0 comments/ 8590 views/ 2 favorites Bi or Young Man Crazy? By: tinaneesen My affair with Greta, the European Creative Director of the ad agency for which I worked as a freelance copywriter was over. We had never looked on it as being permanent, but it had been intense and passionate and had lasted six months. For a confirmed lesbian like Greta that was a long time and for a 'not quite sure' lipstick like me it had been a wonderful interlude. This was the second 'big' relationship in my life to end suddenly. My marriage had gone tits up when my bisexual feelings became stronger than those for my husband. And now this with Greta. I was not disconsolate. I had no illusions about what Greta and I had. It was not love, we both knew that, but it was enormous lust. It was a lust that we played out almost daily for those six months. We became sexual adventurers, sexual explorers and sexual devotees. But of only one form of sex, lesbian sex. I was convinced that I had now turned a corner with my sexuality and that there would be no going back. No more quick fucks with guys, no more blow jobs or one night stands no, from now on I was a woman's woman and I would only go with women. Greta and I complimented each other as perfectly as two women can. We are both in our early forties, quite attractive with good bodies and nice figures. She has blonde, short hair, I have long black hair. Her body is angular, a little like a young man's, mine is curvy and voluptuous. She has hardly any tits to speak of and I have enough with my double Ds for both of us. She is naturally a leader and dominant, I am by inclination a follower and am innately submissive. She delighted in fucking me with a strapon and I was only too willing for that to happen, most nights and often more than once. It was not a traumatic break up. She wanted to go home to the States and I would not go with her. That was it, over and done with and no hard feelings. * Life moved on. I remained convinced that I was now a lesbian, but could not come out as Greta had. I stayed securely in the closet, but indulged myself at gay and lesbian bars and clubs. That gave me the sex I needed so badly, but it also brought me many disappointments; gay and lesbian people tend to be more promiscuous and transient than our straight colleagues. After Greta, I became bored with London and although I had met a delightful young woman, Sammi, I became restless. I almost called Greta to say I had changed my mind, but knowing that she was ensconced in San Francisco and was deeply into the lesbian scene there I didn't. But I wanted a change of scenery and life-style. I decided to go back to lecturing, something I had done for a while a few years ago. As I was looking for a vacancy I suddenly thought why not move away from London, I never had before, but why not? I was a city girl really, but the countryside had an appeal; that was certainly a change I scrutinised the Times Educational Supplement and The Guardian looking for positions as a lecturer in English or Creative Writing at a university or sixth form college. I really didn't fancy Lancashire, Northumberland and most of the far North counties other than Yorkshire and I certainly wouldn't even consider Scotland or Wales. Devon and Dorset had an appeal and as I have always enjoyed Norfolk that got on the short list as well. I was surprised at the number and variety of jobs on offer. I registered with a few online jobsites and started sending my CV off. I was pleased to be invited to numerous interviews. * "Why go away?" Sammi said as we lay together on my sexually underused, fashionably low double bed in the Islington townhouse. "I just feel it's time for a major change," I replied kissing her blonde head. "What if it doesn't work out?" She asked cupping my full and slightly sagging breast and licking the nipple that was still rock hard from us just having made love. "I'll just come back. I won't sell the apartment so you can use it when you're in London and of course I can pop back and meet you here any time and you can come and stay with me when you like." We didn't talk much more for half an hour or so for we had other uses for our mouths; she tasted wonderful! * I was surprised at how many interviews I obtained, but thoroughly enjoyed touring round England visiting towns I had never been to before. Although most of the schools and colleges offered accommodation and travel expenses I didn't take the accommodation reimbursements for I preferred to be independent. I could, therefore, stay overnight in hotels even though it may not have been necessary, and I could choose where I stayed, rather than the cheap fleapits their allowances would provide. I did though accept their travelling allowance, which at forty pence per mile more than covered the costs of driving my M3 to their location. I always get a thrill out of staying in hotels by myself, not that I do it that often. But when I was married and was working I had to stay away at times and usually gained a nice tingle when checking in, having dinner or a drink in the bar. Nothing much ever happened, but it was the possibility that something might that gave me the buzz. At that time though, I was happy with in my marriage and although I got the occasional come on I turned them down. During my 'interview tour' I wasn't naughty, well not with strangers, or men come to that. I had several chances, but didn't progress them. After all I was now a confirmed lesbian and although probably