Miracle on Slutty 4th Street Ch. 14

In truth, no man could handle such needs. No man was meant to be able to. The biological need for fucking was strong in young men like him, and to reject it was to reject their true nature. Resisting these needs for as long as he had proved how strong his will was, but torturing himself by withholding the pleasure he so needed was weakening his foundation, clouding his judgment. He was on a slippery slope, and he was bound for a crash.

He was in a weakened state as he trudged back to his dorm one quiet Friday night. A lot of people on his floor were either out somewhere with friends, or gone for the weekend, so it was pretty quiet. Lizzy was gone for the weekend, and no amount of distractions would pull him away from the all-consuming needs of his cock. All he had planned was to head back to his dorm, so he could masturbate and get some temporary relief.

It was in this state that one of his floormates emerged. A pretty, dark-haired girl named Jennifer saw him walking by and called out to him. She was smoking hot, standing there in short little booty-shorts and a tight tank top, clinging to her big boobs. Max was so distracted by his own driving needs that he let himself fall into conversation with the hot girl who lived down the hall from him. He barely knew her, but he would always say hi as they passed by each other, out of politeness, at least on his part. But she seemed excited to actually have a chat with him, wanting to get to know him better. He knew better, he did. He knew she was flirting with him. Smiling as she looked up at him adoringly, curling her dark hair around her finger, making come-ons that were very obvious. Like the fact that her roommate was gone, and that she was bored, and she was looking for something fun to do. Max knew better, and he knew exactly what she wanted, but he was so desperate... so in need. He just wanted to think straight. He just wanted relief. He'd already cheated once on Lizzy... would a little more be any worse?

So anyways, Jennifer sucked him off that night.

He barely even fought back against her. Allowing her to sit him on her bed, she got between his legs, scooped out his big, throbbing cock, and inhaled his shaft down her tight throat. She didn't stop, taking his big cock smoothly down her throat, not slowing down till he was filling her mouth with cum. Looking up at him, she smiled and gulped him down, not missing a drop. She had touched herself as she sucked him off, cumming as she swallowed his load. And once his head was clear and his balls were blessedly empty, he was able to escape her clutches before going any further.

For a few days, he felt really good. He felt relief. Finally indulging in a bit of sexy times, he felt normal again. But eventually, the hunger returned. It always did. He realized that what he needed wasn't just to cum. What he was hungry for was sex. If he came, within a few hours, the need would return. If he did something like this, like letting that pretty girl down the hall suck his dick... that relief would last much longer.

It wasn't sex. No... he wouldn't go that far to actually slide his big dick into another girl's pussy. That was too far. That was actually cheating. Getting sucked off... that was more of a grey area, wasn't it? Sure, deep down, he knew that this was still pretty much cheating, but in the state he was in, it was what he allowed himself to get away with. As long as he didn't do anything as substantial as actually having his dick inside another woman's cunt, he would get by. There would still be hope for him and Lizzy to last.

This was the beginning of a steady cycle for him. At first, when his head was clear, he would devote himself to his classes, his Church stuff, and his girlfriend. He never exposed his betrayals to Lizzy, obviously. He acted like all was normal as his hunger for more grew. Then, when it became too much to bear, when he just couldn't take it anymore, he would take care of his own, personal needs in a very quiet, discrete manner. He'd sneak off to a place no one knew him and take care of business. Luckily for him, most of his social group weren't the partying type, so he had free reign to do so with little fear of discovery.

One time, he'd ended up at a party just off campus. For the first time, he drank and danced with girls, and acted reckless, feeling like an honest-to-God college student. And it was kinda freeing, acting like this, not being such a stick in the mud. He'd ended up having this skankily-dressed, tanned drunk girl grinding up on him very lewdly, grinding her ass against his hard, throbbing cock. This was done under the auspices of dancing, at least at first. But it eventually devolved into foreplay, grinding on him like a stripper, looking over her shoulder, eyes heavy with lust, the heat in them matching his own. He had enough self-control to hold back from having sex with this girl he didn't know, but he didn't have enough will to resist as she pulled him through the throngs of partiers and pulled him to the bathroom, where she gave him a blowjob so good it made his toes curl.

