Date: Thu, 24 Jan 2019 10:55:23 +1030
From: Amanda Stern <astern50@gmail.com>
Subject: Double Trouble - Chapter 6 (Bi)

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`So what am I looking at?' I asked.

`It's a bedroom', replied Max. He gave me what he no doubt thought was a
winning smile. And of course it was. Let's face it, I was besotted with
him, and seeing that beautiful young face light up never failed to lift my
spirits. Even so, I still found it in me to inject a note of sarcasm into
my follow up question.

`Yes, gorgeous, I can see that, but whose bedroom is it?'

`It's our cousin Nico's', put in Megan. `And I thought I was the gorgeous
one?' Her smile was every bit as dazzling as her twin brother's.

`You're beautiful, he's gorgeous', I responded. `Or is it the other way
around? I get so confu - Hang on!' I stared at the image which was being
streamed from Megan's laptop onto the tv screen in my apartment. `Do you
mean to tell me that you've put a camera in your cousin's bedroom?'

`Sure', said Megan, unfazed.

`But why?'

`Just watch', said Max. `You'll see.'

I gave him a piercing look, but his innocent expression was giving nothing
away. I looked back at the screen just in time to see a boy enter the
bedroom. `Cousin Nico', murmured Megan. `Okay', I said, and then, as the
boy came closer to the hidden camera, which was clearly of good quality
judging by the high resolution of the image, `Oh wow!'

Nico was stunning. He looked around the same age as the twins and shared
their clear, perfectly even features and flawless complexion. But where the
twins oozed sensuality, there was an innocence to his face that was somehow
just as sexy. It didn't hurt that his dark brown hair was modishly styled
into waves that nearly but not quite concealed the startling green eyes
that he had in common with his cousins.

Some months ago, before I was seduced and ensorcelled by my student Megan
and her equally attractive twin, it would never have occurred to me that I
could possibly find my own sex attractive. Initially, I had thought that my
infatuation with Max was purely because of how much he looked like his sexy
sister, especially with makeup on. Until, that is, I found that I wasn't
just checking out young girls in a way that, as a high school teacher, I'd
been professionally trained to avoid. I was starting to find adolescent
boys hot as well.

And it wasn't just looking. I had developed a taste not just for fucking
Max, but sucking him off. And then, astonishingly, I had allowed the twins'
bigger and well-muscled cousin Jordan to plunge his thin but long cock into
my virgin ass and fill it up with his spunk. And not just the once either.
The second time, even more amazingly, had been while I was enthusiastically
stuffing my own meat into his kinky and voluptuous mother, Sara. Being
penetrated while buried inside someone else had been a revelation - as was
waking up in bed with mother and son after a night of bisexual passion.

So in truth, it wasn't really a surprise that I found Nico so appealing.
Nonetheless, I did my best to conceal the growing lump in my pants and
asked as casually as I could: `He's cute, but so what? Don't tell me you
went to all this trouble just to see him take his clothes off?'

`Oh no', answered Max with a giggle, `we know exactly what he looks like
naked. It's way better than that ...'

`All right', I said, watching intently as Nico stripped off his clothes to
reveal a slender, hairless body that closely resembled Max's, and lay down
on the bed. `He's cute, but - Holy shit!'

For the second time in as many minutes I was rendered speechless. The boy
who walked into Nico's bedroom was clearly surprised to find its occupant
naked - but then laughed and started disrobing himself. He was slightly
taller than Nico, but with blue eyes, bronzed skin and long blonde hair
that fell to his shoulders, surfer-style. It was hard to say who was
prettier.

`That's Nico's friend Troy', explained Megan. `They're very close.'

`I, er, can see that', I murmured as I watched Troy wrench off the last of
his clothes and join his friend on the bed, where they fell into a
passionate embrace. `Do you two include both of them in your little games?'

`Only Nico', responded Megan. `But he told us about Troy, and we wanted to
see what they were getting up to.'

I watched, enchanted, as the delicious young boys exchanged kisses and
fondled each other's cocks, which quickly stiffened to erection. Neither of
them were particularly big, but all the same I imagined wrapping my lips
around them - just as, in short order, Troy did to Nico's pipe.

I was making no attempt to hide my arousal now. `Why don't you let me make
you more comfortable, Mr S?' asked Max, and without waiting for my response
started to unbutton my fly. He was dressed in his sister's school uniform,
one of my favourite looks on him - other, of course, than when he was naked
and underneath me. Despite the hotness of the action on the screen I
couldn't help watching him ease my engorged dick out of my pants and start
applying his lipstick-covered mouth to its swollen head.

By the time I looked back at the screen, the boys had swapped places, and
it was now the brunette's turn to suck greedily on his blonde buddy's
manhood.

