Teacher, Student - Threesome Erotica
"Of Dirt, Rocks, and Wine," a Dirty Martini story by Bonnie Driscoll
I really don’t know why I did it. Maybe I was just tired, and needed a boost. Maybe it was the sinking disappointment of the dig – for six weeks we’d been digging, sifting dirt, hauling rocks, and so far we’d found very little of use to either the university or the museum. The project was slowly going sour, and summer was slipping away.
Maybe it was the heat of that dry, dusty place. Or the frustration of missing my friends, of living in a tent – granted, they had provided very nice tents, as tents go, but still… The bugs, dirt, heat, and responsibilities were wearing me down.
It was a late Friday afternoon, and everyone was beginning to wrap things up. I watched the kids – graduate students, mostly – packing their tools and flipping open those damnable cell phones of theirs. But I marveled at their energy. These kids could work all day, party all night, and be back at it early the next morning. Pushing fifty and married to my work, I was feeling worn out and all but forgotten, and leading a project that was yielding almost nothing was not helping my self-esteem.
Dear Mom: Failed again.
But a small group of students surprised me by inviting me to dinner in the little town nearby. We sat in a tired old diner and laughed while the waitress mixed up the orders and splashed milky coffee. Later, back at camp, everyone drifted off to his or her separate ways. I was in my tent, sitting at my “desk” and going over some notes, when a tap came at the narrow door.
“Doctor Vaughn?”
They never called me “Lillian,” like I had suggested several times.
“Come in.” Oh, now what? Someone sat on a rattlesnake or tripped over a power cord, I’ll bet.
In stepped two grad students, Linda and Jim, holding a large bottle of (cheap) wine and three plastic cups. They were dating – they made no secret of it – but so far no trouble had come of it, so it was all fine by me. Not that I could, or would, stop them anyway.
“We thought you could use a break,” said Linda, flashing a cut glass smile. “Relax a little, you know?”
“I’m not sure I remember how,” I smiled back and lit a cigarette. “Mind if I smoke?”
“It’s your tent,” answered Jim.
They settled on to the tent floor – was I ever as limber as these kids? – and Jim poured the cups full and handed two away. His arms were lean, muscular, and beautifully tanned. He hadn’t shaved that day, but his hair was clean, as if he had showered earlier. Not everyone in camp did, at least not regularly.
Soon we were deep into the bottle, laughing and talking about everything from old movies to lost civilizations, and all sorts of things in between. I amused and amazed my guests with my ability to blow perfect smoke rings, Jim impressed us with some astonishingly good celebrity impressions, and Linda cracked us up with stories about dormitory pranks, awful dates, and campus gossip.
I’ve heard it said that laughter is a potent aphrodisiac. I heartily agree. Before too long, Jim was running his fingers through Linda’s long, dark hair. She was rubbing her hand up and down his thigh and leaning back against his chest, and I thought to myself, They probably can’t wait to find an excuse to ditch the old lady and dive in to each other.
But they didn’t leave. Linda was telling a story about a practical joke that had backfired spectacularly on a friend of hers, when Jim moved from stroking her hair to rubbing her shoulders. I have to admit, I felt a tinge of jealousy, watching her get a nice shoulder rub. But that’s not what began to arouse me. It was Linda’s reaction to it that got me tingling.
As she was telling her story, she kept pausing to give Jim backrub instructions. Lower. More to the left. Oh, right there! Harder. Down a little.
Her story was also interrupted by quiet moans and the occasional soft gasp of pleasure. I mashed out my cigarette and sipped more of the wine – low quality stuff, but it was doing its job. I was delightfully buzzed and giddy with all the laughter. I kicked off my shoes.
It was stimulating, watching Linda sink into relaxation. She licked her lips once or twice, which was a major turn-on for me. I barely noticed when Linda stopped even trying to tell the story. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply through her mouth.
“That looks nice,” I said between gulps of warm wine.
“You want one?” Linda suddenly asked, eyes open now and sparkling.
“Oh, I couldn’t.” But who was I kidding? I was already turned on, and now had my evening’s masturbation theme firmly established, too. “Oh…”
“Jim gives the best shoulder rubs,” she said.
Yeah, I thought. To tight bodied twenty-somethings.
But before I could protest any further, he was on his feet and standing behind me, working my shoulders and the back of my neck. And it felt so good. God, I hadn’t been touched in so long. Too long. I was already aroused and hornier than hell, and as he kept kneading six week’s worth of tightness out of my upper back, I felt myself getting wet down below.
Good God – what if they can tell? Think! Say something!
But instead of saying anything, I found myself closing my eyes, too. His hands were strong, his grip almost, but not quite, too tight. An involuntary moan escaped my lips, but I didn’t care. Oh, this was nice!
I opened my eyes after a moment to look at Linda, only to find she was kneeling next to me, looking up at Jim. She began running her hands up and down his thighs. My mind was reeling, but my hands were trembling and I moaned again.
Stop this now! Nothing good can come of this! Don’t be a fool! My God, I’m old enough to be the mother of either one of them. Not good, Lillian, not good!
