Mary, the university lecturer
written by:
Carole

This is one of my favourite fantasies that I've used for some years in my "me time". It has had various different forms and endings, and this is one of my favourites. I hope you enjoy and have some good times with it. Carole xx

Mary part 1: University lecturer.

I'm not sure how I got talked into it: I am a business woman and a friend asked me to give a lecture at the local university on Customer Service. Eventually this ended up as a permanent job lecturing and tutoring the students one day a week, and I scaled down my normal job to 4 days a week. To be honest I enjoyed doing something different and teaching young students!

I lectured in the morning and tutored a small group in the afternoon. This term my tutor group was 9 students of all different backgrounds including one who was older, about 25, who had done some work and then buckled down to get the grades to go to university - good for him. Mike was young, fit, confident and ruggedly good looking. I liked watching him in the group, and hopefully he didn't notice.

One day Mike stayed behind to make sure he understood the lesson. We finished and I said goodbye as I was now going home for a drink. "Let me guess, a chilled dry white wine?" "Sometimes, but today's been tough, so it will be a gin and tonic." "Enjoy; I'm off for a beer." He held the door as I gathered my books and I could have sworn he was looking at my arse while he waited. I drove home with a smile and a fluttery feeling inside. "Don't be silly, you're twice his age," I told myself.

At the end of the next tutorial, Mike stayed behind and as I started to ask him what he wanted, he pulled two glassed, two cans of Gordon's and tonic from his rucksack. My mouth fell open as he poured them out. "Shame they are not cold," I stammered. Whereupon he pulled a cool bag out of his rucksack, opened it and spooned out ice-cubes and a wedge of lime for each glass. Mike stood walked across to me, and handed me my drink; picked up his and said "Cheers, here's to a great teacher."

"How did you know I liked lime?" "Just a lucky guess!" We both laughed and then started chatting. Mike told me about himself and then he asked me all sorts of questions.

I finished my drink and said "Well Mike, that was an unexpected pleasure, thank you." "No thank you for all your patience in teaching me." As I stood up, he came across and kissed me on the cheek; and then put his hands gently on my waist and moved in to kiss me properly. "I can't, I'm married, I'm your teacher ..." "Well I'm not going to tell anyone," and he moved in to kiss me. I have to say I melted into his arms, and kissed him deeply. God this was wonderful, it was so long since I'd had a kiss like that, his tongue urgent in my mouth, and a young hunk in my arms. His hands moved onto my arse and pulled me deliciously into him, so I could feel his hard cock through his jeans.

Before I lost all control, I broke the kiss and pushed him back. "I must go," I stammered. Mike looked me deep in the eyes. "Of course, thanks, mmmm that was awesome. Oh and next tutorial, I'll bring drinks again, but only if you promise to wear a skirt and no knickers."

"You can't say that," I blushed. "Just did," he smiled, gathered his rucksack and held the door for me. I drove home all flustered, and had to stop to regain my composure, before going in to the house. That night in bed, I couldn't stop myself from reaching across to Peter, my husband, as he was reading in bed, running my hands over his chest and down onto his cock. "What are you doing ..." he spluttered. "Helping myself," as I held his cock and started to rub it to full erection. Then I reached down and took the head in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head. "Fuck, that feels good," he grunted, and threw his book on to the floor.

I shucked up my nightie, put a knee over his body, positioned his hard cock at the entrance to my pussy and sank down onto my prize with a deep felt groan. I was surprisingly wet and ready for him. I shivered all over, and knelt there for a moment savouring the feeling. Then I leant forward with my hands on Peter's chest, eyes shut, and started to enthusiastically hump him. Peter reached up and cupped my breasts, located my nipples and started rolling them in his fingers. "Yes keep going ... just like that ... don't stop ... oh fuck that's good ... God I'm getting close:" I was burbling and not making much sense as I felt a large orgasm building inside me - it had been a very long time without.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, nnnghh, yesssssssssss;" I humped him as fast as I could as my orgasm washed over me, and kept going as it faded away. Wow that was a big one, I'd needed that, and I slumped down into his arms.

I could tell Pete was close and he flipped me over without losing contact, thrust hard into me half a dozen times, and then he grunted and I felt his cum spurting into me. We lay on our sides holding each other as his cock slowly went limp inside me.

"So what got into you?" he murmured. "Well you did ... and what feels like an awful lot of cum," I giggled. We drifted off to sleep in each other's arms; and we hadn't done that for a long time either.

