“Be sure,” Adon growled in a voice that was barely intelligible.
“Suck me,” Marlie whispered closing her eyes and exerting gentle pressure on their heads. “I need this.”
Adon and Simon turned back to her nipples with a ferocity unlike any she’d experienced. They sucked and licked, pinched and tugged at her nipples and Marlie writhed under their ministrations.
This was the most vivid, erotic dream she’d ever had of them. Usually, she dreamed of them as tender, sweet lovers who made long, slow love to her. Occasionally, she dreamed of them as being helplessly overcome by her advances. The kind where she was the aggressor and they simply couldn’t resist her. She’d never before had a dream where they were so aggressively erotic and demanding.
She liked it. She felt … needed. No one had ever made her feel this way. She never wanted to wake up.
Marlie’s breasts swelled and her clitoris throbbed as they played. She reveled in the freedom to touch and be touched by them that she found only in her dreams. She wanted them over her, under her, inside her. She wanted them in ways she only allowed herself to indulge in her fantasies.
“More,” she moaned. “I need more. Please.”
Simon tore his mouth away from her breast and moved to rip her bikini bottoms from her while Adon finished removing her top.
Naked and spread out before them like an erotic buffet, Marlie spread her thighs, exposing her glistening pussy. She slowly stroked her inner thighs, framing her pussy and arching as they stared raptly at her mound.
“Touch me,” she crooned.
Neither man spoke as they moved to do her bidding. Adon resumed sucking her nipple while he delved between her legs and thrust two fingers inside her tight, hot channel. He began to fuck her pussy with long, slow deep thrusts. He alternated between thrusting in hard and pulling out only to rotate back in and stroke her internally as if he were beckoning her to come to him.
His fingers were long and touched her in places she’d never been touched before. The sensations he generated reverberated through her body and she burned from them.
Unwilling to be left out, Simon gently traced the contours of her belly as he made his way lazily down to her clitoris. Once there, he stroked the swollen bud in slow, gentle circles. His touch feathered over her heated skin, but she felt heavy and full wherever he touched her.
Marlie was being consumed in a conflagration of pleasure. Her body was inflamed and she panted with need. Her nipples were hard points of pleasure and her pussy dripped with moisture.
She’d never felt so swollen, so needy, so desperate for relief. She felt as if the pleasure invading her body would tear her apart. The sheer eroticism of the scene before her invaded her senses and threatened to tip her over into what promised to be the orgasm of a lifetime.
Unable to help herself, Marlie thrust against their mouths and hands.
“Please,” she begged. “I’ve wanted this so much. I can’t think when you’re near me. All I think about is fucking you. Each of you, both of you together. I want you in my mouth, my pussy even my ass.”
As if her words were a match to gasoline, Adon and Simon became almost savage in their pleasuring of her. Adon sucked and nipped and bit at her nipples while his fingers moved in an almost savage rhythm, fucking her pussy relentlessly. She moaned and thrashed as he plied her body like she was an instrument that only he knew how to play.
Simon tore his mouth away from her nipple and kissed her fiercely. His tongue plundered her mouth, giving her no option of refusing him. His lips were soft and sweet, but his kiss was all spice and heat. He tasted vaguely of coffee and peppermint, the two flavors were like ambrosia to her senses.
“Professor,” Simon ended the kiss and growled in a voice grown guttural with lust. “You have no idea how much we’ve wanted to fuck you, but you’ve shut us down at every turn.”
Adon grunted his assent to Simon’s words, but never took his mouth from her nipple. His lips were as swollen and red as her nipple was from his suckling.
“You’re my students,” Marlie gasped. She could barely think for the waves of pleasure thrilling through her veins. If all of her dreams were like this, she’d endeavor to sleep forever.
“I can’t have sex with my students. It wouldn’t be right.”
Simon chuckled low and sexy, “But, Professor, you’re having sex with us now.”
