4 comments/ 46883 views/ 8 favorites A Lecturer and Her Students Ch. 01 By: mandywilluk2000 It's funny how life can change so much and so quickly. It's strange how it can quickly switch from being fine with everything going swimmingly to it being totally fucked up. That was exactly how mine had become. From being seemingly delightfully happy with my successful businessman of a husband and my pretty, well behaved, loving and intelligent teenage daughter taking her A levels to being alone. From being with a man who I thought I loved, alright he could be a bit of a sod with the ladies to finding out that he was in fact a serial philanderer, even with my sister, to kicking him out. From having a daughter at home to her going off to university. From being married to being divorced. From having a busy social life style to practically nothing. From running a large six-bedroomed house in an Essex suburb to living in a sterile, but upscale apartment overlooking water in Docklands. Going from having a regular and frequent supply of sex from my husband to being essentially celibate. From being able to satisfy my high sex drive by having my husband fuck me almost whenever I wanted, to having to masturbate frequently to relieve my frustration. With most of my social life being with Kevin, my husband and other couples, and with most wives hating the idea of a divorcee around their man, my social life bombed. Kevin was a big name and a low handicap in the golf club; I was simply a pair of big tits, so I left. Couples say they will try to maintain friendships with both parties after a divorce, don't believe them, it just don't work, so most of my 'friends' simply disappeared. There were a few husbands, though, who suddenly felt the need to tell me that their wives just didn't understand them and they had always fancied me. I think they believed that divorcees were simply gagging for it. That I may have been, but not so much that I wanted sex with them. I was ok for money, which was just as well for my father's construction business was dragged down by the recession in Spanish property and my parents went to live there. So, in practically all areas my life was fucked. Oddly, despite all these changes I wanted more change. I decided to go back to lecturing, something I had done for a while a few years ago. As I was looking for a vacancy I suddenly thought why not move away from London, I never had before, but why not? I was a city girl really, but the countryside had an appeal; that was certainly a change I scrutinised the Times Educational Supplement and The Guardian looking for positions as a lecturer in English or Creative Writing at a university or sixth form college. I really didn't fancy Lancashire, Northumberland and most of the far North counties other than Yorkshire and I certainly wouldn't even consider Scotland or Wales. Devon and Dorset had an appeal and as I have always enjoyed Norfolk that got on the short list as well. Considering the recession I was surprised at the number and variety of jobs on offer. I started sending applications and my CV off and was pleased to be invited to numerous interviews. * "Why go away?" Sammi said as we lay together on my sexually underused huge double bed in Docklands. "I just feel it's time for a major change," I replied kissing her head. "What if it doesn't work out?" She asked cupping my full and slightly sagging breast and licking the nipple that was still rock hard from us just having made love. "I'll just come back. I won't sell the apartment so Sara can use it when she comes home and of course I can pop back and meet you here any time and you can come and stay with me when you like." We didn't talk much more for half an hour or so for we had other uses for our mouths; she tasted wonderful! * I was surprised at how many interviews I obtained, but thoroughly enjoyed touring round England visiting towns I had never been to before. Although most of the schools and colleges offered accommodation and travel expenses I didn't take the accommodation reimbursements for I preferred to be independent. I could, therefore, stay overnight in hotels even though it may not have been necessary, and I could choose where I stayed, rather than the cheap fleapits their allowances would provide. I did though accept their travelling allowance, which at forty pence per mile more than covered the costs of driving my M3 to their location. I always get a thrill out of staying in hotels by myself, not that I do it that often. But when I was married and was working I had to stay away at times and usually gained a nice tingle when checking in, having dinner or a drink in the bar. Nothing much ever happened, but it was the possibility that something might that gave me the buzz. At that time though, I was happy with Kevin and although I got the occasional come on I turned them down. Hotels had provided more thrills, however, when I had my affair with David for it was in them that we had much of our sex during our six month affair. During my 'interview tour' I wasn't naughty, well not with strangers, or men come to that. I had several chances, but didn't progress them. In any case I was pretty much off men having been let down so badly by my husband of over twenty years. I was now in a complete Catch 22 situation. I'd had a wild period after the divorce came through bedding six guys in about as many months, well to be accurate I bedded only four and carseated two!. I hated myself for what I was doing so I stopped dating. But I needed sex, yet didn't want to get involved, didn't want to become emotionally dependent upon a man, couldn't bring myself to make the mental connection needed to turn one night stands, which I hated, into memorable sexual experiences, so I rejected men and I had taken a girl friend. Sammi is my naughtiness. She's twenty three, just slightly older than my daughter and she is a blonde, blue eyed beauty studying stage and film production at an acting school in Bloomsbury, London. She is also totally bi-sexual. Sammi came with me on a little tour I made in Yorkshire and Derbyshire when I had a number of interviews over a three day period. That meant staying two nights in hotels, which was lovely. "Would you move all the way up here?" The Essex girl asked as we had dinner together in the hotel dining room in Harrogate. "I might, why not?" I smiled back at my beautiful, young, sexy and very available dining partner and girl friend. "Well it's up North aint it." "So?" "Well they speak funny don't they and things are different up here." "Yes Sammi that's why I might move here, things are different, I'm different, I want to do different things," I told her as we went up in the rickety lift to our room on the fifth floor. "What do you mean different things?" She asked as she stepped out of her jeans and I pulled her tee shirt over her head baring her small breasts that rarely had the dubious benefit of a bra, but then with the pertness and firmness of her youth, her B cups didn't need any support. Now in just a tiny pale blue thong she looked so young, slightly vulnerable, but massively sexy; I could hardly wait to fuck her, so I didn't. * In the end I took a post as a Junior Lecturer in Creative Writing at a redbrick university just outside Whitby in North Yorkshire. It was the beauty of the national park and the sparkling eyes, nice grin and tight bum of the male head of the Arts Department that swung it for me. During the three months waiting to take up the post at the start of the autumn term in early October, I visited the area a few times. I rented a three-bedroomed cottage some six miles away from the college in a delightful village that nestled in the moors and ordered some furniture and other stuff. I found an older lady and her husband who would look after the place until I got there and then would clean the place and tend to the quite large gardens after I moved in. I found a gym and joined that and checked out the local pubs and restaurants. As my start day approached I found myself becoming excited, but strangely apprehensive as well. I wanted change for sure, but was I going too far? I had never lived 'oop north,' I knew no one up there; I had a new job and a new home. What the fuck had I done, I thought many times? Standing in front of the mixed gender class of eighteen to twenty two year olds as I prepared to deliver my first lesson I was hellishly nervous. I was wearing an on the knee length skirt and thin wool sweater, which on reflection I had thought in the ladies just prior to entering the class, was probably a little too tight for it seemed to mould itself to my boobs which lately had bloated up to DD at least, the bastards. "Good morning everybody," I said in the most friendly yet firm voice I could muster. "I'm Amanda Williams and I am here to teach you about creative writing." * "No stand up straighter," Sammi had coached me the last time we'd been together in the Docklands apartment. She had persuaded me that a part of teaching was acting, something they hadn't told me at the teacher training college. "Body language, voice tones, personal projection, use of hands and movement are all part of communications" she'd explained as I stood naked in the main bedroom of my cottage. "People take in more of how something is said than what is said," she told me. We had just had sex. Good sex, but then the sex between us was always good and today's was no exception. Sammi has a fabulous tongue and boy does she know how to use it. After we'd both made the other climax by using our fingers on the other's clit and pussy, we'd showered together and had a couple of glasses of wine. "Lay on the sofa," she'd said in a rather stern way. Although we are quite mutual in our lovemaking, Sammi does have a slightly dominating nature at times, which suits me fine for I am naturally fairly submissive. I undid the towel that I'd wrapped round me, let it fall to the floor and stared at my young, blonde lover. God did she look good. She really is a Lolita for her face has such a youthful innocence that is quite belied by her womanly body and sexual behaviour. She was also wrapped in a towel, a canary yellow one, which emphasised her golden hair and stunning blue eyes and showed off her tanned skin and the freckles on her chest and shoulders. "No on your front," she growled as I went to lie on my back. I turned over as I asked. "Does that come off" nodding at her towel? "When I'm ready," she replied running her fingertips down my back and smacking me lightly on my bum. "Mmmmm, nice." She caressed the slightly oversized cheeks of my full bum and then ran her fingers between them. "No, change of plan." "What?" "Get up." I stood up. "Bend over the arm of the sofa." "Why?" "Because stupid I am going to lick your arse until I make you cum. And she did just that for the next ten minutes or so. * Teaching, or lecturing as they prefer to call at colleges, really is like riding a bike, or having sex in a way; no matter how long since you last did it, everything comes back when you do it again. As nervous as I was that very first lesson, by the second or third day I felt fine. Overall, the groups I gave lectures to were pretty good. Attending the creative writing sessions was optional. It was offered as training in support of the drama courses, as an aid to the programmes that had a large writing element and as part of the business studies process to teach how to produce formal and informal reports and compose copy for ads and promotional material. I was required to give two hour and a half long lectures each day and handle a few two or three person tutorials. I thought having such small numbers in the tutorials was rather inefficient and felt that groups of four would be better. I made a mental note to mention it to Bryan Higgins the Head of the Arts Department and the man with the pert bum and nice smile during my bi-weekly one-to-one that he had with all of his staff. When he had told me about the way he worked including the one-to-one meetings, the devastating smile he flashed as he said it made me almost ask if they were over dinner in my cottage or, maybe over a pillow in my bed. I didn't of course, but I was tempted. The lack of sex of any sort, I hadn't seen Sammi for three weeks and hadn't been with a man for months, was getting to me. I felt almost