Date: Fri, 17 Oct 2008 10:56:40 -0700 (PDT)
From: Diner Nighthawk <dinernighthawk@yahoo.com>
Subject: Camping with Mrs. Lawrence

Thanks for all the positive feedback on 'Fulfilling Jamie' guys. This one
is written in kind of the same vein, but the subject matter is a bit
different. As always, feedback is welcome at dinernighthawk@yahoo.com or
through myspace.com/dinernighthawk. And before I get more confused letters,
please note that I am a male writing from the female perspective... I don't
know why, I just find female first person hot.


Camping with Mrs. Lawrence
by Dinernighthawk

Special thanks to Suzanne Wright, who writes the best DP scenes in history.

Keywords: bi, dp, teen, mmF, oral, anal


I awoke to the cool breeze and salt-spray smell of ocean. I could hear the
boys and girls on the other side of the campsite running around, getting
ready for the big trip to Morro Rock and I sighed in relief knowing I had
at least twenty more minutes before I had to be dressed and put up with any
of them. It was Tuesday morning.

There was a knock on my cabin door, and a familiar voice chirped
"Mrs. Lawrence?" I'd been divorced for three years now, but I never got
around to changing my name back to Sue Ann Pierce... even though it still
made my skin bristle to hear myself referred to under HIS last name.

"What is it Bobby?" I called back. I'd hoped he wouldn't just barge into my
room, but just in case I pulled the rough campground sheets up to cover my
naked breasts.

"Can I come in?" he called back, but he was already twisting the
doorknob. I sighed.

"Come on in."

He stood in the doorway looking like the proverbial.. whatever it is that
cats drag in. His unkempt black hair hung down to his cheekbones. His dark,
Asian skin glistened from running around in the morning sun. His torn,
baggy jeans and his faded knock-off Tommy t-shirt looked liked it had been
through more than one of his brothers as it was handed down.

"What is it Bobby?" I asked, taking care to keep my forty year old body
covered.

He stared at his shoes and nervously rubbed the nape of his neck. "Can I
ask you a favor Mrs. Lawrence?"

"That depends on what it is," I smirked.

"Could you be the counselor for my group today?" he asked, embarrassed.
"Some of the guys are joking about pushing me into the ocean because they
know I can't swim. And I don't trust any of the volunteer counselors."

I smiled, flattered. "I'll see what I can do." I took one more look at my
sad little student. Bobby was incredibly intelligent, but he was only a
stick of a young man and unbelievably impoverished. It was the worst
combination for any boy to live with trying to make it through public
school. The other boys were all so mean to him, and nothing I could do was
going to stop that. If only he had a little self confidence.

"Thanks Mrs. Lawrence," he smiled.

"Bobby, you shouldn't let the guys push you around so much. I think you
should keep your head up more, and stand up straighter. I know how mean
boys your age can be, but if you can at least look less scared, than they
wouldn't give you such a hard time."

He groaned a little, under his breath. "I'll try," he muttered,
uncommitted.

"Try it now!" I laughed. "Look me in the eye."

He slowly raised his face until our eyes met. It seemed to take all his
effort to stay focused. He'd held it for a moment, but then his eyes would
dart back downward.

I tried not to chuckle. "And take your hands out of you pockets. It makes
you look scared."

"Ummm..." he started. His eyes kept bobbing between my gaze and the floor.

"NO 'ummms' from you," I responded. "It'll make you feel better, I
promise." He took his hands out of his pockets. He was slouching worse than
ever. "Come on, stand up straight Bobby."

Bobby stood up straighter, and that's when I realized I'd made a mistake.
His bad posture, and his hands in his pockets weren't due to being shy...
it was because he was trying to hide the erection that was tenting in his
baggy jeans. I inhaled sharply, and took a long look at him... his eyes
weren't darting to the floor. He was trying not to stare at my nipples,
which had grown hard from the cold air, and were standing out against my
sheets.

"Can I go now?" he asked, his cheeks a dark crimson.

"I think you should," I muttered. Now it was I who couldn't meet HIS gaze.

His hands returned to his pockets, and he hunched over again as he closed
the cabin door behind him. And I sat in my cabin, alone and in the dark,
trying to figure out why I was so wet.

...

It worked like this:

Every year, the three teachers in the grade level I taught sent their
students to Camp Explorer in the san Simeon woods. It was a dense forest
located about 35 miles north of Morro Bay California. We arrived on Monday
and went home on Friday, and for many of the students this would be their
first experience out of town without their parents, so obviously it was a
big deal for all the students.

During Camp Week, one teacher would stay behind to take care of the
students who weren't allowed to go, while the other two would follow the
students to camp to act as supervisors and Counselors. The student body was
then broken up into three groups at random, and separated amongst twelve
same-sex cabins. Each cabin would be issued a counselor.