He didn’t give her time to respond, but kissed her again, slow and languorously this time as if he wanted to imprint his flavor on every inch of her mouth.
She smiled at him and nipped at his bottom lip.
“Of course, I am. I can fuck you as much as I want in my dreams.”
“Oh, God,” she groaned deep and low in her throat. “I don’t ever want to wake up.”
She closed her eyes as she spoke and so she missed the startled glance Adon and Simon shared, but she didn’t miss their hesitation.
“Don't stop,” she crooned. “I need you. Please. This is so good.”
Adon and Simon resumed their attentions with a focused intensity that had Marlie at the brink of an orgasm in seconds. She moaned and ground herself against them. The noises she made were inhuman. She barely recognized her own voice.
Simon leaned in close to her ear. His silky locks tickled her face as he nuzzled and gently tongued her earlobe before nipping lightly.
“Professor,” he whispered. “I need you to listen closely.”
He paused for moment as if waiting for her to respond.
“Professor?”
“Hmmm?” she sighed more intent on their fingers in her folds than on Simon's words.
“Understand me now, Professor.”
Simon paused as if to make sure he had her attention and said, “This is no dream. We found you asleep by your pool.”
With those words Simon dived for her pussy and sucked her clitoris into his mouth. His hot, velvet tongue slicked over her swollen bud before he sucked it into his mouth. She had just enough time to comprehend his words before she shattered.
Marlie shrieked her release as wave after wave of fiery pleasure wracked her body. She shuddered and bucked under Simon’s tongue which continued to twirl around her clitoris as if she were an ice cream cone he was afraid would melt if he stopped. Adon was gentler, but no less relentless with his fingers and tongue.
Slowly, so slowly she floated down from the high of ecstasy they’d skyrocketed her to. As if determined to wring every drop of pleasure from her, they continued to gently stroke and lick her until she gave one last shudder. She pulled away from them and curled on her side, tucking her knees up close to her chest and squeezing her eyes shut.
It had been real! It wasn’t a dream! What the hell was she going to do? The things she’d done. The things she’d said. Oh. My. God. She could never look them in the face.
Gentle hands stroked her back and thighs, petting her as if she were a scared kitten. Neither spoke, they just waited.
Finally, when she couldn't stand the silence any longer, Marlie opened her eyes and looked into the intent faces of her own private fantasy made flesh. Hunger burned in their faces. Hunger for her.
Simon held his hand out to her and said, “It’s time to take this inside.”
Adon just gazed at her with those midnight eyes and nodded his agreement.
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Marlie smacked Simon’s hand away.
“Leave. Both of you!” Marlie snarled as she lurched off of the lounge chair and stormed naked into the house.
Adon and Simon followed close on her heels. She tried to slam the door in their faces, but Simon inserted his body between the door and the frame with a grunt. Marlie backed away from the door into her living room stopping only when she bumped into the back of her suede sofa. She crossed her arms over her breasts as if to shield them from their sight.
The room was small and she didn't have anywhere to go to get away from them. The sofa dominated the room which had just the one couch, a small plush area rug she'
d purchased from IKEA and an entertainment stand with her television. She should have gone through the kitchen and up the stairs, at least then she could have locked the bedroom door. As it was, she now had to go past them to get out of the living room.
“Professor. Listen …” Simon began.
“No,” she snapped cutting him off. “No, there is no listening about this. Do you realize what’s happened here? If anyone finds out about this, my career is ruined!”
“Professor, it’s okay. I promise you it will be fine.” Simon stepped closer to her and tried to wrap her in his arms, but she pulled away only to bump into Adon who had flanked her while she ranted at Simon.
Adon gripped her upper arms to steady her and she yanked away from him too. They crowded close, invading her space and sending her senses reeling with their physicality and their scent. She put a hand on each man’s chest not sure if she meant to push them away or reestablish some form of physical conduct.
