When we reached the final week of our last term I told her I wanted to leave home and do an extra year at another college. She said I could lodge in her house, which was large and contained her young children and husband.
I moved in during the summer vacation. Her husband was away for a month and she made it plain he was a liberal-minded man who gave her permission to follow her sexual desires wherever they led her. This was the green light for me and please forget all that crap about Mrs Robinson seducing the naive young man – I was 19 and had learned a lot from pornography.
The first night in that house I pulled her jeans down to her ankles and fucked her over the edge of the kitchen table so expertly she simply could not believe I was losing my virginity! Later I took her upstairs and made her wear a leather jacket and a very whorish belt while I squirted lemon juice over her and then licked it off her tanned skin before fucking her up the arse until she screamed with pleasure.
And so it went on, until I bumped into Carl one day in the town. He had been a fellow student and wanted to know what it was like living with our very sexy lecturer, who shall be called Hayley. “Great,” I said. And yes he got it out of me what I had been up to. And yes he wanted a piece of the action, so to speak.
That evening I told Hayley I had met Carl and related how much he fancied her.
I met Carl in the pub and briefed him about the kind of woman Hayley really was, as if he and all the other over-sexed boys she had taught for the past two years had not worked it out for themselves. “She’s a whore,” I explained, and I meant that as a compliment. “She loves being fucked by hard cock. Even though she is the same age as our mothers.” Carl was visibly excited and urged me to drink up so we could get to the house.
When we arrived, about 9.30, Hayley was in the kitchen on her own except for a gin bottle. She went straight up to Carl and kissed him full on the lips. “My other very sexy former student,” she said, and before you could say fuck-a-duck she was plunging her hand into his flies and fondling his cock.
“Let’s play, boys,” she said. I watched her sink to her knees and get her lips round Carl’s massive stiff cock. She greedily wanked and sucked him at the same time and I took out my own equally hard cock and got behind her, easing down her jeans over her rounded buttocks, then lifting her to a doggy position so that I could fuck her while she gobbled Carl. “Fuck me harder,” she called out. “Fuck me like a dirty whore.”
It was a pleasure to do her bidding, this lovely, voluptuous, blonde, house wife and mother, who at forty-seven was still capable of turning on boys young enough to be her sons.
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