Since there were twelve cabins and only two teachers, we would spend the
months prior trying to talk parents into volunteering to chaperone. We
would also find college students studying for their teaching credentials,
and they would volunteer in exchange for "work experience" credits. Every
year it was a fight to make sure there were twelve counselors before we
left... many times we weren't sure if there would be enough chaperones
until the week before we were scheduled to leave.

This year was special for me though. I hate feeling good about this, but
the week before we were scheduled to depart a particularly bad case of the
flu virus swept through our school. Before I knew it, some eight kids had
backed out of the trip due to illness. We left Monday morning with twelve
chaperones, but only enough students to fill eleven cabins. Through a coin
toss, I won the right to have a private cabin, and I would act as an extra
counselor to one of the three groups, whichever I chose. Because of Bobby's
pleading, I chose his group.

It was great having a cabin to myself this year. I hid a little bottle of
Belvedere vodka in my luggage to keep me warm at night. I also snuck my
little shoebox, my treasure chest, along for those cold nights
alone. Inside was an assortment of my favorite toys and lubes to keep me
occupied.

Being forty and single was admittedly hard. I'd started to dye my blonde
hair a few years ago to hide the white that was creeping in. I was wearing
more makeup to cover the new lines that seemed to appear daily. My bright
blue eyes were turning a dull shade of gray. And my once firm and tight
body was growing softer and curvier.

I'd gone on a few dates since my divorce, and even fooled around with a few
men. But the fact that I was no longer a young woman, that I was no longer
going to be fucked by some young stud, usually came crashing down on me
following a few weeks of dating, and I'd brake it off. My nights were spent
perusing stories on the internet and shopping for newer, bigger sex toys.

When we got off the bus at Morro Rock, all I could think about was getting
back to my cabin tonight and trying out my new toy: it was a dual vibrator
with a big thick dick that curved around into a slimmer dick, made to
penetrate me both vaginally and anally at the same time. While I'd resigned
myself to a life of masturbation and fantasy, I saw no reason I couldn't at
least pretend I was being taken by two virile men.

The bus broke up into three groups... one would go up to the Falcon
observatory at the rock, another to the tide pools around the sand, and
mine and Bobby's group would explore the beach and observe the local sea
lions, harbor seals, birds, and otters.

Bobby held a special place in my heart, far above the many young faces I
had taught throughout the years. He was always so optimistic, always ready
to answer and question. His father had left a few years back while his
mother, an uneducated immigrant from the Orient, supported Bobby and his
brothers on her meager earnings selling Mary Kay and what she could collect
in food stamps. I'd caught Bobby once a few months back, bussing tables
under-the-counter at a local trucker's diner, trying his best to pull his
own weight. But he never missed class, and always turned in his assignments
on time, so I never reported it.

As we strolled along the beach, Bobby trailed at rear of the pack with his
only friend Josh. Josh was not a popular boy, but he wasn't picked on
either. He was almost six feet tall, taller than my meager 5'6", with his
blond hair in a flat top. His cheeks were perpetually rosy, and his western
European heritage left him with skin as white as alabaster. He played
football and baseball, and it left his young body hard, but it never seemed
to provide him with a tan.

Josh and Bobby should have had nothing in common, and yet they were joined
at the hip. Bobby had no other friends because of his station in life, but
Joshua had no other friends because of his perpetual accompaniment of
Bobby. And both, for whatever reason, were happy with this arrangement. I
was just satisfied to know that Bobby had a little joy in his life.

...

I was daydreaming about tonight again when, about an hour into our walk,
the students started hollering and chanting "Fight! Fight!" They had
huddled into a large circle, while the camp guide and the other counselor
tried to fight their way into the center. I stood on my toes to peak over
their heads, and I wasn't surprised with what I saw:

TJ, one of the alpha-male rich kids, was pushing Bobby around and trying to
make him cry. Josh was also trying to break into the center of the circle,
screaming "Leave him alone or you'll be sorry!" but one of the counselors
were holding on to his arm to keep him from following through on his
threats.

Just as one of the college-aged students was about to step between TJ and
Bobby, something shocking happened. Bobby balled up his little fist, and
packed it into TJ's nose. A spray of blood splashed Tiffany, one of Mary's
students, and she began screaming. TJ fell down.

"You're gonna regret that you little shit!" he spat. A counselor grabbed TJ
and pulled him up, while another was dragging Bobby away. "Just wait 'til
tonight!" he promised. "You just wait!"

Bobby started to cry.

...

The rest of the field trip was called off that day, and when we all
returned to camp an emergency counselor meeting was called. Threats against
students couldn't be taken lightly, so we were debating the situation and
our options. We could call off the trip altogether and go home, but many of
the students (and their parents) would have been severely disappointed. We
could send TJ home, but he had a lot of friends in school who would have
taken out their anger on Bobby. It was a shitty situation, but the only
thing we could think to do was send BOBBY home, for his own safety. But
that was like punishing the victim. We couldn't even transfer Bobby to
another bunk, because we had no idea which one of students were going to be
willing to act as TJ's lackey.

That was when I realized: there was ONE safe cabin to keep Bobby in.