permanently frustrated, I masturbated nearly every night, read, generally disappointing, but occasionally exciting, stories on Literotica. I had even taken to looking at some female porn sites such as ifeelmyself.com and masturbating along with watching women do that; something I fully recommend. I settled into both the new job and location during October and November. I made friends with three female teachers, got to know some people in the village, joined a local golf club, started bridge lessons and threw myself into the university social life. "Have you dated any of the staff" one of the students in my creative writing group asked me as we danced at a student union ballroom dancing evening that the lecturers were encouraged to attend. I went to most of the events mainly in the hope that my boss Bryan would be there and he might take me in his arms and press himself against me. No such luck, though, for the only one he attended he brought his wife with him and she scowled at me all evening; someone must have told her that there was a new female lecturer who was divorced and had long, unruly chestnut coloured hair and big tits; a combination that seems to be anathema to many wives! "No Neil I haven't" I replied. "What about any of the students?" "Of course not" I snapped back rather sharply. "Why of course not, it's not unknown." "It's frowned upon and in any case you're all young enough to be my children." Pulling me slightly closer as we coped with the intricacies of the foxtrot he said into my ear. "Well that's the attraction to some of us." "Really?" Was all I could muster as a reply as I felt his bulge pressing into my tummy. "Oh yes loads of us have this thing about older women" he whispered, letting his hand slip down my back a little until it was almost touching my bum, making me feel thankful that the lights had been dimmed. "It's a bit like a contagion, with you." "What do you mean?" "The Williams disease is spreading like wildfire." "Now, now Neil." "Now now what, Amanda?" "You know what I'm saying." "And you should know what I am saying." "No I don't" I rather unwisely replied as he pulled me even closer and squeezed my breasts against his chest. "It's simple." "Is it?" "Yes, I fancy you." "Neil we'd better stop this." "Why?" "Because we should, it's wrong." Fortunately the dance ended and I was able to escape. Later that evening in the bedroom of my cottage I could hardly believe what came into my mind as my fingers unfolded the pink 'petals' guarding my clit. It was Neil's face, then his bare chest, then his naked body, then his erect dick and then, as I rubbed my clit faster than I usually do, he fucked me. * I was lecturing the next day to the group that Neil attended. As I stood in front of the fourteen guys and six girls I could feel his eyes on me all the time. I glanced at him several times; he smiled at me and was very attentive, but didn't seem to make any notes at all. As I rambled on about the use of short sentences in a far less structured way than I usually do, my mind went back to the previous night. I had started to undress when I feIt myself becoming aroused. As I usually do, I stroked my fingertips across my nipples and then pinched them to their full hardness. I slipped my thong off and laid on the bed, one hand squeezing and caressing my tits the other finding my clit. I couldn't help looking straight at Neil, when I recalled the vision of him coming into my mind and us having sex as I masturbated. His gaze and smile seemed to be saying that he knew all about that, which of course, was ridiculous. His gaze also seemed to undress me so I stood there completely naked delivering my lecture. He could see my full, slightly drooping tits with the coral pink nipples, the slight bulge of my stomach where I hadn't been as strict after childbirth as I should have been, my patch of neatly trimmed, but only once shaved, tawny pubic hair, with my lips poking through and my thighs, which although slightly chunky, thankfully had no cellulite. "Thought any more about it Amanda?" He asked when he stayed behind after the rest had gone. "About what?" I replied feeling flustered as I gathered my papers and books together. "Us." "What do you mean us Neil?" "You know what I mean." "I don't." "I want to date you." "Date me?" "Yes go out together." "Neil I am forty four, twenty four years older than you." "Wonderful, that excites me." "It might excite you, but it would look ridiculous." "To who?" "Anyone who sees us together." "Ok then we can stay in instead." I laughed at his cheek and walked out * "Well go with him" Sammi said when she came to the cottage the next weekend. We were in bed. We'd been out to dinner. I'd explained to the pub owner that my niece was visiting for the weekend and as I had said that I wondered if later I might be explaining that my nephew was visiting me! As usual, immediately we had got home we'd had sex. Then we'd gone to bed and I had told her about Neil. "Sammi you don't mean that do you." "Yes of course, you want a man don't you, for sex I mean?" "Er I'm not sure, I have you," I replied cupping her nice little boob. "Yes, but you want a cock as well don't you? One of these" she went on turning the vibrator on that she had taken from the bedside drawer where she knew I kept it. 'Oh fuck' I thought to myself as she ran the buzzing toy across my nipples, 'Sara is coming up soon and she might meet the publican and he could say something about 'your cousin.' That worried me, but as Sammi pressed the vibrating plastic right against my clit all such concerns were washed from my mind. "Oh god Sammi" I groaned reaching out and grabbing the soft flesh of her pert bum. "Is it good Mands?" She asked pressing the tip of it against my lips. "Good isn't the word" I groaned opening my legs and raising my knees. She pushed the buzzing vibrator into me. It went up and up and up until only the screw top end was visible between my lips. We kissed and I got my hand between her legs, slipping a couple of fingers into her warm wetness. "I'm going to fuck you now Amanda." "Yes Sammi yes." She started pushing the eight or so inches of black, hard plastic deep into me and then pulling it almost out. "Just think this could be Neil. He would be as hard as this I reckon and maybe as big" she said into my ear, just before she pushed the tip of her tongue into it. "I couldn't go with him, he's too young and in any case he's one of my students" I groaned as the sensations created by the vibrator rushed through me. "He's nearly as old as me Aunty" Sami replied using the nickname she sometimes called me. "And you'll be amazed at how young guys can fuck" she said using the toy just like a man uses his cock" "How do you mean?" I grunted. As I started she croaked. "Rock hard again in under an hour and four or five times a night." After she'd gone back to Essex I thought a lot about what she'd said. The basic premise Sammi made was that 'if you want it, do it' and that 'if it feels ok it is ok.' I realised they were very much the sentiments of today's youth, but they did have both a certain appeal and sense to them. Over the next couple of weeks Neil was in my mind a lot of the time. Not only when I masturbated, which was now every day, but also when I wasn't masturbating. Suddenly his tall, lean form would be there in the front of my mind. I would see his thin, angular face, his quite long, light brown hair, his green eyes and beautifully full lips. And of course I would see his naked body and his big, hard cock that would get hard again so quickly after fucking me. He was, I knew, becoming a sexual obsession. A Lecturer and Her Students Ch. 01 I told Sammi that on the phone. We spoke most evenings, often just as we were both going to or, were in bed with the inevitable consequences, phone sex and mutual masturbation. * "Can I give you a lift Ms Williams" Neil said pulling up alongside me as I stood at the bus stop one morning a couple of weeks later. "Thanks Neil that would be great" I replied. Getting in the low car I was aware that my lowish cut top probably gaped a bit for I saw his eyes on my chest and as I sat down my skirt probably rode up a little more than was ideal. With autumn now well in place I was, thankfully wearing tights so I didn't 'flash the flesh' as I would had my legs been bare. "So why ma'am are you slumbing it?" He asked as we pulled away. "My car has a problem and it's being repaired." We chatted away about university matters as we sped along the main road to the university. We were then in ten minutes or so and to my relief he didn't say anything out of place. Being so close to the main subject of my masturbating over the past few weeks was hard to handle. I found myself becoming aroused as I looked at him and thought of the things we'd done together in my fantasies. This is insane, I thought as I got out of the car in the students' car park. "Thanks for the lift Neil." "You're most welcome" he replied pointedly looking me up and down. "You look great Amanda" he added making me feel flustered. "Thank you" I replied looking away from him. "What time you off today?" "Er around three, why?" "I'll give you a lift." "No that's fine Neil; it's kind of you, but no thanks." He persisted and I relented and thanked him. To be truthful the idea of him giving me a lift home in the traffic that I knew would be awful and would slow the journey quite appealed for I would get to spend some time with him. Jesus, I thought I'm getting like a teenager with a crush, I must be going fucking mad. When I got to the car at just after three he was standing beside it and his friend Paul was in the back. We all said our hellos and were soon on our way. The traffic going out of town was, as usual, horrendous and we talked about why it was always so bad without defining a cause or reason. When we were probably just a couple of miles from where we needed to turn off the main road into the lane that leads to my village, Neil absolutely flabbergasted me. "So have you thought any more about us Amanda?" I didn't know what to say. It would have been difficult enough if it was just him and me, but with Paul in the back it was an impossible situation. "Neil please" was about all I could think of saying. "Please what Amanda?" He retorted causing Paul to laugh. "You know what I mean." "I don't and I'm not sure you do either." "I do." "Do what?" "Know what I mean." "And that is?" "That there is nothing between us and I don't want to talk about it." "What in front of Paul you mean." "Yes." "So you would if he wasn't here?" He replied his quick mind and verbal skills putting me well on the back foot. "No, look, stop trying to confuse me." "It's not confuse that I want to do to you, along with pretty much every male student Paul included. Right Paul?" "Spot on Neil." "What do you mean?" I asked as I became even more confused. We were at a standstill and he looked right into my eyes as he said quietly. "You must know Amanda that we would all like to shag you." I couldn't speak. There wasn't really any response I could reasonably make. "Has that shocked you?" Paul asked from the back. "Yes" I said sharply. "What, that men want to have sex with you is a shock?" Neil asked. "Well no, but the way you put it is. I keep telling you I'm old enough to be your mother." "And Amanda, I keep telling you that a lot of us, Paul and me included like older women, it's most young men's biggest fantasy." Sitting there at a standstill in the traffic the whole situation was sexually Kafkaesque. I was tempted to get out and walk, but couldn't bring myself to do that. "Can we just leave it please?" I asked. "We can't Amanda" Paul said from the back. "When you stand in front delivering your lectures we all fantasise about you." "You don't." "I can assure we do, all of us all the time. I am now aren't you Neil?" "Of course. I do every time I look at her." They were talking about me as if I wasn't there. I was in part horrified, shocked and embarrassed, but in part also excited and, I suppose, flattered at what they were saying. In some ways I was thinking wouldn't any woman approaching middle age be flattered by two young, attractive men saying how wonderful they think she is and how much they want her. "Will you please stop" I said turning to Neil and then looking over my shoulder at Paul." They