Sex starved women: 6> the MILF and the apprentices
written by:
Chris-t6290

Story outline: Nothing to do with the TV series of that name, as Admin Assistant tutor, Jenny Tucker, presides over a class of young office apprentices, including the notably cocky Jason and his three friends, Mark, Tony and Ronaldo.

After a 2-year extended maternity leave with our son, Trevor, I was finding it hard to get back into work. Then, and out of the blue, Amanda Jones, someone I hadn't seen or spoken to in quite a while, called me up with her news. She was expecting twins, she announced. I did my best to be positive, but there was more. She would be taking maternity leave herself, in a month's time, she informed me, and wanted to know if I would stand in for her during that time - 9 months at least.

"Sure. What is it, though?" I regaled and then enquired.

"Education," came her reply. No, I'd had enough of rowdy secondary school children, thank-you, as she well knew, so why the offer. There had to be more.

"Apprenticeships for 18 to 24 year olds in admin," Amanda told me.

When I gave up teaching, I moved easily into office work for a number of years. That's where I met my partner, Stephen, and together we've had two boys these past three years.

"Okay, I'll do it," I intoned, just happy to be working and no doubt get some respect, along with a reference at the end of it. The pay was also attractive.

The teaching room was set up as an office environment. Filing cabinets with dummy files in the draws, a photocopier and a fax machine, along with modern day peripherals including laser copiers and a digital scanner plus several workstation areas for PC's running Windows 7. The age constraint allowed for the students to be funded by a Government education programme, which lasted six weeks before the students found themselves in a proper working environment. In that respect, and as the tutor, I was as much responsible for their aptitude as they were.

The first two groups were very attentive, and the job, as a whole, seemed quite a breeze. The third group, from week 13 onwards was something else. To start with, the student count, although the usual 10 to begin with, dwindled down to eight; and that's before the end of the first week. A young guy aged 19 named Jason, appeared to know it all. That begged the question, why was he there.

On one occasion, he remarked that there were too many ill-educated people applying for the course. When I asked him to elucidate, a word he didn't recognise, I simply had him ‘explain' his reason.

"If you're going to work in an office, you need to have, at the very least, passed an ECDL in Microsoft office. That's the knowledge, employers want," he affirmed.

Well, yes, in some respects he was right. However, there was no way I could educate men and women in what ordinarily can take six months, in just 6 weeks, and that's in addition to all of the other aspects: filling rules, scanning, customer service, and cold searches with the internet, to name just some.

Jason had obviously passed an ECDL, I concluded, as had his friends, Mark, Tony and Ronaldo, who was named after the Brazilian striker; the Portuguese Ronaldo who played for Real Madrid, not being known at the time of my student's birth.

There were occasions, what with his wondering gaze, when I felt Jason was looking at me in a somewhat inappropriate manner. Although, and what with internet porn being so readily available, my mind was probably overreacting. He was cute, I'll certainly give him that, just his demeanour, which was a little rough around the edges, I surmised.

Come the middle of the third week, I decided to see if my hunch was right. If it was, I could tear him off a strip or two. It had been sunny and, with it, quite warm the past week. I had refrained from wearing short sleeve tops with open necks and skirts that hung down to below mid-thigh length.

That morning, and with Stephen having already left for work, I put on the clothes I'd mindfully selected. An oyster hue half sleeve blouse with a v-neck collar and pointed lapels; the buttons of which, started just below the swell of my breasts, which were still quite full after Trevor's birth. For my skirt, I'd chosen a navy blue one that, when I was sat down, would show quite a bit of thigh and the skin tone hold ups I would be wearing. To complete my undergarments I encased my breasts in a cream coloured strapless bra, which covered my nipples and little else and paired it with a matching thong; the strap, when I sat down to pull the hold ups and my strappy shoes on, disappeared between the cheeks of my ass.

