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I didn't know what to say, so I didn't say a word. The camp managers were calling Lights Out, so I closed the door behind me. I shut off the lights, but I lit some candles I had brought to read (or masturbate) by. The boys still hadn't moved, and I knew they were wondering what my next move was going to be.
I found the lotion in my duffel bag, and purposely made a show out of massaging it into each of my legs. Then I started rubbing it into my arms before I finally looked at them.
"Boys, it's perfectly natural to experiment. And it's none of my business normally, but right now we're in a really delicate situation. The other counselor's wanted to send you, Bobby, home and the only reason they didn't was because I promised to keep an eye on you. So if you boys want to sneak off to... fool around, go ahead. But make sure I know where you are, so I can come find you if you need to."
The boys swallowed in unison. Bobby nodded his head.
"I'd give you boys some privacy to finish up, but now that it's after Lights Out I can't. But you shouldn't be ashamed if you need to get some relief. I know from experience what the libido of a young man is like."
I turned around and smeared the lotion on my neck and upper torso. I heard the tell-tale sign of sheets rustling begin again, and I smiled to myself. And then I let my towel fall to the floor and exposed my naked backside to them.
I turned my head and asked, "You boys don't mind if I finish lotioning up, do you?"
Both boys shook their heads, so I climbed up onto my bed to be eye-level with them and, with my legs crossed, began massaging the lotion into my breasts for them. They started going at it faster, their eyes glued to me. I finished with my breasts and worked my hands down my abdomen, back down to my thighs.
I heard one of the boys gasp as I spread my legs and began working my inner thighs - I was sure that neither of the boys had ever seen the female sex before, and I was proud that mine would be their first. I kneaded my fingers into my inner thighs, working closer to my hungry, aching pussy.
"You know boys, you should try doing that with lotion. It would feel much better."
They were both staring at the folds between my legs, and Bobby didn't even look up to ask "Do you think so?"
I laughed, as deep and as sexy as I could. "I know so. Do you think you two invented the handjob?"
They stopped then, and both looked me in the eyes to see if I was serious.
"You don't believe me?" I arched an eyebrow, trying to look seductive. I rubbed a generous amount of lotion between my hands and jumped back off my bed, crossing over and allowing their shins to touch my sensitive breasts." Let me show you"
With that I reached under the sheets with both hands, and grabbed both of their tools. They were much hotter, and much harder than I expected. I gave a few slow stroked up and down to lather their cocks with the bulk of the cool lotion, than reached down to play with their balls a little.
"You're right Ms. Langley," Josh rasped, his eyes closed. "That's much better."
"Make some room you two," I said, and I jumped up into the bed between the two of them. I had each of them put an arm around me, than continued my massage of their stone-hard dicks.
Bobby had his face buried in my hair, inhaling the smell of my shampoo. Josh was rubbing his face into my neck, kissing me so gently that at first I thought his lips were just brushing me. I started to pump faster.
"You know, you boys can touch me too."
That was all they needed to hear, as young hands began caressing their way from my thighs to my ribs, and then back. Soon they were greedily squeezing at my tits... Bobby was nibbling on one ear while Josh sucked on my collarbone.
"I thought it was really hot," I whispered, "when you were fucking Josh and pretending it was me." They both snickered a little. "But as flattering as that is, Josh is so hot that you shouldn't have to pretend he's anybody."
"You really think so?" asked Josh.
I gave him a sharp squeeze, and continued stroking. "What do you think, stud?" I smiled.
Josh was still cupping one of my breasts, gently pinching a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Bobby, however, was growing more adventurous and was rubbing the patch of pubic hair above my yearning cunt. When I felt a finger toying with the hood of my clit, I spread my legs wider to allow him better access, then tightened my grip on the both of them to let them know I liked what I was getting.
As Bobby's finger started making slow up-and-down motions against the side of my clit, I rolled my head around so that we were cheek-to-cheek and whispered in his ear "Just like that Bobby. But faster."
I stroked faster and Bobby stroked faster. Soon we had a rhythm, with the boys thrusting their hips upwards into my hands. I thought about asking Josh to put his fingers inside of me, but I didn't want to throw off the delicate balance we had found, so I allowed him to continue exploring my breasts. And then Josh and I made eye contact, and he leaned up to kiss me.
I don't know why, but his kiss felt far more taboo than anything else we were doing. But I was a grown woman, jacking off two young men alone in a cabin, and I knew I had crossed the line a long time ago. Finally I returned his kiss, and when he opened his mouth a let my tongue slip inside his mouth and started licking the underside of his tongue. When our kiss broke I turned over to Bobby, who was more than ready to get the same.
The ecstasy was growing within me again. I started panting, and broke my kiss with Bobby to stay "Don't stop... Just like that... I'm going to come!"
"Me two," whispered Bobby, squeezing his eyes shut.
"Me..." was all Josh could get out before I felt the hot jet of his come splash across my tits. His orgasm set off a chain reaction, and soon Bobby's semen was firing across my abs. The feel of it, two boys reaching bliss because of MY hands, was enough to send me into a crescendo of pleasure-induced screams. My orgasm hit me like a freight train. I shouted one last, long time, as my orgasm peaked - the boys still desperately sucking on either side of my necks, still dousing me with pump after pump of come.
When everything settled we were all panting heavily, trying to catch our breaths. The orgasm finished, my head cleared and I realized I was a teacher who just masturbated two of her student to orgasm. I felt shame, disgust, lust, and pride all at once.
I didn't dare open my eyes to look at either of them. "Let's get cleaned up, guys. We'll talk about this more in the morning."
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