Another time, he'd ended up at the dorms that had a reputation for partying. A bitchy blonde in a tight, thin, pink top literally marched up to him from across the hall, having never spoken a word to him before, stood right in front of him, and asked, "Do you want to come back to my room and titty-fuck me?" So, yeah, Max went to her room and titty-fucked her, cumming all over her massive orbs.

One other time, he got to talking to a girl that always sat near him in the back of a big lecture hall for his three-hour night class. For the first time, they sat next to each other, him taking a seat next to her. They were flirting slightly, paying attention to each other more than the lecture. When they returned from a mid-lecture break, and he actually decided to start paying attention, she, while not looking at him, suddenly reached down under the desk and put her palm on his crotch. Using her nimble fingers, she undid his fly, lowered the zipper, scooped out his big cock. Then she gave him a friendly, vigorous hand job till he unloaded all over her hand. She glanced at him as she pulled her hand back and licked his seed off her fingers.

He knew it was wrong, which is why he wanted to keep these encounters as one-offs and as meaningless as possible. And again, he hadn't actually had sex with any of these girls. Just... sex-adjacent things. He kept things private, keeping things separate from the social circles he normally lived in. He kept those worlds detached. He made sure this wouldn't affect anything with Lizzy. He loved Lizzy, and he didn't want to hurt her, but he needed to satisfy the dark desires that had been awakened inside him somehow. He certainly didn't feel like a good guy for doing this, but it was the pragmatic choice that allowed him to get by.

These college girls, while not exactly the most well-rounded women, got the job done, taking care of his needs as he allowed them to do what they wanted to him. These were the meaningless encounters he had in mind, simply to slake his hunger for at least a little while. And for a while, this arrangement worked for him.

He kept this arrangement going for the rest of the school year until, finally, a miracle happened. Lizzy and him had a long talk, and she finally admitted that she was ready. She was ready to have sex. She loved him so much, and she couldn't wait another day. He was overjoyed, and yeah, near the end of the semester, they ended up doing it. For her, this was a beautiful moment she'd been waiting her whole life for. Losing her virginity along with the man she loved. It was glorious... for her.

But for him, it was different. She still thought he was virgin, but at this point, he obviously wasn't. Behind her back, he'd gained experience, and he couldn't help but compare her to the other girls. Or more specifically, to Janet. He'd fooled around with those other girls, but the only one he'd actually had intercourse with was Janet, that old slut. As much as he loved Lizzy, in bed... she just didn't compare to Janet. Sure, it was Lizzy's first time, and Janet had a lifetime of experience. Like, seriously, despite her crazy hot body and shockingly sexy good looks, she had to be close to his grandmother's age. But, for an encounter that was supposed to be so monumental, his first time with Lizzy, the girl he loved, he ended up feeling... disappointed. Let down. Sure, it felt good, better than the temporary bits of fooling around he'd done with other girls. But as much as it pained him to admit, it didn't compare to that first encounter with Janet. That old slut was so much better in bed than his young, cute girlfriend... it wasn't even close. If only Max had gotten with Lizzy first, she'd be the one he'd compare all other girls to. But Janet had gotten there instead, and she had set the mark. And that mark hadn't been eclipsed. Not yet. Lizzy provided the relief he needed in the moment, but he'd experienced such boiling, all-consuming lust and pleasure with someone else. And he realized Lizzy simply wasn't capable of that.

This was supposed to be the ultimate. The type of sex that was supposed to be better than anything, but... it just wasn't. He'd had sex with the woman he loved more than anything, and it didn't feel nearly as good as the nasty, lust filled encounter he'd shared with that old slut. The fact that this was the girl he loved didn't mean a damn compared to the overwhelming lust Janet had inspired. He would never be able to get that kind of pleasure with Lizzy. She just wasn't that type of girl. If he married her, he'd have to resign himself to the fact that he would never experience that type of pleasure again. Could he settle for that?