When I drove to the centre, the windows open and a cool breeze blowing through my flyaway blonde hair, the sensation and freedom of what I had on beneath my skirt and blouse, well, it did make me feel young again. ‘Maybe I was being a bit judgemental towards Jason,' my thoughts wandered for some brief moments; his cuteness distracting my otherwise intentions.

Sat down at my desk, while they got on with the morning's project I had set them; office work not confined to just computers; I occasionally stole a glance towards Jason and caught a smile when our eyes met. I then, and quite daringly with it moved my knees apart. What with the skirt being almost close fitting, it edged up my thighs. I glanced again and noticed that his line of sight was lower.

Just then, something took a hold of me. Shielding myself with the book I was reading, I undid the top button of my blouse and drew the sides apart. I then lowered the book and, with it, my upper body, wanting him to look down my blouse and see my shapely breasts, though he and his friends no doubt called them tits.

Had I gone too far, my consciousness wondered, only for me to open my legs further. I knew that my thighs, my hold ups and finally my thong were on show to him and anyone who chose to look. This time, there was the makings of a smirk on his face. ‘Gotcha,' I thought to myself, although I still kept my knees comfortably open.

With the lunch hour approaching, I decided to have it out with the upstart and dismissed the others save for Jason. Of course, his mates remained, which was fine with me. They could see him taken down a peg or two; be put in his place by his tutor, a woman, no less. Then; then we could hopefully get some work done and without anymore over active egos.

Since I neither wanted to be disturbed or lose track of what I wanted to say, I closed and locked the door and then returned to my desk. I then propped myself against the near side. He had a distinct smirk on his face.

"Wipe that grin off, or I'll do it for you, Jason," I exclaimed adamantly.

"That's better," I said, having he changed it to a smile - a rather engaging one.

"Where..." I began, recalibrating my thoughts. "Ah, yes. I've found you to be disruptive, not concentrating on the work and, instead, ogling me. What's so funny?" I enquired as to his mordant expression.

"You say, ogling, but, and on the evidence of -"

"You ogled me, alright. I caught sight of you," I was quick to interrupt.

"As I was saying. Evidence of things, you were flashing yourself at me; at us," Jason intoned, and then held up his phone.

There, on the screen, was a moving image of a woman, me, spreading my nylon clad legs. Thankfully, that was all there was, no head or other recognisable indication that it was, in fact, me.

"So...so where did you download that from," I brushed it off, only for Tony to hold up his phone, which showed what was above the table. Me, conclusively.

"I've got a video editing programme on my computer, Ms Tucker. I can join both parts together a treat. It'll make interesting viewing on the internet. What do you think?" Jason suggested.

"What I think is, you've got a dirty mind," I rejoined, not knowing what else to do or say. I'd obviously gone too far with my ploy, which had seriously backfired in my face. But, before I could think, let alone say something, Jason had moved closer and to in front of me.

There were a few moments of silence, no one moving or speaking. I was waiting to see what he had in mind under the circumstances. Extending his hands, Jason quickly clasped each side of my head and then his lips were moving towards mine. Aside from his grip, I barely resisted as the warm soft flesh mashed into me.

They were moist, young and new. Apart from the odd peck I received from Stephen, they felt almost electric. My lips parted as Jason's tongue searched for an opening. It was sensual, the way he took control and the reaction sent a message to my clit. It had been quite some while since Stephen and I last had sex, months before Trevor was born. In a way, yes, I suppose I had teased, Jason, but he was in no hurry to get inside my panties, which were becoming ever more moist as my clit rubbed against the close confinement of the inside.

I slid my hands up Jason's body. His back was strong and taut, I noticed. He no doubt worked out to get it like that. I moaned when he pulled me to him, his right hand on my ass drawing me to the hard-on I felt press against my lower midriff as he towered over me. ‘Was he really that well-blessed,' I couldn't help but wonder, while my clit throbbed responsively.

"You're quite a slut, Jenny," Jason intoned, his other hand on the small of my back.

