Mia and the Student

I parked the car nose toward a small park and stopped between two others. On a late autumn evening the place turned out to be perfectly quiet.

Fully reclining the driver’s seat, I pulled Mia’s sporty shorts off, laid her on top of me, and greedily squeezed her big sporty ass with its appetizing stretch marks while licking her tasty sweet-salty pussy together with the gray panties after a long workday. Thanks to her short height, Mia conveniently rested her head by the steering wheel and diligently sucked my cock, remembering to run her tongue along the shaft and over the balls. A few more moments and we would definitely have moved on to quick sex—but near the birch tree behind the windshield a hunched guy appeared.

“Someone’s watching us…” I said, and Mia, without lifting her head, started sucking and stroking my cock even faster, deliberately arching her ass higher so he would notice. The guy.

In response I started fingering Mia’s pussy with several fingers at once, and her juice began flowing straight onto my T-shirt. Mia lifted her head to look at the guy behind the glass—and he immediately came to the rear window and shyly knocked.

“Oh yes, don’t stop…” Mia’s lips licked my thigh and she froze, squeezing my cock in her small palm with the wedding ring.

With one hand I sort of covered Mia’s holes from above, and with the other I continued to finger her, already almost my whole palm inside.

“What?” I asked through the glass.

“Can I please touch?” asked the guy, who up close really looked very thin, intelligent, and trembling hard from the October wind.

Apparently hearing this, Mia immediately took my cock in both palms and started sucking just the head very quickly, smacking her lips and drooling—she had long known that from that I come right away.

But precisely today, and in that second, my cock suddenly went soft, and understanding that Mia really hates that, I tried to fix it with a dirty phrase:

“Ah, you little slut… Gonna cum in your mouth now.”

“Mmm…” Mia let the head out of her lips and started slowly stroking me.

The guy came to her window, she glanced at him briefly, and took me in her mouth again, sucking schoolgirl-style.

“He wants to touch you…” I said quietly, getting even more aroused and preparing to cum in Mia’s mouth.

“Let him touch…” Mia answered playfully and again pushed the cock behind her cheek.

I automatically lowered my window and the guy immediately stuck his head into the cabin:

“Can I?”

“Go ahead, just carefully.” I said masterfully while Mia’s obedient mouth was busy between my legs.

The guy put his palm on her ass and Mia immediately flinched:

“Cold!”

“Sorry, can I come in?” The guy immediately ran around the car and climbed inside, sitting next to me.

“Hi…” He looked at Mia with loving eyes and a hungry gaze, and she smiled back at him, holding my worked-over and slightly tired cock in her hand.

Right in front of the guy I pulled my wife’s panties down and inserted several fingers into her pussy and at the same time into her ass—because I needed to fix things and finally finish fucking her mouth. Now the finale seemed perfect: the guy, who turned out to be very young and a bit drunk, a typical wandering student like I once was myself—proactively wiped his hands with a wet wipe and began carefully touching my wife’s ass. In the next moments, while I was already pounding Mia’s mouth without excessive caution, working my hips—the guy also took out his small cock and started quickly jerking himself. Further on I fully entrusted him with my wife’s ass, and myself moved both hands to her third-size breasts. I was sure… As soon as he touched her pussy or rear hole—I would immediately cum powerfully. But contrary to some logic, or maybe youthful boldness, the student suddenly stuck his head in front of my face and shoved his tongue into her pussy.

Ooooh… I arched and powerfully came in Mia’s mouth along with the steering wheel and half the cabin.

And the student didn’t get flustered, took Mia’s ass with both hands and pulled it toward himself, to which she—very willingly—gave in, not stopping her moaning.

Mia threw one leg behind his back, and the second, accidentally hitting the poor guy on the head with her sneaker, placed next to his wet cock.

