It had been 20 years since I had set foot in a college classroom and I was terrified.
I'm not an unattractive older woman in my 40s, maybe a little on the overweight side, but cute with red hair and huge boobs. I was dreading my first day. Going to a community college is something people make fun of, but I was taking it very seriously.
With my backpack on and school supplies in check, I headed up several flights of stairs to get to my classroom. My first class was a marketing class, which meant lots of good looking hot young guys.
After the time for class to begin passed by without a professor, a really hot guy stands up and introduces himself as our professor. Damn he was hot with salt and pepper hair and the sexiest smile and eyes, I was practically drooling over myself and very hot by the time class was halfway over, just from the thought of that sexy mouth and what it could do to me.
While the class introductions were being made, I noticed this other really hot guy looking at my face, ah hell, who am I kidding, his eyes went straight to the boobs and stayed there for a considerable amount of time. The mere thought of the two of them tag-teaming me just about blew my mind.
I nearly escaped class when it was over and made it home in time to grab my favorite bullet and relive the memory of those two. Damn it was going to be a long semester if I didn't get some real relief.
About a week later, the professor told me he needed to see me after class in his office. I guess he had noticed something in my glassy eyes as I would glance from him to the really hot guy in my class while practically squirming in my seat, because he needed to be seen after class as well, much to my very pleasant surprise.
When I got to his office, the two were in there whispering and they stopped when I walked in. I had worn a top that wasn't too revealing normally but my tits had swelled up just seeing the two of them together and the look of lust on their faces when they saw them mirrored mine completely.
After asking me to close the door, my professor told me that he knew I wanted him and he was pretty sure I wanted the other guy too. He said I looked like I was very hot and needed some cooling off, then said it would be a long semester if this continued to go on and needed to be resolved immediately.
Not being able to think with my brain because all the blood was concentrated in my clit, I misunderstood, thinking he meant the words literally.
Standing up to walk out, the younger guy grabbed my arm and spun me around. He proceeded to pull me tight in those strong arms of his and pulled my tongue into his mouth with his while he started to paw at my boobs, obviously skilled in the kissing department, boob fondling not so much.
Between hot kisses, he apologized and whispered in my ear that he was a virgin and had asked our professor for advice on how to please a woman. I guess he had figured the prof was a pretty laid back guy, so he could confide in him.
After apparently having a discussion, they picked me as a target, obviously seeing in my face that I was ready, willing, and able to help him with his higher education quest.
Seeing the young stud pawing at my breasts and rising to an unspoken challenge, my prof got up out of his chair and walked around and told the student to watch and learn. As the young guy kept fucking my mouth with his, the professor walked behind me and started to fondle my breasts, my nipples getting bigger by the second to the point of being uncomfortable.
Before I knew it, I was trapped between two very hot, virile men who both had sizable erections judging by what I was feeling. I had never been so turned on in my life!
At the urging of my prof, I stepped back long enough for them both to take my shirt off while the prof popped the clasp of my bra. He told the student to lean against the desk and have me stand between his legs so he could take my nipples in his mouth while circling the tip with his tongue, then lightly sucking on them.
After a few minutes of trying to stifle my moans while being serviced by the young stud, I was turned around and his tongue was soon replaced by that of the prof who demonstrated how it should be properly done, then they did a side by side lesson. I had to lean back against his desk, I was so horny and starting to get weak in the knees.
After a nice little lecture and lab session, my prof reached down and unbuttoned, then unzipped, my jeans. Pulling them down, he was surprised to learn I didn't have any underwear on. What they didn't know was I had had to take them off after class because they were soaked at the prospect of spending just a few minutes alone with the prof and were in the bottom of my backpack.