A week later I was dressing for my day at the university, and thought, sod it, I'll go in a skirt, and I conveniently missed putting on panties. I slowly felt more and more sexy all day, and started looking forwards to the tutorial. I walked into the room, took my seat and looked around. Mike looked deep into my eyes from the other side of the room and smiled to himself. I had to ignore him until the end of the tutorial, when he stayed back for "extra tuition". He pulled the drinks out of his bag, poured them and held one in his hand, "Did you earn this?" "Maybe ... go on give me the drink." "Only if you prove it." "What - no - that's ridiculous." But he sat there waiting.

I stood up, legs astride, glared at him, and lifted my skirt, running my hands through my bush and showing him my pussy: dark hair like my head and luckily recently trimmed. "Ok, now give me my drink." "Mmmm huhh. You are gorgeous. I just love your pussy." "You can't say that." "Just did," he said and handed over the drink. "Come and sit over here." I got up from behind the desk and sat down beside him on the bench seat. We chinked glasses, took a drink and then he turned and kissed me. I put my arm around his neck and pulled him close, enjoying the deep sensuous kiss, that seemed to go on and on for ever.

His hand on my waist, moved up and gently cupped my breast through my blouse and bra, searching for and then pinching my nipple. A tremor ran down me and my pussy reacted, feeling deliciously hot. He carried on kissing me and caressing my breast, and I started to get seriously turned on. When his hand reached down and lifted my skirt, I parted my legs giving him access to my pussy. His fingers ran lightly up and down my lips, causing me to gasp out loud. "Oh god, that's good ..." "Mmmm huhh you are delightfully wet," Mike said, as he slipped first one then a second finger inside and started rubbing me.

Suddenly he broke the kiss, knelt down before me, pulled my arse to the edge of the chair, lifted my skirt, firmly pushed my legs apart and ran his hands gently up my legs to my pussy lips. I was dripping wet by this stage and although I knew I should stop him, I couldn't do it. He bent down and slowly licked up my slit, which opened like a flower; then he gently kissed and licked around my clit.

"Fuck that feels good. God it's been a long time since someone kissed me," I said as I held his head against me, while he continued to circle around my clit. He brought up a hand and pushed first one then two fingers inside me. He gently and slowly tongued my clit and fingered me as my orgasm slowly and excruciatingly built. With all the anticipation during the day, and his slow technique, I could feel this was going to be a big one.

My orgasm started, and I held my hand to my mouth as I knew I had to be quiet. My other hand held his head hard against me, bucking up with my hips - can't have been too comfortable for Mike, but he didn't seem to mind! I came hard, thrusting up half a dozen times, until I relaxed back down into the chair, and slowly got my breath back.

Mike stood up in front of me and it seemed the most natural thing in the world to reach forward undo his belt, unzip his jeans, and pull them down. His erection was right in front of me: he had a bigger cock than Peter. I took hold of his cock, and dipped my head to tongue around its head. Mike grunted as I went to work, licking and sucking him. I could tell by the way he was straining forward that he was excited and this wouldn't take long; his cock was oh so hard. I slipped my mouth over the head and concentrated on swirling my tongue around it, while I stroked his cock with my hand.

"I'm getting close", he warned; I kept on sucking him indicating that I would take his cum in my mouth. Then suddenly he grunted, held my head and jerked forward with each spurt of his cum. Mmmm tasty I thought, as I swallowed it down. Finally he relaxed, and I gave a last few swirls of my tongue to clean him up and reluctantly let him go. "Fuck, that was awesome. You are a seriously good kisser," he said.

He pulled me up and kissed my deeply, before we both got dressed. As we were leaving, he said: "Ok, next time a skirt and no knickers ... and no bra either, I want to feel your breasts properly." "I can't do that!" "Yes, you can; see you next week," and he left.

I drove home with one thought on my mind: I needed some cock inside me quick. "Hi Peter, I'm home. Just going upstairs to change. What did you do today?" Hopefully he'd take the hint and follow. I quickly went upstairs and started changing so he wouldn't see I had no knickers on. I came out of the en-suite bathroom with only my blouse on; Peter looked surprised! I put my arms around his neck and pulled him down into a kiss.

He put his hands on my waist, pulled me close and kissed me deeply. "I need you now," I said; and knelt down to undo his belt and pull down his jeans. I pulled down his shorts and his half erect cock bounced out. Mmmm tasty, twice in one day, I thought. I helped myself, sucking him up to full erection, and stroking him as I licked. Peter was obviously enjoying this, holding the side of my head and breathing hard. Suddenly Peter grunted and pulled me up; we both quickly undressed. Peter pushed me down on the bed, pushed my legs apart and licked up and down my very wet pussy. Then he put his very erect cock at my entrance and slid all the way in with one thrust.

