0 comments/ 42035 views/ 3 favorites A University Education By: prophet007 Dave put down the book he was reading and walked quickly over to his door as soon as he heard the gentle knock. He had no idea who'd want to speak to him at this time of night, as it was just coming up to midnight and most of his corridor-mates were out clubbing it still. It was quite peaceful on the corridor on Friday nights when not many other people were around. Still, as it was obviously far too late to be a TV licence inspector or one of the Uni cleaners moaning about the state their kitchen was in, he didn't have any qualms about seeing who it was. "Hi!" He was immensely pleased to discover that the happy, smiling face that greeted him was that of Kim. "Hello Kim... Not out clubbing it tonight?" She shook her head, her blond hair shaking around her shoulders, which Dave couldn't help but notice were encased in her gorgeously tight 'Squeeze Me, Tease Me, Please Me' t-shirt, which turned him on even more than he already had been just at the sight of her. "I didn't fancy it tonight," she explained. "Listen, Dave, are you busy at the moment?" "No, not at all," he replied, wondering what was going on and just why she'd come down here. Yes, they were good mates and they were often popping into each other's rooms – she often let him use her computer – but still, at this time of night...? "Good... Do you have a few minutes to pop up to my room? There's something I want to talk to you about." "You can come in, if you want," he enthused, holding the door opening and gesturing into his room. "Do you mind if we go up to mine?" she asked sweetly. "It is... sort of important." He didn't stop to wonder what it could be that was so important and why it was him she was choosing to share it with, he simply nodded. "Sure, no problem, just let me grab my key..." He ducked back into his room, found the key, locked his door and followed her up the stairs to her room, on a corridor two floors up. He could already feel the excitement as he followed her up the stairs, his eyes never leaving the gorgeous pair of legs that teased him as they elegantly emerged from under her oh-so-short little skirt... She led him into her room without a word, and he didn't even think to comment when she was careful to lock the door behind them once she had made sure he was sitting down on her bed. He noticed that her computer was on, and wondered if she was having some sort of problem with it. "So, Dave..." she breathed as she sat down at her chair in front of the computer. She was almost directly opposite him, and as she moved the chair a little to face him better and crossed her legs, he was sure that he caught a wonderful glimpse of the flimsy pink knickers she was wearing. "Um... Yes?" He shifted a little so that the bulge in his jeans wouldn't be quite so obvious. He had the odd feeling that he was being interviewed, and Kim had never acted in quite this way around him before. "I was wondering if you could explain something for me?" "Um, yeah, sure if I can..." "I hope you can." She smiled. "Come and sit next to me here Dave," she said, pointing at a spot next to her on the floor. Not wanting to argue, he obeyed, kneeling next to her and looking at the computer screen as he supposed he was expected to. Her blank screen screensaver was on, so she hadn't touched the computer for a while. The aroma of her perfume as she sat just a few inches to his left was quite intoxicating, and kneeling as he was he couldn't help but realise he was about level with her gorgeous breasts... "Have a look at this, Dave," she said, still smiling and seeming happy. She pressed the space bar and the screen flickered, before changing to show a website that he was all-too familiar with. The colour drained from his face and he felt weak at the knees. He almost thought he was going to be sick; it was as if the world had collapsed in on him. He wished it was a nightmare that he could wake up from, but he knew he couldn't. Internet explorer was open, and it was displaying one of the websites he often used Kim's computer to look at: Literotica. The page was open at one of his favourite stories, one about a man being forced to wear a girl's underwear. "Kim, I..." "Shhhh," she admonished, placing a finger to his lips. Despite the dire situation he found himself in, he felt himself get all the harder at her touch. "You can explain, is that what you were going to say? You can explain why, if I take a little look at my history folder for the last few weeks, it's filled with stories on this site, all about guys wearing panties? You can explain why some of my favourite bras seem to have mysteriously lost their matching knickers recently? Oh, and perhaps while you're at it you can explain why a couple of weeks ago I found a disturbing little fleck of shit on my lovely vibrator?" He tried to say something, but his throat was a messy lump of flesh from which no sound would emanate. He wondered why she sounded so calm and controlled about it all, instead of screaming and shouting and hitting him or something. "You don't need to explain all that Dave," she added. "I think I can work it all out for myself." "What... what do you want me to do?" he asked, staring up at her eyes, which looked