A Teacher's Mistake

Mike wondered, while on his daily run, if all men had a sexual reawakening at 44 or if it was just him.

Even a couple of weeks prior he had been living a very normal, quiet life. He was a respected high school teacher. He was married to a woman he loved who was strong and driven with an independent career. He had a 20 year old daughter in college who he was proud of. He loved his quiet life and thought he was content.

But over the last while things had changed. Shifted. First Ella, his 18 year old student, then her best friend Mia (who everyone called Ella's twin even if they weren't sisters or looked alike, just sharing a birthday and being inseparable), had made it clear that they desired him.

He tried to resist them but, if he was honest with himself, not very hard. It did not take them long to seduce him, to get him to fuck first Ella, on the couch in his office during a sleepover his daughter was having, then Mia on the desk of the school drama room.

It was like a fire had been lit within him. As if he had come alive again, surging with lust and energy. He had fucked both the girls, and in the days since being with Mia had been added to a group chat with the two of them.

Just reading that chat had him hard half the time. The things they said! That they wanted him to do to him. That they wanted him to do to them. And the photos and videos!

Ella was the one that had always seemed quieter. She was whip smart and, even before all of this, had been one of his favorite students. She was not a loser but also wasn't part of the most popular crowds. She wore her auburn hair in ponytails, and had almost a uniform of baggy sweatshirts and leggings. She wore dark rimmed glasses, and was obviously pretty with her big green eyes and clear face. Mike knew now, however, that those sweatshirts hid an amazing body with almost perfect breasts. They also hid the need within her, that came out as she called him 'daddy' and 'your slut' as he fucked her.

Mia looked completely different. She called herself his big tittied goth girlfriend and the title made sense. She wore thick, but well done makeup, dyed black hair with neon streaks through it. Her body was a bit softer, with larger breasts which she showed off with low cut tops and corsets. She was Ella's constant companion as well as lover to both her best friend and Mike.

The two of them had always been best friends but now, they told him, they were sleeping together too. Well, they had slept in the same bed for years, but now they played with each other. Mike knew this because of the photos and videos they sent him regularly. Videos of their large breasts pressed together. Of them eating each other out. Using toys on one another. Moaning each other's names, as well as his, wishing he was there.

The three of them were trying to be careful. As much as he wanted to grab one of the girls when he saw them in the hall, pull her into a room and fuck her over the desk, he was a teacher. They were students. He was married. They had to be careful or he was going to blow up his life.

It was Thursday, which means the last time he was physically with the girls was two days prior, during their weekly meeting about the upcoming school play. Ella had written the play as one of the assignments Mike gave to his advanced Creative Writing students. It was choosing her play that brought them close and to this point.

He already missed the girls, and wanted to be with them again. Tuesday seemed so far away. He had wondered if he was going to be able to find a way to spend some time with them, or at least one of them the coming weekend but his 20 year old daughter, June, had said that she wanted to come down from college to spend time with him.

He was happy about that, even if it cut into play time with his girls. He loved his daughter, and missed her now that she was away for school. It did however, mean that he had to wait until next Tuesday to fuck Ella and Mia again. He sighed. More jerking off he thought.

He had finished his run and was back at home. It was still early. He had time to shower and grab a quick breakfast before heading into school.

He checked his phone. There was a message in the group chat. He glanced around to make sure no one else could see his screen and opened the app.

'Good morning Daddy,'' the message read and there was a close up picture of Ella and Mia, lips touching, eyes to the side looking at the camera.

'Wish your cock was between us,' the words said.

He grunted. Pushed his way into his house, already hard.

'Good morning, girls,' he typed back as he walked to his bathroom. 'Me too!'

He climbed in the shower and gripped his cock and jerked off standing under the stream of hot water. He took a quick video of his own, his hand pumping his cock, and sent to the chat. He received a drooling-faced emoji in return.

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Mia and Ella were walking to school holding hands. They had done this long before they had started sharing a man, and before they had started fucking each other. They were called 'The Twins' because of how close they were, not because of how they were related.

