Date: Sat, 21 Apr 2018 16:17:36 +0930
From: Amanda Stern <astern50@gmail.com>
Subject: Double Trouble - Chapter 3 (Bi)

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The first message arrived halfway through the social studies lesson, while
the students were busy writing up some notes. I felt the buzz in my pocket,
but ignored it, as I usually did. I made it a rule not to check my phone in
class unless there was a series of calls, indicating that someone was
really keen on reaching me.

A couple of minutes later, however, my eyes found Megan, as they so often
did. The young girl with whom I was besotted was looking my way, a smile
playing on her beautiful face. Unusually for her, she was sitting in the
centre of the front row, rather than the spot further back that she
normally favoured. Her clear green eyes met mine and then flicked downwards
to my pocket. When I frowned in response, she gave a slight inclination of
her head in the same direction, then looked back down at the paper in front
of her.

As surreptitiously as I could, I eased the phone out of my pocket and
checked the message. It said: "Now would be a good time to drop your pen on
the floor, Mr S". That suggested it came from a student, because nobody
else I knew called me that. But I didn't recognise the number. And it was
hard to see how Megan could have sent it. Students were prohibited from
bringing their phones into the classroom and as teachers we were instructed
to police that strictly. It would have been difficult to her to use one and
not have me see it.

More importantly though, what the hell was the point of dropping my pen? I
glanced at Megan again, but she still had her head down. Oh well, only one
way to find out. I made to stand up, as if preparing to walk round the
classroom, and brushed my pen with the sleeve of my jacket. It hit the
floor with a clatter. All over the room, eyes turned to me. "Sorry", I
said. "Keep working." Megan's head was still down, but I could see she now
had a broad grin.

I reached down to get the pen, but deliberately fumbled it so that it went
further under my desk. As I got down on my knees to reach it, I heard a
gentle tapping. It was Megan's foot.

>From my vantage point, I could see her lower body. My gaze travelled
upwards, from the black patent leather flats, past the long white socks to
the golden skin above. As I watched, she opened her graceful legs. The blue
plaid skirt, the shortness of which pushed the boundary of the uniform
rules, rode up her thighs. It was all I could do not to gasp as I realised
she was not wearing any panties ...

There in full view for me, but nobody else, was the sweet young pussy I had
been fantasising about for months -- and which I had seen and touched three
weeks ago on that incredible visit to Megan's house. On that occasion I
hadn't been able to explore it to anything like the extent I would have
wanted, given her parents' untimely return from dinner. I'd been able to
penetrate it only with my finger, when there was so much more that I wanted
to do.

I had thought the opportunity might arise the following week, after she
arranged a meeting at my apartment. But it was not Megan who turned up, but
her equally sexy twin. I had thought at our first meeting that Max was her
sister, given their habit of wearing not just identical clothes, but the
same makeup. But even after discovering his true gender, I had been
powerless to prevent him from seducing me as effortlessly as his sibling.

I had thought myself to be strictly heterosexual. But Max had all the
things that attracted me to his sister -- the slim body, the golden tan, the
green eyes and flaxen hair, the knowing smile. And to my astonishment, the
fact that he had a cock turned out to make no difference to how I felt. Did
that make me gay, or at least bisexual? I wasn't sure. But in between
fucking his tight ass and twice filling it with my spunk, I had needed no
persuading to pull him off as we exchanged passionate kisses.

When Max left that evening to go home he had warned me that it might be a
while before I heard from them again, as they wanted to "plan something
special". The last fortnight had passed with agonising slowness. While
Megan had been as friendly as always in class, it had been strictly within
the normal bounds of teacher-student interactions.

I knew of course that I should leave it at that. If my dealings with her
were exposed, I would not just be out of a job, but in jail. But my common
sense had long been thrown out the window. I just wanted more. More of both
the twins, but especially her.

And now, it seemed, Megan had started the next phase. I gazed in reverence
at the dark slit nestled between her legs. As with her brother the last
time had seen him, she had plainly taken a razor to the small tuft of
public hair that I had previously seen. The skin around her gash was
entirely smooth. My cock throbbed as I drank in the sight.

I heard a cough and realised it had come from Megan. She closed her legs,
clearly warning me that I had spent long enough under the desk. As I
scrambled back into my seat, I was thankful that the desk hid the large
bulge in my pants.

The second message arrived a few minutes later. This time I looked at it
right away. It showed the partially obscured face of a girl with her mouth
clamped around the head of a cock. I was certain the girl was Megan and
pretty sure the male organ belonged to her brother. This should have
shocked me, but it had already become clear that the twins had an
incestuous relationship. The caption to the photo read: "Don't you wish I
was under your desk right now?"

