bulge grinding harder against her as the pain shot straight to my dick. "And why didn't you come to my room last night? You said you would."
I knew the truth, her daughter had told me Tiffany got too drunk and passed out, but I wanted to hear her say it.
"I slept," she muttered, avoiding my eyes for a second before looking back up with a small, sheepish smile. "But let's not talk about that."
She didn't want to blame herself.
"Can't you wait until we're back at our place?" I asked, voice low, one hand sliding up her thick ass, squeezing it through her shorts.
Tiffany leaned forward and started kissing me deeply, her lips crashing against mine with desperate hunger. She was too horny right now, breath hot and fast, tongue pushing into my mouth immediately.
She bit my lower lip hard, then soothed it with a slow lick before diving back in, kissing me like she wanted to devour me whole.
"I want you to cum inside me right now," she whispered against my lips, voice thick and shaky, before kissing me again even harder.
I'd given her so much control up to this point, but now I was ready to take it back. In one swift motion, I twisted my body and turned her around, pinning her beneath me. Her back hit the mattress with a soft thud, wrists held gently but firmly above her head in one of my hands.
Her breasts jiggled as I settled on top of her, the tank top stretched tight across them, nipples stiff and pressing through the damp fabric.
Damn, her boobs looked so hot with that light sheen of sweat glistening on her cleavage, skin flushed pink, breasts rising and falling quickly with her ragged breaths.
I leaned down and licked her boobs, slow, deliberate drags of my tongue across the tops of her breasts, tasting the salty sweat that had gathered there.
"They missed you, Alex," Tiffany said as she released her hand from my grip. She lowered her tank top, revealing her massive jugs that were so soft and thick. They were full and perfect, skin warm and slightly sticky from the day's heat.
I put both hands on them immediately, cupping the undersides, squeezing firmly, feeling how they overflowed my palms. They were so full and heavy, nipples dark and erect, begging for more attention.
Then I buried my face between them, nose pressing into the deep valley of her cleavage, lips kissing and licking the soft skin, inhaling her scent mixed with sweat and arousal. Tiffany wrapped her arms around my head, holding me tight against her tits, fingers threading through my hair to keep me there.
As we were getting lost in each other, someone knocked on the door.
Knock. Knock.
I pulled my face from her tits reluctantly, lips shiny with her sweat.
"Ugh, who is it?" Tiffany said, clearly annoyed, voice thick with frustration. She didn't like being disturbed.
"Let me check, it might be Lily," I said, knowing how strict Lily was about timelines and schedules.
I quickly got up and walked to the door, adjusting my pants to hide the obvious bulge. Tiffany sat up on the bed, tugging her tank top back into place, though her nipples were too erect to hide, they poked through the fabric like hard little points, the top still messy and slightly askew from our playing.
I opened the door.
It was Maya standing outside.
Maya stood outside the door looking thick and horny in her cultural attire, the traditional outfit hugging her curves, dupatta slightly slipped to show more cleavage than usual. Her eyes were bright, lips parted, clearly remembering our earlier agreement about tonight.
"Hey, Maya, what's up?" I asked, keeping my voice casual.
"Sir, Lily ma'am asked me to come get you," she said, smiling sweetly but with that hungry edge. "Lunch is ready."
"Who is it, Alex?" Tiffany called from inside, voice sharp with curiosity.
Maya heard the voice and her smile faded a little, jealousy flickering across her face. Tiffany stood up quickly from the bed, her assets jiggling as she came to the door and stood close behind me in the doorway.
"It's Maya, Tiff," I said, looking between them. "She came to get us for lunch."
Tiffany's tank top was still messy, nipples erect and obvious, skin flushed. Maya's eyes dropped to Tiffany's chest for a second, seeing the evidence of what had been happening, then flicked back up, jealousy clear in her tightened smile.
"Okay," Tiffany said to Maya, her voice cool but laced with possessiveness. "Please tell Lily we'll be right there." She put her hand on my chest like she wanted me to come back inside and finish what she'd started, her body pressed close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off her.
