Date: Sat, 23 Feb 2019 00:22:56 +1030
From: Amanda Stern <astern50@gmail.com>
Subject: Double Trouble - Chapter 7 (Bi)

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"No", I said. And then a little louder, vigorously shaking my head, "No
way!"

The bobbing heads stopped what they were doing and two anxious young faces
looked up at me.

"What's up Mr S?" asked Nico anxiously, his glorious green eyes just
visible through his fringe. "Are we not doing it right?"

His friend Troy, in a gesture I was already starting to recognise and
adore, brushed his long blonde hair out of his face. The same uncertainty
was mirrored in his beautiful face. "Max told us you liked it!

I cursed myself mentally. "You *are* - and I do", I said, in as reassuring
a tone as I could muster under the stress of having two of the hottest boys
I'd ever seen taking it in turns to suck my rock hard cock. "Don't mind me,
I'm just, um, struggling to think what I've done to deserve this ..."

"So it's okay?" asked Nico hopefully.

I couldn't help the incredulous guffaw that erupted from my mouth. "Okay?
No, Nico, it is not okay!" I rushed on before this could be misunderstood.
"It is so much better than okay that it's not even in the same universe. I
mean seriously, where did you two learn to give head like that?"

"We, um, practice on each other", answered the brown-haired schoolboy, his
face cracking a smile of relief. "Like, a lot!" The two of them giggled.

"Well, you've reached perfection as far as I'm concerned", I grinned. "But
seriously boys, any more of that and my dick's going to explode!"

"Oooh, can you do it all over my face?" asked Troy eagerly. "I love it when
Nico does that. And you're so much bigger, I really want to see how much
you come!"

"How about you, gorgeous?" I asked his friend. "Are you looking to get a
faceful of horny teacher as well?"

Nico smiled. "I like the taste", he said, "but not so much all the mess ..."

"Well in that case", I said expansively, "why don't you let Troy do the
work and get what he wants, and come and join me?" I patted the seat next
to me.

As Troy resumed his expert ministration to my throbbing pole, Nico stood up
from between my legs and made to sit next me on the couch.

"Uh uh", I said, shaking my head. "Just stand up here, sweetie." The young
boy did as he was told. Eagerly, I reached for the semi-erect member that
hung between his largely hairless legs. Everything about him was so smooth,
so slender, so delectable ...

As I slipped him into my mouth and felt him harden, I reflected that this
first encounter with Nico and his sexy boyfriend could hardly have gone
better.

My introduction to them had been a reward for seducing Tamara, the young
girl who my irrepressible student Megan and her equally outrageous twin
brother Max had identified as the next target for their underage sexual
explorations. I had already been hopelessly ensnared in their web and had
not wanted to say no, let alone felt able to do so.

All of which had left me completely compromised in my work as a high school
teacher.

Because after falling victim to the twins' wiles, I was not just interested
in young girls with Megan's sylph-like figure, but slender boys like her
brother. It was now a challenge every day to work at the elite girls'
school where I was employed, so aroused had I become by the nubile flesh
that paraded around it in sexy uniforms or skimpy athletic wear. And it was
almost exclusively the skinnier, younger students that I was lusting after,
not the older or more mature ones that I had long had to make (largely
successful) efforts to ignore.

And when I wasn't at school, it seemed everywhere I went I was
surreptitiously looking out for hot young boys ... There was no doubt about
it. The twins had rewired the pleasure circuits in my brain - or discovered
new ones that hadn't previously been activated.

What with the distraction from my teaching, and the horrible feeling that I
was getting closer to being caught doing something that would not just get
me fired, but imprisoned, I had reached the point where it really wasn't
tenable for me to continue in my current career.

Fortunately, I now had someone to talk to about my fears and concerns.
Because while the hunt for Tamara had initially been frustrated, it had
ultimately delivered two wonderful results. One was the delicious young
redhead herself, whose lithe body had been enchanting to explore and whose
virginity I had been given the privilege of taking. But the other was the
person who had helped me seduce her and joined me in sampling her charms.

I had been about to go out with my pretty co-worker Zoe Mansoor when the
twins had claimed my attention. And now, I discovered, she was also in
thrall to them, having been seduced by Megan and secretly given the same
task as me, of capturing Tamara so that the twins could then in turn enjoy
her.