This was going to be a quick fuck as I was very wet, and Peter was excited too. Peter started thrusting long and hard into me, and I wrapped my legs around his back. We were too excited to kiss, and anyway I was grunting with the force of him. Thoughts of the day swirled around my head as I started burbling: "Yes, yes, yes ... fuck ... keep going ... God, yes there ... I'm close ..." I started to come, thrusting back at Peter with my hips, and squealing "Oh, oh, oh, oh ..." At the same time, Peter thrust hard half a dozen times with his cum squirting deep inside me. Again it seemed a lot of cum, probably because we'd not made love since the previous week.

God that felt good, as I held him tight on top of me, my hands holding his arse; his cock slowly softening and eventually slipping out. His cum dribbled out on to the sheets, but I didn't care. Eventually he lay to the side as his breathing returned to normal. "God, that was wonderful. It's been a while - well except for last week. I just feel like lying here." "Well tough, it's your turn to make tea, while I clean up!"

A week went by, and I tried to act normally, but I kept thinking about my next college day. That morning, I put on skirt and no knickers; then put on a silk blouse and a black jacket buttoned up at the front. There was some chance that this would support me and hide the fact that I had no bra on. Mike walked into the Tutorial room, looked at me, and smiled as he sat down. The next hour was difficult as I avoided his gaze, but finally the tutorial finished.

I said goodbye to all the students, and Mike shut the door after the last one, except for Carol who stayed sitting. I was in front of my desk and Mike came up to me, and held my waist. "But Carol's here ..." "She knows," he said and then started kissing me deeply. He pushed me back against my desk and I could feel his hard body against me. I was in turmoil and didn't know what to think.

Carol had dark auburn hair cut short, small tits and was elfin thin. She was wearing a tight T shirt and long skirt; I was fairly sure she had no bra on as a hint of nipple had showed during the tutorial when she bent forward. Suddenly 2 small hands slipped between us and undid my jacket button as Mike leant away. Carol took possession of my breasts, cupping each one and rubbing my nipples with her thumbs. "Wow, these are heavy, and need some serious attention," she said.

Carol pushed Mike to one side, opened my jacket and bent down to suck on first one nipple and then the other, through my silk blouse. My nipples had been half erect due to the rubbing sensation of my blouse all day, but now they sprung to full attention. Carol nibbled them through my blouse, licking them up and down and then spiralling around each nipple, as she cupped a breast in each hand. "Nnnh ... oh ... that's ... oh!" I burbled, as Carol continued to work on my breasts.

Carol suddenly gasped, so I opened my eyes and looked down. Mike was now standing behind her, nestling his cock in the cheeks of her arse, and reaching round her to play with her small tits through her T shirt. He was twisting her nipples gently and kissing the back of her neck. Carol's eyes were tight shut, obviously enjoying the attention.

My pussy had been wet already, but now it was sopping. As if he knew, Mike dropped a hand down, lifted my skirt and ran his fingers up and down my slit. This was too much; I threw my hands around Mike's neck, pulled him close for a hard kiss, drilling my tongue into his mouth.

They continued working on me, and I put my head on Mike's shoulder gasping for air. Then Mike sat me down on the bench, and Carol took my blouse off. She bent down, cupped my breasts and chewed my nipples properly. Then she knelt down between my legs, ran her small hands up to my lips, bent forward and started licking my wet pussy. She slipped 3 fingers inside me, firmly pushing them in and out; her tongue was doing circles on my clit.

"I'm close ... I'm going to cum ... don't stop ... keep ............. Oh fuck," I held Carol's head against my pussy as my orgasm hit me hard. I threw my head back, holding Carol's head as the contractions of my orgasm rolled through me. Eventually I let go and lent back all limp against the seat back.

"Oh yes, please ..." I looked down. Mike had lifted Carol's skirt, and was pushing his erection down, sliding it up and down Carol's pussy lips and then pushing fully forward in one steady thrust. "Fuck, that's good," said Carol and then started mewing in time with Mike's slow steady thrusts. Carol held on to my legs and rested her head on my stomach, and so I could feel the force of Mike's thrusts.

Carol was slowly getting louder and louder, until she suddenly arched her back, and then pushed back urgently against Mike, squealing "Yes, yes, yes, yes" in time with his thrusts, shivering as her orgasm ran through her. Now I needed his cock. I knelt down alongside Carol; both of us resting on the seat. Lifted up my skirt and pushed my arse out towards Mike; a blind man couldn't miss. He grabbed my arse, and pushed home in one thrust. "Nnnnh. Don't come inside me," I warned. "God, you feel good," grunted Mike, and started thrusting urgently into me. Knowing Mike wouldn't take long having been inside Carol already, I reached down, wet my finger in my juices, and started rubbing my clit from side to side.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum," Mike grunted, pulling out with an audible plop, and Carol quickly grabbed his cock taking the first jet of cum on her face and then clamping her mouth onto his cock for the rest. I could see Mike's cock twitching with each burst of cum and Carol swallowing hard. That looked so sexy; I rubbed my clit, until another mini-orgasm shook through me, and I collapsed to sit on the floor.