It felt like a change began here for young Max. Lizzy and him began hooking up on a regular basis all the way through the summer, and sure, it was fun. And yes, it was enough to give him temporary relief, but he knew there was better out there. He couldn't let that fact go. He couldn't forget about that heated lust he'd experienced last Christmas with that old bitch. And it was a sad realization when he realized he was starting to consider the idea that maybe Lizzy wasn't who he was meant to be with. That maybe he was actually meant for something different, since every fiber in his being other than his mind was saying so. From this point on, when he realized that Lizzy might not be the one he was meant to be with, his eyes had begun to drift.

Then a funny thing happened.

Despite his rejection of such notions, his eyes began to drift towards older women. Real women. Women like Janet. She'd set the bar, and after experiencing such disappointing sex with the girl he loved, he began looking for women that might be able to match up to that all-important first time. When he imagined experiencing that type of pleasure again, all he could imagine were women like Janet. Women with the experience and the bodies and the tits to get the job done. He tried to focus on girls his own age, but inevitably, his fantasies kept drifting to older women. Those thoughts always made him cum the hardest.

His mind still tried to resist any notion he might actually hookup with an older woman again, hoping to keep it to just fantasy. While he could admit that Lizzy might not be the girl for him, he hoped to direct his attention to some of the pretty young women all around him. But unfortunately for him, other parts of him felt differently. And as time went on, his deepest, nastiest fantasies would get brought to the surface. In his experience, the only person who had ever got the job done was an older woman, so it wasn't too shocking that his eyes would drift towards older women who he knew could slake his hunger.

And the funny thing was, he noticed them looking back at him too.

One time, when he was home for the summer, he was walking behind some buddies downtown. As he did so, a well-dressed, middle aged woman walked by him. She was good looking enough, without being model-hot or anything like that. But what was most eye catching to him was her body. She had this big, round, meaty ass, and huge, full breasts, hidden behind a nice dress suit. His eyes couldn't help but check her out, and as he did, he realized he'd been beaten to the punch, as she was looking back and checking him out too. To be lusted for by a woman like her, an older, professional woman... it was undoubtedly thrilling. He shook his head to try to clear these thoughts as his cock jumped in his pants.

Another time, he was out at dinner with his folks, and the waitress was this older woman, clad in dark pants and a black, button-up top. She was very attractive, with dark hair, striking eyes, and an olive complexion, and he couldn't help but discretely check her out when she wasn't looking. She was shockingly good looking for a woman her age, and he couldn't stop staring. And when no one was looking at her as she walked past them, she gave him a smile and winked at him, letting him know she was fully aware of his attention and enjoyed it.

One other time, while visiting Lizzy and going to the beach, instead of looking at his cute young girlfriend in her modest bikini, his eyes drifted to a pair of older women strutting their stuff in shockingly skimpy bikinis, especially for women their age, drawing attention from everyone they walked passed. Lizzy turned up her nose at this display, but Max was thinking about their mammoth, practically exposed tits as he pumped into his girlfriend that night, clearly proving that those old sluts turned his crank way more than his sweet loving girlfriend.

Even when he got back to school that fall, he would be tempted. He was heading back to class one time, and an older female professor walked past him. He tried to look straight forward as he moved past her, but he heard her purr approvingly as she walked past him. When he turned back to look at her, she was looking back at him, shaking her ass as she looked back at him and gave the fit young college student an air kiss. With all these older women hitting on him, his mind kept flashing to Janet. Her body. Her tits. Her ass. The crazy, insane sex they'd had. After every one of these encounters, those memories kept coming closer to the front of his mind, and he wasn't rejecting them nearly as much anymore.

For all Lizzy knew, all was well. Better than ever. She was over the moon for Max, and she just knew that he felt the same way. She couldn't stop talking about him to her friends, and she was even wondering if the time would come soon where he'd propose.

But in truth, she hadn't seen the true Max. Only Janet had. She was the only one who'd seen him at his most raw and exposed. Lizzy couldn't even see beneath the surface. She couldn't see the poisonous sin flowing in his veins. She couldn't see his true desires and needs. She was too naïve and in love to realize they were drifting apart, heading in separate directions.

