Hi, my name is Lana and on looking on your site and reading some of your letters I see that it is mainly orientated to men as are most things in life.  At forty-two I have fought most of my life to change that.  It’s not that I don’t like men, far from it, it’s just that life is skewed that way.  I will tell you a little about myself.  As I said I am forty-two and 5’ 8” tall with just over shoulder length brown hair, blue eyes.  I have a trim body where besides having an active job, I also workout several times a week.  It was at one of those sessions that I heard myself described as a MILF.  I hate that term, as they are decided who is of a slightly older group, a mother and is still worth a fuck.

In my case it is so wrong because I have never been a mother, not that I couldn’t have been, but it was through choice.  I was a bit flattered that these two twenty something men considered me worthy of their bedtime fun.  I have nothing against that and have had more than my share of sexual partners.  What it did do was to make me sit and rethink what I was striving for in life.  Sat there thinking I can tell you that the two men in their early twenties were both pretty good looking and as both worked out, they were both in good shape as well.

It was a short time later when I was sat cooling off from my workout, that one of the lads came and sat close by.  He too was cooling off.  He saw me looking at him as he stared at my tits.  Men tell me they’re one of my better features.  I always thought they were too big for me, but they are what they are. I always thought my legs were my best bit.

He immediately said Hi and asked if I enjoyed my work out.  I told him that I had and said that I could see that he had as well.  He looked confused as to how I might know that.  My nod and looking down at the bulge in his crutch had him going red.  His mate was still working on one of the exercise machines and I told the young man that the LWOAF on the machine was working hard.  He was again looking confused.  I explained that the “Lad Worthy of a Fuck” was working hard.  It took seconds for it to sink in and as it did, I pointed out that I wasn’t a MILF as I wasn’t a mother and had never been one.

By this time the young man was bright red.  His mate was finishing up and I went off to shower and change.  I came out the changing rooms to almost bump into the two lads.  The one that worked out the longest asked, “So I’m a LWOAF am I?”  I told him that he and his red mate both were.  He was by far the cockier of the two, “Well if you have the time I have the place,” was his response.  I pointed out that I not only had the time but also the place.  The two lads huddled together for a few moments whispering before the cocky one said I was on.

I had thought that the one that went red might bottle out, but I was surprised when they said they would follow me.  Just a few minutes later we had stopped our cars on my driveway.  For a split second I nearly bottled out.  Not because it was a threesome as I had been in several of those before.  It was because both of them were young enough to be my sons.  Then my own needs took over as I let them both into my house and took them to my spare room.  “So now you’re here what do you want to do with me,” I asked. 

The cocky one that I now knew as Pete stepped forward and thrust his tongue into my mouth and grabbed my tits.  Not only was he rough, but why do all men go straight for the tits.  Thomas his mate cuddled up to my back and started to stroke my arse cheeks.  Not only was it a better choice, but he was gentle and much more arousing.  At least he hadn’t gone straight for my fanny.  Pete soon had my tits out and as he buried his face in them and started sucking on one then the other his hands were at my pussy.  The lad had not patience and no skill at building up his woman’s needs and then releasing them.

He was a straight in, wham bam type of guy.  Thomas on the other hand had dropped to his knees and after lifting my skirt was lovingly massaging and kissing me arse cheeks that were exposed around my mini panties.  His was a much gentler and giving loving style, and I liked it.  Not so for Pete as his fingers were now invading my pussy and pushing up into me.  My pussy still wasn’t ready for being penetrated but here I was with two fingers halfway in.  Not the most comfortable start to a fucking, especially a three way.

Then Pete was wanting my panties off causing Thomas to stop while they come down and off.  I was expecting the fingers to resume their assault on my pussy, but no he had stopped and was undressing.  Thomas on the other hand had asked if me may lick my fanny.  I of course told him yes.  I turned to face him, and he slipped his warm soft tongue the full length of my pussy before concentrating on my clitoris.  It was absolutely gorgeous the way his tongue swirled all over my clitoris before finally finding my hole and slipped inside.  It was a far better approach on my pussy than just trying to ram two fingers straight into my pussy.  I heard myself let out a gasp.

Then Pete was back, “Make way for the stud,” he commanded Thomas, and I was pulled roughly away from that glorious tongue and almost thrown onto the bed.  Pete was quickly up between my legs and stabbing at me with his cock trying to penetrate me.  Twice he nearly went into my arse instead of my vagina.  In the end I had to grab his cock and steer it to the right place.  Then with very little, to no finesse, he was in me and thrusting away for all he was worth.  What a sight I must have been, my skirt hoisted up to my waist, my panties on the floor and my tits hanging out of my bra and blouse as he banged away at my pussy.

This wasn’t lovemaking it was just raw sex and not very good sex at that.  Fortunately, he didn’t last that long and deposited what felt like a good-sized load in me.  I was left high and dry as he rolled away saying that the slut was all Thomas’s now.  Thomas started to move forward, and I told him I needed a toilet break first.  Thomas had undressed while Pete was banging away at me. And as I got up to go to the bathroom, I could see both their cocks.  Pete’s was definitely the longer of the two, but Thomas’s might have been thicker.