impassively down at him. He felt suddenly inferior and submissive to her, and not simply because she was looking down at him. He knew she could make him a laughing stock, utterly humiliate him in front of everyone he knew here. She had the evidence, and besides which everyone would believe her even if she hadn't. He would have to drop out, have to leave. His life was ruined. "Well let me see," she replied slowly, pretending to think about it for the first time. "You've stolen my underwear, and I think we can all guess what it is you do with it... You've used my computer to look at porn sites, and you've stuck my vibrator up your backside and fucked yourself silly with it. No doubt you've done that quite a few times and washed it rather more carefully afterwards. I rather think you're going to do anything I say from now on, don't you?" A sudden hope appeared. "You mean... You're not going to tell everyone?" She grinned and ruffled his hair with her hand. "Only if you're a very, very good boy...Tell me, have you done it wearing pairs that are still here? While I've let you be in my room, trusted you, let you have free reign, have you been beating your little meat in some knickers I've gone on to wear?" "I..." "The truth, Dave," she whispered, seeming for the first time consciously threatening. "Yes," he replied, nodding miserably. "I see." She stood and walked across to her knicker draw, which she opened slowly, before standing back and crossing her arms. He couldn't help but notice how her wonderful breasts were accentuated by it... "Show me," she said. "I... I don't remember..." She rolled her eyes. "That many eh? All right then, show me your favourite pair. Favourite that you haven't stolen, I mean. The one that really gets you going when you feel it tight against your little balls..." He gulped and, standing, moved across to the draw. He looked down at the collection of bras and knickers, all so smooth, so comforting, so exciting and enticing... He spotted the tiny light blue thong with 'Flirt' written across it in a racy black font, and he instantly reached down and pulled that one out, excited by the idea of the touch of it despite himself. Kim was nodding approvingly. "I can't say I'm surprised," she said. "Now, let me see." He frowned, confused. "I don't understand?" She rolled her eyes again and leaned closer, her lips just a few centimetres away from his right ear. Was it his imagination, or could he feel a hard nipple pressing lightly against his chest through her t-shirt and bra? "Put. It. On." The whisper was harsh and delicate at the same time. She stood back, and he thought about arguing then one look at her made him think better of it at once. He unlaced his shoes, kicked them off, tore off his socks and hastily undid his jeans. He paused a moment when only his boxers remained on the lower half of his body, but she raised an expectant eyebrow and he pulled those off. His cock was hard and stuck out; she looked at it and smiled. "It seems you've got a little more down there than I gave you credit for," she complimented. "Now – the thong." He stepped into the flimsy material and pulled it up around his balls. His cock stuck out of it of course, but it felt so wonderful against his skin, and with the back going up into the crack of his backside so tightly... "Feel good?" "Yes..." he breathed. She stepped closer and took the head of his cock gently in a ring of her thumb and forefinger, wanking his head softly as he half-closed his eyes and sighed deeply. "Good," she said. She stopped wanking him just as he was beginning to get incredibly excited, the pre-cum leaking from his throbbing head. "You and I are going to have great fun!" she whispered. Turning back to the draw, she reached in and pulled out the bra that matched the thong, a lacy light blue affair. As he watched her, she handed him the bra. "Put that on too," she said. "I..." She gave him a look, and he did as he was told, struggling slightly with the catch at the back but eventually succeeding. As he did so, she reached down and picked up his discarded socks from the floor, scrunching them up into balls and placing one within each cup of the bra, before standing back to admire her handiwork. "A little small," she mused. "But it'll do. Now, Dave... Dave..." "Yes?" "Quite, I wasn't talking to you silly, I was thinking... Now, Dave isn't much of a girls' name, is it?" "Um... no?" "No." Why did he feel as if he was about to lose some of his identity to her? And why did the prospect excite him so utterly? "Well you obviously like girlie things, so I think we need to give you a girlie name to go with your little bra and knickers, don't you? Yes, of course you do. Now, there isn't really a female version of Dave we can use, so how about... Hmmmm... Dana? Diana?" He twitched slightly at the second name she mentioned, and she grinned very much in the manner of a cat. "Oh yes, Diana... Mmmmm, nice and female, eh? Does that excite you, Diana? Do you like that?" He nodded as she gently ran two of her fingers up and down the skin of his hard cock, gently teasing the underside of his sensitive head with one finger when she reached the top for the second time. "Yes... Yes, I do. I'm... Diana." She nodded approvingly. "I'm glad to see you're