He kept up appearances, acting like all was well, hiding his inner conflict from his girlfriend. Him and Lizzy kept hooking up, but it never got any better for him. If anything, it got less satisfying. Was this what he'd committed himself to for the rest of his life? Did he not want better? Did he not deserve better? A guy like him could have any woman he wanted... right?

He kept up the act that all was well, but his desires were changing and evolving. His needs were becoming more and more clear. His desires and hungers were getting very, VERY specific now, more than they ever had been before. He knew what he wanted now, and it was getting harder to deny it. If anyone were to look at him, they wouldn't see the conflict inside him. They couldn't see how on edge he was. They didn't realize that all it would take would be one push to take him over.

That moment came not too much later, on a day like any other. It happened when his buddies invited him out for another 'MILF Hunt'. They knew he would say no, but they loved teasing the religious young man with this forbidden thing, making him uncomfortably nervous.

They were shocked when he said yes.

He'd heard the stories. He knew the risks. But he also knew the pleasures that could be found, and he wouldn't deny himself that pleasure any longer. He knew the rumors that some guys never returned from the hunt, being sucked into a world they couldn't possibly handle, getting in over their heads before they knew it, at the hands of some truly dominant, evil older women. He'd even known guys who'd done just that, lost in this new world they thought they could handle. But for Max, it was worth the risk. So, for the first time, Max took part in the 'MILF Hunt', being dragged to one of the MILF hotspots in town, looking for some action. His buddies admitted that a lot of the time, they struck out in actually hooking up with these women, a lot of times having to just settle for some making out and some filthy dancing with them, but the hunt was still fun even if they went home alone. They told him just to manage his expectations, that he might not actually be successful in his first attempt at the 'Hunt'.

But Max did meet a MILF that night.

Oh, did he ever meet a MILF that night. He struck gold, and he didn't realize once he had her in his crosshairs that she already had him in hers. The hunter had become the hunted, and in the state Max was in, he was very easy prey. Needless to say, she took Max home that night.

After leaving his friends behind and experiencing the 'MILF Hunt' for himself, Max did not come back. He stopped coming to class. He was never at his dorm room. His buddies couldn't get a hold of him, either.

The 'MILF Hunt' had claimed another victim, but to be honest, Max couldn't imagine himself being anywhere else.

Lizzy never saw him again. She heard rumors about what he'd done, and what he was last seen doing. She was completely heartbroken, and in disbelief, and even a little worried. This was so not the guy she knew. Did he get tricked into something? Was he okay? She just wanted to talk to him, just once, to see if this whole thing was some big mistake. Some colossal misunderstanding. But the fact that he never returned her calls was probably all the answer she needed.

She needn't worry. Max was more than okay. He had returned to something he'd vowed he'd never do again, and it was even better than the first time. Better even than Janet. He couldn't get enough.

Max didn't come home for Christmas, giving his family a vague explanation to his whereabouts, just enough where they wouldn't ask questions. But they did ask questions, and this caused the older woman he was with to get on the phone and state, in her calm, confident, firm voice, that Max will be well cared for from now on, and that they didn't need to call back again... ever. Family, which meant so much to him... cut out from his life in one calm stroke. And when Christmas day hit, he didn't even go to church. He was that far gone now.

He'd spent the previous Christmas fucking an older woman, and he spent this one doing the same thing. And he just knew he'd be doing the same thing the next year. And the next. And the next. For eternity. This handsome, fit young man that all the girls liked would never once have sex with a girl his own age. Janet had said he'd spend the rest of his life making an older woman like her very happy, and she'd been proven right.

She was SO right.

That was what Christmas had done to Max. He was this bright light. This paragon of virtue. A guy who everyone thought was going places. A leader of people, who some thought could lead a whole country. Just a great human being, an example to others that people could still be good in such trying times.

That destiny had been subverted and perverted. That bright light of an individual, this kind, sweet, gentle young man who was seemingly destined for such great things... his destiny was now to spend the rest of his life devoted to fucking older women.