The unexpected outcome of the two of us discovering how we had been
manipulated was that it had brought us together - and we had now started
the relationship we might have had a few months earlier.

We had quickly decided that whatever our interest in young teens (or at
least young girls, in Zoe's case), we both suited and needed one another.
We also resolved that this year would have to be our last as teachers. It
was just too dangerous to keep working at our current school, and while we
might be able to find other teaching positions elsewhere, who knew whether
we could restrain our newfound enthusiasm for underage sex? Finding jobs
that involved working with adults wouldn't necessarily kick our new habit,
but it would at least help with the constant arousal and the distraction of
being around beautiful young students.

For the time being, however, we were committed to going along with the
twins' scheming - not least because we couldn't resist the tempting morsels
on offer if we played along. We had also fessed up about our relationship,
while holding back a lot of our true feelings about their hold on us.

So this evening was, as Zoe dubbed it, Reward Night. The twins had devised
a ridiculously intricate schedule that started with Megan taking her
classmate Dominique round to see Zoe, on some pretext or other. The real
purpose was to get the three of them into bed, because Dominique had
confessed to her friend that she had the hots for Ms Mansoor - and the
young brunette was Zoe's "prize" for delivering Tamara.

After enjoying the fun for a while, Megan had made an excuse and headed to
her empty home (her parents were away). She got there in time for me to
bring Tamara herself round for what I had told her would be a "treat".
Tamara took very little persuading to go to bed with the flaxen-haired,
gollden-skinned girl who was a year ahead of her in school. I had
thoroughly enjoyed having the two of them work on my cock, until it was my
turn to get an "emergency message" to leave. When I departed, the sight of
Megan tonguing the younger girl's barely budding breasts and fingering her
wet crack was imprinted on my memory ...

Far from leaving the house, however, I simply headed down from Megan's
bedroom to the basement, where Max had invited his cousin Nico to bring
Troy round for a visit. Max and Nico had got it on before, but Troy was new
to the twins' growing circle of playmates. (The circle also included
another cousin, Jordan, and his mother Sara, who I was now joining for
threesomes on an occasional basis. This was yet another situation I was
going to have to find some way of keeping under control ...)

Max had prearranged with Nico that I would join the three of them, but they
had decided to give Troy a surprise. And to say he looked startled when I
walked in on their little threesome would have been the understatement of
the century. Not that he was in a position to go anywhere at the time, with
Max's cock buried all the way inside his ass and his friend
enthusiastically sucking his dick. But he calmed down a little when
reassured that I was a "special friend" of Max who was really keen to meet
him.

In order to put the newcomers at their ease, Max left off his assault on
the blonde boy's lovely butt, and instead joined me for a kiss and cuddle.
He took his time undressing me, but when he finally pulled down my jocks
and my stiff member sprang to attention, I could see both the other boys'
eyes widen. Although by no means massive, my cock was a lot bigger and
thicker than the ones they had been used to up to now. They watched raptly,
gently wanking one another, as Max started using his lovely mouth on me ...
until (you guessed it!) his phone chimed with an "emergency" message.

While he headed upstairs to join his sister and her new catch, I was left
with the boys to myself. I was hard pressed to say whether I would rather
have Megan and Tamara wrapping their lips around my manhood, or Troy and
Nico. But rather than ponder that, or keep wondering whether I should
really be so lucky as to have those options, I made the smart decision to
just enjoy the here and now.

And so, soon enough, I was revelling in the taste of Nico's cream sliding
down my throat and then blasting my load all over Troy's beautiful face. He
looked up at me with a smile of pure wonder, blinking away the cum that
coated his eyelashes and idly pulling gobs of it out of his long, golden
locks. I nearly came again then and there, so erotic was the image.

As it was, the sight of Nico kissing his friend (once he had cleaned up)
and simultaneously jerking him off, while I leaned back on a chair and
watched, was more than enough to get me up and going again. Even as Troy
stiffened and launched strings of pearly goodness all over his hairless
chest and belly, I was moving forward to clean it up. I licked up every
last drop of his salty residue, while also taking the opportunity to lick
and suck his hard little nipples.

>From there, it was only a question of which one I was going to fuck first
...

"So which one did you choose?"

"Hmmm?"

"Which one did you choose? And do you want me to take care of that for you?"

