Date: Fri, 6 Apr 2018 23:28:47 +0930
From: Amanda Stern <astern50@gmail.com>
Subject: Double Trouble - Chapter 2 (Bi)

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The drive back to my house was possibly the most dangerous thing I'd done
in my life. The white water rafting, in the same river that had killed four
tourists the week before? Piece of cake. That crazy trip back from the
tropical island, in a small plane that seemed to go up and down like an
elevator with each gust of wind? A bit nerve wracking, that was all.
Getting drunk enough to take a swing at a bouncer twice my size, while his
even larger colleague looked on? Just a small misunderstanding, easily
sorted - and without any need for craniofacial surgery, mercifully.

But seriously, I nearly died at least four times on the way home from Megan
and Max's place. I was in no fit state to be behind the wheel of a vehicle,
and it was a miracle I made it back alive. Because no matter how good or
safe a driver you are - and I generally tended to be at least one or the
other - it's impossible not to put yourself in danger if you're as
distracted as I was after visiting the twins.

I was shaking when I got out of the car - though whether from exhilaration,
frustration, self-reproach or sheer terror at the near misses I'd just
experienced, I honestly couldn't say.

The self-reproach was obvious enough. I'd gone out there in response to a
message from Megan's mother, only to find that it was my student herself
who'd lured me there, to reveal her crush on me. She'd had no difficulty in
seducing me either. I'd shown all the resilience of wet putty when she took
off her top and showed me her tiny, budding, utterly perfect tits.

As her schoolteacher, I knew of course that it would be utterly
reprehensible for me to fondle, kiss and suckle on those beautiful young
boobs, much less finger her hot wet pussy. But I did all that anyway. I was
already besotted with her, just from staring at her in class. The
temptation to play out my masturbatory fantasies with such a willing
accomplice was simply too great.

And yet my depravity had further depths to plumb. When we were joined by
what I thought was Megan's identical twin sister, my brief protests quickly
died in the face of a chance to get my hands on yet another hot young body.

It did not take long to discover my mistake. Max was certainly dressed and
made up like Megan's sister - but only because the twins always matched
their appearance, and this apparently was a day for looking female. When
Max disrobed, the cock in his pants proclaimed him as Megan's brother. The
girl whose full name I had assumed to be Maxine, or perhaps Mackenzie,
turned out to be a boy called Maximilian.

The revelation was clearly a moment for rediscovering my moral compass.
Except it was no match for the magnetic attraction I felt for Max, even
after his gender was revealed. Learning that I'd been kissing a boy and
letting him suck my cock should have been the ultimate turn-off. Only it
wasn't, to my great surprise. True, Max had the same bewitching green eyes
as his sister. But that still didn't explain my undisturbed interest in his
body, or the thrill of feeling his member stiffen to erection in my grasp
...

Where things might have gone from there, well, who knows. I was just
warming to the task of stroking Max's cock, while also wondering how long I
could restrain myself from blowing my load in Megan's busy mouth, when the
phone rang.

"I'll get it", said Megan cheerfully, casually abandoning a task at which
she seemed way too experienced for any girl of her tender years. While she
strolled across the room, Max and I continued our exploration of each
other's mouths. Megan came back a minute or two later and calmly reported
that her parents, who were supposed to be out at dinner, were on the way
home. Apparently her mother wasn't feeling too well.

"Shit", I exclaimed and pulled myself from Max's clutches. "I bet neither
of them would be feeling too well if they found us like this!" A cold chill
settled on my heart as I wondered what would have happened if one of them
hadn't rung home first to say they were returning ...

However, as I made to pull up my pants, Megan caught my arm. "Hey, not so
fast Mr S! It's gonna take them a good half hour to get home. Seems a shame
to waste that lovely timber of yours ..." Her grin seemed to mix
lasciviousness and innocence so artlessly that I almost came then and
there. "What did you have in mind?" I asked weakly.

"Sit down here", she instructed, pointing to the middle of the couch. Not
for the first time that night, she was effortlessly taking charge. "This is
something we've done with our cousin Jordan." She giggled. "But he's
nowhere near as big as you!"

She sat down on one side of me, then took my hand and guided it between her
legs. Her slit was dripping wet. "You rub my clitty, and with your other
hand you have to give Max a nice wank, okay?"

This sounded a whole lot better than okay, but I didn't stop to say so.
Locating the nub of her clitoris, I began to rub it, prompting her to gasp.
I looked round to see her brother flanking me. Extending my hand, I took
hold of his still rock hard shaft and once again began to slide it up and
down. "So what are you two going to do?" I asked.

