Chapter Twenty Two

The next day, Cole marveled at how surreal his life had become.

Not surreal by the classical definition. There weren’t any melting clocks or half-formed faces overshadowing the horizon like a Max Ernst or Salvador Dali painting, but his circumstances seemed unbelievable nonetheless.

The dining table where he sat was normal enough: polished pine with an oriental-patterned runner adding a splash of color. Neither plain nor fancy. Functionally utilitarian with a tasteful hint of personality.

Morning sunlight streamed through prairie windows, illuminating the country-style kitchen in warm golden hues. The sound and smell of sizzling eggs, crisping bacon, and freshly baked biscuits reminded Cole of home. His stomach grumbled at the appetizing aromas.

“Now for the finishing touches. Pass me the salt and pepper, please.”

“Sure thing, sister!”

When Krystal suggested breakfast at her place, Cole imagined a humbler space—something modest but comfortable with tall steepled roofs, perhaps from the Dutch school of urban architecture.

Instead, her teacher’s cottage resembled a small Georgian manor home. The two-story brick and wood-trimmed structure boasted a columned facade, a fireplace, three generously sized bedrooms, an office, and two bathrooms—the residence designed to house a family.

Dean Viktor Von Gloot, for all his many faults, hadn’t skimped on staff accommodations.

None of that registered to Cole as he watched Lita instruct Rachael on the fine art of cookery, both of them buck naked except for frilly black and white maid aprons, while Krystal knelt beneath the table, wrapping her massive MILF titties around his hard dick.

“Comfortable, big guy?” The mature brunette asked, a twinkle in her eyes. Despite the immense size of her sweater puppies, his obscene length still soared from those cushiony depths to tap her chin. “Enjoying the domestic bliss? This doesn’t have to be a one-time thing, you know. I’ve got plenty of room.”

Cole groaned in heated arousal and mild exasperation.

His teacher-turned-lover wasn’t subtle. She’d been badgering him to move in since the subject of expanded accommodations had come up with Rachael’s inclusion in their arrangement.

“You’ve made a compelling case, babe.” He gasped when she lapped a bead of precum off his tip. “But I’m not sure it’s a good idea. People will talk…”

Krystal’s offer wasn’t just for Cole; she’d happily invited Lita and Rachael to join them, too. Her giddy welcoming of the blonde short-stack was endearing, though they hadn’t yet shared any bedroom playtime. It was another facet of her gregarious, giving nature that he admired.

Rachael accepted the invitation with a level of open-mindedness that only her unorthodox upbringing could account for. Guileless as she seemed at first glance, the pint-sized mischief-maker had a keen bullshit detector.

“Who cares? Let ‘em gossip.” The blonde remarked, bending over the stove to shake her thick booty at Cole. “These digs are fine as hell. I’d trade up in a heartbeat if it wouldn’t leave Ebony high and dry without a roommate.”

In a split-second flash of precognition, Cole saw Krystal’s ruby lips forming the predictable response. With a quick thrust upward, he gagged her on his girthy pole before she could make the offer.

”Ooommmph~!”

Warn slickness encompassed him. Krystal’s tongue compressed like a moist sponge as Cole slid past her tonsils. He growled as she gulped, her esophagus hugging his thrumming shaft.

“You’re going to burn your hair,” Lita warned Rachael.

The blonde’s golden locks floated an inch above the sizzling pan, her attention riveted on Cole's stiff thickness, expanding the Professor’s neck.

She quickly straightened. “Oh shit! Thanks. Seriously, though, is he always like this?”

Lia shrugged with the shadow of a coy smile. Sprinkling grated parmesan, she folded the omelet in half before plating it alongside rashes of crispy bacon and buttered biscuits.

“Not all the time. But Krystal’s been incorrigible since you decided to join us, and boo takes proper care of his girls' needs. Don’t worry. This is exactly what she desired. That’s why she kept prodding him.”

“And you’re not the least bit jealous?”

“How can I be? He fucked my throat raw this morning before dumping an epic creampie in my ass. I’ll be leaking all day. Cole knows how to satisfy me.” Lita sighed dreamily, handing Rachael the meal. “Here, make sure he eats everything. We have to keep that sex machine fueled up.”

Cole barely heard their exchange, lost in the divine sensations of Krystal’s suctioning lips and constricting throat. The mature brunette giggled, shooting shivers along his veiny shaft as she swallowed him wholesale.

He was startled when Rachael appeared at his side, balancing his breakfast on the protuberant shelf of her plush titties, where they almost spilled from the little apron.

“Heya, Stud. Feeling hungry?”

“Famished.” Cole croaked, then chewed thoughtfully when she fed him a mouthful of fluffy eggs. “Holy shit, Lita, this tastes great!”

“Surprised the punk chick can cook?” Lita smirked, idly twirling the spatula. “I’ve got wifey powers like you wouldn’t believe, boo. Been practicing for the right guy.”

Cole was struck again by how unreal his circumstances had become—basking in the affections of three talented, beautiful, unique women like some kind of king. Before he could question any further, Krystal squeezed her breasts together and rolled her tongue around him.

“Oh–oh fuck!” He nearly choked on the next forkful of cheesy omelet. “Jesus, Krystal. Give a fella some warning…”

“Mm-hmm, she really can cook,” Rachael said, chewing a stolen rasher of bacon. “I’m gonna want lessons if the food stays this good.”

“There’s more on in the oven. You don’t have to steal his breakfast.” Lita reprimanded.

“Ah, that reminds me.” The fun-sized blonde put down the plate, handing him the fork as she fished her phone from the apron's front pocket. “Speaking of stealing, Bella messaged me. She wants to borrow mule boy as her plus one for this swanky shindig the fashion department is throwing. She doesn’t have youse guys’ deets and asked me to pass it on.”

“Wha-what?” Cole shuddered, both at the idea of being loaned out to another interested party and from the superb oral ministrations of his older lover. “I can’t–”

“Wait, did she mean the biannual designer soirée?” Lita sounded excited. “Boo, that’s a very exclusive event—super high profile. You should accept the invitation. Attending lets you rub shoulders with prominent figures in the fashion scene.”

“But.. but…” Cole tried to protest.

He was a painter, not a fashionista. His balls throbbed like an EDM bass drop as Krsytal slurped harder. Rachael peered under the table, a hand straying beneath her apron as she took in the lewd show.

Cole caught a glimpse of her gleaming pink pussy.

“I know it’s not your wheelhouse, but they’re artists and appreciate the craft more than anyone else,” Lita explained, moving closer to massage his shoulders. Her touch was pure magic—another wifey superpower. “Just because they design clothing doesn’t mean that’s the sum of their interests. Many of these people are successful, and they sponsor the next generation. Social media types also flock to these events. If you want to build a name for yourself, there are worse places to start.”

“She’s right, you should go.” Rachael panted, two fingers buried knuckle-deep between her thick thighs. “Shit, this is so freaking hot…”

“I-I’ll go… tell Bella I’ll be there,” Cole grunted, rising off the chair to hilt his monster cock in Krystal’s ecstatic throat. “Oh, FAAAARK!!”

He felt the scheming MILF’s lips spread into a grin when he unloaded directly into her stomach.

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