College Days

College Days

By Greg



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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That helped somewhat, but I was still unnerved by having her daughter in the room with us.