simply ignored that. "And in the tutorials, well" Paul said referring to the small groups I had to run with two or three students. "Oh shit, man I don't hear a thing she says, I'm so carried away with thinking what if?" Despite my maturity and my position as their lecturer I had no idea how to handle them. I was realising that I was out of my depth. "You must realise it Amanda" Paul said the finger on his hand that was on the back my seat touching my shoulder. "I didn't reply." "You must realise what your body does to us young men and how we fancy you so much" Neil said "No I don't" I half lied. Of course, like most women I usually do recognise when a man fancies me. Being fairly large busted I have also come to recognise the look, stares and leers that my chest induces. I had seen it with some of the students and of course in my masturbation fantasies the student sitting beside me has taken that much further. In them he has sucked, chewed and licked my DD cup breasts, he has fucked my cleavage and several times he has cum on them. Those thoughts kept sneaking into my mind as we crawled along in the Mini with him and Paul friend saying such intimate things about me. "You aren't serious Amanda are?" "How, in which respect?" "That you don't realise the effect you have on men." "Ok yes I can see that you might fantasise about me, it's a common thing isn't it, but you shouldn't try to fulfil that fantasy" I said probably unwisely for I opened up another line of conversation. "Why not?" "Fantasies are just that, they're unattainable." "Not all and I don't think Paul's and my fantasy about you is Amanda." "I won't ask what that is?" I said smiling. "I'm happy to tell you, after all you are our teacher and counsellor aren't you?" "For educational matters yes." Neil fixed me with that cool gaze of his, smiled and said. "Amanda I can assure there is nothing that is more educational than this. It's of far greater significance than bloody creative writing." Again I couldn't help smiling at both his cheek and logic. "Well I'm not paid to educate you that way." "Well you could always do it for charity, a good will gesture" Paul offered from the back. As we finished off the journey over the next ten minutes the conversation was lighter, but still flirty and revolved around their fantasy of me. "Don't you have fantasies Amanda?" "No." "No, are you sure? I'm told lots of older women do." "Well not that I would tell you about?" Again that locking of gazes and that knowing smile. "Anyone I know?" He embarrassed me by asking as I am sure I went red. We pulled up outside my cottage. "Thanks Neil" I said opening the door. "How about a cup of tea as payment for the lift, we'll pick you up tomorrow as well if you like." I know I should have been stronger and more resistant. I know I should have simply said no. I know I should have not played with the fire, but I didn't and quickly I was making tea in my kitchen as they sat in my, still to be finished lounge. "I'm afraid I haven't finished furnishing yet" I explained. In fact the only seating in the lounge was the large four seater sofa over one of the arms of which Sammi had bent me and made oral love to my arse. That came into my mind when I brought the cups in and saw that Neil was sitting on that arm. The shorter sturdier Paul was sitting on the sofa. I leaned forward to give them their cups and knew that was a bad mistake for my top gaped. I saw both sets of eyes focus on where my top gaped and I knew that they would see my cleavage, a goodly part of each boob and my white, lace bra. What a fucking stupid thing to do, I thought as I caught their eyes and they smiled. "Very nice Amanda" Neil said. Again why I made such a crass remark I don't know. "The tea?" They both smiled and Paul said. "Well that as well, but the view was better." "Now, now." "Come and sit here" Neil said patting the sofa between them. "No I'm fine here" I replied standing across a coffee table from them. "Don't be daft it's the only other seat." Stupidly maybe I went and sat there and he slid down from the arm to sit beside me. I started to talk about university life, but that was no good, it got me nowhere. Neil added. "You are divorced aren't you Amanda?" "Yes I am." "I'm sorry" he said sounding sincere. "That's ok, I'm over it now." "How long that's been?" Paul asked "Divorced for nine months, apart for almost two years." "Do you have a boy friend?" Neil asked. "No, no I don't" I replied finishing my tea and putting the mug down on the table hoping they would take that as a hint and start to leave. They didn't. "Looking for one?" "No, not especially." "How do you cope?" Neil asked. "How do you mean?" "Sexually" was his bombshell answer. "That's far enough Neil" I said as I felt Paul's hip touching mine. "It must be difficult after years of regular sex" he said. "Just leave it please" I said as Neil turned sideways to look at me and his knee touched mine. In a very gentle voice and with his stunning blue eyes boring into mine he whispered. "Do you miss it very much Amanda?" I couldn't reply. I knew he would see through a lie, but there was no way I could tell them that I missed sex every second of every day and that my body was crying out to be sexually serviced right at this moment. "Do you?" He repeated not moving his knee from mine. "Well Amanda?" Paul said his leg now touching mine from my hip to me knee. "Oh no stop please." Neil put his hand on my arm, just beneath my shoulder. "I don't think you really mean that do you?" "Yes, yes I do, I do." I felt Paul's arm slide round my waist, his hand rested on my hip. "We don't think so" he said squeezing me. "No we don't Amanda" Neil said his face moving closer to mine. "Do you want to tell us about those fantasies?" He asked. Shit somehow he knows I think about him, I thought, as his hand ran down my bare arm and held my hand. "We don't mind telling you about ours do we Paul." "No we don't do you want to hear Amanda?" Paul asked as I felt his mouth on my head in my long hair. He kissed my head as Neil lifted my hand and kissed the palm of that. His arm went round my shoulder. "No, this has to stop, its crazy, its madness." "No it isn't Amanda, its what you want, you want us as we want you." "Stop, please please stop" I half-heartedly implored them. "It's like our fantasy" Paul was saying as he licked the side of my neck and slid the tip of his tongue into my ear. "Oh god" I groaned loving the feel of that. "We imagine undressing you Amanda" Neil said as he pulled on the arm of my top and slid it along my shoulder exposing my bra strap. At the same time I felt Paul's hand slip inside my top at the back. "We imagine seeing your breasts, your awesome breasts, your instant hard on breasts" Neil went on as Paul's hand slid up my back, his fingers slipping under my bra strap. I felt as though I was being hypnotised. The words and phrases washed over me sending such erotic feelings rushing through me. I was being orally seduced and I seemed to have no way of stopping them. "No Neil, Paul no" I groaned the sensations from their hands on my bare flesh roaring through me. "We think of sucking your nipples and squeezing your big, soft tits, do you like that Amanda?" Neil asked as I felt Paul fiddling at the clasp on my bra strap. "Do you like your tits being sucked teacher?" "Stop, let me go, leave me" I begged, probably meaning just the opposite. Neil's hand found my breast. I grunted with the pleasure it gave me. "You want it don't you?" "No you're too young. You're my students." Things were spinning out of control. I was losing it. I could 'hear' myself thinking 'why not' instead of no. Paul was kissing my neck as he undid my bra; I felt powerless to stop him. Neil was whispering. "Let me see your breasts Amanda, let us see your wonderful tits." I was then put completely over the top. I was leaning back against Paul with my eyes closed although I was still making token efforts for them to stop. Neil took hold of my hand and pulled it. My entire body jerked and my mind was filled with such want when he put my hand right on his bare cock, which unbeknown to me he had got out from his jeans. Paul quickly did the same thing and I was in this incredulous position of holding two cocks in my hands at the same time. I knew that I should stop them; I knew that I should be stronger and I knew that what I was doing was crazy. But then since parting from Kevin my whole fucking life had become crazy. Other than one mad period when I'd had a six month affair, I had been totally faithful to him and had expected us to be together for the rest of my life. Finding him being unfaithful for the third time blew me away and I kicked him out. That was the signal for my craziness to begin. The very night he went I spent in the arms and then the bed of a female neighbour. I found chat rooms, I found cybering and I made online friends with whom I had phone sex. I read Literotica, I looked at female porn and I started to write erotic stories. After the divorce became final I had a six month spell of 'putting it around' and I slept with six or seven guys, but then I saw sense and stopped. That's when I met Sammi and started my bisexual, lipstick lesbian affair with her. I tried telling myself that I had become sexually liberated; another view was that I had lost my morals and standards regarding sex. My shout on is that after finding out how unfaithful Kevin had been and meeting online so many men who cheated, that it was a bit of goose and gander for me. The bottom line, I guess, is that I have come to see sex for what it really is, simply a process, just like having a great meal, well maybe! As Paul undid my bra and pulled the straps over my shoulders and Neil pushed the front of my top down, Sammi's advice came to mind 'if you want it, do it' and that 'if it feels ok it is ok.' Still holding the two, what seemed to me to be incredibly hard, pricks in my hands, I stopped resisting, both physically and, more significantly emotionally as between them they bared my breasts. "Oh yes Ms Williams," Paul sighed cupping my left breast. "Amanda they are fucking gorgeous" Neil grunted lifting my right breast and running his tongue across it. I sighed deeply, maybe even grunted as the two students gave me so much pleasure by stroking, squeezing, caressing, licking, chewing, kissing and sucking my breasts. I leaned back with my eyes closed and gave into the pleasure they were providing me. As they feasted themselves on my ample boobs so I felt their hands on my legs. They slipped up my skirt, which in any case was more than half way up my thighs. Two hands found my thong covered lips and clit and rubbed me there. I was near to cumming. One of them pulled my skirt right up so it was bunched round my hips, I even raised my bum for them. They pushed the thong to one side so they could get at my bare womanliness and my wetness; yes so they could get to my real cunt and not the make believe ones of my hands. It was amazing. It got more so as I felt both of them thrusting their hard youthful cocks in my hand. They were starting to fuck my hands and fingers. Their cocks surged further into my hands. I held them tighter forming two surrogate cunts for them as they went faster and even deeper. It was an incredible experience. Although I had masturbated Kevin many times and in my crazy period after the divorce came through I did that to a couple of other guys, I had never had my hands fucked before. I know I was moaning with pleasure from what their fingers were doing to me, but I suspect that some of that moaning was the result of my finger fucks. They moved so they were no longer lying beside me, but instead were kneeling so that I could see both of their cocks in my hands. I simply held my hands still and gripped their cocks hard enough to provide the necessary pressure, but not so much that they couldn't pump in and out. And like that with their fingers in me and their cocks in my hands we all climaxed. I had never seen so much cum as they spurted out. Alright there was the two of them, but each of them ejaculated so much more than Kevin or any of the other older, forty plus guys I'd been with had done. It was the spunk of youth I was thinking as my breasts were covered by their sticky, acrid goo. A Lecturer and Her Students Ch. 02 After the two twenty one year