This time it was Max who giggled. His voice hadn't yet broken and, combined
with the makeup he was wearing, he still looked and sounded incredibly
girlish. With the one obvious exception, of course ... "Us?" he said
innocently. "We're just going to hold hands, that's all."

As he said this, he and his twin reached out their inside hands and grabbed
my throbbing cock, Megan at the top and Max below. Slowly, but then picking
up speed as they found their rhythm, they began to wank me.

It was utterly incredible. I'd engaged in mutual masturbation before with
the odd girlfriend. But I'd never done it as part of a threesome - and
certainly never with someone else's cock in my hand. The contrast between
the softness and wetness of Megan's juicy young pussy and the hardness of
Max's long, thin organ was intriguing and thrilling. And to have their
small hands working together to pump my engorged shaft was more than a
cherry on the icing, it was a whole cake of its own.

We were all so turned on that we didn't last very long. Megan was the first
to climax, her body shuddering and her free hand coming down to grip my own
and push it hard against her. I drove my finger into her tight hole and
could feel the spasms as her orgasm rushed through her.

I had temporarily stopped stroking Max, but his urgent gasp recalled me to
my task and I began pumping him even harder than before. I looked around
just in time to see gobs of cream erupt from his dick and fountain into the
air, landing with a splash on his hairless chest and belly. It was an
incredible sight - though nothing to match what I saw when I looked down.

Megan was once again kneeling between my legs, using both hands now with
Max distracted by his own orgasm. And she was looking up at me with that
beautiful face and those gorgeous eyes. With a roar that must have rattled
windows in the neighbourhood, I erupted. The jets of spunk shot straight up
in the air, some landing in my groin, the others on Megan's face and hair.

"Oh god Mr S, you came so much!" exclaimed Megan. Then she grinned.
"Although I guess we did as well!" She used her fingers to collect some of
the cum on her cheek before it dropped to the floor, and popped it into her
mouth. "Yum", she said happily. She shuffled over to Max and, not for the
first time that evening, shocked me to the core by grabbing hold of his
steadily softening cock and taking it in her mouth. She used her tongue to
clean first it and then the mess all over his torso. "He tastes different",
she said thoughtfully and jerked her head in my direction. "Go and see."

Obediently, but smiling to show that this was certainly not a chore, Max
took his sister's position between my legs and licked up every drop of my
spillage. As his warm mouth closed once again over my member, I felt it
stiffen back into life. "Yeah", Max paused to say, "I see what you mean,
sis."

When he had finished, he gave my cock one last kiss and then grinned up at
me. "Sorry Mr S, have to wait for another time." He glanced meaningfully at
the clock on the wall.

I hastened to get my pants back up, struggling with my renewed erection.
While I did this, I noticed Megan giving her twin a tender kiss - and I
don't mean the sort you normally expect between brother and sister. There
was no sign of the large quantities of cum that Max and I had produced
either; it all seemed to have been swallowed.

I finally found my voice. "Do I take it that you guys, uh ... ?"

"Oh yes", said Megan, "all the time. When we're not fucking our cousins,
that is ... What part of `we share everything' do you still not get, Mr S?"

There was no good answer to that, so I simply finished getting dressed.
When I had done so, I picked up the bag I had brought, dug out my car keys,
then hesitated. "Um, what do we do now?" I asked. Megan, still naked,
patted me reassuringly on the arm. It was crazy. I was her teacher, and
getting on for twice her age. As the "authority figure", I should have been
the one in charge. But the roles were clearly reversed here, and we both
knew it.

"Well", she answered brightly. "You're probably going to go home and have a
nice wank. And we'll do some homework and then probably give each other the
fucking we were hoping to get from you. Right Max?" Her brother nodded
happily and gave her bottom a little fondle.

"And after that?" I asked. "We'll be in touch", said Megan calmly. "You do
want to see us again, yeah?"

"Of course", I said. That was partly true, anyway. The part of me in
question being the one that was besotted now by two twins, not just one,
that adored what we had just done, and that desperately wanted to go
further. There was another part somewhere screaming that I should end this
right now. But that would have been the sensible thing to do, and where's
the fun in that?

I got a goodbye kiss from each of them, and not on the cheek either. Their
lips and tongues had a salty taste that I realised with a thrill was the
residue of either my cum or Max's, or perhaps a mixture of the two.

When I somehow reached home without committing suicide, I'd like to say
that I calmed down. But I really didn't. In fact my mind was still reeling
the following week when I went back to school. I made mistake after
mistake, to the great amusement of my charges, Megan among them. She made
no special effort to get in touch, until I found a piece of paper inside
the workbook she had handed up for marking. It simply said: "Friday, 8pm,
your place. Address?" I glanced at it, had a brief but successful wrestle
with my conscience, then scribbled the information on the paper and put it
back in the workbook.

