The Fantasy I Fulfilled with Three of My Students

My name is Marisol, and I teach at a high school in the warm region of the country, where summer presses so hard that at four in the afternoon the air still burns. I’m thirty-five, petite, fair-skinned, with black hair down to the middle of my back. My legs got firm from so much morning running, and though I don’t brag much, I know that when I make myself up, I turn heads. I got divorced two years ago, after discovering my husband had been cheating on me for months, and ever since then my bed has been an empty territory that only I visit.

I missed sex in a way that embarrassed me to admit. I’m not an easy woman, but desire had built up in me like water behind a dam. I touched myself almost every night thinking of other hands, and every morning I woke with the same old feeling of hunger.

It was exam season, and I had to fail several students. The ones furthest behind were three boys repeating the course: Diego, Andrés, and Tomás, all of them already of age, several years younger than me but adults through and through. Diego was the tall one, with a worked body and a calm gaze; Andrés, the skinny dark-skinned one who said little; Tomás, the shortest and the jokester, with a smile that always edged on insolence.

—The three of you failed —I told them when the classroom was empty—. I explained the topic five times. What happened?

—Teacher, it’s just that everything went blank during the exam —Tomás answered, shrugging.

—Watch that mocking face, Tomás.

He smiled and sat down. By that point in the course I felt even respect was slipping through my hands, and the idea weighed on me more than they could imagine.

My house was slipping away from me too. I hadn’t taken care of it for two years: overgrown grass, a back door that squeaked and wouldn’t close, a bare wall begging for paint. A man was needed in that house, or several, and looking at those three aimless boys gave me an idea that made me smile inwardly.

—Let’s make a deal —I proposed—. Today at four, you come to my house. You mow the lawn for me, fix the door, and paint the wall. In exchange I’ll give you a two-hour class covering the whole topic, we’ll do an exam just like the one you’ll have tomorrow, and you’ll pass. Deal?

The three faces lit up at once.

—Of course, teacher!

—Deal. See you then.

***

I got home with my body sticky from the heat. I stepped into the shower and, when I got out, I hesitated in front of the closet more than I care to admit. I chose a white dress that ended a few inches above my knees, one I never wore to class because there everything gets talked about. I told myself I just wanted to stay cool, but the lie didn’t fool even me.

I tidied the living room, rigged up a makeshift chalkboard, and at exactly four o’clock my three students arrived to save the subject.

—Come in, boys.

Andrés stood there dumbfounded, staring at my legs as if he’d never seen any before. It didn’t make me uncomfortable; it was a strange feeling, almost like power. Diego and Tomás fixed their eyes on my neckline, which that afternoon showed far more than the teacher’s uniform they were used to.

We started the class right away. Every time I turned toward the chalkboard, I could catch in the reflection from the window how the three of them were sizing me up from head to toe. The lust rose slowly in me, like an ember, but I knew damn well I wasn’t going to take a single step further. I was professional. I always had been.

Until, with my back turned, I caught Tomás making a crude gesture to the other two, pointing at me. That was crossing the line. I ended the class there and then.

—That’s it, boys. Now that the sun has gone down a little, help me with the yard, please.

—Sure, teacher —Diego replied, the only one who kept his tone respectful.

Minutes later I was watching them from the living room. Diego pushed the mower, which, to my luck, started on the first pull after so many months dead. Andrés and Tomás gathered the cut grass and filled bags. I brought them a pitcher of lemonade; all three were sweating buckets, and I thought they were paying dearly for passing my subject.

When I went back inside, I saw Diego take off his T-shirt. The body that appeared underneath took my breath away: defined abs, a broad chest, arms much stronger than his classmates’. I looked longer than was decent. He was quite a sight, and a stupid idea flashed through my head like lightning.

They couldn’t see me from the yard, but I could see Diego from the living room window. Without thinking too much about it, I took off my underwear and knelt on the sofa facing outward, legs spread.

I brought my hand to my sex and at the first touch I trembled at how good it felt. I lifted my dress to bare my ass and began to touch myself harder and harder, sliding my fingers down until they were wet and then back up to my clit, in slow, rhythmic circles.

My whole focus was that shirtless boy, shining with sweat, pushing the mower in my yard. I fantasized about him coming in and taking me without asking permission. For a couple of minutes I lost myself completely, and in that lapse I stopped watching the other two.

***

Tomás had taken a bag to the back of the house, looking for a big bin that was back there somewhere. He made not the slightest noise, and when he passed by the back door he ran into the best show of his life: his teacher kneeling there, ass on display, masturbating in front of the window.

He froze, holding his breath, watching me through the mosquito screen. Like anyone would, he wanted to share his discovery, so he signaled Andrés. When Andrés arrived, Tomás whispered for him not to make a sound.

Andrés nearly fell over backward. The two of them silently enjoyed the scene, watching my fingers move frantically, while I suspected nothing. In a burst of boldness, they started taking off their clothes right there and came into the house. The mower’s noise covered the squeak of the door, and I, lost in Diego’s back, didn’t notice the gift I was giving them.

They knelt behind me and touched themselves while looking at me up close, in detail. When Tomás quickened the pace, his heavy breathing pulled me out of my trance. I spun around sharply and screamed when I saw them there, naked.

—What are you doing in here?!

—Oh, teacher, you’re so hot. Let me kiss you down there —Tomás said, not a trace of shame in him.