"Why doesn't he share my cabin," I volunteered. "There aren't any other
students there to give him a hard time, and I'll stick close to him through
all the tours from here on out."

The other counselors regarded my recommendation with apprehension. "I'm not
sure," the camp manager began, "how his parents would feel about him
bunking with a woman."

"I know his Mom," I continued. "I'll call her and inform her of the
situation. At least give her the option. That poor kid is never going to
get another opportunity like this."

They nodded in agreement, and left me to make my call. His mother was
ecstatic that I was going to keep a closer eye on the boy, and with that we
pulled Bobby aside privately and informed him of the situation. He seemed
very relieved with our solution, and I thought that would be the end of it.

Half an hour later I was back in my cabin. Bobby was collecting his things,
and I was repacking all the contraband I had brought with me. For the
second time today, I heard a knock on my door.

"Mrs. Lawrence? Are you in there?" It was Joshua this time, and I was a
little surprised, because Josh was one of Mary's students. I had no idea
what he would want to talk with me about.

I opened the door, but only a crack to keep my belongings hidden. I didn't
need him asking what the phallus with the jelly rabbit was supposed to
do. "Can I help you Joshua?"

"Mrs. Lawrence, I feel bad about Bobby. It wasn't even his fault the fight
broke out, and now he has to stay with a teacher all week!" Then Josh
caught himself. "No offense, or anything."

I smiled. "None taken. But all the counselors talked about it, and we can't
come up with any other solutions."

"Well I was thinking," he started. "Could I bunk with you guys too? There
are six beds after all. And at least he'd have some company."

I thought about this for a moment. It sounded like an excellent idea. "I've
got to make sure it's okay with your parents. But if it's okay with them
it's okay with me."

"You're the best Mrs. Lawrence!" he exclaimed. "If you tell them what
happened, I'm sure they'll say yes."

So I called his parents. And when they had heard what had happened to "poor
Bobby" and about their boy's proposition, they beamed with pride. They'd
always taught him to step up to the plate when he was needed.

...

I was restless that night. I'd waited almost a week, waited until tonight,
to finally try DP'ing myself. But of course, the company of two young men
negated that plan, and by midnight I was absently caressing myself in the
darkness. The cabin had three double-stacked bunks to hold six people,
arranged in a horseshoe shape. I stayed on the top bunk on the far right,
while Josh stayed on the top of the far left bunk, with Bobby underneath on
the bottom left. I was counting on sleeping naked all week and hadn't
packed anything to sleep in - luckily I had brought along a spaghetti-strap
tank top that was far too tight and meant to be worn underneath a shirt, as
well as some hiking shorts in case we'd had a warm day. It was
uncomfortable, but I had to make due.

Lights-Out was three hours ago, and I was desperately awaiting the sounds
of the boys' heavy breathing so that I'd know they were asleep. I'd already
undone the top snap of my shorts and was sliding a finger up and down the
swollen, damp lips of my sex. Just I was growing confident enough to take
off my shorts, I heard a whisper.

"Are you still up?" It was Joshua. My heart sank.

"Yeah," whispered Bobby in return. "You can't sleep either?"

"Nah. What've you been thinking about?"

I thought about sternly telling the boys that they needed to go to sleep,
but I didn't want to lash out at them just because I was epically horny, so
I kept silent and pretended to be asleep.

"Just how big an asshole TJ is," Bobby replied. "You?"

"Wondering how deep Mrs. Lawrence is sleeping." Joshua's voice was a little
louder now, like he was growing confident that I was out for the count. My
curiosity was piqued at this point: what could they possibly want to talk
about that had to wait until I was asleep?

"We've been laying here for hours," said Bobby, still whispering. "She's
gotta be out. Mrs. Lawrence? Hey, Mrs. Lawrence!"

He called my name so quietly that I understood he wasn't trying to get my
attention - he was making sure they had some privacy. So I didn't respond,
but I did roll my head towards them and cracked an eyelid so that I could
make out what was going on.

"I think she's out," Joshua said, and this time, he did so at a normal
speaking voice.

"Yeah," said Bobby.

"You want to jack off together for awhile?" asked Joshua.

That was when my heart skipped a beat. I was locked in a cabin alone with
two young men who were going to jack off in the dark together. I thought at
that point that maybe I should stop them, but I stayed silent and
discreetly continued rubbing my crotch in spite of myself.

"Definitely!" agreed Bobby. "Should I climb up there?"

"Yeah, that way if Mrs. Lawrence wakes up we can say we were just fighting
over the top bunk!"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. They weren't just planning on
pleasuring themselves, they were going to do so in bed together. On the top
bunk. Well within my eye line.

I heard some rustling as Bobby climbed up to the top. Both were in tees and
boxers, and I could clearly see the silhouette of Bobby's tent for the
second time today. It was dark, but it looked huge. When he finally got to
the top bunk, I couldn't make out much... in the darkness they just sort of
blurred together.

Then I heard the unmistakable sounds of an open-mouthed kiss. Bobby and
Joshua were making out.