It was different now, Ella thought. More powerful. Almost electric. She loved the feeling of Mia's soft hand in hers. The feeling of her shoulder brushing hers. She wanted to pull her to her and kiss her there on the sidewalk. She didn't.

People had teased them about being lesbians in love with each other for years. She didn't want to let the assholes feel like they were right. Besides, Ella didn't feel like a lesbian. She was bi. She supposed Mia was as well, but they hadn't talked about it. Maybe she's only bi for me, Ella thought and smiled.

The fact that neither of them had ever had a boyfriend added to the rumors. It wasn't that neither of them liked men. It was just that they didn't like boys. The young males that surrounded them felt so immature and stupid. Neither of them wanted to have anything to do with them. That is probably why they had both fallen for their teacher. He was handsome, of course, and sexy, but more than that, he was a MAN.

The kids at school thought that they were virgins. This was true until very recently. They had both given their virginity to Mr, Nicholson. They had discussed it in great detail since. Asking each other if they regretted it and we're both honest about how they were feeling.

They agreed that it had been perfect. They didn't feel taken advantage of. They had actively seduced him. Pushed him past what he had been originally open to doing. Ella felt a bit bad about it, thinking about his wife, but the way he had fucked them both... she didn't think he minded how it turned out.

She missed him already. She had hoped to spend time with him over the weekend. She knew that his wife was away for work. It would have been perfect. But fucking June!

That wasn't fair. June was her friend as well. Mike's daughter was a couple of years ahead of her in school but they had both been in the drama club with Mr. Nicholson as the teacher advisor. She shouldn't feel jealous of June, but she couldn't quite help it.

Ella looked over at Mia. God. She looked so hot. She was in full goth, with her face painted white, intricate black makeup around her eyes. Her hair was dyed black with a neon green streak through it. She was wearing black and grey camo leggings with holes in it where her white flesh bulged out of them. She had on a white blouse that was under a black leather corset. There were plenty of buttons undone in the blouse to show off her cleavage and beautiful breasts.

In contrast, Ella was wearing a large black hoodie that came to mid thigh over black leggings. She had a full figure, large breasts, though not as big as Mia's, but she usually hid it under bulky clothing. She wasn't very confident.

While seducing Mr. Nicholson she had taken to dressing more revealing but she had defaulted to her usual garb now that she had him. She wore some light makeup but her complexion was fresh, pale with light freckles over the bridge of her nose. Her face was framed by auburn hair, and her eyes were green.

"Ella!" Mia said and she realised that she had been drifting and not listening.

"What?" She said. "Sorry. Daydreaming. What's that?"

"I was asking if you thought we could get Mr, Nicholson on his own and play with him?"

"I don't know," Ella admitted. She really wanted to. So bad. She felt empty without his cock in her. Playing with Mia was fun but... not the same. "I hope so. Any ideas?"

"Maybe," Mia said. "We will have to take turns, I think. How about this..." She started to describe a plan and soon Ella was nodding and smiling.

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Mike's day was busy. He had back to back classes all morning, with only a half hour for lunch. Then one more, an hour of open time, and then finally his freshmen English class to finish out the day.

That was annoying. Having a free class then a real one. It meant he couldn't leave early, or really get into marking. He usually just sat in his classroom and had a snack and scrolled on his phone or read a book.

Occasionally a student would visit him to talk about an assignment and he would pass the time with that but, these being high school kids, most did not take advantage of his time.

He propped the door to his room open, settled behind his desk, pulled out an apple to eat, and picked up the novel he was reading.

He was only a few pages into it when he heard the sound of his door latching closed. The thud of the heavy door and the clock of the latch were jarring in the quiet room and his head snapped up.

He couldn't help but smile to see Ella walking down the center aisle of the room, past the desks straight towards him. Just seeing her was enough to make him grow half hard, his cock starting to strain against his slacks.

"Hi Daddy," she said. Her green eyes were bright. Almost smouldering.

"Ella," he said sternly. "We are at school. You can't call me that here. We talked about this." He stood, looking over her shoulder at the closed door. It had a lock but these doors were never locked during the day.

She stopped directly in front of him. She was not very tall and had to tilt her head back to look up into his eyes, dispite him only being 5'10.