old students had left I was mortified. Ridden with guilt and shame I simply cried for ages, I didn't seem able to stop. How could I, a forty four year lecturer, have done what I did with them? Where would it lead I asked myself as I stood under the shower a couple of hours later? I was trying to wash all signs of them away from me. The crying was an effort to purge myself emotionally and I was now trying to cleanse myself physically. But how can I cleanse myself I questioned as vision after vision of the afternoon's events on my sofa flooded my mind? Visions of them stroking my hair, putting their hands up my sweater, cupping my breasts, removing my bra, taking my top off, rolling my skirt up and pulling my thong to one side? Sitting between them on the sofa I had let them paw me, caress me, suck me, kiss and lick me as they had pressed their wonderfully youthful and formidably hard cocks into my hands. I had let them finger me, rub my clit and my lips and push their fingers inside me, two from each of them at one time. And I had let them make me cum as I made them cum with my hands. And they completed fucking my hands by cumming on my breasts. Lecturing them and fourteen others the next day was horrible. Neil's and Paul's eyes hardly seemed to leave me as I wandered round the room explaining how creative writing had to be uncomplicated to work effectively. I felt abused and demeaned, yet full of guilt and remorse. I could hardly blame them could I? Maybe, and this was a real long shot, I could put the blame on the fact that I hadn't had sex with a man for months, but that was no excuse for letting two of my students seduce me as I had. There could be no excuse, reasons maybe, but with conventional standards and morals there could never be a justifiable reason for that. Unless of course simply wanting to have sex with two young men who wanted to have sex with me was a reason? That made me wonder. As they looked at me as I gave my lecture at the red brick North Yorkshire university, I guessed they were undressing me and seeing what they had seen yesterday. My full, slightly saggy, but nevertheless I was told often enough tasty, double D cup tits, my hardened nipples and large areola, my slightly bulging tum and my chunky(ish) thighs. I know that as I looked at Paul and Neil I couldn't help seeing what I had seen and held yesterday, their beautifully hard, young cocks. Even as I delivered the lecture I could feel my arousal increasing. What was happening to me? Although my car was still being repaired and the bus journey into town was complicated I rushed off before them to avoid them offering me lift as they had yesterday. * "Oh Sammi," I cried down the phone. "What is it Mands?" I told her broadly what had happened. "Good for you Aunty, was it fantastic?" I couldn't help smiling, almost laughing. "It's not funny Sammi." "No getting a great fuck isn't funny, it can be fantastic though Mands." "But Sammi I'm forty four, they are twenty or twenty one." "Yes and were their cocks as hard as I told you?" "Well yes actually they were" I told her feeling better already confiding in my young, bi lover. "And did you like that?" "Yes, yes I did." "And they made you cum?" "Yes they did." "And you got pleasure from that?" "Yes, I did." "So the problem is what exactly Amanda?" * "It's pouring down, real cats and dogs" I heard Neil saying from behind me as I walked down the main corridor in the college a few days later. I had avoided him and Paul since that afternoon, but I had thought a lot about them and what Sammi had said. She had a way of thinking and explaining things that seemed to make problems easy to understand. And she had done just that about Neil and Paul making me feel much better. As she'd said nobody's getting harmed, nobody else need know and if the two blokes spread it around then you can just fuck off can't you? One of the benefits of being filthy rich like you, she'd said. "I told you if you want to do it and if it feels right, then just fucking well do it" she'd said to me. I had told her how guilty I felt and she'd asked what I felt guilty about and I'd said their ages mainly. She'd pointed out that her age of twenty three was far nearer theirs than it was mine and said. "Do you feel such guilt making love to me?" Again her youthful outlook and modern pragmatism helped me to start coming to terms with the issue and finding it easier to live with myself; I was pleased I had told her, but that was the sort of relationship we'd developed over the past few months. She told me about her string of lovers, male and female and I told her about Neil and Paul, my only near lovers. "You've been avoiding me haven't you?" Neil asked. "Yes, I have" I replied turning and facing him. God he did look good and my mind was immediately filled with the recollections of holding his cock in my hand. "Why?" "You must know why" I was saying as Paul joined us. "Hi Mandy." "Hello Paul. "We coming round for tea again?" I smiled. "No I don't think so." "You gonna get the bus in this fucking rain then?" He sais swearing easily with me, somethinbg a student could never have done with a lecturer when I was at college "I'll have to." "Don't be daft, Neil will bring it right here" he said pointing to the road outside the doorway. "Ok fine thanks, a lift, but no coming in and no tea, right?" "Where are you going?" I asked when Neil turned off the main road into a lane well before the one that leads to my cottage. "You'll see, won't be a moment." The lane wound through some fields then into a wood. He pulled off the road into a small car park that was probably full in the summer, but was deserted now in the dusk of this autumn evening. "What's going on?" I naively asked as he stopped in one corner well away from the entrance and cut the engine. "You said no coming in and no tea" Neil said. "Yes, so?" "So we won't have to come in or have tea if we stay here will we?" He said as I felt Paul stroking my chestnut hair that I was wearing half up with ringlets hanging down my neck. I panicked a bit. It had been crazy enough the other day doing what we had in my cottage, but doing anything in a Mini parked in a forest car park where anyone including the police could come along struck me as being insane; exciting maybe, but sheer madness for a woman of my age and position. But why the hell was I thinking like that? Why the hell should I let anything happen, I was thinking as Neil slid his arm along the back of my seat. I leaned back away from him, but Paul's hand was against my neck stopping me going further. My thinking was messed up. I should just stop them, should just tell them to leave me alone. That's what I should do, that's what my mind was telling me, that's what my alter ego was suggesting. Stop them, insist they do nothing, but take you home. I knew that I should, but equally I knew they wouldn't. Worse of all as Neil leaned forward so his face was close to mine and looking right into my eyes cupped my breast and as Paul reached over my shoulder and cupped the other one, my body was contradicting my mind. That wasn't saying stop, that wasn't insisting that I didn't want them to touch me, that wasn't saying get away from them. No, that wasn't saying anything like that. My body was saying have more, take what they offer, you know you want it so have it. God the conflict between my social conditioning and my womanly needs was tremendous. "No" I muttered as the lovely feelings emanating from having my breasts caressed ran through me. I was wearing a mid calf length grey white and black patterned, quite thin skirt, with a white button right up the front blouse that was worn outside the waist of the skirt. Over that I was wearing a black sleeveless sweater that came down to my hips. I was wearing black tights and flat black shoes. "No what, Amanda?" one of them said. "I mean stop." "That's what you said the other day, but didn't mean it" Paul said from the back of the car as he kissed my head. "I did." "Did what?" Neil asked. "Mean it." "You couldn't have done" He said squeezing my breast with one hand and my leg, above my knee with the other. "I did mean it," I groaned keeping my legs tightly closed. "And I do now, so please stop." "That's exactly what you said then" Paul said as he slipped his hand inside the top of my sweater. "And I meant it." "If you really meant it Amanda why did you let us get your tits out, why did you let us finger fuck you?" Neil murmured His words were so powerful; basic yes, but in that small car with just the three of us they sounded so dramatic and had a strong affect on me. I didn't reply and Paul joined in. "Yes why did you let us see your tits and cunt, why did you hold our cocks, why did you do all of that" he said getting even more basic, but I'm afraid also more exciting. I whimpered. "I don't know" as I felt Neil pushing my skirt up and Paul opening the buttons on my blouse. "And why Amanda did you let us both cum over your big tits?" Neil said crushing practically any resistance I had left. I was nearly crying I was so confused and upset. "Don't" I whispered hoarsely. "Don't what?" They both asked as Paul's fingers got inside my blouse and found the skin of my right breast. "What you're doing." "We've hardly started, you know you want it Amanda, you know you want us." "No, no I don't" I groaned grabbing my skirt to stop Neil pushing it up my legs. "You do, you do Amanda" Neil said trying to push my skirt up. "I don't." "You do you want us to fuck you be honest, that's what you want isn't it two hard, young cocks to fuck you?" Neil eloquently, but crudely, if they are not contradictions in terms croaked. His words engulfed me, they washed over me, and they took me over. I was losing everything, my fight, my resistance and I suddenly began to realise my inhibitions. My mind went back to the afternoon with them in my cottage when I had so pitifully surrendered and then totally capitulated to them. I remembered how I felt as they had slowly persuaded my clothes off or pushed them away from my intimate parts and had completely exposed me. After feeling initially abused and demeaned those sensations had then changed and I had felt so excited, so aroused and so, how can I describe it, just right I suppose. The apprehension, the fear, the concerns, the social consideration and the inhibitions all left me and I went with my bodily as opposed to mind needs. I let them do precisely what they wanted to me, which coincidentally was precisely what I wanted. "You do Amanda" one of them was continuing. "You want to be fucked don't you?" "No not here, we can't" I very unwisely groaned as I heard Neil gun the engine and Paul say. "Maybe we can come in for a little more than tea then." "No, no," I groaned knowing full well that if they came into the cottage I would not be able to resist letting them go further. If I let them get inside my home I knew I would let them get inside my knickers, yes if they came inside the cottage they would certainly also come inside me. As we got to my cottage I looked at Neil and whispered. "Please Neil no," but I am sure he and Paul would have noted the lack of conviction. He raised his eyebrows and murmured. "No? Are you sure Mandy?" As he leaned across the gear stick and ran the back of his hand across my breasts sending a pang of want through me and making my nipples almost instantly harden. He cupped my breast and could inevitably feel that, he smiled. "You really don't mean that, come on?" He opened his door and quickly moved round the front of the Mini and opened my door. He reached in, gripped my hand and pulled me out and straight into his arms. I was pleased that it was dark for I had rather nosy neighbours. He pulled me hard against him and my heart pounded as I felt the full length of his erection pressed into my stomach. The thrill was quickly doubled when Paul came up behind me, put his arms round me, squeezed my boobs and pressed his erection hard against my bum. "Not here, come in" I said reluctantly, but with a huge expectation of the excitement and, I suppose, shame to come. It was an odd feeling unlocking my door and letting the two young guys into my house. I felt full of guilt as we went into the hallway, but also full of anticipation and sexual excitement. I couldn't believe what I was doing, but there was no way now that