One Push of a Button and He Had Me Dripping on the Floor

Misplacing my remote had never been so much fun

Smile to the lone co-ed applying lip gloss in the bathroom, I slipped into the stall and pulled my g-spot vibrator from my bag. Divorce proceedings with my soon-to-be-ex-husband weren’t going well. He was insisting on half of my income.

What a freeloader.

My blood pressure skyrocketed thinking about how the man who never supported me through anything sought half of my salary. As a tenured professor at an ivy league school, I made good money, but refused to carry his lazy ass any longer.

Stressed was an understatement. I lived under a relentless litany of stress. Only thing that relaxed me these days were orgasms. And lots of them. Difficult to achieve with a teaching schedule like mine.

So I improvised. I adapted. I came. As often as I could. And I bought toys to play with.

I slipped my vibe into my pussy, situated the other end against my clit just so. Gave it a quick buzz to make sure it was in good working order. It was. Fully charged, it zapped me good. Quiet, conserving its energy, my little nub throbbed in anticipation, my pussy clenching around the end resting against my g-spot.

The day ahead felt promising.

Clothing back in place, I popped the remote for the vibe into my blazer pocket, washed my hands, and headed down to my lecture hall. I was thrilled when the college gave me a lecture hall attached to my office.

“Professor Hockney?” One of my students called my name. I turned, our eyes meeting as he popped something into his pocket, a knowing smile on his face.

“Yes, Trevor?” Attitude dripping from my words, I arched one eyebrow waited for him to get to the point.

“You mentioned a quiz last lecture. Will that be today?” The smug expression on his face should have alarmed me. It didn’t.

“I guess you’ll have to wait and find out, won’t you?” I swanned into the lecture hall and reached into my pocket, ready to ease some stress and get the lecture going. Fingers moved around, pressing into the silk corners. And came up empty.

Face schooled into false serenity, I directed the students to grab their note-taking tools and wrote some key points on the blackboard.

A jolt hit my clit, making me jump. A second, then a third. Each one more intense than the last. I shook off the first jolt and, somehow, prepare myself for the next two.

I turned back to my students. Most were still jotting notes or talking amongst themselves. Trevor and his friend Carl stared at me, both smiling like the Cheshire Cat.

Hmm. Wonder what that’s all about. I smiled back, looking away as I grabbed my notes from my desk and set them onto the lectern.

I glanced up, eyes scanning the curious expressions before me, coming to rest on Trevor’s bright blue eyes. One corner of his mouth curled up. He leaned forward on the table before him, flipping what looked like a small lavender cylinder between his fingers.

My eyes widened. One hand flew to my mouth, the other dove into my pocket, fingers falling into the hole in the corner. Another jolt hit my clit, making my pussy throb around the little dick inside me.

Eyebrow cocked, Trevor bit back a grin as he pressed the cylinder again.

White knuckles gripped the sides of the wooden lectern. I swallowed hard. Clenched my thighs together. Trevor’s satisfied expression told me everything I needed to know.

Not a lavender cylinder. A familiar looking, rounded bit of lavender silicone. The remote for the vibrator pulsing my swollen nub of nerves and rubbing my g-spot. The one I’d put in my blazer pocket in the bathroom.

Same one Trevor picked up when he called my name in the hallway. Fuck. I straightened my shoulders and shot Trevor a sexy grin. He wants to play, I’ll play.

Tilted my head. Cocked an eyebrow. Mouth curled just so. I turned my back on the lecture hall and picked up the handouts I’d brought, passing them around to my students.

“All right, everyone. Read through the top page for an overview of today’s presentation.” I let out a short, loud laugh as both Trevor and Carl adjusted their dicks. “Sorry, remembering the confused look on my poodle’s face when I practiced it with him last night.”

Used to stories of my mated pair of Royal Poodles, the students laughed and settled in for the lesson on sexuality during the Renaissance. It was integral to the larger course of Anthropology, which most assume is all about pre-historic times. Not so much.

Three short blasts to my cunt, a slight break, then three more. I faced my students again, panties destroyed. They were done. I needed to change, but lifted my eyes to Trevor’s. We nodded to one another and grinned.

Challenge issued and accepted.

By the end of the lecture, I wore drenched panties, and a swollen, dripping pussy.

Rivulets of desire ran down my thighs. I was a quivering, quaking mess. Ready and needing to be fucked and fucked well.

Students filed by my desk, a steady stream of excited young minds clarifying details and saying goodbye. Until Trevor looked around and nodded over my shoulder. Carl clicked the locked after the last one left and sauntered over to us.

Trevor grabbed my hips, sitting me on my now cleared desk, and stepped between my thighs.

“So, Teach, was today’s lecture as much fun for you as it was for us?” He breathed the question to my lips, claiming them when I gasped at his touch.

“Oh, yes, it was more fun, I’d say.” Carl’s fingers skated up my thigh, groaning, as he pushed my panties aside and slid through my arousal. I palmed his cock and sucked Trevor’s tongue.

Carl’s fingers pressed between my folds, pulling my dripping vibe out as Trevor pulled my panties down my legs. He bunched them into his fist, burying his nose in his hand and breathing deep. His tongue pulled the silk into his mouth. He sucked my juices in before he threw them onto the floor.