"I know, Daddy," she said. "But I missed you. Haven't you missed me?"

"Of course I have, but we can't do anything about it here!" He said, trying to sound stern. To keep control of the situation. When they fucked she was his plaything. He lost control and took control, but sometimes he felt powerless in front of this young woman. Unable to resist her in anything.

Ella reached her hand out and grasped the front of his slacks, small fingers wrapping around the hard shaft she found there. She smiled, happy that he was hard for her. Mike grunted. He knew he should snatch her hand away but he let her fondle him.

"It's ok," she said. "Mia's out there leaning on the door. No one can come in without her warning us. No one was in the hall when I came in here."

"Fuck," Mike said as the girl continued to stroke him through his pants. "This is stupid."

But he kissed her, leaning down to her uptilted face, burying his fingers in her thick auburn hair, his tongue finding hers. He felt her nimble fingers undo his belt. Pop the button. Lower the zipper of his jeans. She pushed his pants and boxer briefs over his hips and they fell down to the floor.

He felt a rush. A knowledge that this was insanely risky, that everything was on the line. The rush of letting go and throwing it to the wind for this girl.

His hard cock sprang free and she grasped the shaft and looked down at it.

He was fully hard, his cock thick, filling her hand, about 7.5 inches long. A heavy vein ran along the top of it and she traced it with her thumb as she stroked him. He let out a small groan.

"Sit down, daddy," she said. "Please."

Mike lowered himself into the chair behind his desk. It was just this side of worn out, like most things in the school. The desk was an old, scarred thing. Metal framed with a scratched top scattered with his papers and pens and things. The front of it, the part that faced the room, went down to the floor. This was something he was thankful for when Ella was seducing him, teasing him in class, making him hard. He had been able to stay behind the desk and hide himself.

Ella kneeled in front of Mike, putting her hands on his knees and nudging them open for her to move between. She scooted forward until his cock, standing up proud and hard, bobbed in front of her face.

She reached out and grasped it at its base and smiled up at Mike. He noted that her fingernails were trimmed short but painted a milky pink.

"Mia is so jealous," she said then licked him from her grip to the top which was still half sleeved in foreskin. She ran her tongue around the edge of the hood of flesh, along the purple head. "We flipped a coin to see who could play with you today. She gets tomorrow now."

"That's a very fair way to do this," Mike said with a chuckle. "You are both very good girls."

"Very good sluts for you, Mr, Nicholson," Ella agreed, opening her mouth and sucking him into it. Mike groaned.

"Such good sluts," he said. Ella moaned around his shaft as she pushed him deeper into her mouth, hitting her throat. She loved it when he called her his slut.

Mike had seen, via images and videos in the group chat, that both the girls had been practicing with toys, pushing themselves to take them deeper, training away their gag reflexes.

Ella's eyes watered and her throat worked. She didn't take all of him but he was lodged in her throat. It felt like heaven. He buried his hands in her hair and pulled her even deeper. He could feel her throat work in small gags but she did the best she could. Drool dripped down his balls and her chin.

Finally he let up and she pulled back, gasping for breath and stroked his slick cock.

She dove back in. Eager to take him again. Mike lost himself to the sensation, the sucking and licking. Enjoying the power, knowing that she breathed when he let her. Controlling her breaths with his cock.

He could see that she had her hand pushed into her leggings rubbing herself as she sucked. He knew that she had no panties on. She had promised never to wear any around him and, thus far, had never broken that promise. She wanted to always be ready for him to fuck her.

It went on for about five minutes. It was getting to the point where Mike had to decide. Should he shoot his cum down her throat, using her mouth to milk him? Or should he pull her up, bend her over the desk and finish deep inside her young cunt.

The decision was taken away from him however when they both heard a heavy thump from the door. It was a kick from Mia's combat boot. Mike's eyes went wide, suddenly remembering where he was. How crazy it was to be doing this here.

Ella took her mouth off of him, drips of drool hanging off of her chin and looked over her shoulder towards the door where they could just make out Mia's voice, talking loudly.

