The last time I had seen Miss May, I was mentally undressing her, whilst pretending to concentrate on painting a bowl of fruit. She was my art teacher and I was a few years too young to do anything more than fantasize about her.
Eight years later, she was still as sexy as ever. So what if she was at least fifty? She had a body that would put many of her former female pupils to shame.
She was sitting at a table in the corner of the bar, apparently engrossed in the book she was reading. The tits that had launched a thousand fantasies bulged from the pink lace cups of her bra. Her purple silk dress was cut so low, she might as well have not been wearing it and her dark blue mini skirt left plenty of smooth, bare thigh flesh on display. I didn’t care to think what might have happened had she dressed so provocatively in school. Well, apart from her probably getting fired.
Looking up from her book, she studied me for a few seconds, and then smiled.
“Hello, Mike. Long time no see.”
“You remember me!” I exclaimed.
“I never forget a former student,” she replied.
“Especially one so un-promising,” I added. “Can I get you a drink?”
She shook her head. “Thanks, but I’ve got one coming. But you’re welcome to sit down and tell me what you’ve been up to since leaving school?”
In the space of three minutes, the conversation was flowing and I was beginning to think this might be the luckiest day of my life. Then, a young blonde woman in a low cut, bright yellow dress that scarcely covered her hips, appeared at the table, carrying two bottles of beer.
“Aren’t you going to introduce me?” she asked, sitting down beside Miss May.
“Julie, this is Mike. Mike this is Julie.”
“Nice to meet you, Julie,” I said, shaking her hand.
“I trust they meet with your approval,” the young blonde quipped.
“What?” I blurted, feeling myself blush.
“My tits. Don’t worry. If I wasn’t comfortable with the attention, I’d wear a bra.”
“Julie is another of my former students,” Miss May explained. “She’s a couple of years younger than you.”
Julie looked at me and smiled. “I’m twenty-one. So, you’re another one who used to sit through art class with a hard-on.”
“At least you didn’t have that problem,” I responded.
“True,” she agreed. “I used to wet my panties in art class.”
“I never knew you were a lesbian, Miss May,” I blurted.
“Neither did I,” Julie cried, in mock indignation. “Miranda, have I been having sex with a lesbian?”
“Probably,” the teacher smiled. “But what you do when you’re not with me is your own affair.”
I felt a sudden pressure between my legs. Julie had removed her right shoe and was casually rubbing me with her foot. And I thought I’d been bold by openly ogling her tits.
“Is he hard?” Miranda asked.
The young blonde sipped her beer and licked her lips. “He’s getting there fast. It feels quite promising. What do you think?”
“Are there any other potential candidates?”
“There’s Raoul, the Spanish bartender. He finishes his shift at four.”
“Not really my type,” the teacher mused. “That Latin gigolo look doesn’t really do it for me.”
“What’s going on?” I demanded.
“Julie and I are looking for a stud for an afternoon threesome,” Miranda said. “No strings attached. Are you interested?”
I had only taken two sips from my beer, so I wasn’t drunk. Neither were my former teacher and her voluptuous young girlfriend.
“Let’s go!” Julie snapped decisively.
The journey from the pub to her apartment took about five minutes. The two women walked hand in hand, with me following behind, my hard cock throbbing in my jeans.
Miranda led me straight to the bedroom. While Julie pulled the blinds, my former teacher pushed me down onto the bed and feverishly tugged my jeans and briefs down to my knees.
“I’m impressed,” she purred, mounting the bed and wrapping her right hand around my throbbing seven inches. “We’re not in school now, Mike. Don’t keep those hands to yourself.”
I grabbed her dress and yanked it up over her hips. Her panties were a skimpy pink lace affair that covered only a small portion of her firm, creamy buttocks. The crotch was damp with her love honey. As she kissed my cock and roamed her tongue around the foaming crown, I clawed her panties down to her knees.
Julie’s dress fell to the floor. As she approached the bed, she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her tiny, red lace G-string panties and wiggled them provocatively down over her long, slender legs. Her breasts were even more spectacular than Mirandas and her pussy hair was manicured to a small, dark blonde patch between her thighs. Every inch of her body was gym-toned perfection. My bisexual former teacher certainly earned top marks for her taste in women.
Miranda’s fat, pink cunt lips puckered from a bush of black pubic curls. As she wrapped her lips around my cock head and deep throated the full length of my shaft, I plunged my tongue into her hot, wet slash.
When Julie joined us on the bed, the two women shared the licking and sucking of my cock. The young blonde grabbed my left wrist and guided my hand to her wet pussy. I penetrated her with one finger, then two, thrusting knuckle deep into her hot canal. She caressed Miranda’s buttocks, slid her hand down between them, rubbed the crinkled pink rosebud of her anus with a fingertip, then worked the full length of her finger into her rear orifice.
