Mrs Higgsley and the Graduate Party

    Mrs Higgsley and I have been sleeping together for about three months now. She’s a strawberry blonde, 42 years old, with a body made for pleasure and a mind designed for domination. At her age she’s still young enough to be sexy and old enough to know it. She’s an estate manager at the university where I worked as a 25 year old assistant professor of physics. My responsibilities as warden of the student hall I where lived meant that we had regular chats to update each other on events and new university regulations. Pretty soon she would form the pleasurable habit of dropping by my apartment early in the mornings for coffee. 

Mrs Higgsley wasn’t just a gratifying sight to behold. Her luscious bosoms, long creamy legs and firm butt were distractions from her keen mind, something I grew more aware of as I got to know her better. She didn’t have as a good an education as I did but she had sensible opinions about most things and was interesting to listen to. Nonetheless, before long the combination of mutual lust and her unhappy marriage resulted the both of us enjoying regular morning sex, shared baths and hot coffee, not always in that order.

That morning I sat on my bed with my back against the wall. My legs were spread in a wide V. Mrs Higgsley had her head on my strong toned thighs, resting after giving me a glorious blowjob. I had cummed in her mouth and there were still little drips of my juice on her rose petal lips. Her blonde hair was spilled over my groin. She let out a soft contented sigh. I could feel her breath on my soft cock as she spoke.

“I’ve never been so aroused in my life”, she uttered. “I could fuck you forever Julian”. I stroked her blonde head, so close to my cock.. “Perhaps if you leave that husband of yours, you could”, I grinned.

Her husband was a sore point with her. He owned a small electrician business and was the caricature of a lousy husband and absent father. He barely hid the fact that he had a mistress, a fact that made it easier for her give herself up to me so completely. 

Mrs Higgsley was still for a while, silent and deep in thought. “I couldn’t. Not with my children, I can’t. What we have, you and I, is special”. “Yes, Mrs Higgsley, you’re my special morning fuck” I smiled. I still loved calling her Mrs Higgsley even though she had asked me to call her Karen so many times. It was more sensual and erotic. Fucking Mrs Higgsley was like fucking the sexy neighbour next door who made apple pie for your family.

She giggled like a schoolgirl and began teasing my flaccid cock with her tongue. She darted her long tongue playfully around the head of my dick, still gleaming from my ejaculation just 5 minutes ago. Her hand slowly snaked up my thighs and she cupped her hand under my balls and massaged them. She looked up at me playfully and teased “You ready to go again dear?” Without waiting for an answer her tongue moved expertly around my head. I felt a rush of blood down to my cock and it began to stiffen. 

“Gawd you’re big” she sighed and took my cock in her mouth. She began with a sucking motion spending shivers down my spine. I let out a soft moan which only caused her to raise her manicured eyebrow in delight and suck even harder. She massaged my balls and ran her tongue along my long shaft, her blond hair tickling my inner thighs and anus. 

She looked up at me with big blue eyes in a forlorn expression as she swallowed the entirety of my cock in her mouth. She guided the full length of my dick deep into her throat, her sad blue eyes never straying from mine. Her head began to bob up and down as she slid her mouth up and down my prick in a quick rhythm. The faster she slid, the louder she began to moan and in no time the room was filled with her female grunts as she dedicated her entire being to endowing my throbbing cock with unearthly bliss. Her wet slurps and expert grip brought me closer and closer to ejaculation. 

Her big blue eyes remain locked on me, willing me to deliver my cum into her mouth. It wasn’t long before I exploded in her mouth. My hard body went into a quick spasm as I released my seed into her throat. She looked at me in satisfaction as she swallowed my white cum for the second time that morning. And it wasn’t even 9 am yet.

As we got dressed I causally asked if she was going to the graduation party later that night. “Yes, I think I’ll be there. Its good for non-teaching staff like me to show support. I think my husband will be coming too”, she replied as she pulled her black lacy bra over her D cup breasts. “I expect you’ll be there?”.

“Of course” I answered, buttoning my jeans. “It’ll be nice to meet your husband after all this time”. 

“You’re not going to try anything funny are you?” She asked nervously, turning around to face me, clad only in an expensive lace bra, her blonde bush exposed to the cold morning air. “I really want to keep seeing you Julian. Please don’t spoil this for me” She continued pleadingly in the nude.