In the bathroom I took a pee and then washed my face and my pussy before undressing and returning to the bedroom.  Any build up of excitement that Thomas had generated had been lost by Pete and his banging.  Pete had now put himself on the chair beside the bed and still naked he watched as I joined Thomas on the bed.  He was so sweet the way he took my face in his hands and swept my hair back and placed lots of little kisses all around my face before finally kissing me on the lips.  He waited for my mouth to open before his tongue slipped into my mouth and mingled with my own tongue.

A hand had now reach one of my tits and gently found the nipple and was rubbing it in a round motion.  It was some time before we broke the kiss and Thomas bent his head to take the nipple not already being played with into his mouth.  Again, he was soft and gentle.  It felt more like one of the girls I used to make love with rather than a man.  His head and tongue snaked down my body stopping at my navel.  Something few men ever do.  His tongue was in the crack swirling his tongue in my bellybutton.  The sensations were wonderful.  It was a shame he stopped and moved on.  I thought I might just have reached orgasm had he worked it just a little longer. 

Then his tongue was in my pubic hairs I keep a neatly trimmed patch, not tightly trimmed but under control.  I had never had a man kiss and lick me there they always go straight for the fanny, but not Thomas.  A few more minutes of anticipation before asking if he may lick my pussy.  I was gaging for him to get on with it and gave my permission.

I heard Pete say, “you don’t need permission to lick out an old tarts fanny like this.  The grateful old slut must be dying for more.”  He wasn’t wrong but he didn’t have to say it so crudely.  Thomas’s tongue was again licking the full length of my crack and again swirling around my clitoris.  The sensations were fantastic.  I was almost lost on the trail to my first orgasm of the day when Pete’s voice boomed out again.  This time telling Thomas that he had cum in my pussy, and he should stop now if he didn’t want a mouthful of his cum.

I just wished that Pete would go away.  Thomas ignored him and his tongue split my pussy lips apart and entered my vagina.  Then it was back at my clitoris.  Then it was going between the two places.  Then the rainbow swept in.  How can any woman ever explain the feelings that washes over her and the sensations of pleasure and colours that fill her mind and body?  Well, that was where I was at.  I was brought back to reality hearing that booming voice again, “The sluts only gone and come,” Pete boomed out.  Thomas answered it with a, “Mmmm,” as he lapped at my juices.  I get very wet down there when I come.

Thomas wasn’t finished yet and was lapping up every drop he could.  I could already fell the sensations building again.  I was pretty close when he stopped and slipped up my body taking my legs up on his shoulders and asked if he may proceed.  I gasped, “anytime.”  Then Thomas fed his thick cock slowly in.  He was going slowly.  I wanted to shout at him to fuck me long and hard, but all that came out was grunts and moans.  Then Pete’s voice boomed out again,” the slut likes it.  Listen to her.”

I wanted to shout at him to fuck off and go away, but all that left my lips was, “Go,” before I again gasped.  Thomas took it as a go faster.  That did it, he was thrusting faster, and the sensations were building, and the balloon was close to bursting.  I could hear myself groaning and then the rainbow split out of the balloon and for a short while my sensations were in overload.  I could start to hear and see things again and that voice was booming out again saying what a wild slut they had here.

Then a smaller, but just as significant, balloon split open followed by a second and third. There were rainbows everywhere and they just seemed to keep coming.  Of course, in the real world it was me coming multiple times.  Then I could hear Thomas groaning and then the biggest balloon of all split open and the sky was awash with colours. It felt like death from a thousand tickles that itch was to die for.  Then all too quickly the sensations subsided and the colours faded and reality came crashing back.

For a moment I could hear Pete but not what he was saying.  Thomas was still between my legs, and they were now quite uncomfortable.  I managed to free them from Thomas and allowed them to return to the bed.  Thomas was still gasping for breath and suddenly Pete’s voice was coming through loud and clear.  He was telling Thomas that it was wild, and he wanted a go like that, suggesting to Thomas that he had warmed me up for him.

I suddenly occurred to me that he meant that he wanted to fuck me again.  Besides Thomas still being on top of me, I wasn’t ready for another fucking, well not yet anyway.  Thomas was beginning to roll off me and I could see Pete getting ready to take his place.  Pete was saying that he wanted a piece of that action.  I stopped him by telling him the only way he could get action like that was to go away and learn how to treat a lady.  I could see the look of annoyance and disappointment in his face as he started to dress.

Thomas went to also get up and I pulled him back telling him where did he think he was going and that I wasn’t finished with him yet.  Thomas laid back down.  Pete left and slammed the door on his way out.  I told Thomas to start right from the beginning again.  His hands were back holding my face as kisses rained down on my face.  It was one heck of a long afternoon.

Two weeks later back in the gym I found Pete and Thomas sat together just before their work out.  Pete called over, “are we on for another fucking.”  I told him that he had obviously learnt nothing since I last saw them.  I told Thomas, “I’ll see you later,” and gave him a wink.   He had the biggest sexiest smile ever.