"But ma'am, Lily ma'am asked me to come get you," Maya said quickly, refusing to back down. "She said she really needs to talk to the group."
Maya's eyes flicked between us, jealousy flashing when she saw how close Tiffany was standing, how her tank top was still messy and her nipples were visible through the fabric. She clearly didn't like the idea of leaving me alone with Tiffany.
"Ugh, that Lily," Tiffany muttered, rolling her eyes. "She's always so strict about schedules." She adjusted her messy tank top, smoothing it back into place, though it did little to hide how erect her nipples were.
Maya watched the movement, her eyes narrowing slightly, before Tiffany finally stepped back. "Let's go, Alex."
"I'll be there in a minute," I said, glancing at Tiffany. "I need to pee."
"Be quick, okay?" Tiffany replied, giving me one last lingering look before turning and heading down the hallway to join the group for lunch. Her thick ass swayed in those tight shorts as she walked away, her hips rolling with every step.
Now it was just me and Maya standing in the doorway to my room. She looked really needy, the way her massive breasts strained against the thin fabric of her tunic made me twitch hard.
I was already throbbing from Tiffany's teasing, the bulge obvious in my pants, and Maya noticed immediately. Her eyes dropped to it for a split second, her cheeks flushing, before she stepped closer and pushed me gently but firmly back inside the room.
She couldn't hold onto her shyness anymore, desire had taken over.
She looked up at me, eyes dark, lips parted, breathing a little faster.
"Sir... I heard your group is going back tonight," she said, her voice soft but trembling with disappointment. She had plans for the night with me, she wanted to sleep in my bed all night, wanted me buried deep inside her, wanted me to fill both her holes and make her cry out from how rough I could be.
She'd been fantasizing about it all day, and now it was slipping away.
"Yeah, Maya... sorry," I said gently. "I misunderstood. I thought we'd leave Monday morning, but some of the guys have jobs and school to get back to, so Lily planned for us to leave Sunday night."
Maya bit her lip, eyes glistening slightly. She stepped even closer—her thick breasts brushing my chest through her tunic, nipples stiff and pressing against the fabric. Her hand rested lightly on my arm, fingers trembling.
"I was looking forward to tonight," she whispered, voice barely audible. "I really wanted... to be with you.."
The way she looked at me, eyes wide and pleading, lips slightly parted, cheeks flushed with a mix of hope and disappointment, I couldn't control myself anymore. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her close, pressing my hard bulge firmly against her soft belly.
The heat of her body through the thin tunic made my cock throb harder, trapped between us, leaking a fresh bead of precum into my pants.
"I'm sorry, Maya... I wish I could stay, but..." I said, trailing off because I honestly didn't know what else to say. The words felt heavy, guilty, even.
I wanted to stay, to spend the night buried inside her like she'd been dreaming about, but the train ticket was already bought, the group was leaving, and the city was waiting.
Maya pressed her face deeper into my chest, her voice muffled against my shirt. "Sir... I have to tell you something."
"What is it?" I asked, tilting her chin up gently so I could look into her eyes. She looked up at me, nervous, vulnerable, but determined.
"I asked Lily ma'am about a job at your apartment complex," she said quietly. "She said she'd like me to work there as part of the cleaning staff, taking care of the apartments."
"Well... isn't that great, Maya?" I said, genuinely surprised but smiling. "Lily might even provide you with an apartment in our building. It's a really big place, I'm sure she'll be able to find a room for you."
"Yes," Maya nodded. "She said she'd take care of everything, and Asha could enroll in a college in your city, but..."
"But what?" I asked, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, keeping her close so our bodies stayed pressed together.
"But Asha still has her final exams left, and we'd be able to leave after they're over," Maya said softly, her voice trembling slightly as she pressed even closer.
She couldn't even bear the thought of staying far from me for a few more days.
-x-X-x-
The way she clung to me, her arms wrapped tightly around my waist, her cheek resting against my chest, her hips subtly rocking so my hard bulge pressed firmly against her belly, showed just how attached she was.