`So who do you think is gonna fuck who first, Mr S?', asked Megan. She was
now fondling my balls, while looking over her shoulder at the video.

`Fuck *whom* first, you mean', I said faintly, as Max took my whole length
into his throat. Ever the teacher ... except of course when it came to
obeying legal and ethical limits in relation to these sexy children and
their relatives. `I'm guessing the blonde will do the dark-haired one?'

But I was wrong. While Nico lay down on his back, Troy lowered himself
until he was impaled on the smaller boy's pole, then began enthusiastically
riding it, his own stiff rod swinging from side to side. The sight was an
incredible one - and there was only one way to honour it. `Max, could you -
?' I gasped.

He seemed to know without any further explanation what I wanted, because he
stepped out of his knickers, and lifted his skirt. After his sister
thoughtfully lubed both his ass and my straining organ, he took up the same
position as Troy in the video we were watching. Not to be left out, Megan
climbed aboard her brother, holding his oscillating dick still enough so
that she could slide it into her wet cunt.

It didn't take Nico long to come inside his friend, though his groans of
release on the recording were drowned out by the symphony of panting,
grunting and moaning that was now filling my apartment. Those noises only
intensified as we watched Troy climb off his partner, flip him over, part
his pert young buttocks, and start pounding him from behind.

Well before Troy's climax arrived, Megan had already come and Max had
followed suit, thrusting upwards into his sister's snatch even while I
penetrated him from below. I was deliberately holding back, savouring both
the passion on the screen and the twins' loud orgasms. But when the blonde
boy arched his back, and I imagined him pouring his hot seed into his
beautiful friend, I could wait no longer. With a roar, I deposited my own
creamy tribute into the sweet welcoming ass of the flaxen-haired child on
top of me.

Trembling from both exertion and the strength of their climaxes, the twins
climbed down and cuddled next to me on the couch, while I made a mental
note to get some special fabric cleaner to get rid of all the stains. We
watched in silence as Nico and Troy cuddled and kissed for a time, until
with a sly smile Troy reached down and started stroking his friend's limp
member back to life.

At that point the recording froze, and I turned to see that Megan had
reached over to the laptop to pause it. `I was watching that!' I complained
rather petulantly, conscious that my organ too was stiffening again.

`You've seen what you needed to see, haven't you Mr S?' she responded
playfully.

`Enough to want to meet them ... and play with them, yeah?' put in her
brother.

`Ye-ess', I conceded warily, looking from one twin to the other. `What are
you two up to?'

`Well', said Megan brightly, `we thought that if you did us a little
favour, we could put you in touch with Nico and ask him to set up a
threesome with Troy.'

`He usually does what we ask', said Max a little smugly.

`But why don't you two want to be involved yourselves?' I asked. `And what,
pray, is the favour?' If I knew anything at all by now about the twins, it
was that the favour would be far from `little'.

`We've already had Nico, and to be honest, he and Troy aren't really our
type', said Max. `We prefer bigger boys - and of course men.'

`And women too', put in Megan with a wicked grin. Her first lesbian
experience with her Aunt Sara, a few weeks ago, had plainly confirmed her
own bisexual tendencies. I suspected that since then she may well have
continued her explorations, either with her aunt or someone else.

`And the favour isn't a what', she continued, `it's a who. Tamara.'

`Tamara?' I responded, mystified. `Who's Tamara?'

`She's a girl in my school, the year below me. She's gorgeous, and Max has
had his eye on her for a while. And, um, I've come round to the idea that
we should include her in some of our fun.' She grinned without a hint of
embarrassment at this admission of her new tendencies.

`Okay', I said, `but why do you need me? I'm not her teacher, and you two
don't normally have any problems getting what you want.'

`No', agreed Max, `but we don't have any obvious way to get to her. But we
did overhear her saying how hot she thought you were, when you were at
assembly or helping out at sports day.'

I arched my eyebrows. `Overhear?'

Max smiled. `We may have been snooping at the time', he conceded.

`So let me get this straight', I said. `You want me to seduce this little
hottie and then get you two involved as well, yes? And in return, I get an
introduction to those two?' I pointed at the frozen image on the screen.

`Yep, that's about it', grinned Megan. `Do we have a deal?'

I thought for a moment about saying no. But if the twins threatened me with
exposure, I would have to say yes anyway, given all the damning material
they had on me. And besides, Troy and Nico just looked so appetising! I was
well past the point of no return with my new obsession, so why not keep
enjoying it while it lasted?

Even so, there was an obvious problem, which I quickly voiced. `Fine, I'll
do it. But how do you expect me to get close to a girl who's not in my
class?'

`Easy', replied Megan, with a smug smile that I was beginning to recognise
- the one that indicated that she and her twin were pleased with their own
cleverness. `You're good at soccer, aren't you?'