I was shocked speechless at his crass impertinence.

"It's okay, it's a compliment," he assured me, but with a devilish smile all the same. I would be fucked by him, his friends also I had no doubt, and so, yes, I suppose in a way, slut was appropriate, considering. Even more so, when Jason began undoing the buttons of my blouse, which he then drew away to feast on my breasts.

"Slut's tits, most certainly" he exclaimed, with a smile of accomplishment and then encircled his hands around me and soon had my bra unclasped and on the floor. His lips again encased mine before moving lower. My chin, my neck, the warm flushed flesh of my shoulder just below and then my swelling breasts.

A frisson slithered through me as Jason flicked each nipple in turn. Then, and moments after, his hands were on my shoulders, urging me down before him. I would taste his cock first, all of theirs. My pussy was wet at the thought of a hard cock going between my lips in such a long time. But to have four of them...! My clit was hard, so much so that the sensitive tip had protruded.

"No filming, please," I appealed, as I reached for the button on Jason's black chinos and soon had the zip drawn down.

Rather than let me take his cock from within, Jason obliged, just as the sound of three more nylon zips being lowered rang out. His erection was both long and thick. Jason held my forehead back with the heel of his left hand and waggled the warm head close to my lips; urging me to open my mouth and protrude my tongue. I was hungry, and he, they all knew it and could see the lust in my eyes.

It felt so good and yet so naughty to be licking the warm velvety glans of another man's cock; a young man at that. Those of his friends brushed against and in between the tresses of my blonde hair as Jason directed his cockhead ever closer. Eventually, I was able to lick along the contours of his firm erection while two of the others, one each side, prodded my cheeks and the hand of the fourth held my head in check; his cock resting on my left shoulder as I licked up and down the underside of Jason's vertically positioned shaft.

"I think she's ready to suck on some dick," intoned Jason.

"You ready to suck some dick, Jenny," Mark, the one guiding my head, teased.

"Please, yes, let me, all of you," I uttered, my mind almost in a haze of sexual overload.

"She's certainly a greedy slut," exclaimed Tony, as he moved my right hand to stroke him, followed by that of Ronaldo doing likewise with the left, and all while Mark, once I'd received Jason's warm shaft between my lips, rocked my head back and forth.

"Hurmn," I vociferated, contentedly, as my mouth was fucked by each of them and I stroked those of another pair. I even found myself accepting Mark's and Tony's together between my moist lips, while neither of them were forceful as I nodded my head forward and back and stroked the shafts of Jason and Ronaldo; they being of slightly broader girth.

Having helped me up afterwards, my skirt was soon around my ankles, leaving me in just my moist stained thong, hold ups and shoes. ‘Let's see your pussy, your cunt, Jenny,' Jason addressed me.

"No!" he insisted, when I went to place my thumbs in the waistband. "Pull it to one side, like a good little slut, just like you did earlier when you exposed yourself, remember." Fuck, how could I forget, the memory of and contemplation of again doing it under Jason's direction, was getting me all the more hotter and wet. When I, perched on the edge of the table, drew my thong to one side, the faint hairs above my clit were covered in a dew like moistness as was my puffy mound, a sign as to how horny and in need of a hard fuck I was. Before that, though...

I was grabbed by three of them, Jason stroking his cock as if ready to give me my just desserts, which turned out to be Ronaldo's cock to suck. Mark and Tony then licked and sucked my breasts, areola and nipples while Jason ducked his head between my almost vertical splayed thighs and lapped at my oozing juices.

"Hurmngh," I vociferated a pleasured gasp when they made me cum, Jason presently using my draining juices, which had trailed down my perineum, to ease two then three fingers into my anus. I'd always wondered if a cock up my ass would hurt, if only initially, however, Jason's well meant and mannered fingers were highly pleasurable. It seemed to me, that this young upstart was skilled in the ways of sex.