—No! Get out of here!

But when it became clear the refusal wasn’t going anywhere, Tomás gently lowered himself onto my back while Andrés stroked my ass with eager hands. A shiver ran through me when I felt Andrés’s tongue sink into my sex. After so many months alone, pleasure hit me like a wave and left me defenseless.

I stayed still. I stopped struggling and surrendered to that reckless tongue.

Tomás took the chance to pull my dress down and free my breasts. He found a nipple and latched onto it as if his life depended on it. The sensation was delicious and dangerous in equal measure: I knew I’d lose everything if anyone found out, and that threat turned me on even more.

I started moaning uncontrollably. I slid my hand down to Tomás’s sex and stroked him slowly while he devoured my chest. He trembled with pleasure under my fingers, and I’d swear it was the first time a woman had touched him like that.

—Lie down on the couch, teacher —Andrés asked.

I obeyed without resistance. I lay down on my back and spread my legs as much as I could myself. He took a few seconds to look at me, exposed in front of him, and then lowered his head again to keep licking me.

I shifted Tomás so his erection was near my face. I smelled him and got even hotter. I opened my mouth and took him in completely, feeling his weight on my tongue, while Andrés kept working between my legs.

—Oh, teacher, you do that so well —Tomás gasped.

Deep down I knew I was doing something insane, and part of me looked for a way to stop it all. But the body rules, and mine had spent two years asking for exactly this.

When I finally pushed Tomás away to catch my breath, I propped myself on my elbows and saw Andrés getting into position to enter me. I didn’t move a single muscle. I waited.

With one thrust he went all the way in. The pleasure was so sudden it ripped a first orgasm out of me in a single long, trembling wave. Andrés sought out my breasts with his mouth as he fucked me, and Tomás latched onto the other side. I moaned like never before, astonished at how good those boys felt, the same ones I had been scolding in the classroom just hours earlier.

—Tomás, give me that in my mouth —I asked, surprised by my own voice.

—Gladly, teacher.

I took him back between my lips, alternating, wrapping my arms around his hips to pull him closer to me. Andrés, meanwhile, never let up.

—You really like it, huh, teacher? —Tomás said.

—I love it —I admitted, the mask gone now—. And you taste really, really good.

—Teacher, will you let me do it from behind? —Andrés asked, almost shy—. I’ve been imagining it for years.

—So you’ve wanted me for a while, huh? —I answered, amused.

—A lot. Even Teacher Esteban used to say you must like it, and damn if he wasn’t right.

Far from bothering me, the comment turned me on. I stood up and thought of something better.

—Tomás, sit on the couch. I’m going to get on top.

I lowered myself onto him, taking him all the way, while Andrés spit on his hand and sought out my other entrance. When I felt him push in slowly from behind, the two sensations at once tore a second orgasm out of me. I moaned so loud I was afraid the neighbors would hear, but even that didn’t stop me.

—Teacher, I can’t hold on anymore —Tomás warned.

I lifted myself in time, took him in my hand, and finished pleasing him with my mouth, taking all of him. It had been so long since I’d tasted a man that the flavor felt like pure bliss. Andrés, seeing me like that, lost control and pushed with everything until he emptied himself too, his legs trembling.

I could barely hold myself up. I was exhausted and satisfied in a way I no longer remembered.

***

The mower had stopped a while ago. When I lifted my eyes, I saw Diego in the doorway, frozen by the scene.

—No way, you guys fucked the teacher? —he said, half disbelieving, half turned on.

—And she loved it —Tomás replied.

I only nodded with a tired smile.

—Move over —Diego ordered, already taking off what little clothing he had left.

The idea of being taken by that strong, handsome boy filled me with a new kind of tingling. When I saw him fully naked, I went speechless: he was much bigger than I’d expected.

—Not here, teacher. You deserve a proper bed —he said.

I stood up and almost ran to the bedroom. I fell onto the bed and opened my legs to receive him. He positioned himself over me and pushed without fear, slowly, taking ground centimeter by centimeter until I felt he couldn’t fit any more, though I knew he still had room to go.

—Do you like it, teacher?

I nodded, unable to catch my breath.

He began to fuck me with a firm, deep rhythm. I couldn’t keep my legs raised; I simply surrendered to him. Before a minute had passed, another orgasm shook me from head to toe, trembling and moaning without restraint.

—You cum so hot, teacher. Now face down.

He pulled out for a moment and my body immediately missed that absence. I lay on my stomach, he got back on top, and he entered me again. It was wonderful; I came again and again until I had no strength left, broken against the sheets.

—Teacher, let me finish on that pretty face, okay?

I could barely speak anymore. I only smiled, and that was enough. He fucked harder and, just in time, positioned himself in front of my face to finish on me. I opened my mouth to taste him, and the shameless bastard smeared the rest across my face and hair, making a mess of me that, at that moment, I didn’t care about in the least.

We let half an hour pass in silence. The three of them still couldn’t believe what had happened; it was obvious they had never experienced anything like it.

I got up and stepped into the shower. They didn’t take long to appear, watching me from the bathroom doorway with a knowing smile.

—Teacher, bend down a little —Diego asked.

I did it without knowing what they planned, but by then anything they came up with would be welcome. I let myself be wrapped in the warm water and in the certainty that, on that exam afternoon, I had fulfilled the most forbidden fantasy of my life, and the most mine.