`Well, yes', I replied, mystified. `I did have some professional trials
when I was younger, but I don't see how that helps?'

`Tamara's in the junior soccer team', explained Max. `You just need to
arrange to coach them. Maybe you can offer her extra lessons or something.'

`But that team's already got a coach', I responded, my puzzled frown
deepening. `It's, um, Mr Atkins, isn't it?'

Megan laughed. `Not for long!' But she wouldn't elaborate, and any
intention I had in challenging her evaporated when she suggested that there
was `time for one more' before she and her brother went home and did their
homework ...

The following day, I was utterly unsurprised when an email came round from
the principal, announcing that Mr Atkins was taking a period of unexpected
leave from his teaching post. No explanation was given, but it seemed
obvious that the twins must have had some role in his absence, even if only
indirectly.

In any event, I was quick to volunteer my services as a replacement coach,
until something more permanent could be arranged. And so, the following
evening saw me staying behind after school and meeting up with my new
charges.

There were some very pretty girls in the group. But I only had eyes for one
of them - and not just because of the task I had been set. Tamara was
fairly tall, but slender. Where some of her peers had well developed
figures, there was little to show that her body had matured. Her reddish
hair was long, and currently tied back in a ponytail. But what really
caught the eye was her radiant smile, which lit up her beautiful face and
her dancing hazel eyes.

Not that I saw much of the smile during the training session. She was the
team's goalkeeper, and although she was clearly very athletic, moving with
what seemed to be a trained dancer's grace, she seemed incredibly nervous,
dropping balls she should have caught and letting in a number of tame
shots. Judging by the glances she kept giving me, and the way she blushed
every time I tried to talk to her, it didn't take a genius to work out
where the problem might lie.

Which of course was perfect for my plan. After the session had ended, I
waited for her to emerge from the change rooms and asked if I could have a
quiet word. `Sure', she answered, looking anything but.

I gave her what I hoped was a reassuring smile. `I was just thinking,
Tamara, you looked like you were having some problems today. I'm wondering
if it's just some positioning issues. If you like, I'd be happy to take you
through some drills, see if we can't fix things. You know, sort of a
private coaching session? Maybe if you're free after classes tomorrow?'

`Oh wow!' she said, looking both taken aback and - or was I imagining it? -
just a little bit excited. `Thanks so much Mr S!' But then she frowned. `Oh
wait, can't do it tomorrow, I promised Ms Mansoor that I'd help her get
some materials together for class.'

`Oh, right', I said, trying hard not to make my disappointment too obvious.

`But I could make it the day after ... if that's okay with you, of course?'
My heart lifted at the hopeful expression on her lovely face, and I quickly
agreed.

I spent the next forty-eight hours doing my best to concentrate on my
teaching duties. It was difficult, because almost every minute I wasn't
thinking about stripping Tamara's school uniform from her willowy frame, I
was imagining myself in bed with Nico and Troy. Eventually, however, the
appointed hour arrived, and I headed over to the playing fields to meet
Tamara.

But there was no sign of her. Instead, one of her classmates turned up. `Hi
Mr S', she called cheerfully. It seemed that there was not a single student
in the school who would use my full name. `Message from Ms Mansoor, she
said to tell you she's sorry, but Tamara's tied up and can't make the
training session.'

I stifled the curse that very nearly escaped my lips, and thanked the
messenger. As she headed for the gate, I pondered on the ill fortune of
being baulked twice in two days by Zoe Mansoor. There was a certain irony
there, of course. It was not all that long ago that the two of us had
seemed on the verge of a relationship.

A petite brunette with coffee-coloured skin and expressive, almond-shaped
eyes, she had been showing interest in me for some time before I asked her
out for a drink. But that turned out to be the night that Max had come
round to see me and introduced me to the joy of sex with a boy. I had
cancelled my date with Zoe without a moment's hesitation and barely given
her a thought since, despite her vain attempts to reschedule.

Still, I could hope that this was just a temporary setback in my quest to
be alone with Tamara. Except ... it turned out not to be. For the next
fortnight, no matter how hard I tried, I could never seem to find a time
when she was free. And more often than not, the problem seemed to be
something to do with Zoe.

Finally, in desperation, I took myself off on a Saturday morning to a cafe
where, according to some chatter I'd heard on the training pitch, the girls
from Tamara's year were often to be found. I had to drop by several times,
but eventually, to my delight, I saw Tamara sitting at a table - and she
was on her own.

`Hi Tamara', I said as casually as I could, resting my hands on the table.
`Oh, hi Mr S, didn't see you there!' she said, looking up from her phone
and blushing as she so often did in my presence. `What are you doing here?'

