The Teachers who remembered me part 1 - [M25/F40s/F40s] [threesome] [orgasm denial] [soft femdom] [exhibitionism] [cfnm]

I was travelling back home to see my family after leaving for college 6 years ago, and I was out for a walk in my old hometown. I needed to get away from my folks for a little while. As I walked, a sudden storm came over, and within minutes, I was soaking wet. 

A car was pulling into a driveway just down the way, stepping out was this late 40's woman, stunning red hair, in what looked like a Red dinner dress. She saw me trying to outrun the rain, pulled out an umbrella and came to meet me. 
“You look soaking wet. Please come up to my porch, escape the rain.”
Desperate for some release from the deluge of rain, I followed her. 
Something was familiar about this woman, her voice especially. I couldn't recognise it at first, but I started to feel something I had not felt for a long time, 
As I followed her, the rain started to catch her too, and for a moment, as the water soaked into her dress a little, it conformed to her body, and her immaculate curves, 

As we stepped up onto her porch, and the rain thundered down, she exclaimed, “Wait, I know you, you're Jason, you were in my English class a few years ago”, trying to speak over the deluge.
Still not fully able to recognise her in the rain and especially with the dress forming around her larger ass and breasts, I was unable to completely place her, until this moment when I caught her eyes looking into mine, “Quick, come inside, you can wait out the rain a little if you would like”

She brought me inside out of the rain. As I carefully entered the house, I looked around, racking my brain as to what class she was talking about, then it came to me. Now I recognised her, she was my old English teacher, Miss Forsythe, and to top things off, I remember having a crush on her as the nerdy teenager I was. She put away her umbrella and turned on a light “The bathroom is just over there, we have to get you out of those before you catch a cold” I moved to the bathroom, soaking wet, and she followed close behind. 
“Look, have a shower, and hand me your clothes. I’ll be just in the other room, and I will find you something from my ex to wear”
I had known she had a boyfriend when I was younger, but she never married.
I had always wondered what happened to her, and here she was.
She followed me into the bathroom, which caught me off guard, but before I could say anything, she said, “oh your practically shaking”, and reached for the bottom of my drenched shirt, and pulled it up. She pulled it to her sink and wrenched it out, she said “Quick out of those clothes, we don't want you to get sick” 
I was shaking, and she was right, I went to pull down my pants, and was left in my underwear. As I handed her my pants, standing in my underwear, she smiled a little, 
“And the rest”, she stood there, her hand out expectingly, her eyes forever lingering.
Could this be happening? Could I strip in front of my old English teacher? 

Something about the way she was looking at me, and how she followed me into the bathroom. I found myself more excited than I was expecting, maybe it was remnants of boners long past, but my cock seemed Adamant this was the right time to be erect. 
I was trying to hide it as I took off my underwear but she just gave me a little smile,
As she took all my clothes in her hand, she seemed to look me up and down for a moment, and said, 
“The towel is just there.  I’ll be in the other room if you need me”
She left with my clothes in hand, and I had a cold shower to try and calm down whatever excitement was waking in me.
Miss Forsythe was stunning, and my mind was fighting not to think about her in that dress, letting the cold water wash that away. 

After I finished my shower, I reached for the towel, only to notice it was much too small to wrap around my waist. It was a washcloth at best, maybe enough to cover my cock, as long as I didn't get excited again.
I could hear music coming from another room now, some soothing jazz of some kind. 
I walked to the door, seeing that it had been left slightly ajar, I spoke, trying to get her attention, “Miss Forsythe, are there more towels?”
After a second, I hear her say
“Oh, right, I’ll be there in a moment” 
I stood there, realising that I was going to have to cover up as best I could to be polite. I was just happy I wasn't still erect otherwise, this washcloth wouldn't hide a thing. 

As she approached the bathroom, she began to say, 
“I was just getting out of that dress, I got a little wet helping you in” she rounded the corner wearing a vibrant red lace lingerie set, and immediately I felt the wash cloth starting to fail me, she looked stunning, the red on her pailer skin thr hint of freckles along her body, she stood there holding a rolled towel in her hand, 
She had caught me taking the sight of her in. I noticed her smile as she reached out for the towel, “Dry up, looks like the storm is going to stick around for a bit, you picked a day to go out for a walk”
She stood watching me dry myself, trying to hide my growing erection. 
I tried to play it off sputtering.
“What's it been, 8 years since graduation?” She just smiled a little more as she nodded, standing in the doorway, watching me
I continued, “not how I expected to see you again” 
I averted my eyes, trying not to look at her body as she stood there watching me. My erection was getting out of hand, 

“Quite the chance encounter, isn't it, Jason, although I think you have brought some excitement to my otherwise mundane evening”, Miss Forsythe said, her piercing eyes lingering over me. 