getting into the swing of things. Now..." She placed her hands around his waist and manoeuvred his willing, supple body around until he was standing in front of the sink in the corner of her room, looking at his reflection in the mirror. He looked thin and pale and he could see himself shaking for the first time, although he didn't know how long he had been doing it and whether it was from fear, or excitement, or cold or perhaps all three. The image of the bra around his chest excited him, as did the reflection of Kim's gorgeous face as she placed her chin on his left shoulder. Her hair was gently tickling his bare skin, and he could feel her taught nipples again, this time pressing into his back. "How do you think you look, Diana?" she asked delicately, whispering into his ear. He struggled for a suitable answer. "Not... not anywhere near as beautiful as you," he tried, hoping he didn't sound to sycophantic. It was true though, she was stunning, and he... wasn't. "Aw, thank you Diana," she replied, sounding genuinely touched although he couldn't tell how much of what she said was simply a show she was putting on for him. "But you're not so bad yourself you know, I mean you could be, with a bit of work..." She stared at his image in the mirror. "The hair," she said, running a hand through his short hair, "needs work. I mean, you'll have to let it grow longer. You'll do that for me won't you Diana?" "Y-Yes, of course." "Good good... I don't think we'll move onto make-up just yet, it's not worth it when your hair still makes you look so boyish, but I think a touch of lipstick, a little mascara, some eyeliner, could do wonders for you Diana." He had never thought of any of these things before, her make-up had never held the slightest appeal to him even when he had been left in here alone with it so many times, but now... He realised suddenly that her hand had moved out of his hair and had picked up a small bottle of some sort of oil or moisturiser or something of that sort from the edge of the sink. He wondered what she was doing with it, but before he had the chance to ask her he felt the back strong of his thong – his thong – being pulled aside and a single, lubricated finger slipped gently but firmly into his arsehole, working around, teasing, testing, playing. He gasped involuntarily and closed his eyes with the pleasure of it. "No Diana," she admonished. "Look." He opened his eyes and looked unto the mirror, and saw her stare at him as she continued to play his backside like an expert. "Look at yourself Diana," she whispered, her head still on his shoulder. "And look at me. Think about who'd doing this to you. What's being done to you. You like this, don't you Diana?" He couldn't lie. "Yes." "You love it, don't you?" "Yes, I do..." "Tell me Diana. Tell me what it is you love." She was working him harder and harder now, massaging him, probing him, and he had to lean forward and place his hands on the edge of the sink to stop himself being pushed over. "I love... I love your finger, inside me." "What am I doing to you Diana?" "I don't understand..." A second finger was added, and he gasped again in surprise and delight, his body bent over more, submitting, being taken. "Fucking!" he gasped. "You're fucking me..." He glanced back up into the mirror and saw her grin. "That's right Diana. You'd like a good, hard fucking, wouldn't you?" "Yes." "A proper fucking?" "Yes!" "You want me to pop that little cherry of yours, don't you Diana?" "YES!" She withdrew her fingers. He felt empty, a gaping hole not just in his backside but in his soul. He had been on such a high of pleasure as he had never felt before, and to have that taken was devastating. He feared for a moment that his shout had annoyed her, with the possibility of it having raised the attention of her corridor mates. He no longer cared about being discovered, he realised – he cared only about being her girl, and being fucked by her. "Open wide," she whispered suddenly, kicking his right leg out to the side. He did as he was told and spread his legs, leaning even further over the sink, his head bowed. Then suddenly he felt it – the tip of her vibrator. It had gone in before of course by his own hand, but God it had never felt anywhere near as good as it did now. "Is that what you wanted?" she said. "Yes... God yes..." She worked it in only an inch or so at first, then almost completely out, then in again a little deeper, and then shallower, and so on and so on... She worked it playfully, teasingly, giving him almost satisfaction but not quite... "Look at me," she whispered. He looked up into the mirror. She stared coldly back at him. Then she rammed the vibrator as far as she could into him, and turned it on. He couldn't help it, he cried out in pleasure, and looked down again, but she smacked his backside hard. "Look at me!" she commanded. He looked up. "Look at who's doing this to you!" She carried on moving the vibrator in and out, in and out, fucking him hard and fast, almost brutally. But he didn't care. He adored the feeling. When he was almost there she reached around with her free hand and took his cock firmly in her grasp, wanking him furiously. "Who are you?" "D... Diana!" As he cried out his new name he came, his cum splattering