`Oh I was just walking past, saw you sitting there, and just thought I'd
check that everything -'

`Well, Adam, now this *is* a surprise', said a cultured voice behind me.
Startled, I turned round to find Zoe, carrying two cups of coffee, and
staring at me. Although casually dressed, she was wearing makeup, something
I had never seen her do at school. She held my gaze as she set one of them
down in front of the redhead. `There you go sweetie', she said. Then,
answering my unspoken question, she explained: `Tamara and I have just been
doing a little shopping. For a class project she's helping me with.'

When I didn't respond, she went on. `Quite the coincidence running into you
here, Adam.'

`Indeed', I added, seething inside, but unable to show it. `I'll, er, leave
you to it then.' I straightened up and gave Tamara a wan smile. `I guess
I'll see you at practice next week.' She looked crestfallen, but nodded.
`Bye Zoe', I managed through gritted teeth. My colleague inclined her head,
then sipped her coffee, her face impassive. I was about to walk away, but
something made me pause.

`Hey, Zoe', I said as lightly as I could, `would you mind calling me this
afternoon? There's something I'd like to discuss. You know, work-related.
You've got my number, right?' She looked taken aback, but said: `Yes, of
course. No problem Adam.' With that, I departed. When I looked back, the
teacher and her student were deep in animated conversation.

I wasn't sure that Zoe would keep her promise. Nevertheless, when she
called later that day, I was ready. When she asked in a guarded tone what I
wanted, I simply said: `We need to talk about Tamara. Now.'

There was a long silence, but something in my tone must have persuaded her
not to argue, because she eventually replied: `Fine. Where?' I gave her my
address and hung up.

When she walked into my apartment a little while later, I reflected that
she really was very pretty. It was easy to remember what had first
attracted me to her. I offered her a glass of wine, poured one for myself
as well, and joined her in the lounge.

`Okay', I said, without any preamble, `tell me what's going on between you
and Tamara.' I lifted a hand to stop her speaking and continued: `And don't
say nothing, because you're spending way too much time out of class with
one particular student for it to be nothing, right?'

She glared at me. `You're a fine one to talk. It seems like every day,
Tamara is telling me how wonderful Mr Stevens is, and how you're offering
to give her private coaching lessons. It's almost as if ...'

She trailed off, her eyes widening and her mouth falling open in surprise.
She looked away and said distinctly and emphatically: `Fuck!' It was
startling to hear her utter a profanity, something I had never known her to
do, even in the privacy of the teachers' common room. But before I could
remark on it, she had swung back to me.

`Megan Dale is in your class, isn't she?' .

`Yes, but what about it?' I answered. Even to my own ears, my voice sounded
wobbly and my gut was suddenly churning.

`She's asked you to seduce Tamara, hasn't she?' She was nodding as she said
it, her eyes narrowing, almost as if she were daring me to lie.

I stared at Zoe, thunderstruck. How could she possibly have worked that
out? Unless ... And then the penny dropped.

`Oh my god', I breathed. `She's asked you as well! Which has to mean ...
*you've* *slept with Megan*!'

Zoe blinked, almost as if I'd slapped her. But she gave a curt nod, still
holding my gaze. There was silence for a moment, before she added. `You
too.' It wasn't a question and I didn't bother to contradict her. There was
simply no point.

`That devious little bitch!' I said with feeling. `She had us both
competing to get Tamara for her ... So how long as it been? You and Megan I
mean?'

Zoe coloured slightly, then answered. `Just a few weeks. She was in my
class last year and she sent me an email saying there was something she
urgently needed to see me about. So I went round to her house and ... one
thing led to another.'

`Sounds familiar', I said grimly. `And what about Max?'

`Max?' she answered, with a puzzled look. `Who's Max?'

`Her twin brother? Looks exactly like Megan - they even dress the same.
Sometimes in girl's clothes, sometimes as boys. They're, um, close. Closer
than a brother and sister ought to be, if you get my drift. They do pretty
much everything together, and I do mean everything. Well, usually anyway.'

Zoe looked thunderstruck. `She never mentioned having a brother!' Then she
gave an incredulous laugh. `Hang on, so you mean, you and ... Max?'

It was my turn to blush. `Well, yeah. And before you ask, I'm not usually
into boys. Or at least I wasn't until I met him. Now ... I have to admit I,
ah, swing both ways.'

Zoe gave me the first genuinely warm smile I'd seen since she arrived.
`Yeah, well, me too. I always have, actually.' She paused, as if making up
her mind about something, and then continued. `I have a girlfriend who ...
we don't go out or anything, more like friends with benefits. Or friends
who like the occasional fuck, to be more accurate.'

