Simon Says (Friends and Lovers) (8 page)

Adon shook his head and indicated the lock. “Should be easy to pick.”

Simon took a closer look and nodded his agreement. “Got a card of some kind on you?” he reached a hand out toward Adon without looking up.

Adon dug his driver’s license out of his wallet and handed it over. Simon jimmied the card into the gap between fence and gate and pushed upward. The gate popped open with a soft snick and swung inward.

Simon closed the gate behind them, making sure to lock it again and together they walked over to the professor.

Adon was reaching out to shake her when Simon grabbed his wrist to stop him.

“No,” he hissed. “Don’t wake her.”

Adon just looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

“She wants us,” Simon said. “She’s just afraid to come get us. I say, let’s help her along with that decision.”

“Elaborate please.”

“I want a taste of her. Hell, you want her worse than I do and if she’s fully awake, she’s going to fight it. But,” Simon smiled wickedly at Adon, “if she wakes up with us already tasting her, she may stop it, but at least we’ll already know what it’s like.”

Adon’s gaze dropped to the professor. Simon watched his friend look her over from head to toe. The professor was lovely, laid out in a barely there bikini that did little to cover and much to titillate. Adon’s eyes paused for intent moments over her tight, pert breasts and flat, pelvis. When he looked again at Simon, his eyes burned.

“She’ll be mad at us.”

“Maybe,” Simon allowed. “Or, maybe, she’ll finally quit acting like we’ve got the plague and do what she’s wanted to do all along.”

“Just a taste though. Nothing more,” Adon insisted.

Simon snorted, “Oh, there will be more if I have my way, but she’ll be fully awake and participating.”

Simon knelt by the Professor’s side and reached for the ties he saw peeking out from behind her neck. Slowly, so slowly, he pulled the laces to unravel the bow holding her top up. She murmured and shifted turning her head away from him, but she remained asleep.

Simon gently pulled back the top of her bikini to expose her breasts to the sun. Her breasts were round and full, despite being on the small-side. Her nipples were large and rosy pink. The late afternoon breeze whispered in the air and her nipples tightened.

Those sweet buds called to him and his cock leapt to attention in response. Judging from the tent in Adon's shorts, he felt the same way.

Simon cleared his throat and said, “It’s now or never.”

Adon’s gaze was fixated on the professor’s nipples, his eyes never moved as he responded, “Now.”

Together, they leaned over the professor and sucked her nipples into their hot, hungry mouths.

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Warm, wet suction pulled at her nipples sending pulses of pleasure throughout her body. Both nipples were engulfed and she knew she dreamed of
them
. Only in her dreams of Adon and Simon did she experience the twin pleasures that no one man could produce.

Marlie opened her eyes and gloried in the picture they presented as they laved the tips of her breasts. Their pink tongues rasped wetly around each distended tip before they suckled her in long, hard draws. Their eyes were closed, but each wore a look of ravenous hunger as if they could eat her up, literally.

They knelt on either side of her. Both were dressed in a T-shirt and shorts. Adon’s shirt was loose and bore the logo of a local Jiu-Jitsu academy. It hid the muscular perfection of his body, much to her disappointment. He had on loose cargo shorts and flip-flops. The sun glinted off his hair causing hints of blue fire to flicker in the silky strands.

Simon’s simple black T-shirt was tighter and molded nicely to his broad shoulders, but it hung more loosely at the waist where his stomach and hips narrowed. He too wore cargo style khaki shorts, but had chosen tennis shoes. She wondered why they had clothes on. They were usually naked in her dreams.

Marlie’s pussy spasmed as pleasure swamped her body. Ripples of desire pulsated through her in tempo with their sucking. With a long, low moan, Marlie reached out and laid her hands on both of their heads while she arched into their mouths. At her touch they both froze.

“No, don’t stop,” she whispered. “Suck me.”

Her nipples popped out of their mouths with a slurp as they raised their heads and gazed at her. The desire and need in their eyes raised goosebumps on her skin.

“Are you sure, Professor?” Simon asked. His voice was husky and deeper than she’d ever heard.

“Be sure,” Adon growled in a voice that was barely intelligible.

“Suck me,” Marlie whispered closing her eyes and exerting gentle pressure on their heads. “I need this.”

Adon and Simon turned back to her nipples with a ferocity unlike any she’d experienced. They sucked and licked, pinched and tugged at her nipples and Marlie writhed under their ministrations.

This was the most vivid, erotic dream she’d ever had of them. Usually, she dreamed of them as tender, sweet lovers who made long, slow love to her. Occasionally, she dreamed of them as being helplessly overcome by her advances. The kind where she was the aggressor and they simply couldn’t resist her. She’d never before had a dream where they were so aggressively erotic and demanding.

She liked it. She felt … needed. No one had ever made her feel this way. She never wanted to wake up.

Marlie’s breasts swelled and her clitoris throbbed as they played. She reveled in the freedom to touch and be touched by them that she found only in her dreams. She wanted them over her, under her, inside her. She wanted them in ways she only allowed herself to indulge in her fantasies.