Carol let go of his cock and Mike sat down. I knelt in front of Carol, held her shoulders and kissed her, searching her mouth with my tongue. Mmmm Mike's cum tasted nice. I broke the kiss and set to work cleaning up Carol's face with my tongue and swallowing it down.

My hair was a mess, there was cum on my blouse, my skirt was creased, and I smelt of sex. I tidied myself up the best I could, collected my papers. "Ok you two, run along and play; I'm going home." As I was leaving, I suddenly remembered: "Hey, what happened to my drink." "Next time" grunted Mike who was sat next to Carol both half dressed. "Lucky my room is just down the hall," said Carol standing up, and pulling Mike up by the hand.

I drove home a complete mess! I got into the house and went straight upstairs for a shower, discarding my guilty clothes in the laundry basket. The warm water cascaded over me; it felt good to clean up. I soaped myself all over, and gasped when I ran my hand over my pussy: it still needed some more attention. I slipped a finger inside and gave myself a little tweak, before getting out and drying myself off. As I came in to the bedroom, Peter was standing there expectantly. Well why not - I walked up to him, let the towel drop, put my arms around his neck and pulled him down into a kiss. His tongue was urgent in my mouth and I could feel something hard between us. "Take me to bed and fuck me ..." and he did.

Peter arranged the pillows in front of me and then pushed me on to my front: my arse stuck out nicely over the edge of the bed. While he undressed, I slipped a finger down to circle around my clit, and as I was already aroused, it felt great. When I felt his hands on my hips, I pulled my arse cheeks apart and was rewarded with Peter's hard cock finding my pussy and then pushing home. Peter started thrusting hard with a resounding slap each time his thighs hit my bottom. The second time in an hour or so! Peter kept up a lovely steady rhythm, and I was getting wetter and wetter; a thin trail of juice started running down my thigh. I could tell Peter was getting close by his grunting and I slipped a hand down to my clit so that I could keep up. He grasped my hips hard and the slaps got louder and quicker. "Fuck ...": he thrust forward and injected me with a good spurt of cum, followed by more injections which slowly tailed off. I rubbed my clit hard to get my orgasm, and Pete slipped out of my pussy as I thrust forward. He lay on top of me, as we got our breath back, and then we moved up the bed to lie in each other's arms.

"So are you going to tell me, why you've started coming back from the College all horny. Not that I'm complaining," he added quickly. "Well, as you know they ran out of tutorial rooms, and my tutor room is located in one of the accommodation blocks at the end of the corridor. There are a couple in my class, and she has a room next to the Tutorial room. They have started leaving the tutorial, going next door and making love noisily; I think they do it on purpose. By the time I've talked to the last students, cleared up my papers, I can hear them. Today I could clearly hear her squealing and him grunting as I left. Well it was all I thought about coming home, and you got the benefit. Complaining huh!"

Peter chuckled and kissed my neck. "Not complaining, just so long as this happens every week!" "Well, no promises there!" Mmmm I thought: I hope it happens every week too! And it did for the rest of the term; we all got our oats every week, although I suspect Carol and Mike got theirs every day as well.

After the last tutorial of the term, Mike, Carol and I sat in Carol's room, relaxing having just had a rather longer session than normal; and on a bed which was more comfortable! "So how often do you have sex now?" Mike asked me. "You can't ask that!" "Just did." I laughed, "That's easy, once a week, and I also get some when I get home after our sessions. Got to be fair with hubby, you know." "Ok, so now your homework is to have sex at least three times a week - doesn't matter who with: your hubby, your lover, your girlfriend, or yourself; I don't mind."

"I don't have a girlfriend!" "That doesn't matter; although actually, I think you do," he said looking at Carol and grinning. "Well what's my prize if I do?" "That's easy ... sex three times a week!" We laughed. "I'm serious," he said. "Peter won't know what's hit him." "Then it'll do him good too."

I dressed, kissed them both as they lay naked on Carol's bed, and left. I thought as I drove home: before this term I had blamed Peter for our lack of a sex life - making love about once every couple of months. But if I was honest, I was the one who had changed and our sex life had blossomed, proving I was at least partly to blame - probably we were both just lazy.

Mmmm, might buy some new stockings on the way home, I mused. I drove on, actually looking forward to Mike's challenge.