She was so addicted to my dick that she was willing to change cities, change jobs, uproot her entire life just to be near me, to have me whenever the craving hit.
I didn't mind at all. Every MILF was welcome at my apartment, the more the merrier.
The thought of Maya cleaning my place during the day and then bending over the kitchen counter at night, tunic hiked up, thick ass in the air while I fucked her deep, made my cock twitch harder against her.
"You couldn't even wait a few days, huh?" I teased, my voice low as I put my hand on her ass cheeks and squeezed, while grinding my bulge once against her soft belly.
"I can't, sir... ahh," she moaned quietly, feeling how hard and thick I was pressing into her. Her thighs clenched together instinctively, breath hitching as she rubbed herself subtly against me, tunic riding up slightly to show more of her creamy skin.
"Well, it's just a few days," I said, looking down at her reassuringly. "And I promise I won't neglect you there."
Maya smiled, small, relieved, eyes shining with hope and lingering lust. She rose on her tiptoes and kissed me once, soft, quick, full of promise, before stepping back reluctantly.
"Let's go before Lily herself comes here to drag us," I said, adjusting my pants to make the bulge less obvious.
We both left the room together, walking side by side down the hallway toward the dining area. Maya stayed close, her arm brushing against mine, her hips swaying with every step, already imagining her new life in the city, in my building, in my bed.
The group was waiting, plates being set, voices laughing and chatting about the temple and the train ride ahead. Lunch smelled good, but my mind was already racing ahead to tomorrow: Sofia's leaking tits, Tiffany's jealous hunger, and now Maya, thick, needy, ready to move in and serve me in every way.
The trip was ending.
But the real adventure, the city full of MILFs waiting to be claimed, was just beginning.
I was really living in a Paradise of MILFs.
"Okay, guys, Alex is here," Lily said as I walked into the dining area and sat down. "I know we're having lunch at 5 p.m., but let's finish quickly. Pack your bags, and we'll leave for the station exactly at 9 p.m. Our train is at 10, and we'll be back home in the morning. Any questions?"
The group just smiled and looked satisfied from the trip. Even though some people wished more could have happened, it was still a good two-day escape to this beach.
Everyone was relaxed, a little tired, but glowing with the memories of hot springs, hikes, and private moments.
"I hope you all enjoyed your stay at our beach house," Shyla said, standing in front of the table where we were eating. She wore a soft sundress that hugged her juicy boobs and showed off her pregnant belly, round and full, skin glowing under the warm dining lights. Her voice was gentle, but her eyes flicked to me for a second longer than necessary.
"Yeah, this place is the best," Gloria said, smiling as she ate with Brittany.
"Yeah, we'll come back here again," Minh added, glancing at El with a small, knowing smirk.
We should've just left Minh here with El, I thought.
Soon we finished lunch, simple but delicious, and headed back to our rooms to pack. Time went by so fast, but now the bags were zipped, the rooms checked one last time, and it was almost 9 p.m. We gathered in the lobby. Shyla, her husband, El, Maya, and Asha all came to bid us goodbye.
Shyla, Maya, and Asha looked at me like they wanted me to stay with them, Maya biting her lip slightly, Shyla's hand resting on her belly as if remembering what we'd done, Asha standing close to her mother with shy, hopeful eyes.
Minh cried as he hugged El goodbye. Maybe he was really as addicted to El's dick as all the MILFs were to mine.
We left for the station in the taxis the beach house provided. The ride was quiet, the sound of waves fading behind us as we drove through dark coastal roads lit only by headlights and occasional street lamps.
At the station, we waited for the train. At 10 p.m. sharp, it pulled in with a slow hiss of brakes. We all boarded, this time I was given a separate roomette. The moment I hit the bed, exhaustion took over. I fell asleep almost instantly, the gentle rocking of the train lulling me into a deep, satisfied rest.