I could stop. In the dark they both put their arms round me and one after the other and then both at the same time they kissed and caressed me. I resisted at first, more I have to say for the sake of an unnecessary and unwanted by all the three of us sense of respectability, but quickly I was doing what my body demanded; I kissed them back. Considering how young they were, they kissed well and were more patient than I would have imagined youngsters would be, had I have thought about it, but their bodies and hands on me and their mouths on mine, discouraged such thoughts. Standing in the dark hallway lit just by the light from a lamppost some thirty feet away, their hands were all over my breasts, their mouths were all over my face and head and their erections were all over my stomach, thighs, upper legs and buttocks. My sweater came off and they undid the one or two buttons that Paul hadn't undone in the car on my blouse and that joined the sweater on the floor. Still kissing and slurping our mouths together they fumbled my double D at the time boobs out of my bra and pushed me back against the wall of the hallway. They each sucked a nipple and I found myself stroking their heads, running my fingers through their hair and pulling their faces harder against my boobs. As I leaned back against the wall their mouths on my breasts, I knew for sure what was coming next, what was inevitable. As logically as night follows day, so hands up a girl's skirt follows playing with her tits. One pair went up the front and rubbed my mound searching for my clit as the other stroked, pinched and squeezed the fullness of my bum inside my tights. Somehow and I have no idea how or who did it the button and zip on my skirt were undone and the garment slithered down my legs and I flipped it away from us with my foot. "Oh my God Amanda," Neil whispered standing back and looking at me. The black bra was wrinkled under my boobs and the two lumps of such sensitive flesh wobbled around hanging over the lace, satin and cotton of the cups. I was wearing black tights and under them a black thong. For some reason Paul said "Lean forward Amanda, let me take your bra off." Neil gave a little laugh. "If he gets to take your bra off Mandy, can I take your tights off?" My bra came off and my tits were bared for them; I was just wearing the thong and tights, they were both fully dressed. "A bit unfair isn't it?" I said looking meaningfully at them. They got my message and quickly almost tore their clothes off, but students don't wear much. "Better now?" Neil asked as they stood before naked and so hugely rampant that they made me gasp. I couldn't help smiling. "Hold on." I went to the front door and dead-locked it, just in case. I was now feeling better. I wouldn't say I was in charge, but I had gained a vestige of control and direction over what was happening. "Come on," I said walking towards the stairs very aware that their eyes would be on my bum and I probably accentuated my natural wiggle. "No stop it" I said grabbing the waist of my tights as one of them tried to pull them down. I ran up the last few stairs knowing full well that would make my tits fly all over the place. "In here" I went on opening the door to the guest room. It was fully furnished with a double bed wardrobe and dressing table and had an en suite bathroom with both a bath and shower. I went to the window and reaching out with both hands took hold of the curtains and started to pull them. I should have realised what a challenge my bare back, tights covered bum, spread arms and naked tits would be to two naked and erect twenty two year old students. Of course as I drew the curtains their hands came round me and grabbed my boobs and both cocks were pressed against me. It felt great. It felt even better though when two hands slid down my front and cupped my mound with one finger finding my clit. That sent such a surge of excitement through me that my body jerked and I grunted. "Was that nice?" Paul asked as they pulled me round so I faced them. "Yes it was," I muttered as Paul's finger stayed right on my clit pressing and rubbing. Pressed together the three of us moved slowly towards the bed. "Let me put a light on" Neil said. "I want to see you; I want to see your body Mandy." That excited me. But then it seemed that practically everything about these two young men did. I had never been with two men at the same time. Two women and a man yes, but not this threesome makeup. Somehow, though, having two men at the same time didn't seem that extreme or that outrageous. Yes, that it was me a forty four year old mother and two twenty year olds may well have been extreme and outrageous. That it was me a university lecturer and two of my students was both extreme and outrageous, but that I was taking two men to my bed wasn't. Just how my mind worked that out I have no idea, but I was now fully attuned to having these two young men fuck me. "Wait" I said as Paul went to turn on the bedside lamp. "Get on the bed." I watched the two of them lay on the bed seemingly totally unselfconscious about both their nudity and their erections. They left a gap between them, presumably for me. Room for the meat in the sandwich, I thought smiling as I walked out of the room wondering if they had any gay tendencies or experiences with each other. The prospect of seeing them doing something together did have an appeal, I thought, as I slipped my tights off on the landing out of their sight and switched on a light that I knew would brighten the bedroom. I thought about removing my thong as well, but remembered that my ex always used to say that a woman is far sexier wearing something than nothing. I walked back in with the light behind me so they probably wouldn't realise at first that I'd removed my tights. "Come and lay here Mandy" Neil said patting the bed between them. I walked across the room and went to climb onto the bed. "Oh fucking hell Mandy. Paul look at that." "What the fuck do you think I'm looking at dickhead?" I lay between them and again they were all over me, but then I was also a little all over them. We kissed a lot and their hands and mouths were on my breasts and nipples as mine found their cocks and balls. They felt wonderful and momentarily I wondered whether we would have a repeat performance of them finger fucking me and me giving them my hands as cunts to fuck. I needn't have been concerned. "Oh Mandy, I so want to fuck you" Neil groaned. "As I do too" Paul chimed in as I rubbed both cocks and they guys rubbed my breasts. "Ok Mandy?" Neil asked. "Yes" I whispered. I was quite amazed at just how relaxed I felt; surprised at how I could be accepting so apparently easily that I was going to be fucked by two twenty two year olds. I was incredulous that my reply was. "Who's going to be first?" "Why have a first?" "What do you mean?" "You've got more than one place Amanda." "Neil, I don't do anal." "I didn't mean that, you've got a mouth, you've got tits." And that is how the pair of them first fucked me. Foolishly in retrospect I didn't insist on them wearing condoms, but then I was so out of the sex scene it hardly entered my head as first Neil and then Paul entered my body. A Lecturer & Her Students Ch. 02 After the two twenty one year old students had left I was mortified. Ridden with guilt and shame I simply cried for ages, I didn't seem able to stop. How could I, a forty four year lecturer, have done what I did with them? Where would it lead I asked myself as I stood under the shower a couple of hours later? I was trying to wash all signs of them away from me. The crying was an effort to purge myself emotionally and I was now trying to cleanse myself physically. But how can I cleanse myself I questioned as vision after vision of the afternoon's events on my sofa flooded my mind? Visions of them stroking my hair, putting their hands up my sweater, cupping my breasts, removing my bra, taking my top off, rolling my skirt up and pulling my thong to one side? Sitting between them on the sofa I had let them paw me, caress me, suck me, kiss and lick me as they had pressed their wonderfully youthful and formidably hard cocks into my hands. I had let them finger me, rub my clit and my lips and push their fingers inside me, two from each of them at one time. And I had let them make me cum as I made them cum with my hands. And they completed fucking my hands by cumming on my breasts. Lecturing them and fourteen others the next day was horrible. Neil's and Paul's eyes hardly seemed to leave me as I wandered round the room explaining how creative writing had to be uncomplicated to work effectively. I felt abused and demeaned, yet full of guilt and remorse. I could hardly blame them could I? Maybe, and this was a real long shot, I could put the blame on the fact that I hadn't had sex with a man for months, but that was no excuse for letting two of my students seduce me as I had. There could be no excuse, reasons maybe, but with conventional standards and morals there could never be a justifiable reason for that. Unless of course simply wanting to have sex with two young men who wanted to have sex with me was a reason? That made me wonder. As they looked at me as I gave my lecture at the red brick North Yorkshire university, I guessed they were undressing me and seeing what they had seen yesterday. My full, slightly saggy, but nevertheless I was told often enough tasty, double D cup tits, my hardened nipples and large areola, my slightly bulging tum and my chunky(ish) thighs. I know that as I looked at Paul and Neil I couldn't help seeing what I had seen and held yesterday, their beautifully hard, young cocks. Even as I delivered the lecture I could feel my arousal increasing. What was happening to me? Although my car was still being repaired and the bus journey into town was complicated I rushed off before them to avoid them offering me lift as they had yesterday. * "Oh Sammi," I cried down the phone. "What is it Mands?" I told her broadly what had happened. "Good for you Aunty, was it fantastic?" I couldn't help smiling, almost laughing. "It's not funny Sammi." "No getting a great fuck isn't funny, it can be fantastic though Mands." "But Sammi I'm forty four, they are twenty or twenty one." "Yes and were their cocks as hard as I told you?" "Well yes actually they were" I told her feeling better already confiding in my young, bi lover. "And did you like that?" "Yes, yes I did." "And they made you cum?" "Yes they did." "And you got pleasure from that?" "Yes, I did." "So the problem is what exactly Amanda?" * "It's pouring down, real cats and dogs" I heard Neil saying from behind me as I walked down the main corridor in the college a few days later. I had avoided him and Paul since that afternoon, but I had thought a lot about them and what Sammi had said. She had a way of thinking and explaining things that seemed to make problems easy to understand. And she had done just that about Neil and Paul making me feel much better. As she'd said nobody's getting harmed, nobody else need know and if the two blokes spread it around then you can just fuck off can't you? One of the benefits of being filthy rich like you, she'd said. "I told you if you want to do it and if it feels right, then just fucking well do it" she'd said to me. I had told her how guilty I felt and she'd asked what I felt guilty about and I'd said their ages mainly. She'd pointed out that her age of twenty three was far nearer theirs than it was mine and said. "Do you feel such guilt making love to me?" Again her youthful outlook and modern pragmatism helped me to start coming to terms with the issue and finding it easier to live with myself; I was pleased I had told her, but that was the sort of relationship we'd developed over the past few months. She told me about her string of lovers, male and female and I told her about Neil and Paul, my only near lovers. "You've been avoiding me haven't you?" Neil asked. "Yes, I have" I replied turning and facing him. God he did look good and my mind was immediately filled with the recollections of holding his cock in my hand. "Why?" "You must know why" I was saying as Paul joined us. "Hi Mandy." "Hello Paul. "We coming round for tea again?" I smiled. "No I don't think so." "You gonna get the bus in this fucking rain then?" He sais swearing easily