Widow and Widower (MF, rom, lac, interr, oral, fun w/ food)

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semi-sequal alert. In “Cancer Free For 62 Months”, Joe and Freya caught sight of a topless Professora Jackson as she walked into nearly empty the classroom where Joe’s friends had held Joe’s 18th birthday party. Freya had finally got the nerve to proposition Joe and as the elevator doors closed, that’s when they saw the topless 30-something Prof. She walked into the room where Joe’s best friend and Professor, Nick Sabin, was. Prof. Sabin decided not to let Joe clean up the aftermath his own birthday party. Beyond this, there’s no background one needs to know with the possible exception that both Brenda and Nick were widowed from a 4-vehicle accident involving two semis hauling unleaded gasoline who sandwiched the car with Brenda’s late husband and Nick’s late wife and shoved, the two mid-sized cars into each other, widowing both Professors at the scene.


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Dr. Brenda Jackson, professor of Mathematics, walked into the classroom where Dr. Nicholas Sabin who’d just sent the belated-birthday boy out of the room with a female friend. Nick’s smile broadened as he saw Brenda’s huge tits for the more-than-50th time. Brenda’s D’s never got old for him. Brenda was a woman with some extra pounds but not obese. She exercised with Nick at least three times a week (walking across campus at whatever part of the day was closest to 70 degrees fahrenheit, rain or shine). Then there was the more fun exercise… sticking ‘little Nicky’ (Nick’s 21cm of thick, stiff cock) between her legs, among other places.

Brenda had dark brown flesh as well as a body and face that looked almost 10 years younger than her chronological age. Nick was just over 40 with a body that fit someone who built highways, walls and bridges to pay for his schooling. He also had a blasé attitude towards cold that one would expect out of someone with his mother’s ethic background (Russian, German-Jew and Polish — all her grandparents fled Stalin, Hitler and/or Czar Nicholas II). Brenda enjoyed Nick’s powerful arms.

They just stood there in an embrace French kissing all over themselves. He, still fully dressed and she, stripped to the waist. Eventually they broke their kiss and he began to undress quickly, “Race you.” He said with a voice most men had left behind about the time they started chasing girls.

Brenda was naked first. She cleared off an ass-and-a-half sized void on the sturdiest of the tables, then put her ass cheeks against the table and pushed herself up to center herself in the void.

She cut the last of the birthday cake in nearly equal halves. She smeared half on her naked pubic mons and shoved the other in her mouth. With her mouth full, she said, “Try some more cake.” Nick enjoyed when Brenda got this way (the reason will happen later).

Nick locked lips with the intent to French her. She used this opening to shove some cake in his mouth (from hers). His dick was slowly expanding from 2cm to 21. She had never considered having a long term relationship with a white guy (Nick would be the one to change that if anyone). They were widowed the same day, had the same grief counselor and brought into the same ad hoc grief group. Brenda missed cock and Little Nicky was just as thick as her dearly departed husband’s although a centimeter shorter. That said, Little Nicky’s white fountains were better tasting and more voluminous than her dearly departed (width and amount of cum was what she really wanted, the length didn’t matter as long as it was longer than 17 and shorter than 25cm).

Nick broke the kiss, chewed and swallowed the cake. “Have some mama’s milk with that.” She pulled him to her tit and let him drink. She had never stopped lactating since she had her first child. Brenda’s husband loved the taste of her milk and would sometimes eat her out only for her milk. She always obliged her late husband except when she had an unweened child to feed. Nick could take it or leave it, her milk didn’t taste great, but she usually had several orgasms every time he took long drinks, so he drank to get her off.

He gently stroked her breasts with the fingerprint part of his fingertips, swirling patterns over her areolae with one finger while he sucked the other nipple deeply. She inhaled sharply through her nose, she was close to a small orgasm. Just before she was going to cum, Nick switched nipples. He traced a finger of the spit-slicked nipple and areola to the other nipple. Nick licked and sucked her breasts and suckled. She just needed a few more seconds of sucking to cum and when he chose that moment to switch she said, “No you don’t, finish me.” and held him fast against her tit. He felt her twitch and knew she had a small orgasm. She released him and Nick gushed praises about her large breasts. She laid there naked and legs splayed about a quarter of a circle wide and ate up the compliments and he spoke them.

Finally she had to interrupt, “Nick, you know it’s not healthy for me to have cake in my pussy, right?”

“Yes.”

“Please clean me.”

Nick squatted down and started eating. He put his forearms on her inner thighs and started with some “test licks” to see how strongly she tasted that evening: he enjoyed the taste. She smiled and ran her fingers through his curly hair. He slicked down the hairless on her groin and kissed her clit hood. He then licked her hood and then kissed but held his lips on her hood and hummed one sustained note. She sighed loudly and added, “That’s what I’m talking about, my muff diving slut.” Nick continued to eat cake out of her pie.