The next few days went past in in a blur. I was still undecided about my
actions in taking up with these two attractive children, but felt unable to
leave them alone. And I was so excited about what the end of the week might
bring that I was hard almost the whole time.

At the appointed hour, I swung open the door to my apartment, to find Max
outside, dressed this time as a boy, in jeans and a t-shirt. His unruly
hair was tied back in a ponytail. There was no sign of Megan. I let him in,
giving him a quizzical look. "You're on your own", I remarked. Never let an
a opportunity pass to state the bleeding obvious. "I thought you two did
everything together?"

"As a general rule", smiled Max. "But in fact it was Megan's idea for just
me to come."

"Well, okay", I said guardedly, thinking that I would have to get the story
behind that, but perhaps later. I let him in and showed him into the living
room. It was nothing like as opulently furnished as the twins' house, and
of course much smaller, but it was comfortable enough. "Can I get you a
drink?"

'White wine would be great, if you have it?" he answered. "Sure", I said,
heading into the kitchen and returning a couple of minutes later with a
glass of sauvignon blanc. I handed Max his glass and he took a couple of
appreciative sips. I was expecting him to sit down, but instead he remained
standing and asked: "I hope me being here tonight was okay? Not spoiling
any plans, I mean?"

"Oh no", I assured him. In fact I was originally supposed to be going out
to a party with one of the other teachers at the school, an attractive
brunette who was a couple of years older than me. She and I had become
quite good friends, and I'd got the clear impression that she was
interested in taking the relationship to the next level. As indeed I had
been - until the twins came along. As it was, I had cancelled on her
without a second thought.

"That's good to hear", said Max and he clinked his glass against mine. Then
he gave a knowing smile and inquired: "We can take these to the bedroom,
right?"

I blinked. One thing the twins had in common was a way of making me feel
constantly off balance. "Uh, sure", I said, leading him through the
apartment to the main bedroom, which I'd made a point of cleaning and
making tidy before what I had thought would be another three-way.

"Nice", commented Max, though I wasn't quite sure what he was referring to.
He took another sip of his wine, put it down on a bedside cabinet, then
gave me a very direct look. "Okay if I make myself comfortable?"

"Of course", I replied, "but what -" I trailed off as he pulled his t-shirt
over his head and dropped it on the floor. The rest of his clothes quickly
followed. He climbed up on the bed and then arranged himself in a
comfortable pose, head propped up on one elbow. I couldn't help but look
down at his groin, where his long, thin penis lay at rest. The small thatch
of public hair that I had seen on him previously had vanished, presumably
shaved off ahead of this visit.

As I looked back at his face, I found him watching me intently. If he was
bothered by my inspection of his body, there was nothing to show it. "Going
to join me?" he asked softly.

I swallowed hard. There were many things I'd fantasised about doing in this
bedroom, and a few I'd even managed to tick off the list over the last
couple of years that I had lived here. But they had never included making
out with a naked boy. I hesitated, but the look in Max's eyes was just too
compelling to ignore. Those gorgeous green eyes and pretty face, so like
his sister's. They had dominated my thoughts for the last week, even though
this was very far from the situation I was expecting to see them in.

Slowly, I took off my own clothes, then lay down next to Max, turning to
face him. "So what do we do now?" I asked.

He smiled and reached out with his free hand to stroke my arm. "You've
never been with a boy before, have you?" I shivered at his touch and shook
my head. "That's okay", he said, "I haven't been with a man either. With a
grown man, I mean. Only with my cousin Jordan, and a couple of his friends."

"But you ... like girls as well?"

"Oh sure", he said breezily, "but I prefer boys. At least for now anyway."

I frowned. "Well, the thing is Max, you see ..."

"Yes Mr S?" This precocious youth seemed to have all the calmness I was
utterly lacking. It would have been infuriating if I wasn't feeling so
mesmerised. I'd also given up trying to persuade he or his sister to use my
given name of Adam. And only the principal and my fellow teachers called me
Mr Stevens. To Megan, her classmates and it seemed her brother too, I was
only ever Mr S.

Shaking my head to rid it of such distractions, I finished the sentence as
gently as I could: "... I'm just not into boys. Or men. At all."

"Okay."

"Okay? Okay what?"

"Okay, you don't like boys." His preternatural composure was beginning to
freak me out. "Or you think you don't. But you can still like me, right? I
mean the way you kissed me and touched me when we were with Megan ..."

"I do like you, of course I do. But, thing is ... I thought you were a
girl. I mean, you had makeup on!" Even to my own ears, my pleading had a
faintly desperate air to it.