“Fuck!” Carl stuck the vibrator in his mouth, sucking my cream from the lavender silicone. “She’s fucking sweet as honey, bro.” The vibe landed on top of my blue silk panties.

Trevor tore my blouse open and flicked the clasp on the front of my bra, spilling my breasts into their hot mouths. Head back, I held them to my chest as Carl laid me back, ass hanging off the edge of the desk. His meaty fingers thrust in and out of my sopping core.

One ankle over each of their shoulders, Trevor lowered his mouth to my lower lips, drawing his tongue up from my channel to my nub. I shuddered, grunting as an orgasm slammed into me, fingers pinching and pulling my nipples..

Carl pushed three fingers inside, pumping them in time with Trevor’s mouth, then slipped one into my puckered entrance. My hips bucked up, driving my clit into Trevor’s mouth. His lips wrapped around the throbbing nub. He bit down, lapping up my cream.

The two young men devoured my pussy like a gourmet dessert. Lots of moaning, murmurs of delight, slurping and there was cream everywhere.

As I squirted all over their faces and fingers, I collapsed onto the desk. Boneless. Spent like a ten-spot at $2 porn night.

“Professor.” The sound of my name on Trevor’s lips and the taste of my cunt in his kiss made me gush all over again. “Do you feel that?” He pressed his big, hard cock against my inner thigh. “I want to fuck you. Now.”

“Penny. Call me Penny.” I reached down and stroked his silken length. “Yes, yes. Fuck me, please.” I was beyond reasonable thought.

If only I’d been thinking straight. I should’ve hightailed it out of the lecture hall before the students left. I shouldn’t be considering getting involved with students, let alone challenging them to get me off with my vibe and then laying back to let them fuck me like this.

But there was no stopping us now. It’s been months since I had a nice cock… and these two have very nice cocks.

Two fingers scissored in my ass, spreading my hole. My hips lifted, catching the mushroom head of Trevor’s cock in my entry. Fingers exited my ass. Sound of a zipper opening, then jeans dropping to the floor, left me panting for more.

Trevor groaned and pulled me towards him. My legs wrapped around his slim waist and I slid down onto his length, burying him balls deep in one low moan.

“Fuck.” Arms holding me close, he growled the expletive into my ear, turning us until he was laying back on the desk and I was lying on his chest.

“Yes, gorgeous. Fuck, look at you, taking all of him like that. Beautiful. And sexy.” Carl’s words had my pussy clamping down on Trevor’s shaft. “I’m going to join y’all now… is that all right, Penny?”

Face close to mine, Carl kissed the tip of my nose and tucked my sweaty hair behind my ear. “Tell me gorgeous… do you want my cock in your ass?”

My eyes bugged out of my head. Pussy clenched down on Trevor’s cock and I mewled in agreement.

“Holy fucking hell, do I ever.” I panted between Trevor’s kisses. Fingers clawed down his back.

He notched his head at my asshole and spit onto his shaft as he slowly pushed into my stretched opening. His cock popped through and slid in until his balls slapped my cheeks. I dropped my head onto Trevor’s shoulder and lost myself in their arms.

“Bro… bro. Fuck, I’m in heaven.” Carl’s breathy words in my ear had my pussy clenching down on Trevor’s cock and my ass squeezing Carl’s. “Bloody hell, I’m not gonna last. Let’s go, Trev.”

Trevor and Carl thrust in and out of me in tandem. First Carl, then Trevor. Back and forth. My clit rubbed against Trevor’s belly. Eyes fluttered closed.

I quivered and quaked as pleasured rolled over me. My lovers… my students… growled as they joined me. Our combined juices dripping onto the floor.

What the fuck did I just do?

“Baby, you just made me cum harder than anyone ever has. That’s what you did. Fuck.” Trevor answered the question I didn’t mean to say out loud and pulled me closer to him. Carl dragged his length from my ass, pressing a kiss to each of my cheeks.

Trevor’s softening cock slipped from my still trembling pussy.

“Damn, beautiful. See that?” Carl’s sharp intake of and reverent stroke along my hip relaxed me. I sank into Trevor’s embrace. “You’re so sexy with our cum dripping from you like that. So fucking sexy.”

Snap of a camera brought me up short. I pushed myself up and looked around in a panic.

Holy Hanna. If Camara catches wind of this, I can kiss my job goodbye. Hand to my chest, I spun to look at Carl, who cupped my cheek and pulled my lips into a kiss.

“Don’t worry, our beautiful Professor.” He whispered against my lips as Trevor sat up and pulled me into his lap, one hand stroking my back. “It’s just for us. Promise.”

The two young men cleaned me up with a pack of baby wipes from Carl’s backpack.

“I’m the oldest of five. I learned years ago to always keep a pack of baby wipes with me. Those suckers clean up anything.” He licked a nipple and helped me get dressed.

They each kissed a cheek, and we walked out to the quad. We parted ways, a ball of regret in my belly.

Fifteen minutes after the best orgasm of my life, I was home. Alone.

I reached for my phone to see who dinged me and grinned. Things might be looking up after all.

Trevor: Hey Teach. We’ll be at your place at 7.

Carl: With dinner. Greek okay?

Me: Yeah, sounds great. See you then.

Steps lighter, I stripped off my clothes and ran a bath. Added in some lavender and lemongrass essential oils and vanilla bubble bath. My luck may be turning around after all.