with me, somethinbg a student could never have done with a lecturer when I was at college "I'll have to." "Don't be daft, Neil will bring it right here" he said pointing to the road outside the doorway. "Ok fine thanks, a lift, but no coming in and no tea, right?" "Where are you going?" I asked when Neil turned off the main road into a lane well before the one that leads to my cottage. "You'll see, won't be a moment." The lane wound through some fields then into a wood. He pulled off the road into a small car park that was probably full in the summer, but was deserted now in the dusk of this autumn evening. "What's going on?" I naively asked as he stopped in one corner well away from the entrance and cut the engine. "You said no coming in and no tea" Neil said. "Yes, so?" "So we won't have to come in or have tea if we stay here will we?" He said as I felt Paul stroking my chestnut hair that I was wearing half up with ringlets hanging down my neck. I panicked a bit. It had been crazy enough the other day doing what we had in my cottage, but doing anything in a Mini parked in a forest car park where anyone including the police could come along struck me as being insane; exciting maybe, but sheer madness for a woman of my age and position. But why the hell was I thinking like that? Why the hell should I let anything happen, I was thinking as Neil slid his arm along the back of my seat. I leaned back away from him, but Paul's hand was against my neck stopping me going further. My thinking was messed up. I should just stop them, should just tell them to leave me alone. That's what I should do, that's what my mind was telling me, that's what my alter ego was suggesting. Stop them, insist they do nothing, but take you home. I knew that I should, but equally I knew they wouldn't. Worse of all as Neil leaned forward so his face was close to mine and looking right into my eyes cupped my breast and as Paul reached over my shoulder and cupped the other one, my body was contradicting my mind. That wasn't saying stop, that wasn't insisting that I didn't want them to touch me, that wasn't saying get away from them. No, that wasn't saying anything like that. My body was saying have more, take what they offer, you know you want it so have it. God the conflict between my social conditioning and my womanly needs was tremendous. "No" I muttered as the lovely feelings emanating from having my breasts caressed ran through me. I was wearing a mid calf length grey white and black patterned, quite thin skirt, with a white button right up the front blouse that was worn outside the waist of the skirt. Over that I was wearing a black sleeveless sweater that came down to my hips. I was wearing black tights and flat black shoes. "No what, Amanda?" one of them said. "I mean stop." "That's what you said the other day, but didn't mean it" Paul said from the back of the car as he kissed my head. "I did." "Did what?" Neil asked. "Mean it." "You couldn't have done" He said squeezing my breast with one hand and my leg, above my knee with the other. "I did mean it," I groaned keeping my legs tightly closed. "And I do now, so please stop." "That's exactly what you said then" Paul said as he slipped his hand inside the top of my sweater. "And I meant it." "If you really meant it Amanda why did you let us get your tits out, why did you let us finger fuck you?" Neil murmured His words were so powerful; basic yes, but in that small car with just the three of us they sounded so dramatic and had a strong affect on me. I didn't reply and Paul joined in. "Yes why did you let us see your tits and cunt, why did you hold our cocks, why did you do all of that" he said getting even more basic, but I'm afraid also more exciting. I whimpered. "I don't know" as I felt Neil pushing my skirt up and Paul opening the buttons on my blouse. "And why Amanda did you let us both cum over your big tits?" Neil said crushing practically any resistance I had left. I was nearly crying I was so confused and upset. "Don't" I whispered hoarsely. "Don't what?" They both asked as Paul's fingers got inside my blouse and found the skin of my right breast. "What you're doing." "We've hardly started, you know you want it Amanda, you know you want us." "No, no I don't" I groaned grabbing my skirt to stop Neil pushing it up my legs. "You do, you do Amanda" Neil said trying to push my skirt up. "I don't." "You do you want us to fuck you be honest, that's what you want isn't it two hard, young cocks to fuck you?" Neil eloquently, but crudely, if they are not contradictions in terms croaked. His words engulfed me, they washed over me, and they took me over. I was losing everything, my fight, my resistance and I suddenly began to realise my inhibitions. My mind went back to the afternoon with them in my cottage when I had so pitifully surrendered and then totally capitulated to them. I remembered how I felt as they had slowly persuaded my clothes off or pushed them away from my intimate parts and had completely exposed me. After feeling initially abused and demeaned those sensations had then changed and I had felt so excited, so aroused and so, how can I describe it, just right I suppose. The apprehension, the fear, the concerns, the social consideration and the inhibitions all left me and I went with my bodily as opposed to mind needs. I let them do precisely what they wanted to me, which coincidentally was precisely what I wanted. "You do Amanda" one of them was continuing. "You want to be fucked don't you?" "No not here, we can't" I very unwisely groaned as I heard Neil gun the engine and Paul say. "Maybe we can come in for a little more than tea then." "No, no," I groaned knowing full well that if they came into the cottage I would not be able to resist letting them go further. If I let them get inside my home I knew I would let them get inside my knickers, yes if they came inside the cottage they would certainly also come inside me. As we got to my cottage I looked at Neil and whispered. "Please Neil no," but I am sure he and Paul would have noted the lack of conviction. He raised his eyebrows and murmured. "No? Are you sure Mandy?" As he leaned across the gear stick and ran the back of his hand across my breasts sending a pang of want through me and making my nipples almost instantly harden. He cupped my breast and could inevitably feel that, he smiled. "You really don't mean that, come on?" He opened his door and quickly moved round the front of the Mini and opened my door. He reached in, gripped my hand and pulled me out and straight into his arms. I was pleased that it was dark for I had rather nosy neighbours. He pulled me hard against him and my heart pounded as I felt the full length of his erection pressed into my stomach. The thrill was quickly doubled when Paul came up behind me, put his arms round me, squeezed my boobs and pressed his erection hard against my bum. "Not here, come in" I said reluctantly, but with a huge expectation of the excitement and, I suppose, shame to come. It was an odd feeling unlocking my door and letting the two young guys into my house. I felt full of guilt as we went into the hallway, but also full of anticipation and sexual excitement. I couldn't believe what I was doing, but there was no way now that I could stop. In the dark they both put their arms round me and one after the other and then both at the same time they kissed and caressed me. I resisted at first, more I have to say for the sake of an unnecessary and unwanted by all the three of us sense of respectability, but quickly I was doing what my body demanded; I kissed them back. Considering how young they were, they kissed well and were more patient than I would have imagined youngsters would be, had I have thought about it, but their bodies and hands on me and their mouths on mine, discouraged such thoughts. Standing in the dark hallway lit just by the light from a lamppost some thirty feet away, their hands were all over my breasts, their mouths were all over my face and head and their erections were all over my stomach, thighs, upper legs and buttocks. My sweater came off and they undid the one or two buttons that Paul hadn't undone in the car on my blouse and that joined the sweater on the floor. Still kissing and slurping our mouths together they fumbled my double D at the time boobs out of my bra and pushed me back against the wall of the hallway. They each sucked a nipple and I found myself stroking their heads, running my fingers through their hair and pulling their faces harder against my boobs. As I leaned back against the wall their mouths on my breasts, I knew for sure what was coming next, what was inevitable. As logically as night follows day, so hands up a girl's skirt follows playing with her tits. One pair went up the front and rubbed my mound searching for my clit as the other stroked, pinched and squeezed the fullness of my bum inside my tights. Somehow and I have no idea how or who did it the button and zip on my skirt were undone and the garment slithered down my legs and I flipped it away from us with my foot. "Oh my God Amanda," Neil whispered standing back and looking at me. The black bra was wrinkled under my boobs and the two lumps of such sensitive flesh wobbled around hanging over the lace, satin and cotton of the cups. I was wearing black tights and under them a black thong. For some reason Paul said "Lean forward Amanda, let me take your bra off." Neil gave a little laugh. "If he gets to take your bra off Mandy, can I take your tights off?" My bra came off and my tits were bared for them; I was just wearing the thong and tights, they were both fully dressed. "A bit unfair isn't it?" I said looking meaningfully at them. They got my message and quickly almost tore their clothes off, but students don't wear much. "Better now?" Neil asked as they stood before naked and so hugely rampant that they made me gasp. I couldn't help smiling. "Hold on." I went to the front door and dead-locked it, just in case. I was now feeling better. I wouldn't say I was in charge, but I had gained a vestige of control and direction over what was happening. "Come on," I said walking towards the stairs very aware that their eyes would be on my bum and I probably accentuated my natural wiggle. "No stop it" I said grabbing the waist of my tights as one of them tried to pull them down. I ran up the last few stairs knowing full well that would make my tits fly all over the place. "In here" I went on opening the door to the guest room. It was fully furnished with a double bed wardrobe and dressing table and had an en suite bathroom with both a bath and shower. I went to the window and reaching out with both hands took hold of the curtains and started to pull them. I should have realised what a challenge my bare back, tights covered bum, spread arms and naked tits would be to two naked and erect twenty two year old students. Of course as I drew the curtains their hands came round me and grabbed my boobs and both cocks were pressed against me. It felt great. It felt even better though when two hands slid down my front and cupped my mound with one finger finding my clit. That sent such a surge of excitement through me that my body jerked and I grunted. "Was that nice?" Paul asked as they pulled me round so I faced them. "Yes it was," I muttered as Paul's finger stayed right on my clit pressing and rubbing. Pressed together the three of us moved slowly towards the bed. "Let me put a light on" Neil said. "I want to see you; I want to see your body Mandy." That excited me. But then it seemed that practically everything about these two young men did. I had never been with two men at the same time. Two women and a man yes, but not this threesome makeup. Somehow, though, having two men at the same time didn't seem that extreme or that outrageous. Yes, that it was me a forty four year old mother and two twenty year olds may well have been extreme and outrageous. That it was me a university lecturer and two of my students was both extreme and outrageous, but that I was taking two men to my bed wasn't. Just how my mind worked that out I have no idea, but I was now fully attuned to having these two young men fuck me. "Wait" I said as Paul went to turn on the bedside lamp. "Get on the bed." I watched the two of them lay on the bed seemingly totally