`But no boyfriend?', I asked, then winced as I realised that this might not
be a good topic to raise. She scowled in response. `No, but I was trying to
do something about that, until someone stood me up.' Then for the second
time that afternoon, I saw realisation dawn, and her expression softened.
`It was Megan, wasn't it? Megan was the reason you didn't go out with me.'

I nodded. `Her and Max, yes. Look, I'm so sorry Zoe, but, well, I think
maybe you have some idea of how hard they are to resist - or one of them at
least. I mean, look at the two of us! We're not just putting our careers at
risk having an affair with a student, she's actually got us planning to get
another one into bed for her! I mean, seriously ...'

Zoe shook her head and gave a rueful laugh. Picking up her glass, she
clinked it against mine. `Here's to the horny idiots', she announced. `The
horny idiots', I echoed and drained my glass. As I grabbed the bottle for a
refill, I looked at her curiously. `So, what does Megan have on you? To
make you do what she asks, I mean?'

She finished her own glass and held it out to me. `Well, there are what
you'd call highly compromising texts. And even without those, she'd only
need to make an accusation and I'd be finished. But ... to be honest, I
simply wanted to make her happy. And Tamara - well, you know, you've seen
her ...'

`I do indeed know', I answered with feeling. `Same story with me. There's
at least one photo of me and the twins, and some texts ... Plus, um ...'

I stopped. Should I tell her about the young boys they'd more or less
promised me as a reward for Tamara? Let's face it, that could be seen as
pretty sick. And it probably was, although I kept clinging to the defence
that everything I'd done was strictly consensual. Still, what would Zoe
think of me if revealed just low I had sunk?

In the end, what persuaded me to be honest was that I was feeling a whole
lot better just talking about this impossible situation I now found myself
in. So I told her the whole story, leaving nothing out - including finding
myself in bed with an incestuous mother and son.

Zoe listened open-mouthed, though she made no comment while I was
confessing my sins. When I was done, she looked at me steadily for a
minute, then chuckled. `Okay, well in the spirit of full disclosure, maybe
I could have mentioned that Megan did promise me a threesome with one of
her prettiest classmates?'

`Hah!' I said, then burst out laughing. `My god, Zoe, we really are a pair,
aren't we?'

`A pair of fools, yeah', she agreed, grinning. She raised her glass and we
chorused: `The horny idiots!'

When our laughter had subsided, I asked: `So I take it you've been to bed
with the lovely Tamara by now? Or you're close at least?'

Zoe shook her head. `Nope - and it's all your fault.' She gave me a dirty
look.

`My fault? How can it be my fault?' I asked, throwing my hands in the air.
`I've been trying to get her on her own, but she's always with you. Even on
a weekend!'

`Yes, well, I've had plenty of time to work on her. But I haven't figured
out a way yet to turn that into anything more than being friendly.'

`Maybe she's just not into other girls', I suggested. `Or women, I mean.'

`No I don't think it's that', said Zoe thoughtfully, cradling her glass.
`I've seen her looking at me sometimes in a way that ... I recognise, you
know? But I wasn't kidding earlier when I said she keeps talking about you.
It's hard to get anywhere with someone, when all they're thinking about is
how much they'd like to go to bed with someone else. Mind you, I knew how
she felt ..' She glanced at me quickly, and then away again. Sipping her
wine, she stared off into the distance.

I would be the first to admit that, while reasonably clever in a bookish
sense, I was not the smartest when it came to reading signals from other
people. But this one might as well have been up in flashing neon lights.

Putting my glass down, I stood up and walked over to her, then gently
cupped her chin in my hand and turned her lovely face up to look at mine.
`Zoe', I said softly, `perhaps I could make up for that night out we never
had. Only, I was thinking we might stay in ...'

As I saw the answer in those beautiful eyes, and lowered my mouth to hers,
I knew that, just for once, I'd done the right thing ...

Later, as we lay in bed, her face comfortably nestled on my chest, I asked
the obvious question. `So, what are we going to do about Tamara?'

Zoe chuckled. `Well, I don't know about you, but I'm going to spread those
lovely long legs, put my tongue all over her pussy and have her screaming
for mercy ...'

`Not if my cock gets there first, you won't', I laughed. `Seriously though,
I take it we're still going to try and seduce her?'

`Fuck yeah', answered Zoe. I wondered, not for the first time, how
amazingly different this foul-mouthed and unashamedly bisexual woman was
from the prim and proper teacher I had come to know at school. `Though I'm
thinking', she continued, `it might make more sense if we ...'

`Worked together?' I felt rather than saw her nod.

`She trusts me, but it's you she's got the hots for. For now anyway ...'
she finished darkly.

`Okay, so let's figure it out. And then we've got do something about the
twins. We can't let them keep getting away with the stuff they're doing.
It's reckless, and they're putting themselves at risk, as well as us.'