"Nice and warm and lovely and tight," he proclaimed, before withdrawing a finger and adding a pair from his other hand. Jason then drew my ass open and, I guess, looked inside. I suppose I should have felt ashamed at what was being done, but they were collectively urging me to yet another orgasm and there was no way I was going to stop that.

"You want us to fuck you, Ms Tucker?" Ronaldo said; his cock, when he withdrew it, covered in drool, which I slurped up and subsequently replied that I was.

Of course, and being that he was between my legs already, Jason, his lips and chin covered in a sheen of my pussy juices, soon poised his warm cockhead at my opening. He, however, went no further, not until, and in response to his downward head gesture, I moved my hands between my humid thighs and held myself open for him.

"What's the magic word, Jenny," exclaimed Mark.

"Fuck me, slam your long, yes, fuck, more, hard cock into me." I barely got my demand out before Jason sheathed his weapon in my needy cunt. It was deep, so fucking deep, I thought it would appear from my mouth. Still my nipples were licked, sucked, sawn from side to side, even, by guarded teeth, and all while Ronaldo stroked me distended clit.

Within moments rather than minutes, I was cumming, reaching for the zenith of my next orgasm as it crashed through my prone wanton body. On and on I urged Jason, then the others in turn, to fuck me. By the time they had me turned over and laid across my table I was a delirious highly sexed wreck.

"What, em, now, you do me to," even my words were incohesive, as my ass cheeks were drawn apart. I was going to be fucked anally, I realised, and there was no stopping whoever it would be; no going back.

"Oh no, no, no, emn," I murmured a sigh, as the head of one of their youthful cocks was nudged against my barely exposed anus and subsequently eased into my tight little asshole.

"There's 20 minutes before the end of lunch, Jason, we've yet to have something to eat," Ronaldo confirmed it was his long thick cock that was trying to burrow its way up my tight backside.

"Hurmn," I moaned, as I lay flat on the table and took a slow ass fucking from the upstart.

"Okay, then, lunch, we can finish with Ms Tucker later," Jason agreed, but not before he'd taken himself from my almost limp body and covered my back with streaks of his warm sticky spunk.

After they'd gone, I slowly stood up. I then felt ‘his' cum trail down my back from where I scooped up what I could and smeared it over my body. My cunt was on fire to be fucked by them. They'd awoken another woman inside me, one who had a far greater sexual appetite that even I had known or realised.

Having quickly dressed, my thong still as it was, I took out my packed lunch and managed to finish it just before the class was set to resume, only no one returned until 10 minutes later, and then just Jason and his mates.

"You're la—te," I exclaimed, quickly checking myself as to who I was addressing. They still had the film on their phones.

"Where are the others," I wondered allowed.

Jason, who'd sat closer than earlier, stood up. "We sent them home for you. Said that something had ‘come' over you," he began, adding emphasis to ‘come', if only to remind me. "You wouldn't want them to see you with your panties down, now would you," he smiled a half coy smirk, an indication that that's where they needed to be.

"I'm...I'm supposed to be helping you, you know," I responded timidly.

"And you have, you will, Ms Tucker," Jason assuaged me as he moved ever closer.

"You...you had your cock in my ass," I intoned, not knowing what else to say.

"Yes, and you were rather enjoying it, wasn't she," Jason uttered, gesticulating for one of his gathered friends to lock the classroom door.

"I washed it...my cock," he elucidated, in response to my bemused reaction. "So...!" Suggesting that I once more kneel before him and suck his, all their cocks.

For what, by the time they'd finished with me, was as good as an hour, I was subjected to, quite pleasurably, mind, not just the same as during the better half of the lunch break, but a continuation thereof.

After I'd once more sucked their cocks, which were still hard, I noticed, I had their mouths and tongues over my body, even when one of them was thrusting his cock at me with a powerful swing of their hips, as I lay, once more, on my table, my legs even further back and wide. ‘Fuck me,' my mind continued to urge, as I sucked whoever's cock filled my mouth at that time.