against the door of the cupboard under her sink, and his backside spasming and contracting so hard he almost pulled the vibrator into it. She switched it off and worked it out gently, before kissing him on the cheek as he leaned forward, breathing hard, sweaty and exhausted but utterly, utterly happy. "Good girl," she simpered. "Good girl... You know what Diana? I think this is going to be the beginning of a beautiful friendship..." A University Education I was 22 when my daughter Hayley was born. She's in her first year at university now and, being my only child, she and I have always been very close. That's why, when her dad went away for a weekend fishing competition recently, I was really pleased that Hayley invited me to go and stay the weekend with her. I never went to university - it wasn't as common in those days as it is now, and I suppose I've led a bit of a sheltered life generally really. Martin was my first boyfriend, and we married when I was 18 and he was 20. I felt it was right to be a stay-at-home mum when Hayley was a little girl, and by the time that wasn't such a big issue I'd been out of a work situation so long I couldn't really bring myself to go back. We live in a small village, 15 miles from the nearest town of any size, and I suppose I don't have that many friends really, but I'm happy looking after my little home and my hubbie. Anyway, it was a five hour journey by train from home to Hayley's university, so I was pretty pooped by the time I got there on the Friday. She met me off the train and we just had a quiet night at her flat, across the road from the university campus, watching TV over a Chinese take-away meal. Just as I was going to bed her two flatmates arrived home from a night out, and they were very nice, and called me Mrs S, despite me telling them they could call me Jackie. They were quite contrasting types. Amy was an American, a lovely girl with pretty blonde hair, a huge smile and a perfect figure. Simone was a black girl from London, six feet tall (eight inches or so more than the rest of us), with a muscular body and a big bust and bottom. The others were quite proud of her because she was a discus champion, one of the best in the country for her age. (Hayley, by the way, is like a younger version of me, with bubbly red hair and, if I say so myself, a trim figure.) Like Hayley, Amy and Simone were both 18 and in their first year at uni, as they called it. Each of the girls had their own room, but while I was there Hayley was sleeping on a sofa bed in the lounge. On Saturday Hayley took me to the huge shopping mall in town. We looked more than bought, but we went in one rather trendy place selling women's fashions and Hayley started asking me if I liked this top or that skirt, holding them up against me. To be honest they all seemed a bit young and, well, figure hugging for me, and I told her so. Hayley said I needed to buy some stuff for the disco, which was the first I'd heard of it. "We're all going to the students' union disco on campus tonight. You've got to come Mum, you'll really enjoy it, it's all old music, '70s and '80s, that kind of thing. And if you're coming you've got to have some nice togs to wear, otherwise you won't have any chance of pulling a bloke." She winked suggestively and nudged me in the ribs to show she was joking. I smiled weakly. In the end she persuaded me to buy a black blouse with silver threads running through it, and a pair of black trousers which were slightly too snug for my taste. Of course, I needed shoes to go with the outfit, so I settled on a pair of black and silver strappy sandals. We had a nice lunch and did a bit more shopping, then we went back to the flat, where I had a nap for a couple of hours to prepare myself for the evening disco. I wasn't very keen, I've never been much of a one for dancing, but Hayley was so eager for me to go, as were both her friends, that I thought it would be churlish not to since they were putting me up for the weekend. After a light early supper I dressed up in my new outfit and, quite hesitantly, joined the girls in the lounge. They had been doing a lot of talking and giggling, but they went quite when I joined them, all eyes turning to me. Amy gave me a huge encouraging smile and said, "Hey, Mrs S, you look fabulous." Then she leaned in and peered more closely. "Uh-oh, VPL!" I was slightly miffed, as I knew my panties showed through the trousers, in fact I'd told Hayley that before I even bought them. Amy was not disheartened though. "No problem, I have an idea. Mrs S, you and I are about the same size aren't we? Wait here." With that she rushed into her room. Amy came back seconds later with a miniscule piece of material hanging from one finger. I took it from her dubiously. It was a tiny pair of silky scarlet thong panties. I'd rarely seen anything quite so small, let alone worn it. I couldn't possibly put those on. When I told the girls that Hayley looked as if she might get in a strop with me, but young Amy held my hand and looked into my face with huge blue eyes. "Mrs S, you look so sexy in that outfit, we just want you to look your very best. Won't you at least try these, just to make me happy? Please?" She was so appealing I couldn't really turn her down, so I went back