unselfconscious about both their nudity and their erections. They left a gap between them, presumably for me. Room for the meat in the sandwich, I thought smiling as I walked out of the room wondering if they had any gay tendencies or experiences with each other. The prospect of seeing them doing something together did have an appeal, I thought, as I slipped my tights off on the landing out of their sight and switched on a light that I knew would brighten the bedroom. I thought about removing my thong as well, but remembered that my ex always used to say that a woman is far sexier wearing something than nothing. I walked back in with the light behind me so they probably wouldn't realise at first that I'd removed my tights. "Come and lay here Mandy" Neil said patting the bed between them. I walked across the room and went to climb onto the bed. "Oh fucking hell Mandy. Paul look at that." "What the fuck do you think I'm looking at dickhead?" I lay between them and again they were all over me, but then I was also a little all over them. We kissed a lot and their hands and mouths were on my breasts and nipples as mine found their cocks and balls. They felt wonderful and momentarily I wondered whether we would have a repeat performance of them finger fucking me and me giving them my hands as cunts to fuck. I needn't have been concerned. "Oh Mandy, I so want to fuck you" Neil groaned. "As I do too" Paul chimed in as I rubbed both cocks and they guys rubbed my breasts. "Ok Mandy?" Neil asked. "Yes" I whispered. I was quite amazed at just how relaxed I felt; surprised at how I could be accepting so apparently easily that I was going to be fucked by two twenty two year olds. I was incredulous that my reply was. "Who's going to be first?" "Why have a first?" "What do you mean?" "You've got more than one place Amanda." "Neil, I don't do anal." "I didn't mean that, you've got a mouth, you've got tits." And that is how the pair of them first fucked me. Foolishly in retrospect I didn't insist on them wearing condoms, but then I was so out of the sex scene it hardly entered my head as first Neil and then Paul entered my body. A Lecturer & Her Students Ch. 02 They turned me onto my side and Neil got behind me. He put his arms round me and squeezed and caressed my tits pressing them together and rolling each one around as he slid his cock between my legs. He got the bulbous head of it against my lips and as Paul slid his cock up my body he surged himself into me. I got that wondrous feeling as a cock whooshed up my cunt and filled me nearly to overflowing. At the same time Paul got his between my tits, which Neil pressed together, and he started to fuck my cleavage. They both kissed and caressed me as they rapidly brought me to my first orgasm. As I grunted and convulsed my way through that first climax neither of them came. Not showing the understanding of more experienced lovers who realise how tender and fragile a woman feels as she comes down from an orgasm, they continued their enthusiastic shagging of me. That was uncomfortable for a short while, but quickly things returned to normal and my body was soon being stimulated everywhere by their hands, fingers, mouths, tongues and, of course, their wonderfully hard young cocks. As I began my second orgasm so Neil was moaning that he was about to cum and then with no further warning, shot his load into me. It was odd really that 'the last man standing' was Paul, but that wasn't for long. He had his sturdy cock between my tits that I was now holding together. He was holding my head and pulling my hair as Neil, despite having just cum, was pinching my nipples and rubbing my clit. Paul was thrusting harder and faster between my tits just as if they were a real and not a simulated pussy. I was surprised that he didn't slip out from between my tits, replace Neil inside me and fuck me properly, but why should I care? Neil's cock, though softening, was still in me and my body was being stimulated in all the proper places as Paul titty fucked me. I held the cheeks of his arse which were almost level with my face. It was a gorgeous feeling. Whilst a young man's cock is wonderful, his arse is probably even more different and appealing than his forty something counterpart. Paul's was firm where it should be, yet soft when he relaxed his muscles; overall it felt wonderful in my hands. Then he groaned, he held himself stiff between my tits and moaned. "Oh fuck I'm cumming." Then his hot, sticky, acrid smelling cum shot up my chest and onto my face. There was loads of it, almost bucketfuls it seemed. I felt as though I was drowning in Paul's cum so much hit my face and chest. So much for youth I mused laying there letting his cum dry on me. As they both fell onto their backs I didn't know what to do. I also didn't know how I felt. Again showing their lack of experience they made no effort to comfort me during that immediate post fuck time when a woman is at her most sensitive. I got up, went to the bathroom off my room leaving the en suite off the guest room for them. As I cleaned myself up all my feelings of guilt and shame, I suppose, returned. It was clearly wrong. Any woman fucking two men could be considered to be wrong. A forty four year old divorced mother and university lecturer fucking two of her twenty two year old students would by most people be considered to be fucking terrible. But somehow, for some reason I didn't care. I had gone through the social respectability barrier, crashed past the being inhibited, and broken into new fields of discovery where there are no sexual morals, no barriers and nothing is taboo. In Sammi language, if you want it go for it and if it feels good, do it. Fucking and being fucked by Neil and Paul was both wanted by me and it had felt good as they fucked me. So, as I dried myself after washing all signs of both of them from me, I knew there would be more of the same and there I wasn't wrong. Wrapping myself in a towel I returned to the bedroom and standing in the doorway the light behind I said smiling. "Would you like that tea now?" "Great, thanks" Paul said. "Here or shall we come down?" "Up to you." "We'll come down" Neil shouted out as I was half way down the stairs. "Got anything stronger?" One of them asked as they got to the kitchen a few moments after me "Yes, beer, wine, vodka, what would you like?" They both asked for vodka and I got a bottle of Stolli from the fridge. "Like anything with it?" I asked turning round to face them. I shuddered when I saw them. Both naked, standing side by side leaning back against the work surface their youthful bodies seemed to leer at me. They were both wonderfully lithe and slim with hardly a spare ounce of weight on them. Neil had quite a hairy chest whilst Paul was almost bare. Neil was about six feet tall and Paul a couple of inches shorter, he was sturdily built whereas Neil was slender, but muscular. They both had reasonable sized without being huge dicks, with Neil's being slightly the longer and Paul's the thicker. Amazingly and hugely exciting to me they were both semi-erect. "Just water," Neil said catching my eye and smiling for he knew I had been staring at them. "No ice?" "No thanks "You've seen it all before Amanda." "Not really it was dark up stairs" I replied going over to the sink with the bottle and three glasses in my hands. "I meant with your other lovers." I put the bottle down, unscrewed it and poured three generous slugs into the glasses. As I was holding both glasses under thetap and asking how much water they wanted so Neil flipped the towel where it was tucked in and made it slither down my body. "Neil" I smiled. "That wasn't fair." "Love and war luv as they say." "So what's this then?" I asked "Well sex is like war ain't it?" We all laughed at that. "Anyway you were a little overdressed." I found it quite incredible, although possibly a terrible indictment on my moral standards, how easily the three of us were getting on and how there seemed to be no discomfort at all being naked together. Most of all I thought it was amazing how I had, seemingly come to terms so quickly with having sex with two of my young students. I almost shuddered again, but this time with apprehension, when I thought of what it would be like at work the next day. Putting that to one side as I did rather too easily, I realised that the exhibitionist in me that had first become apparent when my ex took raunchy photos of me was rearing its head. I was enjoying being naked with them in my kitchen, as opposed to the bedroom. I was revelling in their compliments and without doubt I was flaunting, in a discrete way all my womanly places at them. My worry about my body that at forty four was still ok, but was certainly on the wane and not at all stick like as a few of the girl students who presumably Neil and Paul shagged had, went away. We sipped our vodkas and water in silence for a while our eyes taking in each others body in this quite amazing and to me unique scene. "Let's take the vodka to bed shall we?" Paul asked. "Just the vodka?" Neil said "Well Ms Williams too of course" he smiled at me as he added. "She looks ready." I glanced down and of course my nipples had hardened; that would have been impossible to avoid in such circumstances. I looked at both of them and their cocks were on the move almost at that half mast stage. "It's not just her that looks almost ready" I replied as Neil put his arm round my waist and Paul took hold of my hand. Our sex was now less urgent, but just as passionate. We 'knew' each other now, there was no fear, 'no will she won't she' and 'should I shouldn't I'? From the moment they had both cum and I had offered the tea, we all knew we would have more sex. It was inevitable. As virile young men, once was never enough for them and as an older woman that was the main reason for going with them, I think. It was only later that evening when they had gone with Neil unwisely and against my wishes driving, that I worked out that they had been in the cottage for three hours and that after we went back to bed, we'd made love for almost two hours. I tried, but failed to work out the number of orgasms they gave me, but estimated that each of them must have cum at least three times. I remembered that soon after returning to the bedroom, Paul wanted his turn and he shagged me in the missionary position. I now felt relaxed enough with the two of them to fully spread my legs, raise my knees and wrap my legs round his waist. Neil lay beside us and as Paul fucked me, he kissed me and caressed my breasts as I rubbed his cock. This time, as soon as Paul had cum after we had fucked for five minutes or so, Neil was climbing between my legs. He then shagged me for a good ten minutes eventually cumming at precisely the same time as I did, with Paul's mouth on mine and his hands on my breasts. We rested for a while, but nowhere near as long as I had with the other, older guys I'd had since the divorce. I was beginning to appreciate why women of my age do have toy boys! This time they didn't have the urgent need to cum, they had probably used up most of that. This meant that we could indulge ourselves more. It also meant that they both gave me oral and I returned the favour to them; however neither were really that good, probably lack of experience I felt. It also meant that they could each fuck me without cumming. As a result I must have been fucked continuously for about half an hour with them taking turns to be up my cunt and in my mouth. * "So was he as hard as this, was I right?" Sammi asked as she plunged the vibrator in and out of me as I lay on my back, with my legs open, my knees drawn up and my tits in my hands. Oddly, I had wanted Sammi more than ever over the next few days, but I had to wait until the weekend when she was staying with me at my Dockland's flat. It wasn't that Neil and Guy had put me off men, far from it. I had broken through yet another barrier with my threesome with them and now I wanted more. I guess it was now like being a drug addict. I had a habit that I had to feed and as I fed that, it simply demanded more; that habit was of course seeking sexual pleasure. I was, I began to think, becoming a sex junky, but with a refined taste. My habit was young men. I had phoned and told her about the late afternoon and evening with the guys