When Jason came at me a second time, he first filled me up with his broad length and then drew my legs around his waist and had me place my arms over his shoulders. He then raised us up with his hands under my spread ass cheeks and subsequently bounced me up and down his cock for a while.

"Tell them what you want, Ms Tucker," Jason urged me, as if I needed him to; all the same, it was a strange position to be DP'd in.

"One of you, all of you, put your cock in my ass; fuck my ass," I exclaimed, and then I received Jason's welcome lips on my warm fevered ones, followed by an equally warm cock up my backside, entering me, stretching me filling me with its thick length. When I thought it was all the way in, he surprised me by filling me even more.

"Tell him you like it, you like being fucked in the ass." One of those waiting his turn taunted me.

"I like it, I like being fucked in my ass. Fuck my ass, huh, huh, fuck my ass," I cried, gasped and demanded

After that, they, and each of the others in turn with Jason, bounced me up and down their combined cocks like I was a rag doll. What surprised me, during all of that, was, how Jason supported my weight for the duration, and that none of the others gave up the contents of their cum filled balls.

For the next eventful position, one that filled me with a degree of momentary shock, Mark and Tony were laid on the floor in what I could only describe as a scissors position; the underside of each one's cock touching, thereby creating a long, double broad cock for me to take inside my wet and horny pussy. Thankfully, I wasn't expected, nor was I directed, to taste myself on them.

It was clear that all four of them would soon fuck me and at the same time, ‘what a complete slut I would presently be,' I realised, as I stepped into position and lowered myself towards the super dick below me. Just then, I stopped. A perverse, you could arguably say, thought entered my head.

"Film me, Jason," I said.

"Are you sure, Miss?" Ronaldo, below and in front of me, intoned.

"Yes. Please. I want to see the slut you've made me to be," I rejoined, and then waited for him to return with his camera phone.

"Okay, Jenny, you lovely slut, when you're ready," Jason directed me to commence.

"What about, emn, they're quite thick, when you..."

"Fuck you, you mean," he said, second guessing my obvious question.

"Yes, that," I crooned, as they filled me up.

"When I'm fucking your lovely tight ass," he teased.

"Yes, yes that, please," I almost begged him to possess me.

"Mark, behind you, can film it in close-up, in fact..." Jason momentarily handing the phone to his friend, "...he's doing it now." And with that, and Tony stood in front of me, his cock poised for me to consume with my mouth, Jason knelt behind me and slid his long thick erection up my once virgin tight asshole.

"Hurmngh, I murmured, as I closed my lips around Tony's shaft, ass juice on it and all. I was a slut their slut, that's what sluts did and was expected of them in return for the pleasure my body was and had been receiving; a quite broad dick filling my pussy, a long thick one reaming my ass, and all while I fucked my mouth on a fourth and Ronaldo sucked and licked my tits and nipples and somehow managed to stroke my clit.

When, and having they made me cum, Jason and Tony changed around, I was a near wailing mess, demanding to be fucked by them, even as I rode back and forth on Mark and Ronaldo, urging my next climax to explode.

To finish with, and still filming me, I was given the option of laying on the table with my round ass part protruding over the edge, or being bent over it; my feet wide apart while I held my ass cheeks invitingly open for them - no doubt getting my back covered in streaks of their delicious warm sticky spunk. As tempting as that sounded, I settled on the first option and held my ass open all the same.

"Fuck my ass," I appealed to them. "Put your cocks in my ass and fuck my brains out," I crooned.

"She's quite demanding, Jason. Nothing like the strict bitch we've come to know, these past weeks and days," Tony observed.

"A bit more filthy, then you can suck our dicks while your ass gets nailed," Mark urged.

"I want you, each of you, to stick your long hard cocks up my ass and pound me. Yeah, really give it to me. Then I want you to spunk your load all over my face and body," I rejoined.