not a penis hater, the idea of going with men slightly revolted me I was now in a complete Catch 22 situation. I'd had a wild period after the divorce came through bedding six guys and ladies in about as many months, well to be accurate I bedded only four and carseated two! I hated myself for what I was doing so I stopped dating. But I needed sex, yet didn't want to get involved, didn't want to become emotionally dependent upon a man, couldn't bring myself to make the mental connection needed to turn one night stands, which I hated, into memorable sexual experiences, so I rejected men and I had taken girl-friends including Greta. Sammi is my current naughtiness. She's twenty three and is a blonde, blue eyed beauty studying stage and film production at an acting school in Bloomsbury, London. She is also totally bi-sexual. Sammi came with me on a little tour I made in Yorkshire and Derbyshire when I had a number of interviews over a three day period. That meant staying two nights in hotels, which was lovely. "Would you move all the way up here?" The Essex girl asked as we had dinner together in the hotel dining room in Harrogate. "I might, why not?" I smiled back at my beautiful, young, sexy and very available dining partner and lover. "Well it's up North 'aint it." "So?" "Well they speak funny don't they and things are different up here." "Yes Sammi that's why I might move here, things are different, I'm different, I want to do different things," I told her as we went up in the rickety lift to our room on the fifth floor. "What do you mean different things?" She asked as she stepped out of her jeans and I pulled her tee shirt over her head baring her small breasts that rarely had the dubious benefit of a bra, but then with the pertness and firmness of her youth, her B cups didn't need any support. Now in just a tiny pale blue thong she looked so young, slightly vulnerable, but massively sexy; I could hardly wait to fuck her, so I didn't, I just did it. * In the end I took a post as a Lecturer in Creative Writing at a redbrick university just outside Whitby in North Yorkshire. It was the beauty of the national park and the sparkling eyes, nice grin and neat body of the head of the Arts Department that swung it for me. The male lecturers were not bad either During the three months waiting to take up the post at the start of the autumn term in early October, I visited the area a few times. I rented a three-bedroomed cottage some six miles away from the college in a delightful village nestling in the rugged, but lovely moors that in Yorkshire are called ridings. I bought new furniture, fixtures and fittings and all the other stuff needed to get a new house, well actually a two hundred year old one, going. I found an older lady and her husband who would look after the house and gardens until I got there and then would clean the place and tend to the quite large gardens after I moved in. I found a gym, joined that and checked out the local pubs and restaurants. As my start day approached I found myself becoming excited, but strangely apprehensive as well. I wanted the change for sure, but was I going too far? I had never lived 'oop north,' I knew no one up there; I had a new job and a new home. What the fuck had I done, I thought many times? Standing in front of the mixed gender class of eighteen to twenty two year olds as I prepared to deliver my first lesson I was hellishly nervous. I was wearing an on the knee length skirt and thin wool sweater, which on reflection I had thought in the ladies just prior to entering the class, was probably a little too tight for it seemed to mould itself to my boobs emphasising their size and fullness. "Good morning everybody," I said in the most friendly yet firm voice I could muster. "I'm Tina Neesen and I am here to teach you about creative writing." * "No stand up straighter," Sammi had coached me the last time we'd been together in my London house. She had persuaded me that a part of teaching was acting, something they hadn't told me at the teacher training college. "Body language, voice tones, personal projection, use of hands and movement are all part of communications" she'd explained as I stood naked in the main bedroom of my cottage. "People take in more of how something is said than what is said," she told me. We had just had sex. Good sex, but then the sex between us was always good and today's was no exception. Sammi has a fabulous tongue and boy does she know how to use it. After we'd both made the other climax by using our fingers on the other's clit and pussy, we'd showered together and had a couple of glasses of wine. "Lay on the sofa," she'd said in a rather stern way. Although we are quite mutual in our lovemaking, Sammi does have a slightly dominating nature at times, which suits me fine. I undid the towel that I'd wrapped round me, let it fall to the floor and stared at my young, blonde lover. God she did look good. She really is a Lolita for her face has such a youthful innocence that is quite belied by her womanly body and sexual behaviour. She was also wrapped in a towel, a dark blue one, which emphasised her golden hair and stunning blue eyes and showed off her tanned skin and the freckles on her chest and shoulders. "No on your front," she growled as I went to lie on my back. I turned over as I asked. "Does that come off," nodding at her towel? "When I'm ready," she replied running her fingertips down my back and smacking me lightly on my bum. "Mmmmm, nice." She