“What makes you think I want to spoil this thing we have?”

“Look, I know you’re popular with your female students. Some of them look like they’re on the verge of propositioning you. Maybe some already have. I don’t expect to have you exclusively, but at least let me have part of you”.

I strode to her side and kissed her forehead. “Don’t worry” I reassured her. 

The day passed pretty slowly. Term had ended so there were no classes but I was busy with administrative work. After getting the paperwork out of the way I holed up in the library to do some reading. It was 9 pm by the time I got to the party at Greenfield Hall. 

Professors and graduates were mingling freely, eating and drinking, happy to see the last of each other. The music was pretty bad as it always is at this type of gigs. I chatted to some students and colleagues but soon spotted Mrs Higgsley in the dark distance. She was looking real sexy. Her blonde hair was tied in a bun to reveal a creamy white neck. It gave me a rush to think how her mouth was wrapped around my cock just this every morning. She was in a body-fitting black dress that showcased every curve in her body from her well endowed breasts, to her curvy bum, to her soft thighs. Her husband was standing beside her looking terribly bored and disinterested. I walked to them and introduced myself.

“Good evening Mrs Higgsley” She turned around rather nervously. “Oh! Good evening Julian”. Her eyes darted anxiously between her husband and me, not knowing what would happen next. “This is Julian, dear. He’s the youngest professor in his department”. 

Her husband muttered something inaudible and mechanically shook my hand. I played the cordial professor and asked him about his small business. He didn’t seem to have an opinion on anything else beyond his own little business and before long I felt like I was talking to an urban moustached Neanderthal. For the life of me I couldn’t fathom why an attractive intelligent woman like Karen Higgsley could get involve with a piece of wood like him. No wonder she came to me each morning for intellectual, emotional and sexual attention. We made some small talk for about 5 minutes, and after exhausting my limited quota for cultural morons I politely excused myself from the Higgsleys to chat with some students. The evening worn on uneventfully. 

About an hour later I spotted, from the corner of my eye, Mrs Higgsley breaking away from her husband towards the direction of the staff restroom. I followed her discreetly down the winding dark corridor. Waiting outside the Ladies, I pretended to be absorbed by a Marxist Society poster on the noticeboard. There was no one around because it was the staff restroom and all you could hear was the pounding of bad music and chatter from the hall down the corridor. 

When she re-emerged from the Ladies I caught her around her waist and kissed her neck. Mrs Higgsley gave a small shriek and drew back giggling. She playfully slapped my chest. “Are you crazy? My husband is in the next room!”. 

“I really don’t care Mrs Higgsley”, I smiled, doing my best James Dean. “Come on”. Without waiting for an answer I grabbed her hand and led her into the Gents restroom. It was pitch dark and the echo of our footsteps made us feel like thieves in the night. I ushered her into on of the cubicles and locked the door. Turning to her I began kissing her neck, my hands roaming down her back.. 

“Oh gawd, Jul, that feels so good. This is crazy. We’re going to get caught!”. 

“No one comes here Mrs Higgsley. I want you too bad to care”.

“You’re crazy, I swear. Oh yes…hmmmm. Gawd, don’t stop”. Her hot breathe cascaded down my neck.

I slid my warm hand between her creamy white thighs and explored her lace-covered pussy with my fingers. The lips of her pussy pushed out on her moist panties. Mrs Higgsley grew wet and sticky and soon began gyrate her groin on my fingers. My other hand unzipped her little black dress.

I pulled up her skirt and rolled down her red panties. They fell to her ankles and she gingerly stepped out of them. Her pussy lips were bright pink, moist and puffy. They glisten under the artificial light. My eager hands spread her white legs apart and I hungrily ran my tongue up the entire length of her wet cunt, right up to the narrow strip of her blonde pubic hair. I licked her in quick upward motions, teasing her enlarged clit with the tip of my finger. 

From below I could see she had her eyes closed. Her back was against the wall and her chest was heaving under the spell of sexual pleasure I was administering her. As though in a trance she started to purposefully grinded her cunt into my face, eager for more..