I glanced at Megan and gave an imperceptible nod. Her response was to wet
one finger and slip that hand under her desk. Surely she wasn't going to
masturbate in class? Her grin seemed to make it clear that she was only
joking. But even so, I was so hard now that it hurt.

Message number three made my eyes widen in disbelief. "When I drop my pen,
I want to see your cock." Shit! Surely she couldn't be serious? There was
no way I could comply, not in a classroom full of schoolgirls. And how was
she even sending me these messages? I had my eyes on her virtually the
whole time now, and I could swear she hadn't touched any device.

When I looked at her this time, the smile had gone. She gave me an intent
look, then tilted her chin up slightly, eyebrows raised. It was a
challenge. And somehow I knew that if I didn't pass it, I couldn't expect
to get any further with her.

I closed my eyes for a second, drew a deep breath and then gave the
slightest of nods. My eyes scanned the classroom to ensure that nobody else
was looking my way, as I stealthily lowered one hand to my lap. Working
slowly and quietly, I eased down my zip. Now for the hard part. Pretending
to shift in my seat, I used both the movement and the squeak of the chair
legs on the wooden floor as cover to pull out my manhood. It was so stiff
that it was a struggle to get out, but I managed to wrench it free.

At the sound of the chair, one or two of the other girls briefly looked my
way, then returned to their work. I waited a few seconds, then gave Megan a
second nod. A few seconds later her pen clattered on the floor.

When she returned to her seat, she waited once again for others to look
away, then ran her tongue slowly and lasciviously round her lips. She
looked like the cat who'd got the cream. It took me at least ten minutes of
surreptitious effort to get my rock hard shaft back into my jocks, while
fretting that some other student might look under the desk or require me to
go to their assistance.

Not long before the lunch bell rang, there was a fourth and final message:
"See you in the staff toilet". Once again, my eyes went straight to
Megan's. She looked at me mischievously and raised her pen to her mouth.
Her lips closed around the writing instrument and she delicately sucked on
it a couple of times, arching her eyebrows quizzically.

This was it, I knew. The time to take a stand. To be professional and
strong and turn my back on this nonsense. To say no to what if could see
was going to be an escalating series of risky behaviours. There was really
only one decision to make.

Ten minutes later I was standing in the toilet, pretending to wash my hands
and cursing my weakness. Not that this was a bad place to rendezvous, given
that so few staff members at the school were male. Even so ... if someone
came in! How could Megan possibly justify being here?

A few minutes later, I heard her voice outside in the corridor, reciting a
poem that we had been studying. I wrenched open the door, checked that
there was nobody else nearby, and beckoned her inside.

"What on earth are you doing here?" I demanded in a fierce whisper. "Don't
you realise --"

She interrupted me by literally leaping into my arms. I caught her
reflexively and she wrapped her legs round me, kissing me fiercely. "Oh my
god", she whispered. "That was soooo hot! I can't believe you took your
cock out for me! In the classroom! Max is going to owe me big time ..."

"Max?" I queried, stunned by the feel of her body in my arms.

"He bet me you wouldn't do it", she said triumphantly. "But you did -- and
it made me so wet! Here, feel!" She dropped to the floor, then took my hand
and guided it under her skirt. She gasped as my hand found its mark. She
was every bit as moist as she had claimed. But my attention was distracted.
I kept looking at the door, wondering what would happen if someone else
came in.

"In there", Megan indicated, pointing to one of the two cubicles. We went
inside and I quickly shut the door. I had barely locked it before she was
unbuckling my belt and yanking down my pants. When both they and my boxers
were round my ankles, her hand went to my hard, throbbing organ and she
looked up at me, all lust and urgency. "I want you inside me, Mr S."

I wasn't going to argue with her, so desperate was I to have her. But I
wasn't sure how to go about it -- not in a place like this.

Megan sensed my hesitation. "Just pick me up and do me against the wall",
she demanded. Well, that could work. Without further thought I lifted her
skirt then hoisted her up against the side of the cubicle, pinning her to
it and then sliding her down. It took a few goes to get the positioning
right, but finally the tip of my inflamed manhood was nestled between the
lips of her wet pussy.

Holding her there, I brought my mouth down and kissed her hard. Then I
pulled back and looked into her beautiful green eyes, seeing my own want
and need reflected there. And watching them go wide as I lowered her onto
me.

It was a tight fit, even with her juices in full flow. I knew that Max had
fucked her, and some other boys her age. But she had never had a grown man
inside her before, and that made what I was doing all the sweeter. Her hot
young cunt slowly expanded to fit me, just as her brother's beautiful ass
had done, and I savoured every inch of the penetration.