caressed the slightly oversized cheeks of my full bum and then ran her fingers between them. "No, change of plan." "What?" "Get up." I stood up. "Bend over the arm of the sofa." "Why?" "Because stupid I am going to lick your arse until I make you cum. And for the next ten minutes or so she did just that. * Teaching, or lecturing as they prefer to call at colleges, really is like riding a bike, or having sex in a way; no matter how long since you last did it, everything comes back when you do it again. As nervous as I was that very first lesson, by the second or third day I felt fine. Overall, the groups I gave lectures to were pretty good. Attending the creative writing sessions was optional. It was offered as training in support of the drama courses, as an aid to the programmes that had a large writing element and as part of the business studies process to teach how to produce formal and informal reports and compose copy for ads and promotional material. I was required to give two and a half hour long lectures each day and handle a few two or three person tutorials. I thought having such small numbers in the tutorials was rather inefficient and felt that groups of four would be better. I made a mental note to mention it to Briony Higgins the Head of the Arts Department and the woman with the pert bum and nice smile during my bi-weekly one-to-one that she had with all of her staff. When she had told me about the way she worked including the one-to-one meetings, the devastating smile she flashed as she said it made me almost ask if they were over dinner in my cottage or, maybe over a pillow in my bed. I didn't of course, but I was tempted. The lack of sex of any sort, I hadn't seen Sammi for three weeks and hadn't been with a man for months, was getting to me. I felt almost permanently frustrated, I masturbated nearly every night, read, generally disappointing, but occasionally exciting, stories on Literotica. I had even taken to looking at some female porn sites such as ifeelmyself.com and masturbating along with watching women do that; something I fully recommend. I settled into both the new job and location during October and November. I made friends with three female teachers, got to know some people in the village, joined a local golf club, started bridge lessons and threw myself into the university social life. "Have you dated any of the staff" one of the students in my creative writing group asked me as we danced at a student union ballroom dancing evening that the lecturers were encouraged to attend. I went to most of the events mainly in the hope that my boss Brioni would be there and she might take me in her arms and press herself against me. No such luck, though, for the only one she attended she brought her husband with her. It seemed to me that he scowled at me all evening; someone must have told her that there was a new female lecturer who was divorced and had long, black hair, big tits and wore glasses. "No Neil I haven't" I replied. "What about any of the students?" "Of course not," I snapped back rather sharply. "Why of course not, it's not unknown." "It's frowned upon and in any case you're all young enough to be my children." Pulling me slightly closer as we coped with the intricacies of the foxtrot he said into my ear. "Well that's the attraction to some of us." "Really?" Was all I could muster as a reply as I felt his bulge pressing into my tummy. "Oh yes loads of us have this thing about older women" he whispered, letting his hand slip down my back a little until it was almost touching my bum, making me feel thankful that the lights had been dimmed. "It's a bit like a contagion, with you." "What do you mean?" "The Neesen disease is spreading like wildfire." "Now, now Neil." "Now now what, Tina?" "You know what I'm saying." "And you should know what I am saying." "No I don't" I rather unwisely replied as he pulled me even closer and squeezed my breasts against his chest as his fingers slid into my bra strap through the dress. "It's simple.", "Is it?" "Yes, I fancy you." "Neil we'd better stop this." "Why?" "Because we should, it's wrong." Fortunately the dance ended and I was able to escape. Later that evening in the bedroom of my cottage I could hardly believe what came into my mind as my fingers unfolded the pink 'petals' guarding my clit. It was Neil's face, then his bare chest, then his naked body, then his erect dick and then, as I rubbed my clit faster than I usually do, he fucked me. I could not understand why or what was happening. I was so off men. I had committed myself to a lesbian life-style with Greta and was going that way with Sammi, but for some reason a twenty-year-old kid had got to me so much that I was lying on my bed naked, my legs spread as I finger fucked myself to an orgasm imagining it was him. * I was lecturing the next day to the group that Neil attended. As I stood in front of the fourteen guys and six girls I could feel his eyes on me all the time. I glanced at him several times; he smiled at me and was very attentive, but didn't seem to make any notes at all. As I rambled on about the use of short sentences in a far less structured way than I usually do, my mind went back to the previous night. I had started to undress when I felt myself becoming aroused. As I usually do, I stroked my fingertips across my nipples and then pinched them to their full hardness. I slipped my thong off and laid on the bed, one hand squeezing and caressing my tits the other