I finished drying myself and went to wrap my towel around my lower half. She stepped further into the bathroom and grabbed the front of the towel before I could fasten it, 

“while we wait for your clothes to dry you can stay here” She pulled in closer as I went to tuck the towel in to hold it “Sadly I don't have anything that would fit your…” she stopped to look at me, I felt her nails run along my waist line, she bit her lip a little, and finished her thought “immaculate form” 

I stood there in shock, as my cock began to throb as if all the Erections of my past from seeing her in class came back at once
“You can stay, as long as you are naked. I want to enjoy my guest's company as I see fit”

In high school, I had a small stutter, especially when I got a little excited, but I thought I had outgrown that years ago, but like my teenage self had come back to haunt me, I stuttered, 
“Miss Forsythe, I…” she smiled and leaned in closer, running her nails down my body,
“You're free to leave now, Naked if you would like, but I think you'll have more fun if you stay”
She then moved past me in the bathroom. Sliding her hand ever so close to my throbbing cock. 
“Well, I'm going to have a shower, you can wait in the living room”, she then ushered me out of the bathroom, and closed the door behind me, 

My mind was racing. Is this real? Am I going to hang out naked with my old English teacher? 
I walked down to the living room, where there was a reading lounge with a cover over it, and an old-fashioned armchair across from it, between them a coffee table.
Along the wall were degrees and shelves of books. What caught my eye was a painting, which was out of place at first. The painting looked like silver blobs on an otherwise blue canvas, but there was something erotic about the painting. As I looked closer. I heard Miss Forsythe come out into the lounge room. 
“I painted that with my body, you remember Mrs Ainsley, the art teacher, we painted that together, well, she painted me”
I turned to see Miss Forsythe in a short silk nightdress, with small, delicate straps and a lace trim. Instinctively, I covered my regrowing erection. And she smiled and walked over. 
She slid her hand along my back and turned me around to face the painting. 
She gently pulled my hands away from my cock and whispered into my ear, 
“I don't want to see you hide yourself anymore. If you do, I'll have to punish you”
Her hand slid down my front from behind, and she grabbed my cock and started to tease,
As I looked down at her hand, I felt my head pulled back up to look at the painting; she had grabbed my hair with her free hand.
“Look at the curves in the painting”, she said, teasing my tip
“Can you see where my nipples are, as they pressed against the canvas?”  she said,d pressing her breasts against my back, only separated by the silk dress. 
Like the horny little schoolboy I once was, I stuttered, Yes,s I… “
Her hand grabbed my hair harder as she started to stroke my cock fast,
“This is how tonight could go, if you say yes to my next question, your cock is mine for the night, you cum only when I tell you to, or you will be punished…” she kept stroking but slowed to tease me, she could tell I was really enjoying it, so she started to toy with my tip again, 
“You do everything I ask you to when I ask, and if you're good, you will be rewarded. Importantly, you do not touch without permission, not me or yourself. If I see your hand on your cock without my say so, you will be reprimanded"
I felt my legs shaking as she continued to tease my cock, 
“If you say yes, you're mine for tonight, if you say yes your my toy” 
She licked my ear as she started to stroke again, using my precum as a little lube, 
“Now you could cum now, and we will end our fun here, or you can hold it, and the night will begin” 
Her other hand grabbed my ass as she finally asked, 
“Are you going to pledge your orgasm to me?” I felt the old teenage me bursting with excitement. I was starting to get close, but I fought it with every part of me
“Are you going to hold it  for when I tell you?”
She said in my ear as she moved faster for a but a moment, 
“Are you going to be a Good boy?”
As if my cock had spoken for me, I stammered out 
“Yes”, and she just stopped, 
Pulled away her hands and moved beside me, watching my cock dribble with precum, 
“That better be only precum!” She said, as she collected a little with her fingernail,
She brought it to her lips and put her finger in her mouth, 
“Let the games begin,”

