Jack and I had been hooking up ever since his girlfriend dumped him.

He was a student worker at the university where I taught, and he came to fix my computer regularly. Or whenever I lied and said I needed my computer diddled.

We’d just wrapped up a lovely lunchtime quickie when a thought occurred to me: If he was game, we could kick our affair up a notch.

As he was saying good-bye, I reached up and straightened his tie. He was one of the few student workers who insisted on looking dapper and professional. Most of them just bounced around in graphic tees and shredded jeans. “Next time, why don’t you bring Baxter?”

Baxter was the newest of the new on the technical team. Nineteen, café au lait skin, bright green eyes and tall like nobody’s business.

Jack cocked an eyebrow. “For sex?”

I rolled my eyes. “No, for tea. Of course, for sex!” I leaned in close and grazed his chin with my teeth. He made a gruff noise. “We could do it at my place. Saturday. I’ll get pizza and make a cake.”

“I like your cake,” he said, one arm snaking around me.

I grabbed his crotch and gave his cock a gentle squeeze. “You like my everything.”

“I do. I really do.”

I squeezed again and felt his dick stir. “Talk to him. See if he’s interested.”

He shrugged. “I will. But I’m not fucking him. He’s cool, but that’s not my thing.”

I laughed. “I didn’t ask you to fuck him. You’d both be there to fuck me, handsome. I’d be the star of that party.”

He groped my ass and kissed my cheek. “Gotta go. I’ll text you, and let you know if he’s in.”

As the door swung shut, I certainly hoped he was. I wanted him in. In me, that was.

A text from Jack arrived about 20 minutes after he’d left my office, saying he and Baxter would see me at seven on Saturday night.

They were right on time.

I answered the door and welcomed the two strapping young men. One blond and fair, the other dark-haired and richly toned.

“Boys,” I said, smiling as I ushered them inside.

Baxter wasn’t as shy or reserved as Jack had been the first time we’d hooked up. He instantly went into joke mode. “I was lured here by pizza and cake. And, oh… ” he said, pretending to think, “pussy.”

“Which do you prefer first?” I asked, stepping back.

He looked me up and down in my jeans and flowing tunic. “Well, I have to say I prefer pussy first. Always.”

Speaking of pussy, mine got completely wet when he said that.

“Then let’s not make you wait.” I hooked the collar of his tee with a finger and pulled him in for a kiss. His mouth was soft on mine, and his hands went right for my tits. He squeezed them gently and then not so gently. He found my nipples through my top and pinched them between his strong fingers.

“Oh, Bax,” I said. “I knew we’d get along well.”

I stroked the hump of hard cock in his pants. My breath caught when Jack’s arms closed in around me from behind and his warm hand settled over my pussy. I’d have given anything to have my pants fall off right then.

“Don’t leave me out,” Jack said against my ear. He raked his teeth down the side of my neck making me shiver. Jack and I had fucked enough for him to know I liked a hint of pain with my pleasure.

“Oh, don’t worry,” I said. “No one’s leaving you out.”

I pressed back against him and felt the glorious length of hard cock waiting for me.

“Now, here’s the most important question… ” I said, extricating myself from their hunky embrace.

They stared at me with full attention. “Who wants pussy and who wants their dick sucked?”

Jack was amused. “I’ll let Baxter choose. It’s his first time.”

Baxter considered me carefully. His gaze roamed up and down my body, making me shiver with excitement. My nipples turned to twin hard knots of flesh beneath my tunic.

“I think I’ll start with your mouth,” he said thoughtfully as he reached out and ran his thumb along my lower lip. I turned my head and sucked his digit, giving him a hint of what was ahead. A pleasurable noise rumbled in his throat. “But then I’ll want to swap, Jack, because I don’t want to miss out on her pussy. I’ve heard it’s amazing.”

“Just say the word,” Jack said. Not wasting any time, he tugged my tunic over my head and tossed it aside. “Bedroom or right here in the front room, Professor?”

“Let’s go upstairs. More room.”

They followed me like obedient students. Baxter couldn’t help but reach out to run his fingers over my denim-covered ass as I walked. Beneath my jeans, I was soaking wet and ready to be fucked. I was so horny I could hear my pulse thumping in my veins.

In my bedroom, Baxter stripped me out of my jeans and panties. Then his hand was between my thighs, and he was thrusting his fingers inside my wet cunt.

“Nice. You’re soaked. You excited? For us?”

“Jack’s fingers tightened on my hips as his cock continued pounding me.”

I nodded, my breath catching. He was young, but he was confident and bold, too. That was an intoxicating combination.