With two mouths and two sets of fingers simultaneously working on my cock, it wasn’t long before I was shooting my load. Miranda gripped my spasming boner in her right fist, milking my cum over her own face and that of her girlfriend.
Afterwards, in between passionate kisses, the two women licked my semen from each other’s faces. I had never seen anything so wickedly erotic. My own face was sticky with Miranda’s juices and Julie’s cream was trickling down the two fingers I was still stabbing between her thighs.
It wasn’t long before my cock was swelling again. Julie broke from French kissing Miranda, leaned over and pulled open the top drawer of the dressing table by the bed.
With a wicked smile, the young blonde held up a pair of gleaming silver handcuffs.
“Who’s a naughty boy?” she demanded.
“Me, Miss,” I answered.
She clamped a cold steel manacle around my right wrist, wound the chain around the brass bar at the head of the bed, then secured my left wrist in the other cuff. Chained up and completely at the mercy of these two lust crazed nymphomaniacs, I shuddered with anticipation.
“I hope, for your sake you can satisfy us both,” Miranda purred, running a fingernail over the length of my throbbing cock. “Otherwise, we may have to take out our frustrations with the whip.”
“How am I doing so far, Miss,” I asked nervously.
The teacher smiled. “I’ll rate your performance after you’ve fucked me.”
It took her about a minute to strip down to her suspender belt and dark silk stockings. Then, leaning over, her stiff nipples brushing my chest, she lowered herself down onto my tumescent fuckpole. When the full length was inside her, she started to ride slowly up and down, her slick lips gripping me in a hot, fleshy embrace.
Julie took a fat, pink strap-on dildo from the toy drawer and fastened it around her waist. Kneeling behind Miranda, she grabbed her hips with both hands and began pushing the dildo into her asshole. The teacher bit her lower lip and whimpered softly, but her expression was one of pure ecstasy.
With Julie anally fucking her with eight inches of latex strap-on and my cock buried to the hilt in her pussy, Miranda was stuffed in both ends and obviously loving it. Her large breasts jiggled in front of my face, but I couldn’t touch the succulent treasures. The handcuffs suddenly seemed like a very sadistic trick to play on me.
Grabbing a fistful of my hair, she rammed her tongue into my mouth. As she rode my cock, I could feel the big dildo pumping in her anus. Julie fucked her harder and faster, slapping her buttocks in time to her thrusts. I felt her free hand on my balls, squeezing tightly.
My former teacher must have been riding me for nearly half an hour, before I finally climaxed. I was slick with sweat and breathing like a man who had just run a half-marathon.
While Miranda lay back on the bed, recovering from her exertions, her girlfriend buried her face between her thighs and French kissed her semen slicked pussy, fucking her with her tongue and sucking out the creamy foam. For now, I was happy to just watch.
Ten minutes later, still wearing her strap-on and with semen and puss cream smeared over her lips and chin, Julie gripped my stiffening cock in her right fist and straddled me. As she was facing away from me and bending over, I had a perfect view of my hard cock sliding into her tight, sopping pussy slash.
I savored the sight of the young blonde riding up and down the length of my shaft for a couple of minutes. Then, Miranda sat on my face.
Over the next few hours, my former teacher and her girlfriend taught me some lessons I would never forget. No one man could ever hope to satisfy these two uninhibited sluts; no matter how hard he tried. That was probably why there were so many toys in the top drawer.
Only when I agreed to being whipped by Julie, was I finally freed from the handcuffs. The riding whip slashed my buttocks like a white hot poker, but the fact that Miranda was on all fours in front of me and taking my cock up her ass while I was being whipped made the agony worthwhile.
The price of anal sex with Julie was even more painful. I might have protested half-heartedly, but Miranda knew I wasn’t going to refuse the big, black strap-on cock she was wearing. As she pushed the fat, lubricated latex length into my rectum, my cock slid into Julie’s rear hole, like an extension of the dildo. Miranda fed the gold vibrator she was holding in her right fist into Julie’s pussy. Two fingers of her free hand were fucking her own juicy slash and a transparent plastic dildo was protruding from her ass.
I cannot claim to have single-handedly satisfied both women, but I certainly played a major part. Even Julie was forced to admit that I had exceeded her expectations.
“I always thought you showed promise, Mike,” Miranda smiled. “Next time, I may even give you top marks.”
“Next time, Miss?” I repeated. “I thought this was a no-strings encounter.”
“I promise we won’t use any strings on you, lover boy,” Julie said. “Whips, chains, etc. – well that’s another matter.”
“And those top marks you earn might well be painful,” the teacher added.
Mike O’Connor is an author of erotic fiction and books in other genres. His books are available from Smashwords and all major e-book outlets. His S/M books are published by Olympia Press in the UK. You may find more from Mike here: http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/54846.