and she had craved for every detail. It was so odd to be telling a lover all the little details of how other lovers had pleasured me; odd, but wonderfully exciting. "I hope that you are naked or near so" she'd said when I told her about the car park. I knew what was coming, but played along with our little game. "And why are you hoping that." "Because I want to fuck you over the phone" she'd said. And she did just that. In the flat, I answered her question as she fucked me with me the vibrator. "Yes Sammi, he was as hard and yes you were right" I groaned as she made me cum. We stayed in for dinner and had sex several more times. "When will you see them again?" She asked as she lay in my arms softly nibbling my nipples. "See as in meet and teach?" "No see as in meet and fuck?" "I don't know, nothing's arranged." "You will I assume?" She asked sucking my nipple and most of my areola into her mouth. That made me grunt with pleasure. "Was that a yes?" I smiled. "It wasn't, but I guess I will." "Want some company when you do?" Was Sammi's surprising response. A Lecturer and Her Students Ch. 02 They turned me onto my side and Neil got behind me. He put his arms round me and squeezed and caressed my tits pressing them together and rolling each one around as he slid his cock between my legs. He got the bulbous head of it against my lips and as Paul slid his cock up my body he surged himself into me. I got that wondrous feeling as a cock whooshed up my cunt and filled me nearly to overflowing. At the same time Paul got his between my tits, which Neil pressed together, and he started to fuck my cleavage. They both kissed and caressed me as they rapidly brought me to my first orgasm. As I grunted and convulsed my way through that first climax neither of them came. Not showing the understanding of more experienced lovers who realise how tender and fragile a woman feels as she comes down from an orgasm, they continued their enthusiastic shagging of me. That was uncomfortable for a short while, but quickly things returned to normal and my body was soon being stimulated everywhere by their hands, fingers, mouths, tongues and, of course, their wonderfully hard young cocks. As I began my second orgasm so Neil was moaning that he was about to cum and then with no further warning, shot his load into me. It was odd really that 'the last man standing' was Paul, but that wasn't for long. He had his sturdy cock between my tits that I was now holding together. He was holding my head and pulling my hair as Neil, despite having just cum, was pinching my nipples and rubbing my clit. Paul was thrusting harder and faster between my tits just as if they were a real and not a simulated pussy. I was surprised that he didn't slip out from between my tits, replace Neil inside me and fuck me properly, but why should I care? Neil's cock, though softening, was still in me and my body was being stimulated in all the proper places as Paul titty fucked me. I held the cheeks of his arse which were almost level with my face. It was a gorgeous feeling. Whilst a young man's cock is wonderful, his arse is probably even more different and appealing than his forty something counterpart. Paul's was firm where it should be, yet soft when he relaxed his muscles; overall it felt wonderful in my hands. Then he groaned, he held himself stiff between my tits and moaned. "Oh fuck I'm cumming." Then his hot, sticky, acrid smelling cum shot up my chest and onto my face. There was loads of it, almost bucketfuls it seemed. I felt as though I was drowning in Paul's cum so much hit my face and chest. So much for youth I mused laying there letting his cum dry on me. As they both fell onto their backs I didn't know what to do. I also didn't know how I felt. Again showing their lack of experience they made no effort to comfort me during that immediate post fuck time when a woman is at her most sensitive. I got up, went to the bathroom off my room leaving the en suite off the guest room for them. As I cleaned myself up all my feelings of guilt and shame, I suppose, returned. It was clearly wrong. Any woman fucking two men could be considered to be wrong. A forty four year old divorced mother and university lecturer fucking two of her twenty two year old students would by most people be considered to be fucking terrible. But somehow, for some reason I didn't care. I had gone through the social respectability barrier, crashed past the being inhibited, and broken into new fields of discovery where there are no sexual morals, no barriers and nothing is taboo. In Sammi language, if you want it go for it and if it feels good, do it. Fucking and being fucked by Neil and Paul was both wanted by me and it had felt good as they fucked me. So, as I dried myself after washing all signs of both of them from me, I knew there would be more of the same and there I wasn't wrong. Wrapping myself in a towel I returned to the bedroom and standing in the doorway the light behind I said smiling. "Would you like that tea now?" "Great, thanks" Paul said. "Here or shall we come down?" "Up to you." "We'll come down" Neil shouted out as I was half way down the stairs. "Got anything stronger?" One of them asked as they got to the kitchen a few moments after me "Yes, beer, wine, vodka, what would you like?" They both asked for vodka and I got a bottle of Stolli from the fridge. "Like anything with it?" I asked turning round to face them. I shuddered when I saw them. Both naked, standing side by side leaning back against the work surface their youthful bodies seemed to leer at me. They were both wonderfully lithe and slim with hardly a spare ounce of weight on them. Neil had quite a hairy chest whilst Paul was almost bare. Neil was about six feet tall and Paul a couple of inches shorter, he was sturdily built whereas Neil was slender, but muscular. They both had reasonable sized without being huge dicks, with Neil's being slightly the longer and Paul's the thicker. Amazingly and hugely exciting to me they were both semi-erect. "Just water," Neil said catching my eye and smiling for he knew I had been staring at them. "No ice?" "No thanks "You've seen it all before Amanda." "Not really it was dark up stairs" I replied going over to the sink with the bottle and three glasses in my hands. "I meant with your other lovers." I put the bottle down, unscrewed it and poured three generous slugs into the glasses. As I was holding both glasses under thetap and asking how much water they wanted so Neil flipped the towel where it was tucked in and made it slither down my body. "Neil" I smiled. "That wasn't fair." "Love and war luv as they say." "So what's this then?" I asked "Well sex is like war ain't it?" We all laughed at that. "Anyway you were a little overdressed." I found it quite incredible, although possibly a terrible indictment on my moral standards, how easily the three of us were getting on and how there seemed to be no discomfort at all being naked together. Most of all I thought it was amazing how I had, seemingly come to terms so quickly with having sex with two of my young students. I almost shuddered again, but this time with apprehension, when I thought of what it would be like at work the next day. Putting that to one side as I did rather too easily, I realised that the exhibitionist in me that had first become apparent when my ex took raunchy photos of me was rearing its head. I was enjoying being naked with them in my kitchen, as opposed to the bedroom. I was revelling in their compliments and without doubt I was flaunting, in a discrete way all my womanly places at them. My worry about my body that at forty four was still ok, but was certainly on the wane and not at all stick like as a few of the girl students who presumably Neil and Paul shagged had, went away. We sipped our vodkas and water in silence for a while our eyes taking in each others body in this quite amazing and to me unique scene. "Let's take the vodka to bed shall we?" Paul asked. "Just the vodka?" Neil said "Well Ms Williams too of course" he smiled at me as he added. "She looks ready." I glanced down and of course my nipples had hardened; that would have been impossible to avoid in such circumstances. I looked at both of them and their cocks were on the move almost at that half mast stage. "It's not just her that looks almost ready" I replied as Neil put his arm round my waist and Paul took hold of my hand. Our sex was now less urgent, but just as passionate. We 'knew' each other now, there was no fear, 'no will she won't she' and 'should I shouldn't I'? From the moment they had both cum and I had offered the tea, we all knew we would have more sex. It was inevitable. As virile young men, once was never enough for them and as an older woman that was the main reason for going with them, I think. It was only later that evening when they had gone with Neil unwisely and against my wishes driving, that I worked out that they had been in the cottage for three hours and that after we went back to bed, we'd made love for almost two hours. I tried, but failed to work out the number of orgasms they gave me, but estimated that each of them must have cum at least three times. I remembered that soon after returning to the bedroom, Paul wanted his turn and he shagged me in the missionary position. I now felt relaxed enough with the two of them to fully spread my legs, raise my knees and wrap my legs round his waist. Neil lay beside us and as Paul fucked me, he kissed me and caressed my breasts as I rubbed his cock. This time, as soon as Paul had cum after we had fucked for five minutes or so, Neil was climbing between my legs. He then shagged me for a good ten minutes eventually cumming at precisely the same time as I did, with Paul's mouth on mine and his hands on my breasts. We rested for a while, but nowhere near as long as I had with the other, older guys I'd had since the divorce. I was beginning to appreciate why women of my age do have toy boys! This time they didn't have the urgent need to cum, they had probably used up most of that. This meant that we could indulge ourselves more. It also meant that they both gave me oral and I returned the favour to them; however neither were really that good, probably lack of experience I felt. It also meant that they could each fuck me without cumming. As a result I must have been fucked continuously for about half an hour with them taking turns to be up my cunt and in my mouth. * "So was he as hard as this, was I right?" Sammi asked as she plunged the vibrator in and out of me as I lay on my back, with my legs open, my knees drawn up and my tits in my hands. Oddly, I had wanted Sammi more than ever over the next few days, but I had to wait until the weekend when she was staying with me at my Dockland's flat. It wasn't that Neil and Guy had put me off men, far from it. I had broken through yet another barrier with my threesome with them and now I wanted more. I guess it was now like being a drug addict. I had a habit that I had to feed and as I fed that, it simply demanded more; that habit was of course seeking sexual pleasure. I was, I began to think, becoming a sex junky, but with a refined taste. My habit was young men. I had phoned and told her about the late afternoon and evening with the guys and she had craved for every detail. It was so odd to be telling a lover all the little details of how other lovers had pleasured me; odd, but wonderfully exciting. "I hope that you are naked or near so" she'd said when I told her about the car park. I knew what was coming, but played along with our little game. "And why are you hoping that." "Because I want to fuck you over the phone" she'd said. And she did just that. In the flat, I answered her question as she fucked me with me the vibrator. "Yes Sammi, he was as hard and yes you were right" I groaned as she made me cum. We stayed in for dinner and had sex several more times. "When will you see them again?" She asked as she lay in my arms softly nibbling my nipples. "See as in meet and teach?" "No see as in meet and fuck?" "I don't know, nothing's arranged." "You will I assume?" She asked sucking my nipple and most of my areola into her mouth. That made me grunt with pleasure. "Was that a yes?" I smiled. "It wasn't, but I guess I will." "Want some company when you do?" Was Sammi's surprising response.