“Looking for one?”
“No, not especially.”
“How do you cope?” Neil asked.
“How do you mean?”
“Sexually,” was his bombshell answer.
“That’s far enough Neil,” I said as I felt Paul’s hip touching mine.
“It must be difficult after years of regular sex,” he said.
“Just leave it please,” I said as Neil turned sideways to look at me and his knee touched mine.
In a very gentle voice and with his stunning blue eyes boring into mine he whispered. “Do you miss it very much Jayne?”
I couldn’t reply. I knew he would see through a lie, but there was no way I could tell them that I missed sex every second of every day and that my body was craving to be sexually serviced right at that very moment.
“Do you?” he repeated not moving his knee from mine.
“Well Jayne?” Paul said his leg now touching mine from my hip to me knee.
“No, now stop please.”
Neil put his hand on my arm, just beneath my shoulder.
“I don’t think you really mean that do you?”
“Yes, yes I do, I do.”
I felt Paul’s arm slide round my waist, his hand rested on my hip.
“We don’t think so,” he said squeezing me.
“No we don’t Jayne,” Neil said his face moving closer to mine. “Do you want to tell us about those fantasies?” He asked.
Shit somehow, he knows I think about him, I thought, but quickly realised that couldn’t be as his hand ran down my bare arm and held my hand. “We don’t mind telling you about ours do we Paul?”
“No, we don’t do you want to hear Jayne?” Paul asked as I felt his mouth on my head in my short, blonde hair kissing it as Neil lifted my hand and kissed the palm of that. His arm went round my shoulder.
“No, this has to stop, it’s crazy, its madness.”
“No it isn’t Jayne, it’s what you want, you want us as we want you.”
“Stop, please, please stop,” I half-heartedly implored them.
“It’s like our fantasy” Paul was saying as he licked the side of my neck and slid the tip of his tongue into my ear.
“Oh God,” I groaned loving the feel of that but dreading showing it.
“We imagine undressing you Jayne,” Neil said as he pulled on the neck of my top and slid it along my shoulder exposing my bra strap. At the same time, I felt Paul’s hand slip inside my top at the back. “We imagine seeing your breasts, your awesome breasts, your instant hard on breasts,” Neil went on as Paul’s hand slid up my bare back, his fingers slipping under my bra strap.
I felt as though I was being hypnotised. The words and phrases hit me so hard sending strong erotic feelings rushing through me. I was being orally seduced and I seemed to have no way of stopping them.
“No Neil, Paul no,” I groaned the sensations from his hands on my bare flesh sending powerful messages roaring through me.
“We think of sucking your nipples and squeezing your big, soft tits; you like that don’t you Jayne?” Neil asked as I felt Paul fiddling at the clasp on my bra strap. “Do you like your tits being sucked teacher?”
“Stop, let me go, leave me,” I begged, probably meaning just the opposite and certainly sounding unconvincing.
Neil’s hand found my breast. I grunted with the pleasure it gave me.
“You want it don’t you?”
“No, you’re too young. You’re my students.”
Things were spinning out of control. I was losing it. I could ‘hear’ myself thinking ‘why not’ instead of stop it.
Paul was kissing my neck as he undid my bra; I felt powerless to stop him. I was aware that it was madness and so wrong, but I felt powerless to stop them, it was almost as if I had been drugged
Neil was whispering. “Let me see your breasts Jayne, let us see your wonderful tits.”
I was then put completely over the top. I was leaning back against Paul with my eyes closed although I was still making token efforts for them to stop. Neil took hold of my hand and pulled it. My entire body jerked and my mind was filled with such want when he put my hand right on his bare cock, which unbeknown to me he had got out from his jeans. Paul quickly did the same thing and I was in this incredulous position of holding a cock in each hand at the same time.
I knew that I should stop them; I knew that I should be stronger and I knew that what I was doing was madness, probably socially and career wise. But then, since parting from Kevin my whole fucking life had become madness. Other than one mad period when I’d had a six-month affair, I had been faithful to him and had expected us to be together for the rest of my life. Finding him being unfaithful for the third time blew me away and I kicked him out. That was the signal for my craziness to begin.