But it was good. Jim was doing a fabulous job on my shoulders, and my body was tingling. I wanted to start rubbing myself, I was so wet. My hand was already on my thigh, and drifting. My thumb twitched. I permitted myself a soft gasp of pleasure. I was absolutely whirling, and getting hotter.
I turned to tell Linda that she was right, Jim did give good shoulder rubs, but what I saw next pushed any thought of stopping right out of my mind. She had pulled his shorts down and had his cock in her mouth. His hands fell away from me as I kept turning around, and to my astonishment – and delight! – found myself sinking to my knees next to Linda.
She sucked him deep and hard, and then ran her tongue slowly around the rigid head of his throbbing cock. I was practically drooling. Then she lifted his cock and cradled his balls. She looked me in the eye, smiled, and then sucked one of his balls into her mouth.
Jim ripped off his shirt to reveal the muscular, tanned body of an athlete, and before I knew it I was running a hand over his tight abs. I leaned forward and kissed his body, and now it was his turn to moan.
(Arrow of Adonis, by Mick Payton.)
Linda wrapped one hand behind his thigh while she cupped his balls with the other, licking and sucking them while she purred and moaned.
His cock, big around as my wrist, was standing in the air, stiff and slick with Linda’s spit. I decided not to wait for an invitation, and closed my mouth over it. It was hard and huge, smooth and sweet. As I licked and sucked, I dropped a hand inside my shorts, and found myself soaking wet.
Linda pulled away for a moment, deftly stripped herself, then dropped back to her knees at my side, but so close this time her body was touching mine. She closed her hand around Jim’s shaft and stroked while I kept sucking.
“You like sucking that big cock?” She asked, her lips brushing my cheek. She tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. “Suck it! Yeah, like that.”
I opened my mouth wide and took him in as deeply as I could, pulling back slowly, and then licked some more.
“That’s enough,” said Linda. “My turn again.”
I fumbled with the buttons of my shirt as I watched her. Her eyes went up to Jim’s, then over to mine. Her bright blues seemed to say: Watch me! I love being watched!
Sure enough, she pulled away from his cock to ask: “Do you want to watch me get fucked?”
My mouth was hanging open, I was gasping and rubbing my clit, and I don’t think I even answered her. It didn’t matter – she drew Jim to the floor and pulled his shoes off, along with whatever clothing he still had on. He was on his back now, and she looked over at me, smiling, her eyes narrowed.
“I like to warm up first, like this.” She lifted his knees and mounted one of his thighs. “C’mon,” she said, patting his other thigh.
Naked in a moment, I wrapped my legs around Jim’s hard, well- muscled thigh and quickly matched Linda’s rhythmic grinding. Jim had one hand on her hip, the other hand on mine. She started stroking his cock. I cupped my breasts, pulled the nipples, then broke from the rhythm and arched my back, squeezing my legs together and pressing my clit and pussy against Jim’s thigh, and climaxed with a shudder of delight.
I rolled to the side and struggled to catch my breath, sweat stinging my eyes. Linda stopped humping Jim’s thigh and lifted one of her breasts to her mouth and licked it while she watched me enjoy the current of tingling pleasure that was still running through my body. Then she turned her attention back to Jim and mounted him, his cock sliding in to her with practiced ease.
While Linda’s hips rocked, I reached down between Jim’s legs and massaged his balls. Linda began to ride faster, her pussy juices actually trickling down over my hand, she was that wet. Jim reached up and squeezed her breasts, and oh, how I wanted to suck them! But I was satisfied to just watch his cock whipping in and out of her with frenzied speed.
And then she came. And she came explosively. Shivering, gasping, kissing Jim’s neck, mouth, forehead. I released Jim’s balls and slid a wet hand over Linda’s ass, then slapped it lightly.
“Ready to get fucked? You wanna get fucked?” Linda panted, running her hands through her own hair and looking into my eyes. “You want his cock inside of you?”
I began to crawl over, but Linda pointed up at my desk.
“Sit up there and make him fuck you.”
I sat on the corner, legs open, stroking my clit. Linda rose and grabbed Jim’s cock as he stood.
“I made it all hard and wet for you,” she said, leading him over. She rubbed my pussy with one hand and guided Jim’s rod into me with the other, and looked up at him. “Now, fuck her like you fuck me.”
His massive cock stretched me open, touching me in places that hadn’t been hit in years. I was moving toward another orgasm when Linda reached down and pulled him out of me, his cock shining and wet with her juices and mine.
“I want to taste her pussy on your cock,” she said to him, and started sucking.
Just as I was about to beg her to put it back in, Jim tensed, gasped.
“I’m gonna…” was all he managed to say. Linda pulled her mouth off, and stroked him savagely while his cum splattered all over her breasts. He sank to the floor and moaned.
“Give me some of that!” I said, and wiped my fingers through the white, sticky cum. Linda and I smeared ourselves with it until our breasts were glazed. She kissed me full on the mouth, then dropped down to Jim’s side and sighed.
Sitting on the floor, all three of us finally caught our breath and smiled.
“Archeology isn’t so bad,” Jim said after a while.
I heartily agree.
Originally published September 2009