So that's what they had in common.

Even in the darkness I could tell that they were removing their shirts and
bottoms, and soon were both completely naked. They sat upright with their
backs against the wall, and their legs spread eagle towards me. Bobby and
Joshua each intertwined a leg with the other, and began rubbing up and down
on their young tools and making out. All I had to go off of were
silhouettes, but these two looked to have the largest cocks I'd ever
witnessed - probably eight inches each, with the girth to match. I
repressed a sigh as I slipped two fingers deep within my folds and began
massaging my swollen clit with the palm of my hand.

"Did you see that top Mrs. Lawrence went to bed in?" Josh asked. "She
looked so hot!"

I blushed in the darkness.

"That was nothing," Bobby replied, stroking himself faster. "This morning I
woke her up, and she was sleeping naked!"

"Shut-up!" Josh shot back. "Did you see anything?"

"No, but her nipples were standing up behind the sheets. I had to beat it
twice this morning after I saw that!"

I felt the pressure between my legs building when I heard about the effect
I'd had on Bobby. The thought of him alone in the shower, whacking it
furiously to fantasies about my naked body, was intensely flattering. I
began pistoning my now-soaked fingers in and out of myself faster, making
quick circular motions with my palm. I was trying to be careful about
rustling the sheets, but the closer I was getting to climax, the less
control I had.

And then Josh whispered, "I hope I lose my virginity to someone as hot as
Mrs. Lawrence."

That was too much for me. I bit my lip, trying to keep from making any
noise, but as the pleasure overtook me I involuntarily let out a little,
muffled moan.

Suddenly the two were scrambling. I was afraid I'd spoiled it right then,
and that they were separating. I silently cursed myself for having ruined
the moment. When I finally found the courage to open my eyes again, I was
relieved to find out that both were still in bed together, they had just
moved. At first I thought that they were lying down next to each other, and
that the creaking rhythm of their bunks meant they were still masturbating.
But as my eyes began to refocus, I realized that there were feet sticking
out of both the top AND bottom of the bunks. And the wet noises
accompanying the creaking of the bed could only mean one thing.

They were locked in a 69.

I wished silently that I could turn on a light and witness the details of
the show, but I didn't want to risk stopping them again. Soon they were
moaning, and their bunk started slapping against the cabin wall as they
were thrusting harder. I needed to feel something deeper inside of me, so
started frigging my clit with my right hand so I could focus on my
penetrating myself with my left. I was so close now, and I was sure that
they would have heard the back and forth shuffling of my sheets had they
not been so preoccupied.

Finally I heard them moan in unison, deep orgasmic hums of ecstasy as they
spilled their virgin seed into one another's mouths. I couldn't hold out
any more, and I let the waves of orgasmic pleasure crash over my body - my
toes were curled tight, and my back arched.

"Oh... yes!" I said it too loudly, but I didn't care. My climax continued
despite the loud thunk of Bobby jumping off the top bunk and his desperate
scramble back into his own bed.

When my orgasm subsided, I was breathing heavily, and my shorts were
soaked. I rolled over in bed to look at the two, but both were in bed with
their backs to me, pretending to be asleep.

For the rest of the night, no one said another word.

...

On Wednesday, none of us talked about the night before. Today's trip was
into the San Simeon woods were we would again brake up into three groups,
and we made sure that TJ and his swollen, bandaged nose would be in the
group as far away from Bobby as possible. Still worried about retaliation
from one of TJs cohorts however, I kept my promise and stuck by Bobby's
side at the tail end of our group, along with Josh.

Our walk in the woods was very quiet at first. Realizing that the boys were
probably too ashamed to talk, I volunteered a game of 20 questions, and we
regaled ourselves for the rest of the walk trying to guess the person,
place, or thing the other was thinking of.

By lunch time we were all in high spirits and seemed to have forgotten
about last night's escapades. Confident that the other counselors could
keep an eye on Bobby and Josh for the next forty-five minutes, I sat down
to some trail mix and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich by myself away
from the trail, alone with my thought.

That was a mistake, because as soon as I was alone all I could think about
was two of them. I kept trying to imagine what their cocks looked like,
hammering in and out of one another's faces. I kept thinking about how they
came, and wondering if they swallowed one another's semen, or spit.

And I kept thinking about Josh whispering ""I hope I lose my virginity to
someone as hot as Mrs. Lawrence."

How could they find me hot?! I would be forty-one in December, and while I
still thought I might look nice to someone in my own age group, gravity had
had a lot longer to work on me than it had on Josh and Bobby's piers.

I chalked it up to young male hormones, and returned to the group. Everyone
was still eating their lunches, and the brake would last another half an
hour. But then I started to panic when I realized I couldn't find Josh or
Bobby.

I asked one of the other counselors who said the two finished eating early,
and wanted to go off to find some deer they thought they saw in the
clearing we passed about 100 yards back. The stupid college shit thought
that it would be alright. I scolded him, and started backtracking to the
clearing before anything bad happened.