Au

My cock was raging, I was on the edge, 
And Miss Forsythe was intoxicating, 
She then moved toward her kitchen, 
“Follow me,” she said, 
And without recourse, I did, we went to her kitchen, and she gestured for me to move over to the island counter, its stone top was cold against my bare ass. 
“It's been some time, Jason. Where has life taken you?” she asked, taking some cheese out of the refrigerator.
“I went away to study, got my degree,” I responded, watching her, 
She continued to talk about our old English class, but I was suddenly distracted as she bent down next to me to collect a wine bottle from under the table, 
I could see a glimpse of her breasts down her blouse, and my mind started to wander.
She then asked me something, and I nodded, unaware of what she had asked so casually. 
I snapped back to reality as she said, 
“So you're staying with your parents while you're in town?” 
“Yes”, I responded, trying to break from my stuttering past. 
It was then, like a switch had flicked, her voice changed, more like it was when we looked at her painting, more sultry and with purpose, 
“When was the last time you had been with a woman?” She opened her wine bottle.
I was ashamed to say this; it had been a while, my last girlfriend had cheated on me and in truth, that was why I had come home, but I didn't know if I was ready to talk about it, 
It's as if Miss Forsythe could tell she had hit a nerve, as said in that voice. 
“Jerk off, and tell me”
Confused at first I was reluctant but she just started to pour her glass of wine, 
“Hurry up” 
I reached down to my cock, which was starting to soften at the thought of a serious topic and started to play, 
“It's been 3 months,” I stated, my cock confused. I fumbled it in my hands to get him back to full strength. 
Miss Forsythe could see I was struggling, so she lifted the bottom of her short dress to reveal she wasn't wearing anything else, 
“Speak up jason, a good boy speaks clearly”
My cock was no longer shy at the subject and I opened up
“My girlfriend and I were going different directions, and it was a rough breakup. I needed to get away for a while” 
I stumbled to explain as I was starting to enjoy playing with myself. Miss Forsythe dropped the edge of her dress and took another sip of her wine. As she swallowed, I could feel my heart racing. Then she said 
“Stop” 
Caught off guard, I kept playing a little. She put down her glass and looked at me with a powerful presence, 
“Are you being naughty?” 
I slowed to a stop, and she watched as I pulled my hands away. 
She came closer and ran her fingers over the tip of my cock, I could feel the hope that she was going to tease and edge me more, but she slapped my cock, and said, 
“Naughty boys get punished. I won't be so lenient next time”
She then grabbed my balls with her hand and said 
“What I say, when I say” 
I nodded yes, and she let go.
I had never had a woman slap my cock or grab my balls in such a way, but it awakened something in me, 
I was at war with myself, as suddenly I wanted to be a little naughty to feel it again. 
I felt like I was going insane. Whatever Miss Forsythe was doing to me, whatever it was, I liked it more than I was expecting. 
She then picked up her wine glass and said,
“Cut the cheese into bite-sized pieces for me” 
She moved out of the way and led me to the cheese board. There were about 4 different cheeses there, with a knife, so I started to prepare as she requested. 
“Life seems to throw us all ups and downs, doesn't it, Jason?” 
She sat at the other side of the counter, 
Letting the straps of the dress slip down her shoulder, 
“Tonight was supposed to be date night for me, but my date did not show” 
As she held a wine glass in one hand, I saw her other hand slip down beneath the counter, under her dress. She saw my eyes linger, and she shook her head, “Concentrate on the cheese, Jason, presentation is important!”
I remember her saying something similar in her class…
“Presentation is important" was a common phrase in her class
She started to do something under the counter, but I remained focused on preparing the cheese. 