finding my clit. I couldn't help looking straight at Neil, when I recalled the vision of him coming into my mind and us having sex as I masturbated. His gaze and smile seemed to be saying that he knew all about that, which of course, was ridiculous. His gaze also seemed to undress me so I stood there completely naked delivering my lecture. He could see my full, slightly drooping tits with the coral pink nipples, the slight bulge of my stomach, my patch of neatly trimmed, but only once shaved, tawny pubic hair, with my lips poking through and my thighs, which although slightly chunky, thankfully had no cellulite. "Thought any more about it Tina?" He asked when he stayed behind after the rest had gone. "About what?" I replied feeling flustered as I gathered my papers and books together. "Us." "What do you mean us Neil?" "You know what I mean." "I don't." "I want to date you." "Date me?" "Yes go out together." "Neil I am forty, twenty years older than you." "Wonderful, that excites me." "It might excite you, but it would look ridiculous." "To who?" "Anyone who sees us together." "Ok then we can stay in instead." I laughed at his cheek and walked out * "Well go with him" Sammi said when she came to the cottage the next weekend. We were in bed. We'd been out to dinner. I'd explained to the pub owner that my niece was visiting for the weekend and as I had said that I wondered if later I might be explaining that my nephew was visiting me! As usual, immediately we had got home we'd had sex. Then we'd gone to bed and I had told her about Neil. "Sammi you don't mean that do you." "Yes of course, you want a man don't you, for sex I mean? Well now and then, I know I do." "Er I'm not sure, I have you," I replied cupping her nice little boob. "Yes, but you want a cock as well don't you? One of these" she went on turning the vibrator on that she had taken from the bedside drawer where she knew I kept it. "Oh god Sammi" I groaned reaching out and grabbing the soft flesh of her pert bum as she ran the vibrator across my nipples, down my bod and onto my mons; it felt brilliant. "Is it good Teen?" She asked pressing the tip of it against my lips. "Good isn't the word," I groaned opening my legs and raising my knees. She pushed the buzzing vibrator into me. It went up and up and up until only the screw top end was visible between my lips. We kissed and I got my hand between her legs, slipping a couple of fingers into her warm wetness. "I'm going to fuck you now Tina." "Yes Sammi yes." She started pushing the eight or so inches of black, hard plastic deep into me and then pulling it almost out. "Just think this could be Neil. He would be as hard as this I reckon and maybe as big" she said into my ear, just before she pushed the tip of her tongue into it. "I couldn't go with him, he's too young and in any case he's one of my students," I groaned as the sensations created by the vibrator rushed through me. "He's nearly as old as me Aunty," Sammi replied using the nickname she sometimes called me. "And you'll be amazed at how young guys can fuck," she said using the toy just like a man uses his cock" "How do you mean?" I grunted. As I started she croaked. "Rock hard again in under an hour and four or five times a night." Bi or Young Man Crazy? After she'd gone back to Essex I thought a lot about what she'd said. The basic premise Sammi made was that 'if you want it, do it' and that 'if it feels ok it is ok.' I realised they were very much the sentiments of today's youth, but they did have both a certain appeal and sense to them. Over the next couple of weeks Neil was in my mind a lot of the time. Not only when I masturbated, which was now every day, but also when I wasn't masturbating. Suddenly his tall, lean form would be there in the front of my mind. I would see his thin, angular face, his quite long, light brown hair, his green eyes and beautifully full lips. And of course I would see his naked body and his big, hard cock that would get hard again so quickly after fucking me. He was, I knew, becoming a sexual obsession. I told Sammi that on the phone. We spoke most evenings, often just as we were both going to or, were in bed with the inevitable consequences, phone sex and mutual masturbation. * "Can I give you a lift Ms Neesen" Neil said pulling up alongside me as I stood at the bus stop one morning a couple of weeks later. "Thanks Neil that would be great" I replied. Getting in the low car I was aware that my lowish cut top probably gaped a bit for I saw his eyes on my chest and as I sat down my skirt probably rode up a little more than was ideal. With autumn now well in place I was, thankfully wearing tights so I didn't 'flash the flesh' as I would had my legs been bare. "So why ma'am are you slumbing it?" He asked as we pulled away. "My car has a problem and it's being repaired." We chatted away about university matters as we sped along the main road to the university. We were there in ten minutes or so and to my relief he didn't say anything out of place. Being so close to the main subject of my masturbating over the past few weeks was hard to handle. I found myself becoming aroused as I looked at him and thought of the things we'd done together in my fantasies. This is insane, I thought as I got out of the car in the students' car park. "Thanks for the lift Neil." "You're most welcome," he replied pointedly looking me up and down. "You look great Tina" he added making me feel flustered. "Thank you" I replied looking away