Simon grabbed her hand and pressed it tight against his chest as if to trap her. Adon gripped her wrist and stepped even closer so that her arm bent and the length of her forearm rested on his flat belly. His breath was harsh and his heart raced under her palm. He stroked the back of her hand with gentle fingers as if to soothe her.
She reeled with the knowledge that she’d just had her mind and pussy blown out in the most erotic and sensual orgasm she’d ever experienced and it had been with them. They’d done it to her and she’d not just encouraged it, she’d demanded it.
She flushed with shame. Shame because she wanted more when she should be throwing them out of her house. Shame because that taste hadn’t been nearly enough to quench her thirst for her students. Shame because now that her appetite had been wet, she doubted she could resist them again.
Marlie clenched her fists in their t-shirts, softly shaking them as she said, “It’s not okay. How can it be? I’m your teacher.”
She looked into Simon’s sapphire eyes. They were earnest and gentle as he gazed back at her. Tears flooded her eyes as she turned and shook Adon again.
“Do you get it? He clearly doesn’t.”
Adon studied her with his midnight eyes. He held her gaze and read her secrets just as she’d known he would. “You want us to fuck you. We want to very much. It’s simple.”
“You’re not listening,” Marlie nearly wailed in frustration. “I’m your teacher. This is unethical,” she bit out the words.
Adon brought his free hand up and stroked her lower lip where she had it clenched between her teeth.
“No. You. Are. Not.”
He mimicked her staccato cadence.
“What?” Marlie’s confusion was stamped on her face.
Simon answered for him, “Class is over, Professor. Grades were due last week. Nothing that happens now can affect those grades and we’ve officially been accepted for graduation. You, Professor," he touched the tip of her nose, "are no longer our teacher.”
“Simon’s right,” Adon said as he turned her face up to his. “Let us have you, Professor,” he leaned in so close his lips brushed hers as he spoke. “That taste only made me hungrier.”
Before she could say anything, he sealed his mouth over hers robbing her of breath and reason. His kiss was gentler than Simon’s. Where Simon plundered, Adon persuaded. He gently licked into her mouth so that his tongue danced with hers. Unable to resist, she sucked gently on it melting into his kiss and pulling him closer with her handful of shirt.
Adon groaned and pressed against her. His cock was hard and tented his shorts. His penis was large and bucked under his soft cotton shorts. She wanted to feel his hardness, but her hand was trapped in his gentle grasp.
Simon was still gripped in her other fist and she pulled him with her as she leaned into Adon. Simon gripped her hips and turned her to face Adon fully. His hands dropped away briefly. She reached back for him only to feel hot, rigid flesh press into the cleft of her buttocks as he flattened his body to hers.
Simon ground himself against her. He groaned as he rocked into her cleft. The hair on his balls and thighs was softer than she’d have imagined and abraded her buttocks leaving her tingling from its touch. She could feel the soft cotton of his shorts along of the back of her calves. The cool fabric created a focal point of sensation in juxtaposition to the warm steel of his penis where he pressed against her.
She was a symbiosis of want, need and desire at that moment. Her resistance, what little there was left, melted. She’d wanted them for too long. She wasn’t their teacher anymore. There was no longer any reason to deny what she’d craved so badly these long months.
Marlie tore herself away from Adon’s mouth. She was panting with the force of her desire. Her nipples jutted from her body and her nether lips glistened with cream, but she stepped away from them both before turning to face them. They made as if to protest, but she held up a hand in a staying gesture.
“Strip,” she commanded, albeit breathlessly.
They hesitated for the briefest of moments before ripping the clothes from their body and tossing them aside. Within moments they stood before her gloriously nude.
She drank in the site of them. It was so much better than her fantasies, though, she’d been right on the nail about one thing. They had delectable penises. She planned to get them into her mouth very, very soon.
Simon’s body was everything it had promised to be. He was broad shouldered with narrow hips. His chiseled chest was covered in a sprinkling of chest hair that narrowed into a thin line that ended at his genitals. He clearly groomed his pubic hair. It was trimmed close to his body and served to emphasize the length of his penis.
