Two teachers one student
His two teachers were fussing around as though he were someone important, rather than their student. They wore baby-doll night dresses, which revealed more than they should. May was advising Vicky how he liked his eggs, over easy, and not to overcook the bacon. May wasn't a good cook, so it was convenient having Vicky around.
Vicky had been anxious at first, but under the older teachers guidance she began to relax. She no longer looked nervous in May's kitchen, with the older teacher telling her what to do. It helped wearing an apron over the nightdress, and also protected her exposed flesh when frying the food.
William couldn't help staring at Vicky when she bent over in the sheer panties, exposing a heart shaped bottom.
May flounced around laying the table, brushing against him every chance she got. She didn't say anything, though it was obvious she was jealous over the way William looked at Vicky.
'It's alright May,' he said.
He took a hold of her hand and squeezed it, giving her a reassuring smile. She took comfort from his attention, and relaxed enough to smile back at him.
William could hardly eat anything, though pushing the food around a plate gave him a chance to calm down. The two teachers also picked at their food, looking too excited to swallow.
'Clean up here, and I'll wait for you in the lounge,' he told them.
He heard the clash of pots and dishes being washed and put away. They were hurrying and getting in each other's way.
He put his hands behind his head and sat back on the sofa. What should he do with Vicky? In the beginning he intended to give her to the guys to play with, and save May for himself. His friends solved that problem, by agreeing it would be going too far to screw a teacher. Julian had been troublesome, as he wanted more from May than was decent in class. A few simple hypnotic suggestions kept him in check, but he still needed watching.
So why keep Vicky? Two teachers was doubling the risk of being found out, which would lead to assault charges, if they reported him. Maybe he should implant the idea they couldn't possibly admit to what happened, in the event they escaped from his influence.
The two beautiful women walked in to stand in front of him. He looked up at them staring at their resplendent breasts. The thin filmy material swirling tantalisingly around their hips, revealed all that it covered. The panties were just as flimsy and revealing. Looking at May reminded him to command her to shave her pussy.
'You've been helping us, so, how may we help you, William?' May suggestively asked.
Vicky giggled and mischievously wiggled her hips. May seemed more controlled than earlier. He wondered if it was because the younger teacher was there, and she was trying to be an example to her, as instructed.
'Come and sit here,' William said, and patted the cushions either side of him.
His teachers sat close, pressing their hips against his. He looked from one to the other, taking in their profiles. Vicky's sheer baby-doll was held up by large pert breasts. May's sagged a little, though they still looked impressive. They caught him comparing them, and giggled.
'You like our breasts, sir. Do you like mine better?' May asked.
'It's the feel of them I like, May,' William cheekily grinned.
'What do you mean, sir?' she asked.
'They are soft and cuddly. It makes me feel good to hold them,' he struggled to explain.
'Could you show me what you mean, sir,' she said, and pushed her breasts at him.
He heard Vicky gasp in astonishment, so turned to her. She looked shocked, which was understandable. It isn't often a teacher offers her breasts to one of her students.
'It's alright Vicky, relax. I can't explain how nice it is to hold May's breasts, so I'm going to help her understand,' he said.
Vicky gave him a quizzical look. She struggled to say something, with her mouth merely flapping. She looked away from both of them, to stare across the room with a distant look on her face. There was something wrong with their conversation, but May seemed to accept it, so maybe it was alright.
'Do you want me to help you understand?' he teased.
'Err, thank you, William, but, maybe, I'll just watch,' Vicky nervously spoke.
'OK, May, I'm ready if you are,' he grinned.
She lifted the baby-doll and presented her breasts. He cupped them, gently weighed them for a moment. In the mirror he could see Vicky staring at his hands, transfixed by the unusual spectacle. A student was mauling a colleagues breasts, without a word of complaint! That it was the strict Miss Grant having her breasts massaged, was all the more extraordinary. Vicky was dumbfounded. She no longer noticed that she wore hardly anything at all in front of William, yet this was going too far.
His fingers pinched her nipples, then his palms smoothly rubbed them. After awhile he asked, 'Can I kiss them, May?'
'Of course you can, sir,' May answered.
'Miss Grant, should you let him do that!' Vicky exclaimed.
'It's all right Vicky, he's our teacher. He's teaching you to relax, and be more authoritative in your classes, isn't he?' May asked.
'I guess so. Yes, Miss Grant, it worked this afternoon. Though, should we call William, sir?' she added.
'Of course, Vicky. He's teaching us, so we must show respect, and do as we are told. You'll see how advantageous it is,' May advised.
Vicky was clearly thinking it over, and concluded her senior colleague had a point. All that they were saying was logical, yet somehow wrong. William reassuringly smiled at her. She relaxed, with the anxious expression melting from her features. It was interesting, and much easier having his teacher back him up.
'Oh! That is so nice, sir. It feels wonderful,' May cooed.
She put both hands behind his head and guided his lips to the other nipple. She threw her head back and gasped as though in heaven. William had instructed her to put on a show for Vicky, though, she hardly had to act at all from enjoying it so much.
'That was delicious, sir. Would you help Vicky understand how it feels, sir?' May asked.
'Oh, err, I can see what you mean. No need to, err. I don't think it's necessary,' Vicky warbled.
'Nonsense, Vicky. William is helping you become more confident in class, you know that. Come on, do as you're told,' May firmly stated.
Vicky let her colleague lift the top to expose her breasts. The look of consternation and bewilderment plastered across her face showed how close she was to snapping out of the hypnotic state. Perhaps this was going too far for her.
'I don't think I could do this in class, sir,' Vicky said, with a trembling voice. 'I really can't let students handle my breasts, sir,' she complained.
'It's alright, Vicky, this is just for you. A special way to relax, and become more confident. You'll like it. You know you will. Just relax,' William reassured her.
When he reached for her breasts, she took a deep noisy inhalation, and held her breath. She intently watched his hands cup her breasts, knead them, and stroke her hardening nipples. Her whole body relaxed. She let out a sigh, and began to breath heavily. She pushed her breasts into his hands, giving them to him. He let one of them go to kiss it. He sucked it into his mouth and tongued it.
Copying her mentor she leaned back and moaned. She put both hands around his head, to guide his lips from one nipple to the other in turn. At first May was pleased to have obeyed William's instructions successfully. After awhile she became jealous.
'Sir, sir!' she wanted his attention.