"Yeah, but you kept kissing me, even when you knew I was a boy. You kept
touching me. You made me come. So ..."

His beautiful eyes were boring into me now, and I had the sense I was
slipping down a tunnel. I heard my own voice echo his, as if from a long
way away. "So?"

"So why don't we do it again?" And all of a sudden he had closed the gap
between us, and my arms were going around him, and his delicate mouth was
against mine, and down below I could feel myself stiffening in response ...

The first time we had kissed had been frantic and urgent, but this was slow
and sweet, as I savoured his lips, and let my tongue languidly explore his
mouth. My hands were roaming over his lithe body, so soft and yet with a
firmness beneath. And all the while I was growing and I could feel him
growing as well, our cocks throbbing as they pressed against one another.

After what might have been an hour or two of this, or perhaps just a few
minutes, he disentangled himself and pushed me gently so that I was lying
on my back. For a moment, he just ran his hands through the mat of dark fur
on my chest. "You're so hairy!" he giggled. But then he bent his head down
and I gasped as his lips closed over my nipple and his questing hand
located my erection and began to stroke it.

He teased first one nipple and then the other, nipping lightly with his
teeth and using his tongue to stimulate them in a way I'd never experienced
before. Then he was working his way downwards, kissing and licking ... and
all the while his hand was caressing my manhood, with a touch so delicate
it was exquisite. I had never had a lover touch me like this. How this
young boy could be so skilled was beyond my comprehension.

He was down to my belly now, and his hand was leaving my cock for a moment
to caress my balls. Then I felt him arrive at the base of my shaft and he
began to slowly work his way up my six inches of hard meat. He had pulled
my foreskin back so that the glans was completely exposed, and as he
reached it he ran his tongue all around the rim

"Oh god Max", I groaned. I resisted the temptation to grab his head and
force my cock into his mouth, but only just. He was alternating now between
flicking his tongue over the head, and licking the shaft like a lollipop,
when all I wanted was for him to engulf me with his mouth. At last he did
so, and as his lips closed over my shaft I let out an ecstatic sigh.
"That's it Max, suck me, please suck me!" But my pleas fell on deaf ears,
because after bobbing his head up and down a few times, he had released me
again and reverted to teasing me with his tongue.

"Why won't you suck me?" I couldn't help voicing my complaint, but if he
was irritated by my querulous tone, he didn't show it. Instead he grinned
and said: "Because there's something better. But first of all, Mr S, it's
time you did some of the work. Only fair, right?"

At his urging, we swapped places, and now it was my turn to lavish
attention on his slender body. It didn't have the boobs or the curves that
usually attracted me to a woman. But I was so turned on, that didn't
matter. As I rained kisses on Max's mouth and neck, and licked his tiny
nipples until they were hard, and used my hands to bring his cock to full
hardness, I finally stopped worrying about being in bed with another male.
He was gorgeous and sexy and I wanted him. That's all I needed to know.

Even so, there was still one barrier for me to cross - and Max must have
known it. He had me turn around and then straddle him, so that my bottom
was towards his face. Reaching through my legs, he pulled my cock back and
guided it to his waiting mouth. As he engulfed me, I bent further forward
so that he could take more of it. And there, right in front of me was his
manhood, lying flat and hard against his taut belly.

I hesitated, then lifted it towards my mouth. If there was uncertainty, it
wasn't now about whether to do this. I was totally committed, desperate to
reciprocate the wondrous pleasure his hot mouth was giving me. But I had
never sucked a cock before and I didn't want to disappoint him.

Taking a ragged breath, I gave the head an exploratory lick, as if I were
trying out an ice cream. I felt rather than heard his moan of what I hoped
was approval. As I licked at it again, the shaft twitched and throbbed.
Opening wide, I guided it inside my mouth and then closed my lips. It was
surprisingly easy, though I was conscious of not catching it on my teeth.
For a moment I just held it there, trying to use my tongue to keep lapping
at the head, but then started to slide my mouth up and down. Gradually, I
matched my rhythm with Max's sucking.

I had been in sixty-nine positions before, but of course only with women.
This was something else. The symmetry of taking a cock into my mouth at the
same time as my own was enveloped, of simultaneously registering both
giving and acceptance, took it far beyond anything I'd previously
experienced. Despite my arousal, I felt no need to push the pace, or to
rush towards a climax. We settled into a steady rhythm, each working in
perfect tandem, and there was simply no need to go any faster.

Even so, after a few minutes of this, I could feel a quickening inside me,
and I began without conscious volition to start thrusting with my hips. Max
must have felt it too, because he released the hands that had been stroking
and kneading my buttocks and gave me a little slap. Releasing me from his
mouth, he gasped: "I think I'm ready."