My tongue penetrated deeper, tasting her sweet married pussy. My thoughts wandered to her clueless husband down the corridor as I explored the inside of Mrs Higgsley’s wet pussy. I breathed in the sexy concoction of perfumed fragrance and sweat from her blonde bush. I worked my tongue along her puffy lips as I held on to her hips for full control. All she could say was “This is crazy” over and over again in breathless whispers. Her mind was filled with the clanging of the alarm bells but her responsive amative body had already decided what it wanted.

Not answering her I stood up and, taking her cue, Mrs Higgsley feverishly unbuckled my trousers and pulled down my boxers. She dropped to her knees without a word, almost like a whore servicing a long-time customer, and began sucking me off. I grabbed her blonde head in my heads and began face-fucking her, thrusting my long hard cock into her mouth. The sound of her slurps filled the empty restroom.

I then pulled her up and pinned her arms up above her head against the blue tiled wall. She looked at me with open submissive eyes, allowing, no, willing me to have my way with her. Her rose petal lips parted and whispered achingly, 

“Take me Julian. I’m yours baby. Yours to fuck”. 

“You want it now?”

“Yes, right now.”

“Here?” I teased, cruelly prolonging her torture and heightening my anticipation.

“Don’t tease me Julian!” She pleaded. “Please don’t…oh gawd, yes!”

I had slowly inserted my long trembling dick into her pink wet pussy like I’ve done so many times before. The initial resistance from her engorged lips gave way, and I slipped fully and deeply into her vagina. Mrs Higgsley gasped, her body stiffened and her eyes shot wide open at the sudden and thorough foreign intrusion into her body.

I began to pump away. My hips banged into hers. Her body buckled with the force of each thrust. Her hands broke free from mine and reached down to grab my hard butt. “Oh I can’t take this anymore” she moaned in ecstasy, “You’re so fucking big!”

My body slammed against hers, pressing her hard against the cold tiled wall. I felt her hot breath against my face. “This feels so good. You make me feel so good” She moaned in a dream-like state.

Without warning I pulled my dick from her pussy. I slammed down the toilet cover and sat on it. “Come sit on my cock baby” I panted to her. She raised her leg over and positioned her dripping cunt over my cock. Slowly she eased herself down, impaling herself on my grateful cock, letting out an unearthly moan as she deeply anchored herself on my shaft. 

Mrs Higgsley began to ride me. Her beautiful D cup breasts, creamy white with pink areoles, jiggled up and down as she pleasured herself on my cock. I fondled her big soft tits and planted my mouth hard on her nipples sucking them so hard she let out a soft submissive whine. This only prompted her to ride harder, burrowing my cock up deeper into her quivering body.

“You like this Mrs Higgsley? You like fucking dirty like this?” I teased as my hands tightened their grip around her lovely tits. “Oh, gawd, yes, I love fucking you… only you Julian. I love fucking only you!”

Mrs Higgsley’s groaning grew higher in pitch. The faster she grinded, the higher her pitch and the more breathless she became. Soon she worked herself towards an explosive orgasm. “Hmmm, hmm, oh my gawd, oh my gawd, yes, I’m cumming, oh, gawd, I can’t take this! Please, please, gawd, ohh, ohhhhh” she gave a short high-pitched scream and her body shook in a quick spasm! She threw her head back and opened her mouth to gasp for air.

Suddenly I lifted her off my cock in a swift motion. I positioned her back down on her knees again. Breathlessly I shoved my cock into her mouth to face-fuck her again. She gratefully slurped my pre-cum and the taste of her own pussy. 

In seconds I shot my white cum juice deep into her throat and on to her face. “Oh yes, baby! Yes, suck my cock baby” I moaned as emptied my balls onto her face. With my dick I smeared my white cum over her nose, cheek and forehead. My sticky juice was spread thinly on her beautiful face. “You’re mine” I smiled. She closed her eyes with a smile and nodded.

We got dressed without a word. The pounding music seemed to reappear in the sudden silence. Just as I was about the exit the restroom Mrs Higgsley hugged me from behind. She buried her face in my neck and whispered “Thank you”.

We exited one at the time just in case. No one seemed to see us. In the main hall the party was in full swing. Mrs Higgsley walked up to her husband who was talking to some redhead bimbo. He didn’t seem to notice that she was gone for nearly 20 minutes. Mrs Higgsley turned to look at me with a smile as she stood beside her husband. She ran her tongue over her lips and winked at me. I smiled and winked back.