I asked him if he was going to fuck me straight away. He had such a beautiful cock, standing all big and proud. He told me 'no', he had promised to return the compliment of performing oral sex for me and would fuck me afterwards. I made him promise not to loose one tiny fraction of an inch off his rampant cock. He knelt between my parted legs and pushed his hands under my bum. I was lifted towards his mouth and he set about my cunt as if he was eating a big, wet, juicy watermelon and it was getting juicier by the second. With his hands intermittently stroking my bum and his mouth and tongue playing delicious harmonies on my pussy I started to wonder if he too had been tutored by Mr. Wright. I was so ready for sex that I started to cum almost immediately and once I'd started they just kept rolling over and through me until I was utterly wasted. This didn't stop Peter one little bit, he just kept playing and teasing with gentle licking and sucking while I got my breath back, then started all over again. Eventually I had to beg him to stop. He told me to wriggle onto the bed properly then started with his magic tongue across my belly to my tits were, one by one, he sucked a nipple into his mouth and flicked the hard, extended tip with his tongue. He covered me with little love bites that would only last a few minutes before pushing my tits together and blowing big, friendly bubbles in the valley between. As his mouth moved onto mine I felt his knob head easing my pussy lips apart and his cock nuzzled against the rim of my cunt. I parted my legs wider and felt his cock slip in, just a little, as if I had given the correct answer. I opened wider and received more cock as my reward. My heels hooked over opposite sides of the double bed and I thrust my hips up to welcome him into me. He fed his length in, little by little, a little out then an extra bit back in until he was balls deep. Mr. Wright had taught me to use my cunt muscles and I tried to hold him tight but then he started to move and I rapidly lost all control over every muscle in my body. Peter had a fantastic hip action that moved his cock and his beautiful cock head all around my cunt. I came quickly and loudly and he carried on fucking me steadily. No rush, no panic, as if he had all the time in the world. After I had shuddered to probably my 5th cock induced orgasm he eased his cock right out of me and replaced it with his fingers while he altered his position. We were laying head to toe when he buried his head between my legs the second time and I moved to take his cock in my mouth. We 69'd for a while as I recovered. I find it odd that when I have a cock in my mouth and the guy is eating my pussy I am so concentrated on his cock that my orgasms are quite small but if I have one guy's cock in my mouth and another guy licking my cunt I just cum and cum and cum like a train. When I had recovered sufficiently he fucked me again. Still he hadn't uploaded his spunk into my greedy cunt but he was still hard for me. If I'd known about Viagra then I would have sworn that he had a drip feed direct into his main artery. Little did I know that 40 or so years later Viagra would enable him to fuck me nearly as well as when he was in his early 20's. Finally he fucked me doggy style. I pushed back onto his cock as he pulled me hard back. The angle was perfect and I could feel his cock bent slightly down forcing his foreskin back and forth as his cock tried to straighten and stand upright. With a final deep thrust I felt him shudder and a wonderful warm feeling of spunk being shot deep into my cunt made me cum with him. We snuggled up close, his fingers gently playing with my pussy and my hand tenderly stroking his cock. About half an hour later we stirred ourselves back into wakefulness. 'We need to eat' he told me. 'Fish 'n chip supper?' He knew how to spoil a girl and no mistake! We fucked, all weekend, taking a break on the Saturday afternoon to go out and get the equipment to shave my pussy, some KY Jelly and some food. We returned, shaved it, lubed it and tried it out with a quick fuck. It was good so we fucked some more. We ate the food much later. Sometime early on the Sunday evening, when I was fucking Peter cowgirl, he told me that he needed regular access to my body and that I should move in with him. I told him I was very flattered but felt that tying myself to only one cock for the duration of my time at Uni was not what I wanted. Then, to emphasise my point I asked him what we were going to do about those two guys from the park. He went silent for a long while. “OK, he announced, you live here with me. You can have as much other cock as you want as long as it does not interfere with your studies AND I organise the cocks for you!” I thought about what he had said, “So you're going to be my pimp?” I queried. His turn to pause, I watched him thinking and finally he responded. 