into Hayley's room and stripped from the waist down. When I pulled the thong on and looked at myself in the mirror I was horrified. Half my pubic bush was sticking out either side of the material, and at the back the thong had disappeared up my bottom altogether. It also seemed to be sucking into my pussy, and gave me a strange sensation when I walked. I had to admit, though, it couldn't be seen under the trousers, and Amy had asked me so very nicely. I walked back out feeling a bit of a fool, but the girls all looked at me approvingly. Amy said, quietly, "Mrs S, now you really are the business." I noticed Simone wrinkling her eyes in concentration. "It looks great. It just needs something -- got it. Sit down Mrs S, and kick your shoes off." Unsure what was coming next I did as I was asked, and she squatted at my feet. Taking one of them in a huge hand, she produced a bottle of pink nail varnish, and started to apply it to my toenails. I've never worn nail varnish on my toes in my life, but after hours tramping around the shops the feel of Simone's soft, cool hand cradling my foot was wonderfully relaxing. She looked up at me with a grin. "Do you like that Mrs S? I specialise in foot massages." She put the nail varnish brush aside and started gently kneading the sole of my foot with her strong fingers. She was really good at it, and I could feel little sparks of enjoyment passing through my foot and up my leg. After a few minutes she switched to the other foot, kneading life back into it, then painted those toenails too. Amy and Hayley watched with amused smiles on their faces. As Simone finished Hayley said "While you're sitting down, Mum, let me and Amy touch up your make-up a bit." I felt almost as if I was in a beauty salon, I was being so pampered. The two girls played about my face with various brushes and sticks of colour for a few minutes then Hayley held up a mirror with a fanfare: "Ta-dah!" They'd done a remarkable job; the make-up was subtle, yet somehow they had managed to take years off me. I decided they were all lovely girls, and I was going to really enjoy a fun evening in their company. When we arrived at the disco it was already packed, and very loud. As my eyes gradually adjusted to the subdued lighting Hayley and Amy each took one of my hands and guided me over to a table where we sat. Simone arrived a minute later with four huge cocktail glasses containing different coloured drinks, each with salt round the rim and a slice of lime on the side. Amy told me they were called birdbath margaritas. I'd never drunk cocktails before so I sipped mine cautiously and found it was delicious. It was strawberry flavour, and drinking it through the salt created a bitter-sweet taste that tingled on my tongue. I told Hayley I hoped there wasn't too much alcohol in the drink and she winked at Amy as she replied "Oh no, it's hardly alcoholic at all, honestly Mum." The girls decided they wanted to dance and tried to pull me up with them, but I said I would be happy just to watch them for the moment. The three of them danced together, lots of sinuous movements and quite a bit of touching each other. I felt very peaceful sitting there watching them together, drinking my nice cocktail. I noticed Hayley and Amy kept whispering to each other and glancing in my direction. Hayley saw me looking and gave me a wave. After they'd danced to a couple of tunes Hayley and Simone came and sat down again, both breathing hard and a bit sweaty from the dancing and the crush on the dance floor. Amy arrived shortly afterwards with another tray of drinks. They gave me a green one this time, which turned out to be lime -- more bitter than the strawberry one, but very pleasant. An old Duran Duran song, Hungry Like The Wolf, started playing and, without thinking, I said "Ooh, I like this one." Amy immediately squatted in front of me and looked up into my face with those beautiful big eyes of hers. She said, "Please Mrs S -- Jackie -- will you come and dance with me? I really want you to have a good time tonight." The combination of the drinks, the warmth of the room, the music and Amy's sweetness had relaxed me by then, and I reached out my hand to let her pull me up. I didn't care that I was the oldest person at the disco by 20 years, Amy was right, I could have a good time just like all the others, and I really got into the dance. Amy danced opposite me, still holding my hand as we strutted and swung to the music, and I couldn't remember when I'd enjoyed myself quite so much. As the song finished I turned to go back to the table, but then Chuck Berry's Johnny B Goode started up. With a squeal of delight Amy instantly switched hands, taking my right in her left, and started jiving. I hadn't done that since I was 16 but Amy was so good at it and I just followed her and threw myself into it as she twisted and twirled on my hand. She was so good that a little circle of space actually opened up around us and people started watching us, even clapping along to the music. As the track hit its final crescendo Amy, with a whoop, lifted her legs right off the ground and scissored them either side of me, her arms around my neck. I had to put my hands under her pert little bottom to stop us overbalancing. Her blue eyes