The very night he went I spent in the arms and then the bed of a female neighbour. I found chat rooms, I found cybering and I made online friends with whom I had phone sex. I read Literotica, I looked at female porn and I started to write erotic stories. After the divorce became final, I had a six-month spell of ‘putting it around’ and I slept with six or seven guys, but then I saw sense and stopped. That’s when I met Sammi and started my bisexual, lipstick lesbian affair with her.
I tried telling myself that I had become sexually liberated; another view was that I had lost my morals and standards regarding sex. My shout on that is that after finding out how unfaithful Kevin had been and meeting so many men online and in real life who cheated or wanted to, that it was a bit of goose and gander for me. The bottom line, I guess, is that I have come to see sex for what it really is, simply a process, just like having a great meal, well maybe!
As Paul undid my bra and pulled the straps over my shoulders and Neil pushed the front of my top down, Sammi’s advice came to mind ‘if you want it, do it’ and that ‘if it feels ok it is ok.’
Still holding the two, what seemed to me to be incredibly hard, pricks in my hands, I stopped resisting, both physically and, more significantly, emotionally. I gave in I suppose as between them they bared my breasts.
“Oh yes Ms West,” Paul sighed cupping my left breast.
“Jayne they are fucking gorgeous,” Neil grunted lifting my right breast and running his tongue across it.
I sighed deeply, maybe even grunted as the two students gave me so much pleasure by stroking, squeezing, caressing, licking, chewing, kissing and sucking my breasts. I leaned back with my eyes closed and gave into the pleasure they were providing. As they feasted themselves on my ample boobs so I felt their hands on my legs. They slipped up my skirt, which in any case was more than half way up my thighs. Two hands found my thong covered lips and clit inside my tights and knickers and rubbed me there. I was near to a climax. One of them pulled my skirt right up so it was bunched round my hips and incredulously I even raised my bum for them so they could get it higher. Somehow, and I really have no idea how, they managed to get my tights down a little way, probably around the top of my thighs thus, exposing my thong. Unceremoniously, they pushed that to one side so they could get at my bare womanliness and my wetness; yes, so they could get to my real cunt and not the make-believe ones of my hands. It was almost surreal.
It got more so as I felt both of them thrusting their hard youthful cocks in my hand. They were starting to fuck my hands and fingers. Their cocks surged further into my hands. I held them tighter forming two surrogate cunts for them as they went faster and deeper. It was an incredible experience. Although I had masturbated Kevin many times and in my crazy period after the divorce came through, I did that to a couple of other guys, I had never had my hands fucked before and I knew I was moaning with pleasure from what their fingers were doing to me
They moved so they were no longer lying beside me, but instead were kneeling so that I could see both of their cocks in my hands. I simply held my hands still and gripped their cocks hard enough to provide the necessary pressure, but not so much that they couldn’t pump in and out.
And like that with their fingers in me and their cocks in my hands we all climaxed.
I had never seen so much cum as they spurted out. Alright there was the two of them, but each of them ejaculated so much more than Kevin or any of the other older, forty plus guys I’d been with had done. It was the spunk of youth I was thinking as my breasts were covered by their sticky, acrid goo.
After they left, I was mortified. Ridden with guilt and shame I simply cried for ages; I didn’t seem able to stop.
How could I, a middle-aged lecturer, have done what I did with them? Where would it lead, I asked myself as I stood under the shower a couple of hours later? I was trying to wash all signs of them away from me. The crying was an effort to purge myself emotionally and I was now trying to cleanse myself physically. But how can I cleanse myself I questioned as vision after vision of the afternoon’s events on my sofa flooded my mind? Visions of them stroking my hair, putting their hands up my sweater, cupping my breasts, removing my bra, taking my top off, rolling my skirt up, pulling my tights down and pushing my thong to one side? Sitting between them on the sofa I had let them paw me, caress me, suck me, kiss and lick me as they had pressed their wonderfully youthful and formidably hard cocks into my hands. I had let them finger me, rub my clit and my lips and push their fingers inside me, two from each of them at one time. And I had let them make me cum as I made them cum with my hands. And they completed fucking my hands by cumming on my breasts. God what was happening to me?