'Way I see it is this; I want your body available to me at all times but I know that you will need lots more cock and lots of different cocks. I cannot supply that on my own however I saw your face when I told those guys you'd blow them for a fiver. I know you'd have done it for free, gladly, but when I made them pay your eyes sparkled AND you told me you loved it. Watching you suck them off was a massive turn on and knowing that I was going to fuck you soon after made my cock rock solid almost instantly and we both benefited from that, I think. It's a win/win situation for both of us.' Just the thought made me cum a little and I felt his cock stiffen I started riding him hard. Within a very few minutes he had spunked deep in my cunt and I had flooded his cock with my cum. Like he said win/win. 'Let's go and find somewhere to eat', he suggested when we had both recovered, 'we can work out the details'. We discussed practicalities. If nothing else it was good preparation for our course work. The house was all his on a small, by today's standards, mortgage. He had converted it with the intention of letting to students. We would live together and I would 'work' out of 'Flat 1'. We had a plan! Peter phoned the two guys. They both agreed a 'fiver for a fuck' and Peter booked them in an hour apart. I spent my spare time teaching myself to roll a rubber onto a banana with my fingers then perfecting the technique using only my mouth. By Tuesday I thought I had it off pat and that night tried it on Peter. It worked perfectly but I pulled it off before he fucked me. Steve arrived on time. Peter led him into the 'waiting room' as I appeared at the bedroom door. I was naked. He looked pleased. I took him into the bedroom, leaving the door open. I removed his trousers and pants and went to work on his cock with my fingers, mouth and tongue. When he was nicely hard I slipped the condom out from under the pillow, tore the top off and slipped the rubber into my mouth. The next time my mouth came off his cock he was ready to fuck. I pulled him to the bed, laid down, opened my legs and stroked my smooth pussy. 'Gonna fuck me big boy?' Then I realised my first mistake. I had no control over him! He fucked me like there was no tomorrow. I wanted him to cum but not in about 30 seconds. For a fiver he needed to get at least some moneys worth or he wouldn't be back anytime soon. 'Whoa! Not so fast, let's make it last a while.' I told him, 'Lie down, let me fuck you.' He didn't need asking twice and rolled off me and onto his back. As I climbed aboard I saw Peter's smiling face in the mirror over the bed. 'Better?' Steve nodded, eyes glued to my tits bouncing up and down in time with my cunt sliding up and down on his cock. I was back in control. Using the skills Mr. Wright had taught me I took him close to ejaculation then back again. The look of despair as I let him down was beautiful to behold. I teased him for a while then saw Peter making winding motions in the mirror so I built him up again. All the signs told me he was close, 'ready to spunk in me, big boy?' He nodded. 'Fuck me doggy?' He nodded. I was off in a flash and bending down offering my swollen cunt to him to plunder himself. As soon as his cock was touching my cunt I thrust back onto it as hard as I could. 'Hold my hips! Pull me onto your nice hard cock! Fuck me hard!' He did and as he pulled me on I thrust back onto him. It was only seconds before I felt him shake and judder as he came. I came with him. My first 'paid for' fuck. It felt good. I was officially a whore. More than enough compensation for using the rotten rubber. While Steve recovered I eased the spunk filled johnny off of his cock, tied a knot in the end and tossed it into the waste basket then I cleaned his cock with my mouth. Like Mr. Wright had also taught me, it's the little details that make the difference. Peter arrived as Steve pulled his trousers up. 'Good?' 'Damn Good!' Steve told him. 'Here's your club-card,' Peter handed him one of our new cards. 'this is your membership number and that's the phone number, printed in two halves, backwards,' Peter showed him how it worked. 