The train rolled on through the night, carrying us away from the beach, the temple, the hot springs, and all the filthy, perfect memories we'd made.
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I woke up to the soft morning light coming through the room's curtains and a gentle knock on my door.
"Alex, wake up, we're here," Tiffany called from outside my door.
We had reached the city.
We all got off the train, making sure our bags were with us, and headed to our apartment complex in the taxis waiting for us, already arranged by the ever-perfect Lily.
I was sleepy throughout the journey, and soon we reached our place.
We were all kind of sleepy. We got into the elevator and said goodbye as people stepped out on their respective floors. Gloria stayed with Brittany and Tiffany, as she wanted to go to her place after getting enough sleep.
I opened my room's door, it was home sweet home.
I walked to the bed and slept for one more hour. Then I woke up fully refreshed, ready for whatever the day had planned for me.
-x-X-x-
I woke up stretching myself, feeling the familiar ache in my muscles from the long train ride and everything that had happened over the weekend.
It was 11:30 A.M. now.
I grabbed my phone from the small table beside the bed. The screen lit up with a flood of notifications, so many messages and missed calls.
I thought I should let Sofia know I was back. My thumb hovered over her chat.
"Hey, I'm back," I texted simply, hitting send.
As I stared at the screen waiting for her reply, my phone buzzed with an incoming call.
Michael. Calling me so early in the morning? What the hell did this fucker want?
I picked up anyway. "Hey bro, what's up?"
"Bro, are you back?" he asked right away, voice excited.
"Yeah, bro," I said, rubbing sleep from my eyes.
"You're coming to college, right?" he pressed.
"Yeah, I think. I don't know," I replied honestly. I hadn't planned anything yet.
I was waiting for Sofia's message. Then I'd decide whether to head straight to her place or swing by college first.
It had been so long since I last saw Aria too. We didn't even have each other's numbers.
"Bro, I have a perfect idea to fuck the MILFs," Michael said suddenly, voice dropping like he was sharing state secrets.
"Dude, all you think about is MILFs, huh?" I asked, smirking even though he couldn't see it. As if I was any different. I was literally sitting here waiting for a reply from a MILF so I could go drink milk straight from her boobs.
"Bro, don't act like you're better," he shot back, laughing. And he was right.
We were both MILF lovers through and through, obsessed with thick, mature women.
The difference was I actually acted on it, Michael mostly talked big and lived through stories I told him.
"So what's this perfect idea?" I asked, already half-interested.
"Nah bro, come meet me at college, then I'll tell you," Michael said, his voice buzzing with excitement like he'd cracked some secret algorithm for seducing MILFs.
"I think I'm good," I replied, acting like I didn't care.
"Bro, please, I need your help with this," Michael begged, dropping the cocky act. "I know you have something that all the MILFs are attracted to. Please help me get one. My balls are full, bro—at least help me get one. You have dozens."
I actually felt a little sad for Michael. He was desperate, his voice cracking slightly, almost pleading. Why not just hear him out? It wasn't like I was giving away any of my MILFs.
My MILFs were mine.
"Okay, bro," I said finally. "I'll meet you. Just give me half an hour."
"Yes! Thank you, man! You're the best. See you at the usual spot near the library steps," he practically shouted before hanging up.
Sofia's text came through suddenly: "Hey Alex, can we meet at 2pm? I'll take early shift off. Please meet me at the store I work."
"I'll be there," I replied quickly, hitting send.
Now I had some hours before I met Sofia.
I tossed the phone on the bed and stretched again, feeling my cock twitch at the thought of Sofia's tits waiting for me. But Michael's call had stirred something else, curiosity about whatever dumb plan he thought would work.
He was hopeless with women, especially the mature ones, but maybe I could throw him a bone. Teach him one small thing. Nothing that would threaten my own supply.
I grabbed a quick shower, threw on fresh clothes, jeans and a fitted T-shirt that showed off my arms, and headed out.
