I was getting excited about the thought of men being turned on by looking at me; by them dreaming of me after class. Did they masturbate while thinkin... about my body? I found some of these thoughts madly erotic and would wake up sometimes touching myself “down there” and wondering what was wrong with me.Then one fateful day, John, one of the tutors at one of the art classes, asked for a quiet word after the class. He told me that he ran a small photographic club of what he called “elderly. We had a great sex life and spent a lot of time having fun but she was never like this. She had admitted to him that when she got home she couldn’t believe how much she enjoyed having me licking and sucking her soaking pussy and then tasting all their cum on my cock after!! To be fair I couldn’t stop thinking about this either.The thing that surprised me the most was that she wanted to meet them both again but only if they went out dancing and if she got to see the boys play together. This was. You take the head of your cock, and rub it over my clit…..and I start to thrust a little for you….. Then, you gently ease your magnificent cock, into might tight wet hole…. I grab your ass trying to get all of you in, but you manage to slow me down, and ease your cock in inch by inch….. You moan as you feel how tight and wet and warm I am, and adjust to the feeling of your cock being wrapped so tightly in my little pussy…. I can feel you in me so deep, the head of your cock pushing against my. "Tell me again who you belong to," she said.Fresh tears welled as I hoarsely whispered, "Only you."She began to peel off her clothes."Tell me how bad you want me."Overwhelmed with sensation, with desire, with her beauty, I could barely think. I stared at her as she finished undressing and walked over to me."I didn't hear you," she said and she suddenly removed the clamps from my nipples.I yelled in pain and she tenderly kissed and licked each one until the maddening pain was gone.She unclipped.