'These,' Peter handed him 20 similar cards but thinner, 'are for you to give to your mates, tell them she's a damn good fuck. They've got your membership number on the back. Tell them to give that card to me and when we have 10 of them back you get a free fuck. Sound good?' Peter showed him out the back door and through the side gate while I freshened up and re-lubed for my next 'john'. I was enjoying myself. I was quicker the next time. More time sucking his cock and rubbering him up then straight on top, cowgirl, where I fucked him for all I was worth. Making my tits bounce and putting his hands on them to hold them steady. He squeezed them, which was nice but when he started to squeeze them too hard I told him to ease up. He was a 'john' not my lover! I teased him same as I teased Steve, then told him to fuck me doggy to finish him off. He was cleaned up and on his way with his new club-card and twenty points cards inside 25 minutes! The phone rang while Peter was showing him the back way out. I was freshening up and re-lubing when Peter returned. 'Shall we go out and celebrate?' 'Can't, next punter is due in 15 minutes!' Peter smiled and I gave him a big kiss. I had a frantic weekend! Using today's idiom our advertising ploy went viral! We had restricted my 'working' hours to Thursday night from 7pm until.. Friday the same and Saturday and Sunday from 1pm until the last john went home. I never seemed to stop and was on my knees one way or another all my 'working hours' seeing two johns an hour most of the time. We started buying durex and KY Jelly in bulk. Within six weeks I was getting more cock than I could handle (pun intended). I was worried that from Thursday through to Monday Peter wasn't getting the quality fucking he needed and deserved and I didn't want him going elsewhere for his needs. I had no problem with him fucking another girl but I did want him cummin back to me afterwards. I needed assistance. The guys at college talked about two subjects 1. Football 2. Sex. We eavesdropped their conversations hoping for the name of a 'good fuck' or 'real slag'. Peter found Roz and I Gwen. Roz looked the better option and I approached her. She was interested and we 'interviewed' her in my room in halls. She, like me, wasn't too happy about using welly boots as she called them. I told her she could have my husband, Peter, bareback whenever she felt the need but shouldn't make any long term plans for him. She liked that idea. She moved in that afternoon and had my 7pm in another ground floor flat. It was a busy night for both of us. Both Peter and I had taken a peek at her 'working' during the evening and were very satisfied that we wouldn't loose any business. After we had finished for the night I freshened up and re-lubed as usual. Roz didn't need any explanation, she did the same. Of course I was used to there just being Peter and I in the house so went upstairs to a light supper naked. Roz, having been invited, came with me. Peter turned from the stove to be met by many a young man's dream. Two naked whores standing in the doorway both wearing 'fuck me smiles'. After we had eaten Roz said, 'can I fuck Peter now?' No preamble at all! I warmed to Roz immediately. 'Of course!' I told her, 'be my guest'. We all went into the bedroom and Roz went straight down on him. On her knees, legs parted for balance and her bum swaying gently. She deep throated my man and I instantly understood why Peter loved to watch me having sex with another man. It was so beautiful. I knew what pleasure she was getting and what pleasure she was giving my fella. That made me happy for both of them. Her bum was tantalising and I was strongly tempted to spank her while she sucked Peter's cock. I gently stroked it instead and the little wriggle it gave was enough to tell me I was very welcum. I explored her rounded buttocks and fingered lightly down her crack. That got even more satisfied and encouraging wriggling with quite a few additional moans of pleasure. She was a noisy cock sucker anyway. Two fingers slipped into her easily and I worked her poor abused cunt while she sucked my man's cock until she was on the very verge of orgasm. She pulled her mouth off Peter's cock so fast it surprised us both. She knelt over him, held his cock against her fuck hole and sank down onto it, shuddering as she went. She was good, very good, she kept riding him right through her orgasm and out the other side. Peter steadied her by holding her tits and I made her cum again and again by rubbing her clitty. Peter had been watching us both fuck all night. It didn't take him long to spurt his first load of the night into her cunt. I could tell that pleased Roz. When Peter had softened a little Roz rolled straight onto her back and opened her legs wide. 'Now clean me up Sister Slut! Let's give your man a real show and get him ready for your turn'. I needed no second bidding. My head was between her legs and I was sucking Peter's spunk from her well fucked cunt before she had the chance to change her mind. Mr. Wright had told me I would enjoy eating a woman's cunt. Mr. Wright was not wrong, as always.