`Agreed', said Zoe. `Also, I don't like being treated like an idiot. Even
if I am one ... But first things first. Let's make a plan for Tamara ...'

In the end, we opted to keep it simple. And so, the following Monday,
taking a leaf out of the twins' playbook, Zoe arranged to meet Tamara after
school, on the pretext that there was `something urgent' she needed to
discuss. After confirming that Tamara could tell her parents that she'd
gone round to a friend's house for dinner, Zoe suggested that it might be
better if they had a word `somewhere more private'.

That turned out to be Zoe's house, which she knew from her conversations
with Tamara about its design that the girl was interested to see. I had
only just viewed it for the first time myself and been very impressed by
how beautifully decorated and furnished it was. As Tamara came through the
front door, she was clearly having the same reaction.

`Oh wow, Ms Man-, I mean, Zoe, this is wonderful! How did you -'

She stopped dead as she saw me rising from the couch. `Mr S!' she gasped,
`wh- what are *you* doing here?'

`It's okay Tamara', said Zoe, ushering the student into the living room and
closing the front door. `This is something that concerns Mr Stevens as
well. You can talk to both him and me in complete confidence. If that's all
right, of course.' She patted an armchair. `You can sit here, dear.'

I admired the skilful way that Zoe seemed to be giving the girl a choice,
while not really asking for her permission and acting as if the decision
had already been made. Tamara gave me a small and nervous smile as she sat
down.

`Mr Stevens and I are going to have some wine, but can we get you a soft
drink?' asked Zoe. `I've got orange juice, lemonade .. or you could have a
glass of water of course.' We'd agreed that we weren't going to ply our
target with alcohol, any more than we would use any kind of coercion. We
wanted to ensure that having sex with us - or just one of us, if that's
what it came to - was as much as possible a free decision. Or as free as it
could be, given teenage hormones.

`Thanks, um, Zoe, lemonade would be good', she replied. `I'll get it', I
offered and jumped to my feet. We'd agreed that it would be better for me
not to be alone with the girl while we were at the critical stage, because
while she clearly fancied me, we didn't as yet have the kind of personal
connection that her own teacher had developed.

`Thanks Mr S', she said, as I returned from the kitchen with the drinks and
joined Zoe on the couch.

`So, Tamara', said Zoe, `this is a very difficult subject to raise, I know.
But we suspect you might have developed what you think are ...
inappropriate feelings. For some of your teachers. To be precise, for Mr
Stevens. And maybe for me as well.'

As the look on Tamara's face changed from nervous to panic-stricken, Zoe
quickly pressed on. `But we wanted to reassure you that we don't see any
problem at all with you having those feelings. Especially because, well, we
have them as well, for you. Which we know is wrong, only, we can't help it.
And sometimes, it's better to confront a problem together, right?' She
looked at me and I took my cue.

`So we know you don't have a lot of experience with ... these kinds of
feelings. You haven't done much more than kiss the occasional boy, right?
That's what I gather you told Zoe?' Tamara nodded shyly. She was acting
like a rabbit caught in the headlights, but she was at least looking
straight at me, which was a positive.

`Well, we thought we'd make it clear that if you want to get, um,* intimate*
with us, we would absolutely love that', I continued. `But we want that
decision to be yours, so we're not going to put any pressure on you to do
anything you really don't want to.'

`However', said Zoe, taking over again, `we also thought we should give you
an idea first of what might be involved, especially as you're so
inexperienced. So we're going to give you a little demonstration. You
probably didn't realise we were already lovers, did you?'

Tamara looked stunned. `You mean, you and Mr S? But I thought you said ...'

`Yes I know dear', interjected Zoe smoothly. `But I only said those things
because, well I was jealous of Adam, and I wanted you to myself. And I
realise now that if we both have feelings for you - which we do - there's
no reason that we can't still be a couple and do something about that.' She
neglected to mention that our total experience as a couple was confined to
spending the best part of the past weekend in bed. But I saw no reason to
correct any misapprehension about that - or of course to mention the
original reason why we had both developed an interest in her. If all this
went well, there would be time later to introduce her to Megan and Max ...

`So listen Tamara', I said, my eyes boring into hers, `you can just sit
there and watch us for a while, okay? If there's anything that makes you
too uncomfortable, you're free to leave at any stage. But we hope that you
won't, obviously.' I gave her an encouraging smile, and was delighted to
get one back, even if it was distinctly uncertain. She nodded to show her
understanding. Importantly, she showed no sign of wanting to go.