I made it to the clearing, but what was happening was anything but
bad. Joshua was laying on a picnic blanket with his legs spread eagle. He
kept his shirt on, but he was bottomless and stroking his phallus up and
down. Bobby had mounted him in the missionary position, and was making
long, slow strokes into Josh's ass with his cock. He had his pants pulled
down to his ankles, but had kept his shoes and shirt on.

I hid behind a rock and just watched, mesmerized. Josh's cock was fully
erect, and a deep shade of pink. It looked just as big as I
remembered. Josh started rubbing faster and closing his eyes, and Bobby's
thrusting hips sped to meet Josh's rhythm. I wanted to masturbate, but
didn't want to risk getting caught by another counselor, so instead I just
squeezed my thighs together and promised my self a wild shower later.

"Did you like watching us Mrs. Lawrence?" I heard Bobby say. I was startled
at first, thinking he'd spotted me, but he was staring deeply into Josh's
eyes. He was fucking Josh and pretending it was me.

"I'm gonna come!" Josh shouted.

Bobby's pace quickened still. "Me too... oh Mrs. Lawrence!"

Again they came in unison, Bobby filling Josh's bowels with his boy come
while Josh lost his load all over Bobby's belly. Bobby collapsed onto Josh,
smearing Josh's come between the both of them. They kissed open-mouthed for
a moment, and then just lay there panting.

Finally, I cleared my throat, and both pairs of eyes were on me.

"Boys," I said, "We've got to get back to the rest of the group. Clean
yourselves up, and I'll meet you there."

Neither of them moved.

"Oh, and boys?" I smiled. "I loved watching you so much that I ruined the
only bottoms I had to sleep in."

I laughed, and sauntered away.

...

"What the fuck did you say that for?!" I thought to myself. "You can't put
thoughts like that into their heads."

But it was true... I loved watching them. By just admitting it, I could
lose my license to teach. And what was I hoping to accomplish by telling
them? That maybe they'd let me watch? That maybe they'd let me join in?

That maybe I could be their first woman?

A shiver went up my spine.

...

We didn't talk for the rest of the trip. The three of us shared a bench
together on the bus, but no one made eye contact with one another. I sat
between the two of them, and casually glanced down at the erections clearly
making their way down each of the boys' thighs.

Once we got back to camp the boys bolted as quickly as they could. I hit
the showers to clear my thoughts, skipping dinner for the extra time it
would buy me alone. When I shut off the showerhead I realized I hadn't
brought a change of clothes... rather than putting my sweaty hiking gear
back on, I just wrapped myself in a towel, confident I wouldn't be seen
with all the students being in the mess hall.

So imagine my surprise when I got back to my room to find Bobby and Josh
already there. Theirs bottoms laid in piles by the door, and they shared a
sheet thrown over their laps to masturbate under. Bobby was on Josh's left,
but he was leaning over to beat Josh off with his right hand, as they
shared a passionate kiss.

When the door opened, they stopped, but they made no effort to hide what
they were doing. They just stared at me, wrapped in my towel with my wet
hair hanging to my shoulders.

I didn't know what to say, so I didn't say a word. The camp managers were
calling Lights Out, so I closed the door behind me. I shut off the lights,
but I lit some candles I had brought to read (or masturbate) by. The boys
still hadn't moved, and I knew they were wondering what my next move was
going to be.

I found the lotion in my duffel bag, and purposely made a show out of
massaging it into each of my legs. Then I started rubbing it into my arms
before I finally looked at them.

"Boys, it's perfectly natural to experiment. And it's none of my business
normally, but right now we're in a really delicate situation. The other
counselor's wanted to send you, Bobby, home and the only reason they didn't
was because I promised to keep an eye on you. So if you boys want to sneak
off to... fool around, go ahead. But make sure I know where you are, so I
can come find you if you need to."

The boys swallowed in unison. Bobby nodded his head.

"I'd give you boys some privacy to finish up, but now that it's after
Lights Out I can't. But you shouldn't be ashamed if you need to get some
relief. I know from experience what the libido of a young man is like."

I turned around and smeared the lotion on my neck and upper torso. I heard
the tell-tale sign of sheets rustling begin again, and I smiled to
myself. And then I let the my towel fall to the floor and exposed my naked
backside to them.

I turned my head and asked, "You boys don't mind if I finish lotioning up,
do you?"

Both boys shook their heads, so I climbed up onto my bed to be eye-level
with them and, with my legs crossed, began massaging the lotion into my
breasts for them. They started going at it faster, their eyes glues to
me. I finished with my breast and worked my hands down my abdomen, back
down to my thighs.

I heard one of the boys gasp as I spread my legs and began working my inner
thighs - I was sure that neither of the boys had ever seen the female sex
before, and I was proud that mine would be their first. I kneaded my
fingers into my inner thighs, working closer to my hungry, aching pussy.

"You know boys, you should try doing that with lotion. It would feel much
better."