As I was locking the door to my apartment, Gloria and Brittany stepped out of theirs at the same time. They looked ready for school, or at least dressed like they were pretending to be. Both wore tight denim shorts that hugged their thick thighs and barely covered the bottom curves of their plump asses, paired with cropped tops that clung to their heavy breasts, leaving a wide strip of soft midriff exposed.
Their hair was loose, makeup light but deliberate, and the way they moved, hips swaying, chests bouncing slightly, made it obvious they hadn't been thinking about textbooks all morning.
"Hey, bookworms, ready for school?" I said, teasing them, even though I knew they were far from being actual bookworms. I was even sure they weren't at all serious about their studies, these two thick girls just seemed to think about my dick all day long.
"Hey, Alex, why don't you come with us?" Brittany said, stepping closer with that slow, seductive walk she knew would tempt me. Her crop top rode up a little higher as she moved, revealing more of her smooth stomach.
"Yeah, it will be fun," Gloria added, tilting her head. "We could go to some café... or just hang out."
"That's not any fun," I said, smirking as I leaned against my doorframe.
"We'll make it fun, Alex," Brittany said, voice dropping lower. She squeezed one plump boob through her top, pushing it up so the cleavage deepened. It was a blatant promise, what I could get if I went with them.
"Nah, I think I'll pass," I said, still smirking, eyes dropping to her chest for a second before meeting her gaze again.
"Alex, you promised us something at the beach house, remember?" Gloria said, stepping even closer. Her shorts were so tight I could see the outline of her pussy lips pressing against the denim.
I remembered clearly, I'd told them I'd fill their holes with my cum, promising to stretch and breed both of them deep and rough during the trip. But the last day had been chaos, packing, goodbyes, rushing to the station, no time left for the messy, sweaty threesome I'd teased them with.
"Yeah, I remember," I said.
As they were both asking me to go with them, their apartment door opened. It was Tiffany.
"Girls, why aren't you at school? You'll be late," she said.
She wore the same tight white maxi dress she'd worn when I first saw her on the day I moved in.
"Oh, hey, Alex. I need your help with something, can you come in?" Tiffany asked with that smile that I knew meant more than just help.
"Hey, Tiff," I said, voice casual but low as I stood in the hallway.
Tiffany wasn't wearing a bra, her nipples stood out clearly through the thin white maxi dress, dark and stiff, pressing against the fabric like they were begging for attention.
But I was getting late. I had to meet Michael at college first, then Sofia at 2 p.m. If I stayed, Tiffany wouldn't leave my dick alone, she would drain all my cum.
She was so horny from the trip.
Brittany and Gloria were still lingering near their door, watching me with hopeful eyes, clearly waiting for me to join them.
"Get to school, Brittany," Tiffany yelled toward the girls, her voice sharp.
"Ok, bye mom," Brittany called back, pouting a little as she and Gloria finally rushed toward the elevator, thick thighs jiggling in their denim shorts, crop tops riding up as they ran.
I was closer to Tiffany's door now, she was half out in the hallway, one bare foot on the threshold. She reached out and placed one hand flat on my chest, fingers splaying right over my nipple through my shirt, pressing just hard enough to make it harden under her touch and send a jolt straight to my cock.
"Alex... come in," she said, voice dropping to that husky whisper she knew got to me. Her other hand grabbed my arm, tugging gently but firmly.
I pulled her close instead, wrapping my arms around her waist and pressing her thick body tightly against mine. Her heavy breasts squished against my chest, her soft belly pressing into my abs, hips slotting perfectly against my growing bulge.
"Tiff, I have some things to take care of at college," I said, my voice low against her ear. "Let's meet tonight, okay?"
"But Alex... my husband will be back by evening," she said, almost whining, her hips rocking once against my hardness. She wanted me right now, didn't care about schedules, didn't care who might walk by.
"So what?" I murmured, sliding both hands down to her ass from behind and squeezing the soft, plump flesh through the maxi dress. "He can watch. I won't mind."
"Ahhh..." Tiffany moaned softly, body shuddering against mine. "I get so wet when you say things like that, Alex."