`All right', said Zoe, `we'll begin with some kissing. Now sometimes you're
both really feeling turned on, and the kissing can be quite passionate. But
we're going to start today nice and easy. Like this.' She turned her head
to mine and we gently locked lips. The next few minutes were very
pleasurable. With all the sex we'd had over the past couple of days, we
hadn't actually bothered with much foreplay, so it was lovely just to
explore my new lover's mouth and feel her tongue against mine. Out of the
corner of my eye I could see Tamara leaning forward to get a closer look.

`This is a good time', said Zoe, briefly lifting her lips from mine, `to
start exploring each other's body - especially the parts that are most
sensitive.' We resumed kissing, but now our hands were starting to roam
over each other's body and under our respective clothing. I gave a gasp as
Zoe's hand found the bulge in my groin, and then started to unbuckle my
pants. I returned the favour by unbuttoning her blouse and snaking my hand
inside to fondle her firm, C-cup breasts.

`Let's get some clothes off, shall we?' I murmured. As we disrobed, I heard
a soft noise from Tamara as Zoe unclipped her bra, then a gasp as I pulled
down my jocks to reveal my erect cock. Getting it on with Zoe was exciting
enough, but doing it in front of a lovely young schoolgirl added massively
to my arousal.

We sat down again beside one another. `They're beautiful, aren't they?' I
said to Tamara, then bent my head to start licking and suckling on Zoe's
lovely boobs. `It certainly is', responded my partner, as she began to
stroke my shaft. Noticing that Tamara's hand had strayed down between her
legs, Zoe added: `Feel free to touch yourself, dear.' Turning my head
sideways as I worked on Zoe's stiff nipples, I could see Tamara lifting her
school skirt and putting her hand insider her white cotton panties.

After a pleasurable interlude, Zoe announced that it was time to show
Tamara some oral sex. I insisted on going first, so before too long I was
on my knees and using my tongue on Zoe's slit. But she was clearly very
turned on, and stopped me after only a few minutes, explaining that she was
`too close'. I glanced back quickly at Tamara, who was watching
open-mouthed and gently rubbing herself. I arched my eyebrows at Zoe, and
she nodded.

`Tamara', I called, `would you like to come and try this?' She gave me a
stricken look, then directed a mute appeal to Zoe. `It's all right honey,
there's nothing to be afraid of! And I would really, really like it if you
could ...'

For a moment, the young redhead stayed where she was, as if frozen in
place. And then, almost as if she was moving without conscious volition,
she got to her feet and took the few short paces needed to join us. I
gestured for her to kneel down next to me, then took her unresisting hand
and guided it to Zoe's inviting cunt. `There', I said, `just touch it a bit
and get the feel, it's not so different to your own, I imagine.'

Zoe shivered as her student's fingertips gently explored the contours of
her pussy, moaning as they slipped over the hard nub of her clitoris. `Oh
wow!' breathed Tamara, `it's so warm and wet ...'

`Well, that's because Zoe is really turned on. And I imagine she'll be even
more turned on if you stick a finger or two inside her - what do you
reckon?' Tamara did as I suggested and was rewarded with further moans.
After she had played with her teacher's gash for a little while, I
suggested she use her tongue instead. Tamara seemed to have overcome any
hesitation now, and dutifully brought her mouth to bear. Zoe cooed in
ecstasy at her touch.

`Oh god yes, Tamara, that's it, lick me', panted Zoe, `oooohhh, yes, right
there, right there. Lick my clit honey, keep licking it, keep going ... oh
god yes, that's it, that's perfect, oh your mouth is so beautiful ... Keep
going, keep going ...'

The sight of the young beauty's tongue lapping at my new girlfriend's juicy
cunt had me so hard that I didn't dare touch myself, for fear of exploding.
So keeping my erection out of the way, I instead busied myself with licking
and caressing Zoe's tits. As I had suspected, the extra stimulation,
combined with Tamara's enthusiastic if unskilled tonguework, quickly sent
her over the edge.

Spasms ran through the brunette's body as she bucked and twisted, screaming
with joy as her orgasm coursed through her. Tamara might well have pulled
back in shock, but Zoe grabbed the young girl's head with two hands and
held it in place, grinding her pussy against the mouth that had so quickly
- along with mine - brought her to the boil.

When she finally freed Tamara, the young girl's face was shining with
wonder. `I made you come!' she exclaimed. `I could feel it, it was all
shivery, and there this was liquid that tastes a bit of funny ...'

`You did indeed, gorgeous', said Zoe, still breathing heavily. `Now come
and give me a kiss.' Tamara changed her position so that she was straddling
Zoe and brought her mouth down on the older woman. `Mmmm', said Zoe
appreciatively, `I can taste myself!'