My wife held onto my hand, head lowered, and moaned, twitching, sticking her ass out so it would be even more convenient for him to lick her. I reached for the electronic cigarette, and the student bent her even more and sat more comfortably on the back seat so that if he wanted he could now easily rise with one movement of his torso and enter Mia from behind. It was readable: Mia was twitching harder and harder from the sweeping tongue between her legs, and I greedily inhaled nicotine, starting to get aroused again.

When I sat back, Mia began stroking me very gratefully, diligently, but lazily. Because she had other things on her mind: the student had completely stopped “sparing” her and alternately with his tongue entered her pussy with almost his whole palm—and his hand was much longer and thinner than mine.

“I can see better from here…” I businesslike moved forward and even noticed that some people started actively walking behind the rear windows.

“Honey, I can’t… I can’t…” My wife’s voice turned into a little girl’s voice, as always happened when she was ready to cum and ready for anything.

Watching how the student was drilling my wife with his sharp fingers, and her ass under him was twitching, and he, kind of accidentally, rose and touched her thigh with his wet cock, I started jerking myself more actively and was already preparing to give Mia my mouth again. Or maybe…

The irony was that the student was about 18-19 years old, and my wife and I were not yet 30. But my wife worked as a teacher in college, and at the moment it turned out that her student was fingering her in all holes and already quite boldly touching her breasts.

The student seemed to catch the moment and stuck his fingers in Mia’s mouth, which she gently sucked.

He took her by the head with both hands and pulled her toward his cock—she started playfully refusing and turning away.

Suddenly, while I was preparing to climb back to them on the seat, he grabbed Mia by the ponytail on her head and painfully pulled her toward himself:

“Ow! Ah!” Mia even stretched from the sudden pain.

“Suck it, bitch…” Quietly, menacingly, but somehow pitifully the student ordered, and tried to stick the cock in Mia’s mouth, but she didn’t unclench her lips.

“Hey!” I suddenly became wary, but immediately froze at what I saw.

The student slapped Mia on the cheek with his palm, a slap but not painful, and confidently said, looking her in the face:

“Will you suck?”

“Yes…” Mia answered shyly, took his semi-hard cock in her palm, and fully plunged it into her mouth.

“Gonna cum now, damn!” The student strongly pressed her head to his pubis and Mia choked, but again ran her tongue along his cock from bottom to top and took the tip in her mouth. “Spread your legs, touch yourself…” the student added, and Mia spread her legs, starting to rub her pussy with her palm.

To each their own, but at that moment—for some reason I immediately wanted to leave, despite my cock which stood so hard, only a few times in 4 years of marriage: I opened the door, but Mia automatically grabbed my hand: “Where are you going?”

“Don’t get distracted.” I said strictly and went outside.

I was very curious—would Mia continue giving the student a blowjob if I wasn’t nearby?

To my deep shame, like many inexperienced husbands who got beauties as wives, I often and jealously suspected her of cheating, fantasized about her past, and secretly wondered… Is she a slut or not? What is she capable of?

For half a year, it so happened that we lived mainly at her parents’, in whose yard we were now, and less often at mine. And the already lousy sex was replaced by its almost complete absence: sometimes I fucked Mia lying on the side from behind under the blanket, and suddenly her mom came in and talked about something for a long time while I pretended to fall asleep, together with my cock in her ass. When the parent left, I finished Mia already without enthusiasm—and it seemed all the household really heard us.

Mia could walk only in panties and a T-shirt both in front of her parents and mine: once, in front of my dad, her tank top stuck out so much that he couldn’t even hide his confusion from openly seeing her nipples. Her labia in tight panties always read very clearly and correctly: pussy shaved, ass tight.