The thought of being fucked in front of her husband, moaning, taking every inch while he watched, made her even hornier. Her thighs pressed together, trying to ease the ache between them.
"That's even better," I said, delivering one firm slap to her ass cheek over the dress. The sound cracked softly in the hallway, her cheek jiggled under my palm, and she gasped, pushing back into my hand for more.
"Try to come back early, okay?" she whispered, rising on her tiptoes to give me a soft kiss on the lips. Then she reluctantly let go, stepping back into her doorway.
She watched me walk to the elevator and then shut her door.
I waited for the elevator to come back.
Soon the elevator came back up with a soft ding, and I stepped inside.
Damn, Tiffany had made my dick hard already. I looked down at the obvious bulge straining against my pants.
I quickly reached the ground floor and stepped out into the lobby.
After a few minutes of walking, city noise rising around me, I reached the subway entrance.
The ride was short, packed with afternoon commuters, but I found a spot to lean against the pole, mind drifting between Tiffany's promise of tonight, Sofia, and whatever dumb MILF plan Michael had cooked up.
It felt like I'd been away from college for a year, yet it had only been three days. The campus looked exactly the same, same trees, same paths, same students rushing between buildings, but everything felt different now. I'd come back with new memories, new cravings, a cock that wouldn't quit thinking about the thick, needy women.
I met Michael at our usual place, the low stone wall near the library steps. He was already there, bouncing on his toes like an excited kid, phone in hand.
"Hey bro, long time no see!" Michael tried to pull me into a playful hug.
"Hey, easy mate," I said, laughing as I pushed him back gently.
We both laughed.
He punched my shoulder. "Dude, you look different. Glow-up or what? Spill, what really happened on that beach trip?"
"It's a long story, bro. You first, what's this 'perfect idea' to hook up with MILFs you've been hyping?"
Michael grinned like he'd been waiting for this moment his whole life.
"Okay, listen, bro," he said, his voice dropping like he was sharing classified intel. "Why don't we do a fake casting couch? You know how these women are so hungry for money. We set it up like a real audition, camera, couch, fake script, watch their skills, fuck them, and then it's just apples and peaches. What do you say?"
He smirked like this was the best idea he'd ever come up with in his entire life.
"What the fuck, dude?" I asked, staring at him. "So you just want to take advantage of women who are desperate?"
"Bro, don't put it like that," he said quickly, waving his hands. "It's just for fun. Just think—if we get a really hot MILF, we could make a porn video with her. I'll blur our faces and put it on CornHub. You know how porn sites pay a lot these days. We could make some real cash, bro—easy money, easy pussy. Bro, you don't have to do anything big—just help me. Two guys would look like real casters. And I'm sure if you're with me, I could actually get some pussy. Please, bro," Michael begged, his hands clasped together like he was praying
His plan was degenerate as hell, but deep down I knew this was the only way Michael was ever going to get close to a MILF.
"Let me think, bro," I said, rubbing my jaw like I was actually considering it.
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"Fine, let's do this," I said, crossing my arms as we stood near the library steps. "But where the fuck are we gonna do it? The place is really important."
Michael waved his hand like he'd already solved every problem.
"Don't fret about it, bro. My uncle has an office space nearby that he rents out. It's been empty for two months—he's still looking for a new tenant. I already asked if I could have a party there with my friends. He agreed."
He grinned.
"It's the perfect setup—private, quiet, with a couch, a desk, and even a little waiting area. We can make it look like a real casting studio."
He continued.
"And for the auditions, I already asked Neil to set up a website and run ads so it can reach as many MILFs as possible."
I stared at him. "So you had planned everything, then why the fuck am I even here?"
Michael grinned like he'd just cooked up the most diabolical plan of the century.
"You're the main puzzle piece, bro," he said. "Without you, none of this would work."
He pointed at me like I was some grand discovery.
"We need you to charm the women at auditions. They see you—tall, confident, ripped, that whole 'alpha male energy' thing you've got—and they'll drop their panties without thinking twice."