His cock was magnificently erect. He was long and thick and the engorged head dripped in anticipation. She licked her lips at the thought of finally taking all of that velvet flesh in her mouth and down her throat. She moaned softly at the thought and his cock jumped in response.
As she watched, Simon gripped his cock and stroked from base to tip, squeezing the engorged head causing it to weep even more. He said nothing, just stroked himself as he watched her.
And, Adon ... there were no words. While she was attracted to them both, it was Adon who won the day in her fantasies. He was masculinity concentrated down to its purest form.
His body was lean and so muscled it made her breath catch. He had very little body hair and what there was gave the impression more of a sheen of fuzz rather than true hair. What should have given him a juvenile appearance only enhanced the lines and contours of his body so that he appeared sculpted. His beauty would have him in league with the ancient Greek statuary. His cock would have put them to shame.
If Simon was magnificent, Adon was glorious in his arousal. His cock was long and broad, very broad with just the slightest up turn at the head. She knew he would stretch her and she wondered what that slight bend would feel like. His erection jutted proudly out of from his body. The veins and ridges were clearly defined so that his penis was a sculpted as the rest of him.
She tore her eyes away from his body and looked into his face. His midnight eyes burned into her. A tiny muscle in his jaw jumped and there were lines of strain around his eyes. She noticed his hands were clenched at his sides and his cock was jumping as she watched. He rocked slightly back and forth on his toes as if he couldn’t decide whether he wanted to move or not.
At first she didn’t know what to make of it, but then she realized that he was working to hold onto his control. In this moment, Adon needed her. He didn’t just want her, he needed her. The fact that she, a tiny, barely in shape, 34 year old, college professor, could have such a devastating affect on this man, this beautiful, sexy, young man, who surely could have slept with anyone he wanted, was thrilling.
Marlie knelt on the floor between them. She reached for Adon and took him in her hand. His stomach clenched and his knuckles showed white as he struggled with himself. Marlie stroked him gently from base to tip and then squeezed lightly.
He was hot and vel
vety smooth in her hand. She gloried in the feel of his flesh stroking over her palm. It was like running warm silk over her hands. Adon groaned and thrust his hips in counterpoint to her stroking.
With her other hand she reached up and gripped Simon, squeezing as she did so. He wasn’t as broad as Adon, but he was longer and she delighted in stroking down his rigid length.
She dipped her head and licked the salty tears from his cockhead in a wet swipe. Simon threw his head back and hissed at her touch. He tasted of salt and musk and she savored his taste as she swallowed it down.
She turned to Adon and licked the head of his cock, swirling around the tip like he was an ice cream cone. He growled in the back of his throat and thrust his hips toward her mouth. His cock was almost purple with engorged blood and he swelled under her touch.
Marlie laughed victoriously and grinned with mischievous delight into the faces of her students. Adon and Simon stared at her in confusion, scowls crossing their face.
“Oh, I’m not laughing at you,” she said. “No, never that, but I am going to have so much fun with the two of you.”
Before either man could reply, she engulfed Adon in her mouth swallowing him down until she reached the base of his shaft. All of that practice with her toys was finally getting put to good use. Adon hollered in surprise and pleasure. His cock felt impossibly wide in her mouth and her lips were stretched to their fullest, but she sucked him down.
His taste flooded her senses. Sunshine and life. That was what he made her think of. She pulled back until he popped out of her mouth. He opened his mouth as if to protest, but stopped when she engulfed him again sucking him harder.
Again and again she repeated this process, doing her best to drive him senseless with pleasure. His hand gripped the back of her head and he thrust urgently into her mouth.
He was quiet making no noise. The only indicator she had of his pleasure was his fist which clenched and unclenched at his side and the rigid clenching of his buttocks and lower back where she stroked him with her free hand. The other was still firmly stroking and squeezing Simon.
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