shining, Amy gave me a long kiss on the lips, which I thought as sweet, while people stood around applauding us! When her feet were back on the ground Amy said, "Thanks Mrs S -- you were great." As we walked back to the table, Amy holding my hand again, I felt quite excited with all the adrenalin running through me. Simone gave us a huge grin, but Hayley was frowning. I thought maybe she felt I should be paying more attention to my own daughter than to her friend, but when I tried to speak to her she actually turned away from me. I decided she must be jealous of her old mum having been in the spotlight for a few minutes and left her alone. Still holding my hand Amy, such an affectionate girl, kissed me on the cheek and said, "Mrs S, you're hot." Perhaps I misunderstood her, but she was right, my face was burning and I could feel rivulets of sweat running between my breasts. I reached for my drink. I hadn't even finished my lime margarita yet, but there was already another one lined up for me, peach flavoured this time. As I gazed at the dance floor, with all the happy young people whirling about and spotlights panning over them, I became aware of quite a heated conversation behind me between Hayley and Amy. I don't think they meant me to hear, but I couldn't help listening. Hayley said something about wanting to call off the bet, but Amy said she didn't want to. Then I heard Hayley say, "Look, I'll pay you the money anyway, I believe you can win now, I just don't want you to go through with it." Amy shook her head vigorously -- I felt her long blonde hair splay out and brush the back of my neck. Then she said, "It's too late for that. It's not about the bet anymore. I hadn't met her when we made it." With that I felt her soft bare arms snake around my neck and she whispered, very close to my ear, "You okay Mrs S?" I put a hand on her arm and told her I was having a lovely evening. The next thing I knew, Hayley was standing in front of me dragging at my arm and snapping, "Come on Mum, we're going home." I resisted, quite perplexed. It was still early and I was really enjoying myself. When Hayley saw I wasn't going to stand she scowled and stamped her foot, like a small child who isn't getting her own way. She whined "Mum, please!" I told her we'd had such a lovely day together, I was having a nice time, and I didn't see why she had to spoil it. All through the exchange Amy's arms remained about my neck, her cheek resting against mine. Standing with her hands on her hips Hayley looked speechless for a moment, then snapped "Oh...sod it! You lot deserve each other!" And with that she turned on her heel and flounced out. My first thought was that I should go after her, but Amy's arms tightened slightly around my neck. She said, "Don't worry about her Mrs S, she's just a bit uptight because she's got a big exam coming up next week. She'll cool off in her own time. Don't worry, Simone and I'll look after you." Amy kissed my neck softly. I glanced over at Simone and she was still giving me her lovely big smile, and I thought, Amy's right, why should I let my daughter spoil my nice evening just because she wants to behave like a spoilt little madam? I relaxed into the evening and had a wonderful time. I danced again with Amy, and I had a dance with Simone, and they got me another margarita, pineapple this time. I even had a dance with a very nice young man who asked me to go back to his room with him! Amy and Simone fell about laughing when I told them that. They both kept kissing me too, which was lovely and friendly, making me feel really welcome. Towards the end of the evening the Bee Gees Staying Alive came on. That's another of my favourites, and I grabbed both the girls' hands and pulled them out to have a bop with me. Amy started dancing in front of me, with Simone behind me. I kept feeling Simone's groin rubbing against my bottom. I tried to move forward to give her more room, but Amy didn't move back and our chests started rubbing together as we danced. Simone moved up too and, before the dance was half over I was sandwiched between them, Amy's breasts rubbing against mine, had hands on my hips, and Simone's groin rubbing in slow circles against my bum, her big cushiony breasts in my back. She placed her hands on my hips too, over Amy's. This intimate contact was having a strange effect on me. I suddenly felt incredibly hot and sweaty, and a warm glow was starting to pass through me. I felt rather embarrassed when my big nipples started poking quite visibly against my blouse, and Amy's thong was feeling very damp between my legs. As the music began to fade Amy passed an arm around my neck and pulled my face to hers. She kissed me on the lips again, but this time her tongue flicked out. I gasped in surprise and Amy's tongue slipped into my mouth, lazily circling around my tongue. At the same moment I felt Simone's hand slip down my trousers, and a finger stroked the top of my bum crack, as her teeth gently nibbled my ear lobe, all right there on the dance floor, with dozens of people milling around! Amy broke off from kissing me and, looking over my shoulder, said, "What do you think Sim -- time to go back to the flat?" We walked out of the disco with each girl clinging to one of my arms. I was in a