She seemed to be playing with herself, stopping whenever I looked up to see her. 
“Tell me about your degree,” she asked while I started slicing the Gouda 
I began to explain my degree and even made a casual joke about how I hadn't had as impactful a teacher since her. 
She smiled a little and then let out a slight moan. I stopped to look up as she was clearly enjoying herself, not really listening. 
Then her phone rang, 
It was set on the countertop 
She stopped playing and said
“Come round here now”
I walked around the table to her, seated on the stool, 
“You've been doing good”
She pulled up her fingers from her pussy and put them in my mouth, 
“You deserve to be rewarded a little”, as I tasted her on her fingers, she pushed me down onto my knees and pulled my head into her soaking wet pussy. 
“taste me”
I started to lick and play with her pussy,
The taste of her juices is divine on my tongue,
 The feeling of her labia on my tongue as I moved up to her clit, I heard her pick up the still ringing phone, 
“Mary, how are you?” 
Was she taking the call? I kinda saw it as a challenge as I continued to tease her clit softly with the tip of my tongue.
“The date was a wash… but I found something else to entertain me” 
She grabbed my head with her other hand, pulling me in closer 
“Oh, it's a good one, a real nostalgic joy, and this one has a little skill”
She looked at me as she listened  to the other end, biting her lip a little 
“Well, he's almost done preparing our cheese, so we will see you soon” 
She said, breaking a little between words, 
I faltered for a second, ‘see who soon’ 
Miss Forsythe fumbled a little to hang up the phone moaning, as she seemed  close to completion but she pulled my head away and said
“Your better than I expected Jason, if your a good boy you'll get to taste more soon”
She collected herself as she got up off the stool, moved over to the fridge, and pulled out some olives and strawberries, 
She pulled out a strawberry from the pack, and as I tried to get up, she pushed me back to my knees and rubbed the strawberry along my lips, with her juices on my face,
She then ate it and said, 
“Clean up, you have strawberries to cut”, and she poured another glass of wine as I got up and cleaned my face at her sink, 
“Mary will be here soon, you remember Mrs Ainsley, she will like you” I dried my hands and looked to her, unsure about another of my high school teachers seeing me like this.
I remembered Mrs Ainsley, as the outgoing art teacher, though I never really had her classes. Miss Forsythe unpacked the strawberries and handed me the olive jar to open, 
“When she gets here you will do whatever she says as if she was me, but to cum you must have my permission, is that going to be a problem?” 
I felt all the anxiety hit me at once I stuttered and failed to respond as I twisted open the olive jar. 
Miss Forsythe could see I was unsure she then approached me from behind once again, 
Her hands wrapping around my hips, teasing closer to my cock, 
“If it's too much, and you don't think you will be able to service us both, tell me now, and I will give you release” 
She slid her hand down to my cock, teasing it once again. 
“But if you release now, you won't taste me any more and our fun is over”
She ran her tongue over my neckline, 
“Are you going to give up now, Jason? Do you want release?”
She started to play faster, 
I dropped the lid of the olive jar and shakily put the olive jar down,
I had a decision to make, and I had to make it quickly… 

The war in my mind was raging. 
The anxious little nerd was losing his mind while the now-adult me was trying to remain calm. When would I ever get a chance like this again? 
Miss Forsythe was as beautiful as I remembered, even more so now with such a presence, but could I handle Mrs Ainsley as well? 
As I could feel myself getting closer and my decision about to make itself, I sputtered, 
“No, I can be good” 
Miss Forsythe stopped, pulled her hands back and ran her nails against my back. 
“And you'll serve Mrs Ainsley?” 
She slid her left hand across my ass as she rounded to stand beside me, and turned, resting her ass against the island countertop. 
“But your Orgasm is mine, She said, sliding her hand over the tip of my cock, sampling more of my precum, bringing it to her lips and tasting it. 

She sat there and watched my body as I cut strawberries and put the olives on the dish,
I felt her eyes lingering over me as she watched on, occasionally asking a mundane question, while running a finger along my body, 
As I put everything on the platter, the doorbell rang. It was then that Mrs Forsythe grabbed my cock and pulled me to face her, 
“Now I'm going to go get the door; you best be a good boy and contain yourself” 
She slid her hand down to cup my balls and slowly gripped them. I felt completely at her mercy, and my cock pulsed with excitement, 
“Prepare two glasses of  this wine, and when I call for you, bring them to the lounge”
She walked away, letting her hand slip slowly from my balls to the tip of my cock. 
As she left the room, a small sense of reality and anxiety came rushing in, 