They were both staring at the folds between my legs, and Bobby didn't even
look up to ask "Do you think so?"

I laughed, as deep and as sexy as I could. "I know so. Do you think you two
invented the handjob?"

They stopped then, and both looked me in the eyes to see if I was serious.

"You don't believe me?" I arched an eyebrow, trying to look seductive. I
rubbed a generous amount of lotion between my hands and jumped back off my
bed, crossing over and allowing their shins to touch my sensitive breasts."
Let me show you"

With that I reached under the sheets with both hands, and grabbed both of
their tools. They were much hotter, and much harder than I expected. I gave
a few slow stroked up and down to lather their cocks with the bulk of the
cool lotion, than reached down to play with their balls a little.

"You're right Mrs. Lawrence," Josh rasped, his eyes closed. "That's much
better."

"Make some room you two," I said, and I jumped up into the bed between the
two of them. I had each of them put an arm around me, than continued my
massage of their stone-hard dicks.

Bobby had his face buried in my hair, inhaling the smell of my
shampoo. Josh was rubbing his face into my neck, kissing me so gently that
at first I thought his lips were just brushing me. I started to pump
faster.

"You know, you boys can touch me too."

That was all they needed to hear, as young hands began caressing their way
from my thighs to my ribs, and then back. Soon they were greedily squeezing
at my tits... Bobby was nibbling on one ear while Josh sucked on my
collarbone.

"I thought it was really hot," I whispered, "when you were fucking Josh and
pretending it was me." They both snickered a little. "But as flattering as
that is, Josh is so hot that you shouldn't have to pretend he's anybody."

"You really think so?" asked Josh.

I gave him a sharp squeeze, and continued stroking. "What do you think,
stud?" I smiled.

Josh was still cupping one of my breasts, gently pinching a nipple between
his thumb and forefinger. Bobby, however, was growing more adventurous and
was rubbing the patch of pubic hair above my yearning cunt. When I felt a
finger toying with the hood of my clit, I spread my legs wider to allow him
better access, then tightened my grip on the both of them to let them know
I liked what I was getting.

As Bobby's finger started making slow up-and-down motions against the side
of my clit, I rolled my head around so that we were cheek-to-cheek and
whispered in his ear "Just like that Bobby. But faster."

I stroked faster and Bobby stroked faster. Soon we had a rhythm, with the
boys thrusting their hips upwards into my hands. I thought about asking
Josh to put his fingers inside of me, but I didn't want to throw off the
delicate balance we had found, so I allowed him to continue exploring my
breasts. And then Josh and I made eye contact, and he leaned up to kiss me.

I don't know why, but his kiss felt far more taboo than anything else we
were doing. But I was a forty year old woman, jacking off two boys alone in
a cabin, and I knew I had crossed the line a long time ago. Finally I
returned his kiss, and when he opened his mouth a let my tongue slip inside
his mouth and started licking the underside of his tongue. When our kiss
broke I turned over to Bobby, who was more than ready to get the same.

The ecstasy was growing within me again. I started panting, and broke my
kiss with Bobby to stay "Don't stop... Just like that... I'm going to
come!"

"Me two," whispered Bobby, squeezing his eyes shut.

"Me..." was all Josh could get out before I felt the hot jet of his come
splash across my tits. His orgasm set off a chain reaction, and soon
Bobby's semen was firing across my abs. The feel of it, two boys reaching
bliss because of MY hands, was enough to send me into a crescendo of
pleasure-induced screams. My orgasm hit me like a freight train. I shouted
one last, long time, as my orgasm peaked - the boys still desperately
sucking on either side of my necks, still dousing me with pump after pump
of come.

When everything settled we were all panting heavily, trying to catch our
breaths. The orgasm finished, my head cleared and I realized I was a
teacher who just masturbated two of her student to orgasm. I felt shame,
disgust, lust, and pride all at once.

I didn't dare open my eyes to look at either of them. "Let's get cleaned
up, guys. We'll talk about this more in the morning."

...

Thursday was the last day before we all went home, and our final field trip
was scheduled for the Piedras Blancas Light Station to see the elephant
seals. Josh, Bobby and I discussed it, and agreed that we'd rather not go,
so I told the other counselors that both boys had come down with the flu,
and that I was going to stay behind to watch them. By nine we had the
entire camp to ourselves for the next six hours.

As the bus pulled off into the distance, we went to the mess hall to
scrounge up some breakfast. I made some bacon and scrambled eggs for the
boys, but just some coffee and toast for myself. There was something so
sensual about making breakfast for them after last night, that I thought
maybe I was going crazy.

"You boys realize," I finally started, "that we can't talk about what
happened last night? With anyone?"

Both boys were only too eager to assuage my fears.

"We wouldn't ever want to get you to get in trouble Mrs. Lawrence!" Bobby
started.

"You could go to jail! Or worse!" Josh agreed. "We'd never do that to you!"

"And I wouldn't want anyone to find out about me and Josh!"

