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To have one's cock deep throated by a young, barely legal, busty blonde, while at the same time be French kissed by an equally young and sexy brunette is a decadent experience. Yet, it was happening to me. To have such a thing happen with women you've dreamed and fantasized about for years is nearly indescribable... However, I'll do my best to fill you in on the details...
My name is Joe. I'm a thirty-something schoolteacher, recently turned college professor. I'm twice divorced, with three strapping sons to my name and two ex-wives. Neither of which has remarried. I guess I ruined them for marriage.
Despite my many mistakes and bad choices over the years, I enjoy being me. The blue-eyed brunette trying to remove my tonsils with her tongue is one good on-hand reason why I feel this way; her blonde friend fellating my penis is another. How, exactly did I find myself in such a predicament, you ask? There in lies the tale.
I first met Marie (the brunette) and Lyssa (the blonde) some seven years ago when I was teaching at a rural middle school on the outskirts of a fair-sized Southern city. They first met that year in my classroom and hated each other immediately. Both were early bloomers, fully into puberty. They had very noticeable figures that outshone every other girl in the class, if not the grade or the school, for that matter. I'm sure some of the younger female teachers were flat-out jealous of Marie's long, lean legs and perfect proportions, or of Lyssa's amazingly large rack.
As a relatively young male teacher, I was thankful every day these two studies in opposites came through my door. I was also intensely careful to not reveal my unprofessional appreciation of these two particular students. Being a minority in a female dominated profession, I'm sure I got my fair share of young teen-aged crushes... The day I overheard these two wildcats arguing about me being a 'hunk' and who had more of a right to want me was a turning point for me. I would never entertain ideas of a relationship with a student, especially an under-age one, but overhearing Marie and Lyssa that day ignited my fantasies.
I began to consider what they would look like in a few more years, all dressed up in their prom dresses, or when they got to college. Picturing them as college co-eds began one of my regular masturbation fantasies. I'd be 36 around the time they'd turn 18. Making it with two nubile, teens half my age, yet it still being 'legal' had great appeal.
From that day on, I began pairing these two up in class and giving them just a bit more attention that the other students. At some point, they stopped fighting and joined forces. I'm pretty sure they coordinated the days when they wore skirts too short to be dress code acceptable. I'm also pretty sure they enjoyed the extra attention they received when they did. They became fast friends, complementing each other academically and socially. They never seemed to have boyfriends... I guess they figured 'boys' were too immature. Besides, I can't imagine a middle school guy with the balls to approach those ferocious beauties. By the end of the school year, Marie and Lyssa were inseparable and I was in lust. Not so much for them as they were at that point in their lives, but I lusted for the smart, sexual, playful women I knew that they would someday soon become.
The gorgeous twosome eventually went on to high school and despite my best efforts, I lost track of them. My wife and I got divorced and I decided to go back to school myself for a doctorate degree. Time passed and I all but forgot about my two favorite masturbation fantasies. With my divorce still painfully fresh, I threw myself into my studies, and also at the college students underfoot (both the tender under grads and the sensual, more mature grad students) with varying degrees of success. I certainly wasn't a Don Juan, but I did hook-up now and then. I don't know if it was by some sub-conscious decision, or just circumstances, but a relationship never developed from those occasional trysts.
I started as a meager grad student, taking classes at night while still teaching at one of the local high schools. When a teaching assistant position opened up, I jumped at the chance and quickly immersed myself in the world of collegiate academia. I was considered an A.B.D., or "All But Dissertation" and was liked by both the faculty and administration. I could tell I was being groomed to become a full professor, just as soon as my degree was complete. Another reason to like being me.
It was Autumn, and the campus was going on mid-semester break. I'd been invited to one of the Department chair's famous parties. They were rather exclusive, by invitation only and quite wild. The Chair, or 'Doc' as he liked to be called, was very well off. He'd married into money and they'd invested wisely. He really didn't have to work anymore, but being the chair gave him the scope of contacts needed to throw a bash like this one every semester or so. His wife, as I've come to understand, schedules her visits to family overseas to coincide with his scheduled parties. This way, they have no awkward questions or circumstances ... a happy arrangement I'd say.
The party was held at Doc's house. 'Mansion' might be a better term, as it sat upon ten wooded acres in the middle of the old part of the city. It had a high iron fence and an electric gate barring the drive. A private security guard hired for the occasion checked my name against the guest list before allowing me through. The winding drive gave way to a splendid view of the house proper, all lit up in the twilight. Another private security guard directed my convertible to a side yard turned parking lot. Judging from the number of parked cars, I figured there were maybe 30 or 40 guests. Rumor had it that only the best and the brightest were invited, mostly from the ranks of faculty and graduate students. But occasionally, exceptional under grads were given the honor of attending. Sometimes the definition of exceptional extended to the area of looks or skills in the sack... if the rumors were true.|
Doc's two graduate assistants, John and Deborah, greeted me at the door. Both were young and good-looking. We exchanged 'hellos' and Deb directed me to the w t bar as John checked my name off a list on a small pocket PC.
I made my way to the bar, trading smiles and greetings with those I passed. As the 'new' guy, I knew only about half of the guests by name, but recognized most of them on sight. I ordered a Jack and Coke and drink in hand, found a quiet corner to scope out the party.
"Been here long?" a pleasant voice asked from my elbow. I turned and saw Dave, a fellow A.B.D.
"Hey! No, I just got here. You?" We shifted our drinks and shook hands. Dave and I weren't in competition because he was in the running for a position at a small college back home on the East coast.
"Oh, I've been here a while. I'm trying to pace myself, these things can go all night."
"Have you seen Doc?" I asked.
Dave shook his head and then nodded towards the staircase.
"He may be in the library upstairs... second landing, last door on the right."