from him. "What time you off today?" "Er around three, why?" "I'll give you a lift." "No that's fine Neil; it's kind of you, but no thanks." He persisted and I relented and thanked him. To be truthful the idea of him giving me a lift home in the traffic that I knew would be awful and would slow the journey quite appealed for I would get to spend some time with him. Jesus, I thought I'm getting like a teenager with a crush, I must be going fucking mad. When I got to the car at just after three he was standing beside it and his friend Paul was in the back. We all said our hellos and were soon on our way. The traffic going out of town was, as usual, horrendous and we talked about why it was always so bad without defining a cause or reason. When we were probably just a couple of miles from where we needed to turn off the main road into the lane that leads to my village, Neil absolutely flabbergasted me. "So have you thought any more about us Tina?" I didn't know what to say. It would have been difficult enough if it was just him and me, but with Paul in the back it was an impossible situation. "Neil please," was about all I could think of saying. "Please what Tina?" He retorted causing Paul to laugh. "You know what I mean." "I don't and I'm not sure you do either." "I do." "Do what?" "Know what I mean." "And that is?" "That there is nothing between us and I don't want to talk about it." "What in front of Paul you mean." "Yes." "So you would if he wasn't here?" He replied his quick mind and verbal skills putting me well on the back foot. "No, look, stop trying to confuse me." "It's not confuse that I want to do to you, along with pretty much every male student Paul included. Right Paul?" "Spot on Neil." "What do you mean?" I asked as I became even more confused. We were at a standstill and he looked right into my eyes as he said quietly. "You must know Tina that we would all like to shag you." I couldn't speak. There wasn't really any response I could reasonably make. "Has that shocked you?" Paul asked from the back. "Yes," I said sharply. "What, that men want to have sex with you is a shock?" Neil asked. "Well no, but the way you put it is. I keep telling you I'm old enough to be your mother." "And Tina, I keep telling you that a lot of us, Paul and me included like older women, it's most young men's biggest fantasy." Sitting there at a standstill in the traffic the whole situation was sexually Kafkaesque. I was tempted to get out and walk, but couldn't bring myself to do that. "Can we just leave it please?" I asked. "We can't Tina" Paul said from the back. "When you stand in front of us delivering your lectures we all fantasise about you." "You don't." "I can assure we do, all of us all the time. I am now aren't you Neil?" "Of course. I do every time I look at her." They were talking about me as if I wasn't there. I was in part horrified, shocked and embarrassed, but in part also excited and, I suppose, flattered at what they were saying. In some ways I was thinking wouldn't any woman approaching middle age be flattered by two young, attractive men saying how wonderful they think she is and how much they want her. "Will you please stop," I said turning to Neil and then looking over my shoulder at Paul." They simply ignored that. "And in the tutorials, well...," Paul said referring to the small groups I had to run with two or three students. "Oh shit, man I don't hear a thing she says, I'm so carried away with thinking what if?" Despite my maturity and my position as their lecturer I had no idea how to handle them. I was realising that I was out of my depth. "You must realise it Tina," Paul said the finger on his hand that was on the back my seat touching my shoulder. "I didn't reply." "You must realise what your body does to us young men and how we fancy you so much," Neil said "No I don't," I half lied. Of course, like most women I usually do recognise when a man fancies me. Being large busted I have also come to recognise the look, stares and leers that my chest induces. I had seen it with some of the students and of course in my masturbation fantasies the student sitting beside me has taken that much further. In them he has sucked, chewed and licked my double D cup breasts, he has fucked my cleavage and several times he has cum on them. Those thoughts kept sneaking into my mind as we crawled along in the Mini with him and Paul saying such intimate things about me. "You aren't serious Tina are you?" "How, in which respect?" "That you don't realise the effect you have on men." "Ok yes I can see that you might fantasise about me, it's a common thing isn't it, but you shouldn't try to fulfil that fantasy" I said probably unwisely for I opened up another line of conversation. "Why not?" "Fantasies are just that, they're unattainable." "Not all and I don't think Paul's and my fantasy about you is Tina." "I won't ask what that is?" I said smiling. "I'm happy to tell you, after all you are our teacher and counsellor aren't you?" "For educational matters yes." Neil fixed me with that cool gaze of his, smiled and said. "Tina I can assure there is nothing that is more educational than this. It's of far greater significance than bloody creative writing." Again I couldn't help smiling both at his cheek and logic. "Well I'm not paid to educate you that way." "Well you could always do it for charity, a good will gesture," Paul offered from the back. As we finished the journey over the next ten minutes or so the conversation