“More,” she moaned. “I need more. Please.”

Simon tore his mouth away from her breast and moved to rip her bikini bottoms from her while Adon finished removing her top.

Naked and spread out before them like an erotic buffet, Marlie spread her thighs, exposing her glistening pussy. She slowly stroked her inner thighs, framing her pussy and arching as they stared raptly at her mound.

“Touch me,” she crooned.

Neither man spoke as they moved to do her bidding. Adon resumed sucking her nipple while he delved between her legs and thrust two fingers inside her tight, hot channel. He began to fuck her pussy with long, slow deep thrusts. He alternated between thrusting in hard and pulling out only to rotate back in and stroke her internally as if he were beckoning her to come to him.

His fingers were long and touched her in places she’d never been touched before. The sensations he generated reverberated through her body and she burned from them.

Unwilling to be left out, Simon gently traced the contours of her belly as he made his way lazily down to her clitoris. Once there, he stroked the swollen bud in slow, gentle circles. His touch feathered over her heated skin, but she felt heavy and full wherever he touched her.

Marlie was being consumed in a conflagration of pleasure. Her body was inflamed and she panted with need. Her nipples were hard points of pleasure and her pussy dripped with moisture.

She’d never felt so swollen, so needy, so desperate for relief. She felt as if the pleasure invading her body would tear her apart. The sheer eroticism of the scene before her invaded her senses and threatened to tip her over into what promised to be the orgasm of a lifetime.

Unable to help herself, Marlie thrust against their mouths and hands.

“Please,” she begged. “I’ve wanted this so much. I can’t think when you’re near me. All I think about is fucking you. Each of you, both of you together. I want you in my mouth, my pussy even my ass.”

As if her words were a match to gasoline, Adon and Simon became almost savage in their pleasuring of her. Adon sucked and nipped and bit at her nipples while his fingers moved in an almost savage rhythm, fucking her pussy relentlessly. She moaned and thrashed as he plied her body like she was an instrument that only he knew how to play.

Simon tore his mouth away from her nipple and kissed her fiercely. His tongue plundered her mouth, giving her no option of refusing him. His lips were soft and sweet, but his kiss was all spice and heat. He tasted vaguely of coffee and peppermint, the two flavors were like ambrosia to her senses.

“Professor,” Simon ended the kiss and growled in a voice grown guttural with lust. “You have no idea how much we’ve wanted to fuck you, but you’ve shut us down at every turn.”

Adon grunted his assent to Simon’s words, but never took his mouth from her nipple. His lips were as swollen and red as her nipple was from his suckling.

“You’re my students,” Marlie gasped. She could barely think for the waves of pleasure thrilling through her veins. If all of her dreams were like this, she’d endeavor to sleep forever.

“I can’t have sex with my students. It wouldn’t be right.”

Simon chuckled low and sexy, “But, Professor, you’re having sex with us now.”

He didn’t give her time to respond, but kissed her again, slow and languorously this time as if he wanted to imprint his flavor on every inch of her mouth.

She smiled at him and nipped at his bottom lip.

“Of course, I am. I can fuck you as much as I want in my dreams.”

“Oh, God,” she groaned deep and low in her throat. “I don’t ever want to wake up.”

She closed her eyes as she spoke and so she missed the startled glance Adon and Simon shared, but she didn’t miss their hesitation.

“Don't stop,” she crooned. “I need you. Please. This is so good.”

Adon and Simon resumed their attentions with a focused intensity that had Marlie at the brink of an orgasm in seconds. She moaned and ground herself against them. The noises she made were inhuman. She barely recognized her own voice.

Simon leaned in close to her ear. His silky locks tickled her face as he nuzzled and gently tongued her earlobe before nipping lightly.

“Professor,” he whispered. “I need you to listen closely.”

He paused for moment as if waiting for her to respond.

“Professor?”

“Hmmm?” she sighed more intent on their fingers in her folds than on Simon's words.

“Understand me now, Professor.”

Simon paused as if to make sure he had her attention and said, “This is no dream. We found you asleep by your pool.”

With those words Simon dived for her pussy and sucked her clitoris into his mouth. His hot, velvet tongue slicked over her swollen bud before he sucked it into his mouth. She had just enough time to comprehend his words before she shattered.

Marlie shrieked her release as wave after wave of fiery pleasure wracked her body. She shuddered and bucked under Simon’s tongue which continued to twirl around her clitoris as if she were an ice cream cone he was afraid would melt if he stopped. Adon was gentler, but no less relentless with his fingers and tongue.

Slowly, so slowly she floated down from the high of ecstasy they’d skyrocketed her to. As if determined to wring every drop of pleasure from her, they continued to gently stroke and lick her until she gave one last shudder. She pulled away from them and curled on her side, tucking her knees up close to her chest and squeezing her eyes shut.

It had been real! It wasn’t a dream!
What the hell was she going to do? The things she’d done. The things she’d said.
Oh. My. God.
She could never look them in the face.

Gentle hands stroked her back and thighs, petting her as if she were a scared kitten. Neither spoke, they just waited.