"Hi Ms Simco!" She said way too loudly, giving them time to react. "I'm not sure where Mr. Nicholson is! I came by and the door was shut so I thought I'd wait for him! I need to ask about the play backgrounds. How are you?"

She was babbling quickly, and Mike silently thanked her for buying time for them. Fuck. Patsy Simco.

Patsy was another teacher at the high school. She taught music, and often worked closely with Mike. She and her students would write musical scores for the plays he put on with the Drama Club.

He liked her. She was a young teacher, in her first year at the school. Maybe 24 years old? He hadn't paid much attention to her, frankly, despite her being friendly and pretty. They had, however, bumped into each other at a bar the other day and she had been a bit... flirty? Maybe. It was hard for Mike to imagine her being into him.

"Thanks, Mia," Patsy said, Mike and Ella hearing through the door. "I guess I'll just leave him a note."

The doorknob started to turn and Mike suddenly looked around, frantic. He and Ella had been frozen in place, her hand around his erect cock, Mike's hands in her hair.

He scanned the room. There was absolutely no place to hide and with the door already swinging open they were out of time.

"Fuck," he whispered, then pushed Ella backwards, shoving her under his desk. It was a tight fit but she wasn't a large girl. He rolled his chair forward until his stomach hit the edge. There wasn't enough time to put his cock away. There wasn't time for anything.

He grabbed his book and looked at it, thankful that he had picked it up facing the right way, not upside down, and pretended to be reading as Patsy stepped into the room.

"Oh!" She said. "You're here! I wasn't sure. The door was closed."

Mike hoped he didn't look too guilty when he looked up at her, feigning surprise.

"Hi," he said. His face felt flushed but he thought his voice sounded steady. Steadier than he felt.

Patsy really was very pretty, he thought. She was probably something like five inches shorter than he was. Her hair was dark brown and curly and hung to just below her jawline in thick ringlets. She had on her thick rimmed dark glasses which slightly magnified her hazel eyes.

Mike had noticed that she usually wore long, flowy dresses with a chunky cardigan that fell below her waist. He suspected that the cardigan was designed to hide her curvy body from the lecherous gazes of the young male students. He thought it probably didn't work. You just knew, looking at her, that she had an amazing body under there, with wide hips, full ass, and large breasts.

Today she was dressed much the same, but her cardigan was open, giving him a better view of that body as she walked across the room towards him. He leaned harder against the desk hoping to hide the girl under it.

He also noticed that the bodice of the dress had buttons running up the center and several of the top ones were undone. He had a sudden urge to pop those buttons, to reach in and play with her tits.

He had almost forgotten Ella under the desk, but she reminded him suddenly by grasping his cock in her hand and beginning to stroke him slowly. Fuck. This was going to be difficult.

"I'm glad you are here, Mike," Patsy said arriving at his desk. In normal cases he would have stood to greet her out of politeness. Obviously that couldn't happen now. "I thought you weren't supposed to close the door when you have open periods?"

She raised her eyebrows and smiled mischievously, clearly teasing him.

Mike chuckled and shrugged.

"I sometimes need a bit of alone time," he said.

Patsy sighed and looked away from Mike, at the lesson that was scrawled on the whiteboard.

"I think I have too much alone time," she said, then shook her head. "Anyway, I was going to ask you something."

"Yeah?" he said, arching an eyebrow, questioningly. "How can I help you, Patsy?"

Under the desk Ella was slowly stroking him. He could feel his foreskin sliding back and forth over the head of his cock. It was all he could do not to grab the back of her head and shove himself into her mouth.

"Oh," Patsy said and smiled at him. He noticed some freckles on her cheeks and on her chest above the undone buttons. "It's no big deal."

She leaned forward and placed her hands on the desk, palms down. Mike did his best to look her in the eyes, but couldn't help but glance down. With the buttons undone on her dress it fell open a bit, revealing a deep crease of cleavage, and he saw that the freckles traveled a fair way down the slopes of her full breasts from her collar.

He thought how lovely those breasts would look with his cock pressed between them. He felt his cock throb in Ella's hand under the desk and stifled a groan as she began to lick his shaft as she pumped him. Still slow. Still carefully making no sounds.