He chuckled.
"I'll be the creepy producer guy in the background. You're the bait. You get them wet, I swoop in, we fuck them real good, film it—boom. CornHub gold."
I rubbed my temple. "So what does Neil get out of this? Are you sure he won't tell anyone?"
Michael went silent for a moment, then shrugged. "He says he wants to fuck a MILF too. That's the deal, he's helping me so he can get in on it."
I facepalmed hard. "I knew that nerd was hungry for a MILF too. I didn't even have to ask that question."
Now that I heard about Neil, I remembered Neil's mom, Judy, the disciplined MILF who once came storming to my apartment to scold me for bullying her son.
The way Judy had moaned while getting fucked by my dick, deep, desperate cries mixed with her usual strict tone cracking into pure need, made me want to meet her right now. She'd already sent so many messages, long paragraphs about how she couldn't stop thinking about me, voice notes of her breathing heavily while she touched herself.
She was so horny, so pent-up, and I still had some time to kill before meeting Sofia at her store.
I should call Judy, I thought.
"Okay bro, let's meet tomorrow and get you some MILF," I said to Michael as I started walking toward an empty area near the quad, away from the crowd.
"Bro, we have classes today! Where are you going?" Michael realized I was thinking something else when I pulled out my phone.
"Something better than classes, man," I replied. "You go set up the fake studio. It should be perfect."
"I'll do that," Michael said, still buzzing with excitement. "Be on time tomorrow!" He left with a quick wave.
I quickly FaceTimed Judy. She picked up on the second ring.
"Alex... hi. Are you back?" she said, sounding a little relieved that I'd finally called after ignoring so many of her messages. Her voice was soft but edged with that familiar, needy tone she tried to hide behind her disciplined facade.
"Yeah, Judy, I'm back. Where are you?" I asked, but from the view behind her, it looked like she was at work.
"I'm at the office, Alex," she replied, playing with a curl of her hair and twirling it around her finger. "Why don't you join me for lunch? My office is really close to your college."
She noticed my background, the campus trees and students passing by, and realized I was at college. Her blouse was unbuttoned at the top two buttons, revealing deep cleavage and the edge of her lace bra. She looked really needy.
"Yeah?" I said, smirking. "Just text me your address. I'll be there shortly."
"Sure, I'll text you right now," Judy said, smiling in a way that was half-professional, half-desperate. She hung up quickly to send the message.
My phone buzzed almost instantly. The address was really close, only a 10-minute walk from campus, in one of those mid-rise office buildings near the main road.
I started walking toward the address Judy had texted me. The weather was nice, not too warm, a gentle breeze cutting through the afternoon heat, making the short trip feel easy and quick. I reached her office building in under ten minutes.
Judy had messaged me her exact floor and department number too, she clearly didn't care if her colleagues saw a young guy coming to meet her during work hours. She was too horny for me, too desperate after days of waiting and texting, to bother hiding anything.
I ignored the reception desk completely and headed straight for the elevator.
Soon I was on her floor. I stepped out, pushed open the big glass door to her department, and walked in. She worked in some tech product company—I didn't know the exact specifications of her job.
As soon as I entered the open-plan area, Judy came out from her personal office room to meet me. She walked toward me with quick, purposeful steps, wearing tight black office pants that hugged her wide hips and thick thighs, making every curve look even more pronounced.
Her white shirt was fitted, top two buttons undone, revealing a deep line of cleavage and the edge of her black lace bra.
"Hi Alex, my office is just here," she said, voice low and warm, guiding me toward her office room.
"Hi," I replied, following her.
Some people watched as I walked behind her, older men at their desks glancing up with narrowed eyes, younger guys around my age pretending to work while stealing looks. Jealousy was clear on their faces. I was sure every single one of them wanted to get in her pants, had probably fantasized about bending her over their desks.
We both entered her office. She shut the door behind us and locked it with a quiet click. Then she reached over and pulled down the blinds on the glass window.