daze -- with what had just happened, and the drinks I'd consumed, I couldn't think clearly and I stumbled along between them. I began to feel quite nervous and desperately tried to think rationally. Even if these two were lesbians, they wouldn't want an old lady like me. And even if they did, they were nice girls, I'd just tell them politely and firmly -- after all, I was old enough to be their mother -- that I wasn't interested. Anyway, Hayley had already gone back to the flat, she wouldn't let anything happen to me. With a flash of insight I suddenly had an inkling as to the subject of the bet she and Amy had been talking about. When we arrived at the flat it was in darkness, and my nervousness cranked up a notch. I asked where Hayley was, and Simone mumbled, "Oh, she'll have gone over to her boyfriend's place for the night. Don't worry about her." I wasn't even aware my daughter had a boyfriend, but I had rather more immediate matters on my mind at that moment. The girls walked me over to the sofa and sat me in the middle with them either side of me. Amy rested her head on my shoulder, one hand holding mine, and Simone stared intently at me and started twiddling her fingers in my hair. I was really nervous now, but that was just silly. After all, what were these two young girls going to do, rape me? It hardly seemed likely. I asked if anyone would like a coffee, but Amy murmured "Later maybe. It's something else I want now." I stretched and yawned and said I thought I'd turn in. Amy shook her head. "Not yet Jackie." I turned my head to say something to her, and her lips were on mine again, her tongue deep in my mouth. I felt her hand stroke across my breast, then she and Simone between them started undoing the buttons of my blouse, one by one. I would have moved to stop them, but each of them had one of my arms pinned against the back of the sofa. My God, they really were planning to rape me! For something to be rape, though, a lack of mutual consent is required. As Amy's sweet tasting tongue swirled around my mouth I felt my resistance ebbing away, and my tongue started playing with hers. I could feel a glow extending from my pussy, up through my body. When they eased me forward on the sofa and eased my blouse down my arms and off I didn't try to stop them. They combined to undo my bra, and as Simone pulled it away from my boobs and the straps cut sharply into my arms I shrugged it off, to stop the discomfort (I told myself). Simone sighed "God, these look great", and cupped a hand beneath one of my naked breasts. Amy finally broke our kiss, and a moment later I felt two soft mouths closing simultaneously over my boobs. My mouth finally freed, I heard myself groan, "Girls, please don't do this, I don't want you to." I think I would have died if they had stopped though. To my left Simone cupped my boob and gently nibbled on my big brown nipple; to my right Amy caressed the other nip with her darling tongue, while a hand curled round the boob and stroked down it, as if milking it. The feeling of two mouths both sucking on me was quite incredible and, against my will, I felt my back arching to push my tits further into them. A hot flush was spreading across my chest, and the warmth in my pussy was threatening to turn into a major blaze! I felt someone unbuttoning the waistband of my trousers, and when they popped open I didn't even need to be encouraged to lift my backside, it rose of its own accord and the trousers and my now sopping wet thong were pulled down to my knees. My legs then declared independence from my brain and kicked off my shoes and my remaining clothes. I felt myself being eased to the floor, now completely naked and at the mercy of two teenage girls the same age as my daughter. Simone broke off from sucking my tit, and Amy slid her lips down my body, then started kissing and licking my belly between my navel and my thick bush of dark ginger pubic hair. I shuddered with uncontrollable desire, and I felt my knees rise and my thighs part. Nobody, not even my husband, had ever kissed my pussy, but I knew this beautiful young American was about to, and there wasn't a thing I could do to stop her -- even if I wanted to. I heard myself whimpering before she even touched it, just from her warm breath on my thighs. Then her soft tongue entered my slit and all my breath left me in a huge sigh. I felt her fingers stroking my hairy labia, then a rainbow exploded in my head as her lips closed over my clitoris and she began stroking it with her tongue. I let out a wild cry and my hips bucked in reaction. Amy pressed me back to the floor and lapped at my swelling clit, two fingers deep inside me and stroking away. A University Education My eyes were half-shut, but I saw a shadow pass across them and looked to see Simone towering over me, completely naked. She knelt beside me and I saw her huge breasts, with dark chocolate nipples as big as mine and massive areola. Smiling seductively she pressed a tit to my mouth and I parted my lips and began sucking on the nipple. Amy was still licking and fingering me towards heaven down below, and I sucked on Simone's nipple as if my life depended on it, trying to suppress the gasps and sighs that arose in me each time Amy swirled her magic tongue around