What was I doing? Was I really about to serve 2 of my high school teachers naked? 
But suddenly, where there was once the remnants of my teenage nerdy self, he had now been replaced, with a subservient, committed man wanting to please this intoxicating goddess that was Mrs Forsythe, 
I could not grasp what she had done to me; the part of my mind that was trying to play it cool was now lost in confusion, and I found this new drive to please controlling me. So I stood there, completely naked, a full cheese board and two glasses of wine on the Island countertop, I looked down at my throbbing cock, 
The temptation to play with myself was so strong, I almost did, until I heard the door open and Mrs Ainsley spoke,
“Did I miss any of the fun?” Her voice was just as I remembered, sweet and full of life and spirit. I began to remember what she used to look like and why she was the lust of many of my fellow students. 
“I may have tested this one's oral skills, and he's much better than I expected” 
They laughed a little as I stood there and felt my cock beginning to rest a little as I started to let the seeds of doubt and anxiety soften my cock, what if I could not find myself aroused by Mrs Ainsley, as I had so profoundly by Miss Forsythe, what if I let them down, 
It was then I heard “Oh, I didn't mention, you may recognise this one, it's a bit nostalgic, dare I say?” There was a slight pause, then.
“Jason”, Miss Forsythe said, and I knew that was my cue. I grabbed the glasses and started walking them to the lounge. However, I found myself slowing as I worried they would be disappointed in my soft, anxious cock. like I wasn't presenting well enough.
It was like Miss Forsythe used to say, ‘presentation is everything,’ and I did not feel very presentable,
I rounded the corner to find Miss Forsythe lying on her reading lounge,  and standing next to her, looking over the books was Mrs Ainsley, and my worries slipped away as I saw what she was wearing,
Mrs Ainsley was a dream to behold; she was wearing a leather lingerie set that left her pussy open and her beautiful, supple breasts silhouetted by the leather straps, her nipples only covered by little black covers. As all my worries melted away, my cock began to present proudly and strongly. Mrs Ainsley, seeing me grow at the sight of her, looked me up and down.
“My, the Swan you have become, Jason”, she remembered me, which caught me off guard.
I walked the glasses of wine over to give Mrs Forsythe hers first. As I walked closer to her, she reached out, took her glass and put it down on the coffee table. As I went to turn to give Mrs Ainsley her glass, I felt Miss Forsythe's hand grab my cock, and I halted. Turning  back to her as she controlled my dick like a joystick, 
I felt Mrs Ainsley approach me from behind, one hand grasping my ass, the other slipping along my arm to claim her glass of wine. 
Mrs Forsythe moved us both along to the couch, and she sat so my cock was close to her face. She slowly licked the tip of my rock-hard cock as Miss Ainsley said in my ear, 
“Now, Jason, I do wonder how well you used to pay attention in my classes about appreciating the human form” 
Mrs Ainsley's hand was caressing my back, working upwards from my ass as Miss Forsythe kissed the Tip of my cock softly and said, 
“He was always so attentive in my classes, watching me ever so closely”, she then licked my cock with just the tip of her tongue from my balls to the tip. Taunting me as if she was about to suck my dic,k but stopped as she reached the edge.
“ Really now? I wonder if he ever imagined this happening in your classes,” Miss Ainsley said, as she came around to the armchair, across from Miss Forsythe, sitting with her legs spread exposing her bare pussy, I could see as she slipped a finger down to the lips of her vagina, and played a little. 
As my eyes wandered, I felt the sudden shock of Miss Frosythe grabbing my balls and sucking the tip of my cock. However, when she saw I had turned back to see her, she pulled her mouth back and started to jerk my cock as she turned to face her friend. 
“I feel I was getting away with myself there, Mrs Ainsley”, she picked up her wine glass with one hand, stroking my cock with the other. 
“Maybe you found yourself peckish, Miss Forsythe” Mrs Ainsley smiled as she took the fingers she was using to play with herself and put them in her own mouth.
“Indeed…” Mrs Forsythe turned to me, stroking my cock faster and faster. She looked me in the eyes as she watched me edge closer once again, and then stopped, 
“The cheese, Jason”, in a moment of stupor, stood there, wishing and hoping she had not stopped. 
But as I lingered, Mrs Forsythe grabbed my balls tightly and gave me that demanding look. 
“Are you disobeying me, Jason?” 
I shook my head no, and she let me go, and I raced back to the kitchen to get the cheese, olives and strawberries. 
As I left the Room, I heard Mrs Ainsley,
“You have the best wine nights,” they both laughed, as I reached the cheese board.
I looked at the board and the mess I had made trying to put it together with Mrs Forsythe there, and once again I remembered.
Presentation is key. So I took a moment to, in my own way, tidy up the board and make it as presentable as I could.
As I came back to the room and I rounded the door frame once again, the two seemed to be reminiscing about days past, 
“There he is, " Mrs Ainsley said, putting down her glass
“He made us wait a little”, Mrs Forsythe said, sitting up in her dress, barely holding on by one strap on her shoulder, 
I brought the cheese over to the coffee table and placed it in front of them,
As I did, Mrs Ainsley aggressively grabbed my ass,
“What should we do with a server who makes us wait?” She said, digging her nails into my ass slightly,
“I have an idea,” Miss Forsythe said and released the last strap of her dress to fall, 
Finally, there she was, completely naked.