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.

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"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.