my clit. I felt a swelling in my pussy and I knew I was about to experience the most intense orgasm of my life. I squealed as I came massively onto Amy's face and she held my thighs down as I bucked and writhed under her. Even after the magic moment had passed Amy carried on, licking my cum out of me. I had lost my grip on Simone's tit, but now she squatted down towards my face and I realised she wanted me to do for her what Amy had just done for me. I stared at her pussy in fascination -- I had never seen another woman's before, and Simone's was deep brown on the outside, with dark pink skin further in leading to her inner depths. Her pubis was covered in thick, short black hair which, unlike mine, didn't extend as far down as her pussy lips. I had no idea what to do, but at that moment I felt so tender towards both girls that I ached to give Simone pleasure and I applied my lips to her clit, sucking on it and licking it as Amy was doing for me. At the same time I held her labia apart with one hand while I pushed the whole of the other hand into her big cunt and screwed her with it. She made a kind of growling noise and I increased my efforts. I could feel Amy was close to giving me another orgasm, and my thighs clamped around her head. Suddenly Simone sort of toppled sideways, and I had to roll off my back to keep contact with her musky pussy. I realised why she'd done it when Amy broke off tonguing me for a second to give a huge sigh. While she was licking my pussy, and I was savouring Simone's, Simone had now applied her mouth to Amy's cunt. The three of us lay in a circle of lust, fingering, licking and tonguing each other to orgasm after orgasm. When I awoke I could see it was light outside, and for a second I wondered where I was. Then I felt a delicious ache between my legs, and tasted a wonderful sour tang on my tongue, and the delights of the previous night all came back to me. I saw a blonde head on a pillow beside me and realised I must be in Amy's bed. I had no memory of getting there from the lounge, but I felt incredibly tender towards the woman who had given me such incredible pleasure, and I leaned over and kissed her naked shoulder. She rolled over and gave me a beautiful smile. "Hi Mrs S, did you sleep well? I hope you enjoyed last night, I know I did. I'm sorry if you feel we took advantage of you, but..." She could say no more as I had started kissing her, my tongue in her heavenly mouth, exploring. Amy gave a little gasp of surprise. As I slipped my lips to her throat she whispered "Mrs S, don't feel you have to -- oh God!" I had one of her small breasts in my mouth, and my hand was stealing down towards her pussy. In all the thrills of the previous night it had been Amy servicing me while I serviced Simone. I had no idea where Simone was now, but I really didn't care. Amy was an incredibly lovely young girl, and after a lifetime of knowing absolutely nothing about lady-love I was now desperate to taste her. I sucked on her tit, flicking her little pink nipple with my tongue as she stroked my hair and sighed. I kissed down her flat ribcage and wiggled my tongue in her belly button, enjoying the taste of her dried sweat. Her pussy was shaved, and I was surprised to see she had a little tattoo of a flower actually on her pubic mound. When I slipped my head between Amy's legs I had to pause for a moment to gaze at her pussy. I thought it was incredibly beautiful: a sweet pink gash, with slightly darker inner labia peeping out. The moment I pressed my thumbs to it Amy gasped and tensed slightly. I pulled her slit apart with my thumbs and eased my tongue in, slipping it from bottom to top. I used my hands to hold her labia apart, stroking them tenderly with my thumbs. Amy's clit was a little shy, but with just a tiny bit of prompting it revealed itself, and I applied my lips, tongue and teeth to it, freeing one of my hands to squeeze three fingers inside her. Wanting to make sure I was giving Amy as much satisfaction as possible, I broke off momentarily to ask her I was doing it right. Amy gasped "Oh Jackie, what you're doing is sooo, so right." She pressed my head back to her and I began lapping at her clit again, my fingers swirling inside her pussy as she sighed and writhed under me. Her rich musky aroma was even more of a turn-on than Simone's had been, and I inhaled deeply as I tongued her, soon rewarded with a flood of sum onto my tongue as Amy gasped and wriggled under me. I rose back up the bed and we shared a long sweet kiss, as I ground my hairy pubis against her naked one. Later that day Hayley and I had a somewhat mutually embarrassed trip back to the station. She couldn't have been in much doubt how I had spent the night but she didn't say anything, and just before I got on the train she pecked me on the cheek and told me she loved me, as I gave her a huge hug. A few weeks later my husband, Martin, complained as I pushed him out the door for another fishing contest. "You didn't used to like me going away for competitions, now you can't wait to get rid of me." I told him I'd come to realise how selfish I was being, and that he had every right to enjoy his sport. I cut things fine though: I only got him away 15 minutes before my sweet Amy arrived for the weekend!