Once Mia told me a secret: that when she was in her first year of college, for a while she really wanted to fuck, literally went crazy. And one elderly neighbor from her parents’ house suddenly developed the habit of groping her in the elevator, like—what a beauty has grown up! And they ended up in the elevator together quite often, because they lived almost on the same floor: he would stroke her hair, or pinch her cheek, or touch her waist, or jokingly lift her skirt, or suddenly press from behind and start breathing heavily and sweating, any moment a heart attack would strike… And the doors would open, and he would slap her ass with relief, then jokingly add “don’t tell dad!”… And Mia just stayed silent, smiled, agreed. But once she wanted erotic emotions so much that she came up with: wear a short skirt and no panties and meet him in the elevator. And when the doors on her floor open as usual, she won’t get out as before—but will stay standing and see what he will do next if he presses.

Mia rode the elevator for half a day, but when she really met him—it was already evening, and she was in panties and jeans.

The pensioner pressed against Mia from behind, and she deliberately pushed her ass toward him. When the elevator doors opened, she didn’t move, but lowered her head: “What a beauty has grown up! Uh!” the old man kept repeating and jerked off in his pants without touching her with his hand at all. Mia showed him her breast, pulling it straight out from under the bra, then pulled down the tight jeans, bent a little with her ass in fabric pink panties that had slipped a bit. The pensioner briefly ran a finger over her ass, muttered “Sorry!” and left. He was afraid of her afterward like fire, or didn’t notice her at all. I asked her so many times: “Well tell me, is that really all there was? Or was there something else?” Mia answered with a mysterious smile: “Well I don’t know…”

While this lust was spinning in my stupid head—probably not even a minute passed.

Mia got out of the car in just panties, a jacket on her bare chest and sneakers:

“Why did you leave?”

“Just like that…”

She stood by the open door, and the student, sitting in the car, stretched out his hands groping her ass and pussy, as if trying to pull her back.

“Come on in…” I took out my cock, Mia immediately took it in her hand, kissed me on the lips and climbed back into the car.

I followed her in, and she tried to wrap her legs around my back and kiss me deeply—the student was waiting nearby, touching her breasts and jerking his tortured limp cock.

“Kiss him…” I ordered Mia and moved her head by the ponytail toward the student, to which he enthusiastically responded and started passionately kissing her deeply.

I pulled Mia’s panties down again, and she kindly raised her leg so they could be removed.

Taking Mia by the hand, I brought her palm to the student’s cock, and she started quickly stroking him so his cock would get hard, without letting go of his lips from the kiss with tongue.

I took off my pants and pressed my cock against her ass from behind, and tried to press the student against her from the front.

“Oh yes…” Finally my cock started leaking juices when it met the student’s cock near Mia’s pussy, and I managed what I planned.

I immediately entered Mia and started powerfully fucking her doggy style.

“Suck him…” I asked Mia, and Mia tried to concentrate on the student’s cock, holding it in her lips—but his just couldn’t get hard.

I was already fucking Mia from above while her head lay at the student’s feet and he gently kissed her on the lips, letting her suck his fingers.

It seemed Mia was already screaming across half the yard from our car with heavily fogged windows, and it was going toward half past eleven at night when I finally came on her chest and let her lick the head.

Mia lay on my chest, we smoked, laughed from joy, and the student sat nearby and continued jerking himself, still touching Mia’s breasts, then thighs, then the rest of her body… She quite ordinarily threw her leg back and boringly languidly moaned when he decided to lick her again, and then managed to throw her legs over his shoulders.

“When are we going home?” Mia’s funny smile addressed me with her head upside down. “Ow! Easier… Slower!” Then she commanded the obedient student and grabbed him by the hair, squeezing her thighs around his neck.

“Can I also cum, please?” The student remembered, stood up and started jerking over Mia, aiming to cum on her stomach.

While the wife was sucking my fingers in her mouth, playing with her tits, and writhing, the student even tried to enter her, and she went quiet… But he still wasn’t hard, and he repositioned her doggy style, to which Mia obediently arched her ass. The student jerked her with his hands again, unable to enter, and then pulled her toward himself again—Mia took him in her mouth again and stuck her ass out in front of me—I started preparing for the next round. And he suddenly took his pants, opened the door, and ran away…