was lighter, but still flirty and revolved around their fantasy of me. "Don't you have fantasies Tina?" "No." "No, are you sure? I'm told lots of older women do." "Well not that I would tell you about?" Again that locking of gazes and that knowing smile. "Anyone I know?" He embarrassed me by asking as I am sure I went red. We pulled up outside my cottage. "Thanks Neil," I said opening the door. "How about a cup of tea as payment for the lift, we'll pick you up tomorrow as well if you like." I know I should have been stronger and more resistant. I know I should have simply said no. I know I should have not played with the fire, but I didn't and quickly I was making tea in my kitchen as they sat in my, still to be finished lounge. "I'm afraid I haven't finished furnishing yet" I explained. In fact the only seating in the lounge was the large four-seater sofa over one of the arms of which Sammi had bent me and made oral love to my arse. That came into my mind when I brought the cups in and saw that Neil was sitting on that arm. The shorter sturdier Paul was sitting on the sofa. I leaned forward to give them their cups and knew that was a bad mistake for my top gaped. I saw both sets of eyes focus on where my top opened up and I knew that they would see my cleavage, a goodly part of each boob and my white, lace bra. What a fucking stupid thing to do, I thought as I caught their eyes and they smiled. "Very nice Tina" Neil said. Again why I made such a crass remark I don't know. "The tea?" They both smiled and Paul said. "Well that as well, but the view was better." "Now, now." "Come and sit here" Neil said patting the sofa between them. "No I'm fine here," I replied standing across a coffee table from them. "Don't be daft it's the only other seat." Stupidly maybe I went and sat there and Neil slid down from the arm to sit beside me. I started to talk about university life, but that was no good, it got me nowhere. Neil added. "You are divorced aren't you Tina?" "Yes I am." "I'm sorry," he said sounding sincere. "That's ok, I'm over it now." "How long's it been?" Paul asked "Divorced for nine months, apart for almost two years." "Do you have a boy-friend?" Neil asked. "No, no I don't," I replied finishing my tea and putting the mug down on the table hoping they would take that as a hint and start to leave. They didn't. "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 Tina?" 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 crying out to be sexually serviced right at this moment. Just as I could not tell them that I was probably a lesbian and had only been with women for the past few months. "Do you?" He repeated not moving his knee from mine. "Well Tina?" Paul said his leg now touching mine from my hip to my knee. "Oh no 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 Tina," 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, 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 Tina?" Paul asked as I felt his mouth on my head in my long hair. He kissed my head 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, it's madness." "No it isn't Tina, 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 and hating myself for accepting that. "We imagine undressing you Tina," Neil said as he pulled on the arm 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 back, his fingers slipping under my bra strap. I felt as though I was being hypnotised. The words and phrases washed over me sending such erotic feelings rushing through me. I was being orally seduced and I seemed to have no way of stopping them. "Yes Tina as Paul and I wank together we think of you, naked and between us on your back with your legs wide open." "No Neil, Paul no," I groaned the sensations from their hands on my bare flesh roaring through me as his words about them wanking together registered in my mind. "We think of sucking your nipples and squeezing your big, soft tits, do you like that Tina?" 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. 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 no. Paul was kissing my neck as he undid my bra; I felt powerless to stop him. Neil was whispering. "Let me see your breasts Tina, 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 two cocks in my hands 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 crazy. It was not just wanton, against my vows as a teacher and sexual beliefs as a lesbian, it was bloody stupid and possibly illegal. Teachers just cannot fuck their pupils! 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 as between them they bared my breasts. "Oh yes Ms Neesen," Paul sighed cupping my left breast. "Tina 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 me. 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 and rubbed me there. I was near to cumming. One of them pulled my skirt right up so it was bunched round my hips, I even raised my bum for them. They pushed the thong to one side so they could make-believe ones of my hands. It was amazing. 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 even deeper. It was an incredible experience. Although I had masturbated men, particularly my ex many times, I had never had my hands fucked before. I know I was moaning with pleasure from what their fingers were doing to me, but I suspect that some of that moaning was the result of my hands being fucked. 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 my ex 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 with their sticky, acrid goo.