"Oh shit, I hadn't thought of that. My dad would kill me if he thought I
was gay!"

I laughed. "Boys, boys, I'm convinced. As long as you realize
how.... serious our situation is. So you promise this all stays between
us?"

Both agreed.

"Alright. So then let me ask you... what else have you ever done with
girls? Ever?"

Both blushed, but Josh's cheeks burned the brightest. "Nothing, at
all. Ever."

"So that was the first time you had even kissed a girl?"

Both nodded.

It was empowering, knowing I was their first opposite-sex kisses. I was
determined to be their first everything else, too. "How about you boys join
me in the shower. I think we all need to get cleaned up.

With the camp empty, we didn't bother taking turns... we all piled into
community shower room together. I let the boys soap me up, and they paid
extra attention to my breasts and my pussy. And then I did the both of
them, taking extra care to make sure their virgin pricks were nice and
clean. They were so hard when I was done that they bobbed up and down with
the boys' rapid heartbeats.

Josh, as I remembered, was a bright red when fully aroused. Bobby, however,
had a deep purple tool, and it reminded me of an eggplant. When we were all
rinsed off I started kissing Bobby. Josh was behind me, and wrapped his
arms around me to neck some more. His organ came to rest in the crease of
my behind while the Bobby's stiff head rubbed back and forth between my
moistening vaginal lips.

"How would you boys like to be men before we leave this shower?" I cooed.

They didn't know what to say, but both seemed eager. I felt Bobby's head
start pushing it's way up into my petals, but I got on my toes and pushed
him away. "Not yet... first I've got to teach you how to get a woman
ready."

He looked me in eyes and awaited with anticipation for his lesson.

"Get on your knees Bobby."

Bobby did as he was told and I propped a leg up on a corner of one of the
stall walls for balance. I turned to Josh, who was still hungrily suckling
my neck and rubbing his cock between my cheeks. We started kissing, as I
felt Bobby's breath on my clit. Like tasting a new exotic food, his tongue
darted quickly and experimentally inside of me. Satisfied with the taste
however, he began lapping at my juices, opening me up with wide ice-cream
cone style licks. I broke my kiss with Josh. "That feels so good Bobby," I
told him. "Now lick me where you were touching me last night."

His tongue found it's way to the crease between my labia and my clitoral
hood, and he was making tight circular motions with his mouth. "Oh, don't
stop Bobby." I craned my lips over to Josh's ear. "Now while he's eating
me. I want you to take me Josh," I whispered.

I felt him make a few, clumsy pokes at my rosebud and my perineum. I
reached behind myself and guided him to my fully awakened opening. I hadn't
been fucked in so long, but now the head of the biggest cock I had ever
seen was firmly planted between my lips. He bucked his hips upward again,
and another inch slid into me. And then another. And then another.

And then the remaining length of his shaft glided effortlessly inside
me. He was so big I couldn't breathe, and I could feel the head of his
shaft lodged just beneath my belly. Then he pulled back and slid in again,
and again, and again but faster.

Bobby still hadn't stopped his generous stimulation of my clit, and I
ruffled his hair to and whispered "Don't stop. Either of you."

I knew Josh wasn't going to last long, so I wasn't surprised when he
wrapped his arms around me and started digging his nails into my
ribs. "Mrs. Lawrence, you're going to make me come!" he said, pounding away
from behind me.

My tongue darted into his mouth. I broke the kiss to whisper "Come inside
of me Josh. Come inside me!" I felt the flood of hot virgin sperm bathe my
insides, three, four, then five spurts before Josh bent his knees to
withdraw his now limp member from my body. "Congratulations stud," I
smiled. "You're a man now."

Bobby had stopped licking my clit and was now standing up to take his turn
from in front of me. I put the leg against the wall down, and had Josh hold
my other leg up as I felt Bobby's cock plow into me. He didn't need to
start slow, as my arousal mixed with Josh's enormous load had left me open
and generously lubricated. Bobby too wasn't destined to last long, but he
didn't need to. I ground my swollen clit into his pelvic bone and felt the
familiar surge of orgasmic delight shoot through me. "Come with me, Bobby!"
I urged him, and with a grunt a second blast of seed filled me. Bobby
howled until he was fully drained. The three of us shared a few more
kisses, then finished rinsing off.

...

The rest of the day was innocent enough. We had ice cream and I shared my
whole sexual past with them, including a couple of benders I'd gone on
after my ex-husband had left me. These were things I felt like I'd never be
able to tell anyone, much less a couple of my horse-hung students. We
played Scrabble and Yahtzee, and walked in the woods. Bobby talked about
his dad leaving, and Josh told me how he liked boys more than girls.

"Maybe you're gay," I told him. "Or maybe you're bi. Or maybe you're just a
horny young man trying to find himself. Don't be too quick to define who
you are."

The rest of the day went as such, and when the other kids got back we all
had dinner in the mess hall together. Finally, after Light Out, we went
back to our cabin.