"There, that wasn't so bad," Jason intoned, smiling as he moved between my drawn up and out thighs. He then lined up his cock with that of my exposed asshole. My head was then turned to the side, towards Mark's cock, which immediately filled my mouth. Jason then fired his long thick cock into my anus with one smooth fluid thrust.

"Hurgh!" I mumbled an exclamation in response. I'd somewhat asked for it, demanded he nail my ass, and nail it he did; back and forth, in and out his cock fucked my backside, almost spearing into me with deep decisive lunges with each forceful swing of his hips.

"I'm gonna cum for you Miss," Jason, presently, intoned, an indication for Ronaldo to take himself from my mouth as Jason did likewise; grasping his shaft to temper his release.

He then, having moved up level with my face, relaxed his grip, gave the shaft a few flurries of his wrist and shot his second load into my awaiting open mouth.

Some of it streaked past me, of course, landing on my warm fevered cheek and even my hair. He also directed the last stream over my body and invited more than directed me to smear it over myself, which I obliged while Mark took up his position between my thighs and I sucked the dregs of cum from Jason's cock and balls.

Having received my pleasured due's from each of them, Jason obliged my request to see myself being fucked by them. Once I was dressed, he connected his phone to the laptop I use for class and loaded the video of his recording. ‘Until tomorrow,' he intoned, as I watched myself being, well, debauched by them. ‘Yes, then,' I ideally rejoined, as they left me to watch the video.

Although there was no audio output capability, what I was seeing needed none. My fingers were soon inside my wet thong. I stroked my responsive clit as I watched Jason's cock disappear into and then reappear from my tight little anus.

With almost 2 hours of the afternoon session remaining, I paused the clip, which I could in no way leave on the laptop, and went and locked the door. I've never, ever, in my life watched a pornographic video, and yet, for the duration of watching myself, sometimes fast rewinding bits to watch again as I pleasured my horny slutty body, I couldn't take my eyes from the screen.

I loved having my ass plundered by them, I equally enjoyed having them cum for me, over me and relished the taste; especially sucking them at the end. I then realised that, my partner, Stephen, wouldn't be inclined to take my ass. If I were to somehow encourage it, I felt sure he would suspect what had happened; not with Jason and his friends, but that someone had awoken the desire within me to be taken anally.

For the remaining few weeks and days of the course, my lunch breaks were empty; the four of them going out for lunch and leaving me somewhat frustrated at their neglect. On Friday, though, Jason gave me a note when the class left. Reading it afterwards, it directed me to dress slutty, in particular, some nice sexy lingerie and a loose fitting skirt and blouse. I was then told where to meet them.

Stephen, who worked at an office Mon - Fri, played golf Saturday mornings and then had lunch at the club. We'd hired a nanny to look after the children for while I was working and did some weekend shopping. ‘I can do this,' I said to myself, before tearing up the note and disposing of it in several waste bins as I passed through town on the way to M&S.

I quite enjoyed our long, pleasurable tryst's at the weekend. The quartet of young studs treating me with utter respect and opening my mind and body up to numerous sexual positions and acts. One highpoint that stood out for me, was that of being restrained, and lightly struck with the tongue of a riding crop. Not just my round ass cheeks, but my breasts and nipples. When it was used on my exposed, open sex, I, as Jason informed me, squirted. A fountain-like jet of clear liquid spurting into the air from where it cascaded onto my trembling body and thighs.

Eventually, Stephen confessed that he had been unfaithful with his secretary, even though we weren't married. Because of my own betrayal, which was down to his neglect, I had no idea how to respond to his confession. I did, however, realise I had the upper hand, as far as sex went. I laid down my terms of forgiveness, which included him once more having sex with me and, in particular, anally. Of course, I still saw Jason and his friend's on Saturday's - every Saturday. My monthly cycle didn't start until Monday, and so I was super horny for their cocks to pound me. If that weren't the case, I'd of welcomed them up my ass for the duration of our time together. Oh, the love of unbridled, debauched sex and four highly competent studs!