"Ready for what?" I asked as I clambered off him. He smiled at me, his
beautiful face alight with desire. "Ready for you to fuck me", he breathed.
They were the most exciting and compelling six words I had ever heard.

Still lying on his back, he reached sideways for a tube that was lying on
the bedside cabinet next to his wine. He must have put it there before
without me noticing it. Unscrewing it, he squeezed out some clear gel.
"Gonna need a lot of this, I reckon", he said with a wicked grin, gesturing
to my rock-hard member. I watched, fascinated, as he smeared some between
his legs. "Work it in for me, will you?" he asked. His voice was urgent and
demanding.

I shuffled round to get into position between his legs and saw the last of
his hidden treasures as he tilted his hips upward. His puckered asshole
looked tiny. "I won't be able to get in there!" I protested.

"Try a finger first", he suggested. I extended an experimental hand, using
my forefinger to gather up some of the lubricant and rub it around the rim.
Slowly, and as gently as I could, I pushed the finger inside. It went in
far more smoothly than I would have thought possible, disappearing all the
way up to the knuckle, though the muscles clenched my digit. Max moaned in
response and I saw his hard cock twitch.

"Try another one!" he gasped. I wondered why he thought a different finger
might be better - until I realised what he was asking. Withdrawing my
forefinger, I tried again with two digits this time. It took more effort,
but soon they too were buried in his tight passage. As I slid them in and
out and tried to loosen him up, I used my free hand to smear lubricant over
the head of my rampant weapon. Max saw me do it and moaned: "I want it, I
want it sooooo bad! Please Mr S ..."

I needed no further invitation. Withdrawing my fingers and wiping them
unceremoniously on the bed cover, I tried to position the tip of my
engorged member against his anus. But it was a little too low to get the
right angle. "Hang on", I said, and grabbed a pillow. By positioning it
underneath Max, I was able to lift him up enough for me to get more
comfortable access.

It still took a couple of goes and another dollop of lubricant, but
eventually I was able to work the glans inside. His rectum was incredibly
tight, far tighter than any vagina I'd ever penetrated, but eventually I
had widened him enough to get all the way in. Max squealed as I buried
myself inside him. "Are you okay?" I asked anxiously.

"Oh god yes", he breathed. "You're just so big, I've never felt anything
like it before!" I smiled, for perhaps the first time since we'd entered
the bedroom. "Want to feel me some more?" I asked, and without waiting for
an answer, drove into him as far as I could possibly go.

"Aaaaaargh!" he howled, but there was no way I could mistake it for
distress. "Like that! Fuck me just like that!" he demanded. I responded by
thrusting and holding, then repeating the movement over and again, with his
moans of delight punctuating each surge. "Faster!" he cried, and I picked
up the pace, marvelling that I could fit into so tight a passage and loving
the grip it had on my cock.

Max's legs had been splayed in the air to either side of me, but now he
brought them up and hooked his calves over my shoulders. The change of the
angle of my penetration clearly did something, because he was squealing
almost continually now as I pounded his ass. I drank in the sight of the
beautiful young boy beneath me, begging me to fuck him and sobbing with
pleasure, his hands clenched on the headboard behind him, almost as if he
was trying to lever himself up so that I would go even deeper inside him.
He had needed to seduce me into taking him to bed, but now he had become
the perfect receptacle for a desire I could never in my wildest dreams have
imagined.

I was staring into his perfect eyes when they rolled back into his head and
the tone of his cries changed. As if from nowhere, drops of white cream
seemed to magically appear on his face. I gaped at these in disbelief, then
looked down just in time to see the last of what had clearly been several
spurts of cum erupting from his wildly swinging cock. With his pelvis
tilted so far up, and the power of his ejaculation, the first jet had
reached all the way to his nose and chin. But how had he even managed to
come, without either of us touching his cock?

But that was a mystery that was going to have to be left for another time,
because my own climax was rapidly approaching. Still gasping from the
jolting slap of my groin against his backside, Max looked back up at me.
"Fill me up", he managed to say. And so ... I did. No release had ever felt
as sweet, or as powerful. I had somehow managed not to touch myself since
the mutual masturbation at the twins' house. But it was so much more than a
week's worth of spunk that I poured into his ass. It was more like a
lifetime's.

Groaning with ecstasy and astonishment, I lowered my upper body down on
his, my cock still buried deep inside him, then whispered "thank you" and
brought my mouth down once again on his. And as we shared a long,
passionate kiss, all I could think was that I had not just kissed a boy, I
had fucked him - and I couldn't wait to do it again ...