I gave the two of them a few moments more to enjoy what they were doing,
then gently lifted and turned Tamara until she was facing me. She looked at
me expectantly for a moment, her hazel eyes shining, and that trademark
smile creeping across her face. And then we were kissing, hard and
furiously, and I was thrusting my tongue into her willing mouth. As I did
so, I ran my hands over her body, feeling the firm young flesh through her
uniform.

`My goodness, you two really do have the hots for one another, don't you?'
commented Zoe drily. `Tamara darling, I think you'd better take your
clothes off before Mr Stevens rips them to shreds!'

With an effort, I disengaged my mouth from the young girl's and said:
`She's right you know.' Tamara giggled, and got to her feet. But as she
began to unbutton her crisp white blouse, she paused, and the smile faded.
`What's wrong sweetie?', I asked.

`I don't know ... if you'll like my body', she said in a fearful tone. `I
mean, I'm not beautiful like Ms Man- ... like Zoe.'

`No', I said, gently putting her hands down and then starting to undo the
buttons myself, `no, you're not. You're beautiful in a totally different
way.'

`That's right', agreed Zoe, unzipping the girl's skirt and sliding it down
her legs, then pulling down her panties as well, I removed her blouse and
unclipped her training bra, leaving her in her white socks and nothing
else. Zoe moved round to the front and we both took in the sight in front
of us.

`Oh my', I breathed. Tamara naked - or as good as - was every bit as
spectacular as I could have imagined. Her chest was amazingly flat, with
only the faintest hint of breasts. Where Megan's were tiny, but beautifully
formed, these were barely there. But that didn't matter - partly no doubt
because with my growing appetite for boys, a flat chest was no longer a
turn-off, but more so because the rest of her body was so beautifully
toned. She was slender, but not skinny, powerful without any bulging
muscles.

Zoe and I looked at another and laughed out of sheer delight. Then before
Tamara could misinterpret our response, we were savouring her body, raining
kisses on it and caressing every inch. After a few seconds, Zoe dropped to
her knees and concentrated on her bottom half, while I explored her torso,
neck and arms.

After a while, Tamara, who had been sighing or making soft mewing sounds as
we mounted our assault, started issuing low, guttural moans. I looked down
to see Zoe with her tongue deep in the young girl's crack. I tapped her on
the top of her head and she looked up, irritated at the interruption. I
grinned. `Something I want to test', I said.

I got the trembling Tamara to sit on the edge of the couch. `Lean back', I
instructed. `Now bring your legs up ... no, all the way up, knees beside
your shoulders.'

`Adam', said Zoe, frowning, `I don't think ... well, fuck me!' She stared
down in amazement at the sight of Tamara's supple body folded in two, with
her hands holding her feet, her elbows on top of the back of her knees, and
her juicy young cunt deliciously exposed. `Thought so', I said smugly. Zoe
snorted, dropped to her knees, and attacked her target with renewed gusto.

It took Tamara no more than a few seconds to have her first orgasm, and
within minutes another had arrived. I thought for a moment of positioning
myself behind Zoe and fucking her from behind while she ate out Tamara, but
I knew that I couldn't last too long, and I badly wanted to deposit my
first load somewhere else. So after the third screaming orgasm, I once
again politely tapped Zoe. This time, her response was more accommodating.

`Time for Mr S to claim his prize, I think', she announced. `Let's repair
to the bedroom.' Once inside her sumptuously furnished chamber - she really
did have an eye for interior design - she lay the still shaking Tamara on
her back and sat beside her on the bed. `You sure you want do this, honey',
she asked. `It's going to hurt the first time, you know that, right? I
mean, it's not a small thing like my tongue that he's going to put inside
you.'

To illustrate her point, she drew me to her side and showed Tamara the size
of my rock hard cock, then wrapped her lips around it and took it
completely into her mouth, tapping her throat to show how far down it had
gone.

`Can I do that?' asked Tamara eagerly. `Later, sweetie', laughed Zoe.
`We'll have plenty of time to introduce you to the joys of cocksucking.'
She and I exchanged knowing grins. `But for now, poor Adam has been waiting
patiently, and I think he really wants to see just how tight that lovely
pussy of yours really is. If you're ready for it?'

`Ooh yeah!', pronounced the nubile nymph, and we laughed at her determined
expression. But as I mounted the bed and positioned myself over her, a look
of concern returned to her face as she contemplated what was about to
happen. Beside her, Zoe alternated kissing the girl's hard little nipples
and stroking her cheek.

Zoe's eager tongue and fingers had left Tamara's cunt dripping with
lubrication. Even so, it was no easy matter to penetrate her and it took
considerable patience on my part, and no little pain and discomfort on
hers, to first get fully inside and then open her up enough to thrust as I
so badly wanted to. There was much crying at first, as I stretched and then
tore her hymen. But soon enough the crying took on a different character ...

*To be continued*