When I was as far inside as I could go, I kissed her again, then asked: "Is
this what you wanted?" Megan stared at me for a second, her expression far
more serious than usual. "Oh god yes", she breathed. "You feel so big ..."

Slowly and carefully I began to thrust up and into her. It took only a few
strokes for her tight passage to loosen, and I began to fuck her with a
will. But as soon as I drove hard into her, the partition wall against
which she was pinned wobbled and gave an alarming groan, drowning out her
moan of appreciation.

I stopped and glanced at the partition, which seemed to be made of plywood,
then at the far more solid looking slab of concrete behind me. My eyes
returned to Megan and we both said at the same time: "The other wall!"

We grinned at one another, as I hoisted her over to the other side of the
cubicle, still impaled on my cock. "Wait a minute", she said, and quickly
unbuttoned her white shirt. The bra underneath had a clip on the front,
something I hadn't seen before. "Very convenient", I murmured, as the cups
fell away to reveal her deliciously tiny tits. "Thought you'd like that",
she said and then moaned as my groping fingers found her nipples and I
began once again to pile myself into her.

I wasn't sure what was more exciting: the fact that I was finally inside
this glorious young schoolgirl, or that I was banging her up against a wall
like some cheap slut. Whatever, it was the hottest thing I'd ever done.

Between the pressure of her tight teen twat on my engorged member and the
feel of her hard little nipples, it took very little time for me to build
to a climax. Perhaps I should have slowed down and extended the experience.
But I was too horny for that -- and so was Megan. She was practically
clawing at my back through my business shirt. Moaning and panting, she
urged me on. The cool control was nowhere to be seen, just the desire to be
fucked hard and fast.

"Oh god", she groaned, "I'm gonna come ..."

"Hold it for me baby", I urged, "just a little longer ..."

"I can't!" She was almost crying. "Can't wait. I'm coming ... ooooohhhhh!"
She shuddered as the orgasm took her, and that was all I needed to take me
over the top as well. A series of convulsive thrusts sent jet after jet of
spunk as far inside her as I could put it, her body jolting with each
impact. Her muted wail of ecstasy was punctuated by what sounded almost
like sobs as I ploughed into her. I was grunting myself, expressing a joy
and release for which there were simply no words.

I sent one last spurt into her and held her fast, my weight pinning her in
place. We stayed there for a moment, as our breathing eased and our moans
subsided. And then we were kissing each other softly and sweetly. As I
lifted her away from the wall, she locked her legs behind my back, holding
herself firmly against me, with my cock still inside her.

Finally, the trembling of my legs told me they were reaching their limit.
As gently as I could, I lifted her up and off me and lowered her to the
ground. She looked up at me wide-eyed and open-mouthed. "Wow", she said,
still trying to regain her breath. Her hand went to her sopping wet cunt
and came up with what must have been a mixture of her own juices and the
bucket load of cum I had deposited there. Lifting it to her mouth, she
licked up what she had gathered. "Wow", she said again, a faint smile
returning to her pretty face.

"I'll second that", I said with a grin. I made to grab some toilet paper to
clean up my cock, but she waved me away. "That's my job", she said. Bending
down and half-squatting in the tight space, she took my steadily deflating
member in her mouth and sucked it clean. It did not stay deflated for very
long. By the time she had cleaned up as much of the cum as had not already
pooled on the floor, I was already hard again.

"My, Mr S", she said with an impudent grin. "One lunchtime fuck not enough
for you?"

"Absolutely not", I said with a smile. "But I think we're going to need to
be a little quieter next time, because --"

I was interrupted by a knock on the door leading from the corridor into the
toilet. There were three raps, quickly followed by another two. Before I
could say or do anything, Megan called out in a clear voice: "Come in!"

My mouth fell open and I stared at the young girl in disbelief, as she
unlocked the cubicle door and went out into the main part of the bathroom.
I scrambled to pull up my pants, jamming the door shut with my other hand.
"Hey", I heard Megan say, then there was silence. Curiosity got the better
of me and I pulled the door open a smidge to peek out.

I was greeted by the sight of the girl I had just fucked sharing a
passionate kiss with another student, As they broke from their embrace and
turned round to face me, I experienced what was becoming a familiar sense
of disconnection. One version of Megan had her shirt open and her bra
hanging open by its shoulder straps. Her miniature tits were streaked with
sweat, her pink lipstick was smudged and cum was dripping to the floor from
underneath her skirt. The other one was fully dressed, navy blazer
included, and with makeup undisturbed.

"What ... what are you doing here Max?" I asked incredulously, emerging
from the cubicle.

The pristine version came towards me and smiled. "Me?" he answered
innocently. "I've just come to join the fun!" His hand was already reaching
for my cock ...


*To be continued*