“Get on the bed,” Jack said. He smacked my ass once, hard, and my pussy flooded. That smack resonated through me like a roll of thunder.

I got on the bed — nude, wet, ready and shameless. I watched them disrobe. They did it side by side like they were in a locker room, ignoring one another.

Jack’s familiar cock sprang free of his boxers — long, hard, thick and rosy-tipped. Baxter was next. He had a shorter cock, but it was way fatter than Jack’s. I licked my lips just watching him grab it and give himself a few strokes.

He walked toward me, and my mouth popped open instinctively. Baxter moved in close and dragged the tip of his dick along my lower lip, but he pulled away when I moved to suck it.

“Not yet,” he teased.

I nodded and watched him stroking himself lazily, while my pussy grew wetter and wetter. Jack got on the bed behind me and played his dick along my dripping slit. I moaned, pushing back enough to egg him on. Baxter smiled and traced my lips again with his erection. My tongue darted out and licked the dot of pre-come off his tip. He tsked at me but didn’t pull away. Instead, he pressed forward so his cockhead was in my mouth, and my lips sealed around him.

I sucked, and he smiled, while Jack slid into my pussy slowly from behind.

“That’s the Prof,” Jack said in a husky voice. “Wet and tight and ready.” He slammed home on the last word, and my cunt seemed to quake at the forceful intrusion. I moaned around Baxter’s dick, and he took that opportunity to slide it in farther.

Baxter held my head in both hands, gently but firmly, and thrust faster. The head of his cock brushed the back of my throat. I inhaled deeply through my nose and sucked.

“You weren’t lying, Jack,” he said. “This woman knows how to give a blowjob.”

I slithered my tongue along his shaft, greedily lapping at his sensitive skin.

Jack’s fingers tightened on my hips as his cock continued pounding me. I gripped him with my internal muscles, and I heard him groan.

The excitement in the room was palpable as one handsome stud filled my mouth and the other filled my pussy. My entire body thrummed with pleasure and anticipation.

“I bounced back and forth between them, pleasure coursing through me.”

Jack started fucking me harder, rougher. He squeezed my hips tight and drove into me like a wild man. Baxter sighed, the urgency apparently contagious, because he bucked more frantically into my mouth. I relaxed completely and let him fuck my face as he needed.

Jack delivered a smack to my ass, and fire seemed to race across my skin. I felt the ghost of his palm print on my butt. It thumped in time with my heart and my pussy.

He did it again as I rammed back against him to take him as deep as I could. I moved my hand to my pussy and touched my clit. Just that little sensation was almost enough to send me over   the edge as Baxter filled my throat with his dick.

I strummed my clit again, then managed to make soft, little circles. Another smack from Jack, another plunging thrust, and I came with a strangled cry as my pussy spasmed crazily around his dick.

Baxter pulled free of my lips, panting. “Almost lost it there, Prof. How about we switch, Jack?”

Jack pulled free of me, and I felt his absence as the aftershocks of my orgasm continued to sound inside me.

The boys moved around me as I stayed put in the center of the bed. The star of the show. An amazing, amazing show.

Jack looked down at me and said, “Your mouth is my favorite.” He shoved his cock between my lips, plunging in fast and deep, and I shuddered, sucking furiously to get him off. I wanted him to come down my throat. My fingers strayed back to my clit as Baxter inched into my cunt. He was taking his sweet time. One of his hands smoothed over the curve of my hip, and I moaned around Jack’s shaft.

“Easy with that. I don’t want to come yet,” my blond boy warned.

I swirled my finger over my clit, pinched it and then rubbed it furiously. Reaching down farther, my fingers tapped Baxter’s balls and his tempo increased. I paused for a moment and stroked his sac as he fucked me. That got him moving even faster.

“Fuck, ma’am. I think I’m going to come.”

I twirled my tongue around Jack, and he fisted my hair, tugging me forward even harder. I gagged on his cock, and he did it again. He liked to make my eyes tear and watch my makeup run — and I liked him to be on the rough side.

Baxter slammed into me, driving me forward onto Jack. I bounced back and forth between them, pleasure coursing through me. I pinched my clit again, and I lost it, coming loud and long.

Jack hissed and then flooded my mouth. He held my head as he emptied into my throat.

Baxter gripped my hips tightly, digging his fingers into my flesh, and then jerked against me. Wetness flooded my pussy, overflowing my snatch and dripping down my thighs.

Asking Jack to bring Baxter along had been one of my best ideas ever. If things went my way, pizza and cake night would become a regular thing.

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