Tiffany on my left, blonde hair messy, lips parted, heavy tits pressed against my arm, one leg thrown over mine. Brittany on my right, the younger, tighter version of her mom, face peaceful, hand already wrapped around my morning wood like it belonged there now.

They looked so fucking cute, so filthy, so completely mine.

I wanted to wake them up with my cock again, fill them both before breakfast, watch them fight over who got the first load.

But then it hit me.

Neil.

That fucker had been threatening to get our names kicked off the group project for days. If I didn't show up soon, he'd do it. No project, no grade, no passing the semester. Michael had already warned me yesterday.

Shit.

I eased out from between them slow, both of them stirring, making little sleepy sounds, but not waking. Grabbed my clothes off the floor, pulled on my sweats commando, cock still half-hard and sticky with last night.

One last look at mother and daughter tangled together, naked, marked, full of me.

Fuck… less than 24 hours since I moved into this building and I'd already wrecked Judy, Lily, Tiffany, and now turned Tiffany's eighteen-year-old daughter into my personal cumslut right in front of her.

Four holes claimed, two of them mother and daughter in the same bed.

This place wasn't an apartment complex.

It was fucking heaven.

I slipped out quiet, shut the door soft behind me.

Went back to my apartment. Shower was still busted, but I managed to wash up at the sink, threw on fresh clothes, and headed out.

Took the subway to college.

Every milf I walked past — on the platform, in the train, outside the station — kept turning me on like I hadn't just spent the night living every man's dream.

At college, Michael spotted me instantly.

"DUDE—what the hell. You ignored my calls all night. What happened?"

"I was busy, bro," I said.

"But busy with WHAT? I thought you were dead or something."

"Someone came over."

"Who? One of your building milfs? I swear I'm jealous of your life, man."

"Judy came over. To scold me for 'bullying' her son."

Michael blinked. "Judy… wait—NEIL'S MOM JUDY? The one from parent's day? Tight-ass secretary dress Judy? The one I fapped to for a week straight?"

"Yeah. That Judy. And I did more than just fap."

Michael's jaw hit the floor. "Bro WHAT—didn't she come to SCOLD you?"

"She did. But you know me. I don't take scolding that easily. She ended up being the one who got… corrected."

Michael looked like he needed medical attention. "BRO. WHAT DID YOU DO?! Tell me EVERYTHING."

"Some shit is better left unsaid," I smirked. "But she's bad, man. Real bad."

He dragged his hands down his face. Even just the thought of Judy — that tight, strict milf — had him dying.

Still, he's my boy, so I told him some of it. Enough for him to survive the day… and probably not survive the night.

"Damn bro," Michael muttered. "You're collecting milfs like Pokémon."

"We got class, man," I said. "Let's move."

We headed to Mrs. Claire's class.

Every dude in college had fapped to her at least once. Tight skirt, thick body, perfect attitude. Even walking was a problem around her.

We sat at the back, not giving a damn about her lecture. She was looking sexy as usual.

I glanced over at Neil.

That MF had his hand under the desk again.

Then he looked back at me — realized I saw him — and his hand flew up instantly.

I almost laughed.

"That MF is still fapping to her," I whispered.

Michael nearly cracked up.

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The bell rang.

Mrs. Claire tapped the board with her marker.

"Alex. Michael. Neil. Stay back."

Instant vibe shift.

Everyone else rushed out, and we stayed—three idiots lined up in front of the hottest teacher in the building.

She stood there with her tight skirt hugging her hips, curly hair bouncing, blouse a size too small on purpose. Even the way she breathed was sexy.

She looked at us like we were a headache she secretly enjoyed.

"What's going on with you three?" she said.

"Weren't you supposed to submit a group project? Why is only Neil's name here?"

Me and Michael just stared at Neil.

Michael burst first.

"Ma'am, he removed our names. He literally took all the credit. We worked too."

Her face tightened. "I don't care about who did what. Resolve it among yourselves. If Neil submits this alone, you two fail. End of story."

Michael's fists curled so hard I thought his knuckles would snap.

Neil stood there pretending to be innocent but sweating like a sinner in church.

But then… Mrs. Claire's eyes landed on me again.

And something changed.

She didn't look annoyed anymore.

She looked… interested.

Her eyes started doing that slow scan — from my face… down my chest… lower.

She tucked a strand of curly hair behind her ear, playing with it for a second like she forgot we were even talking about school.

Then she spoke, voice softer, almost sweet:

"And Alex… I need to speak to you separately."

Michael instantly turned his head at me like, Bro what the hell did you do now.

Neil looked like he was about to faint.

My heart didn't even beat faster — I knew that tone.

It wasn't a "teacher" tone.

It was the "I've been thinking about you in ways I shouldn't" tone.

I stepped forward slightly. "About my grades?"

"Yes," she said, eyes dipping for one second straight to my waist.

"Your grades have been dropping this semester. You're distracted. Unfocused. Meet me after the last lecture. I'll be in my office."

The way she said office felt illegal.

Then she turned around — slowly — her skirt tightening across her ass like it was trying to hold on for dear life.

No bounce wasted.

No movement accidental.

She walked away like she wanted me to watch.

Michael whispered from the side, "Bro… BRO… she wants to 'fix' your focus."

Neil whispered, "She never asked me to meet her alone…"

I didn't even react.

I just smirked and said, "I'll be there, Miss."

She didn't turn back.

She just raised her hand slightly, dismissing us with this lazy confidence like she already knew I'd show up.

We stepped out of the classroom.

Michael grabbed my shoulder instantly.

"MF… did you see the way she looked at you? She stared at your bulge like it owed her money."

I shrugged. "Maybe she really wants to talk about my grades."

Michael slapped my back. "Yeah, right. And I'm the Pope."

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