"Guys," I told them (because I didn't feel right calling them 'boys'
anymore). "This afternoon was great. But you understand that tonight will
probably be our last night together, right? We can't keep doing this when
we get home. It's too dangerous."

Both of them nodded solemnly. I wanted tonight to be mind blowing... I
wanted to make sure they'd never forget me, and that it would be a long
time before they met a better fuck than me, no matter how young she was.

I remembered the dual vibrator in my bag, and I knew what I wanted tonight.

Both dicks were pretty comparable in size, but Josh had a little extra
girth so I wanted him in my pussy. Take off your clothes guys," I
commanded. "And Josh, I want you to sit on the couch.

I undid my sneakers, and pulled my ankle socks off. Then I took off my tee
and undid my bra. Finally I slid my little hip hugger shorts and cotton
panties down together with one hook of my thumbs.

Josh was already naked on the sofa, stroking himself slowly. I didn't know
how these two stayed so aroused... even in youth, I couldn't remember
anything like it. I got up on the sofa with a leg on each side of Josh. I
took his head in my hands and guided his mouth to moist slit. I didn't need
it, I was already so horny. I just wanted to make sure I was Josh's first
taste of pussy too.

Then I got on my knees and let him guide his member passed my lips, and
felt it burrow deep inside of me.

"Now Bobby," I said. There's a bottle in my bag. It says 'Silk:
Platinum'. I want you to get it for me."

Bobby quickly found it and brought it over to me, never allowing his right
hand to leave his member. I was slowly bouncing up and down on Josh, trying
to keep him from peaking too soon.

"Put some in your hands," I told Bobby. "A lot of it. And get it all over
your cock."

Bobby did as he was told. "It feels really good Mrs. Lawrence," he said.

"Now come over here and put some on my..." I had to be delicate with my
choice of words. "...on my back door, Bobby."

For the last time ever, I saw Bobby blush. And then he came over and
smeared it all over my rosebud. His experiences with Josh left me with
nothing to teach... indeed, the two of them have probably had more anal sex
than me. I held still as I felt Bobby work one, and then two fingers into
my rectum. Josh was thrusting upwards from below me.

"I can feel your fingers through her body Bobby," Josh said. "It feels
weird."

"It feels nice to me too," I laughed.

Then I felt Bobby's head nestle into my anus. He began with a light, back
and forth pressure. I relaxed and allowed my little rosebud to blossom a
little, and I felt the tip of his head enter me. Rather than plowing his
way in, however, he continued rocking back and forth, never allowing more
than an extra fraction of an inch to enter me at a time.

It took an eternity before I finally felt his weight shift forward, and
with a pop I felt his entire head inside of me. He held it there for a
moment, I assume to make sure I was okay. I smiled at him, and with that he
continued. Once his head was completely inside of me he didn't pull it back
out, he just kept inching further inside of me. I'd never had an anal lover
so gentle before... finally I felt his scrotum meet Josh's at my perineum,
and the two stopped to take in the feeling of being simultaneously embedded
into me.

"You two are so... big..." I hissed.

"Bro, I can totally feel your cock," Bobby said. "It's so tight."

"Go slowly," I said.

With that cue they started slowly moving in and out of me. Bobby would pull
his throbbing cock backwards to its head as Josh pushed his tool deep
inside of me. Then Josh would withdraw, as Bobby slowly made his way back
into the depths of my bowels.

I started rocking my hips to meet their alternating thrusts. Soon we were
moving faster, and faster. At first I tried to control the sensations
relaxing my muscles as Bobby withdrew, then clamping down as he pistoned
inward. Soon, however, I found myself unable to keep up as their paces
quickened, and I allowed myself to fall limply onto Josh hard body.

"Faster," I whispered, biting my lower lip. "Harder."

That was all they needed to hear, and now they were like jackhammers inside
of me. As their climaxes approached Josh missed a beat, and all at once
both cocks went sliding home, meeting somewhere deep inside of me together.
The sudden pressure made me scream, and I arched my back. Worried that I'd
frightened them, I urged them on, panting "Don't stop! Don't stop!"

When I came my entire body went tense... it was the biggest orgasm I'd ever
had. Both of them were grunting and moaning now.

Another orgasmic pulse, and my body clamped down on them I felt Bobby
bathing my insides with his seed.

Another pulse, and now Josh was coming.

I kept rocking my hips back and forth, feeling their hot and potent
lifeforce fill my entire body.

With one final shout I peaked, and so did Josh, and so did Bobby. One final
jolt of electricity shot through me as they both pushed their hips into me,
together, for one last time.

...

We never talked about what happened again when camp ended. At the end of
the school year I asked them to stay after class and meet me in my
classroom. We shared some hot cocoas and we talked about what schools they
were going on to. We shared warm hugs as we realized we may never see one
another again. And that was the end of it.

I've wondered, a the years have past, what happened to them and what they
became. And I wonder, when they fantasize about me, if they call me Sue? Or
Mrs. Lawrence? Or what I'd ask them to call me, if we ever crossed paths
again.