I returned from my reverie to find Zoe looking at me intently, eyebrows
raised. We were sitting next to one another at a small table in the staff
room at school. Under the tablecloth, her hand was resting on the trouser
fabric that covered my cock. My very hard cock.

I looked around. Mercifully, the room was otherwise empty.

"What, here?" I said incredulously. "In the staff room?"

"Well", she said, "if you will get yourself excited talking about the
lovely young boys you've been fucking ..."

"Keep your voice down!" I hissed, though in truth there was nobody who
would be likely to hear us, even if they walked in. "Anyway", I went on, "I
was excited before I started telling you about Nico and Troy. Possibly due
to your recounting how you gave Dominique a rim job while she had her
tongue all over your pussy?"

Zoe grinned. "I may have got a bit wet there myself ... Anyway, who did you
choose?"

It was my turn to smile. "I alternated."

"You did what?"

"Alternated! I had them both get down on hands and knees, side by side, and
stick their lovely bottoms up in the air. Then I straddled them, and just
went from one hole to the other and back again. It was awesome! To be fair,
I did have to spend a little bit of time on them individually first, just
to open them up. They were pretty tight when we began. And I did start with
Nico, on his back so I could look into those beautiful green eyes ..."

I shivered with the recollection, and then shuddered again as Zoe squeezed
the hard lump in my pants. "Yeah", she said softly, "that's exactly how I
feel about Megan. That family! The eyes get you every time ... Seriously,
do you want me to give you a little tug? There are some napkins here and we
can stop if anyone comes in."

I shook my head. "Sorry babe, I honestly don't think I've got anything left
in my balls. Not after last night *and* this morning."

"This morning?"

I screwed up my eyes and let out a sigh. "I may have, um ... taken them
back to my place. And not for a sleepover either. Well, I suppose there was
a bit of sleep ..."

Zoe met this admission with a laugh. "Well, you weren't the only one!"

"What, you and Dominique?"

"Well, she stayed over, yes. But late on, we had a visit from Megan. With
Tamara in tow. So we had a `getting to know you' session which lasted, ah,
well into the morning." She yawned.

"So where was Max?"

"Well, Megan said he was heading downstairs to join you guys ... Oh!"

"Oh indeed", I groaned. "We'd left by then. And we turned our phones off
too. I did have some missed calls from him, but I thought he was just
calling to see how it all went. Damn! He's going to be pretty pissed off
... Hopefully he doesn't pull some crazy prank that gets us all arrested.
Well, you and me anyway."

Zoe shook her head wearily. "We are going to have to do something about
those two. I know we said we're leaving at the end of the year, but
seriously, god alone knows what might happen before then."

I shrugged. "It is what it is, darling. And you can't say we're not having
the most incredible fun, even if it is all a bit terrifying. So let's just
see what happens, hey? Now, even if trying to get me off right now is
wasted effort, the reverse, sadly for me, is not true." I reached my hand
under the table and slid it up under the hem of her skirt. "So what say you
tell me more about you and the three girls, and I'll rub away some of that
tension ..."

As it turned out, however, things were to come to head a lot sooner than I
might have hoped or expected. After a quiet fortnight in which the twins
had left us alone, and neither Zoe nor I had gone out of our way to find
any partners beyond ourselves, I was summoned to a meeting after school -
with the principal.

When i got to her office, I found the twins sitting in the reception area.
Megan was in her uniform, while Max was wearing the blazer and shorts of
his own school. It was the first time I had ever seen them together and not
dressed as girl and girl, or boy and boy. Megan's face was set in a grim
frown, while Max looked positively shaken, as if he'd been given some kind
of fright.

I was about to address both of them and ask what the fuck was going on,
when it occurred to me that while there was no immediate sign of the
principal's secretary, she might not be far away. Or indeed the principal
herself might come in at any minute. So I took a breath and then spoke to
Megan.

"Hello Megan, do you know what this is about? And um, this is your
brother,I think we've met before?"

She stared at me for a minute as if I was mad, then the penny dropped. "Er,
yeah", she said, "this is Max". I nodded at the boy, but he simply stared
up at me dumbly, as if too traumatised to speak. I felt a lurch in my
stomach. Something was badly wrong here.

"I don't know why I'm here", continued his sister, in answer to my first
question. "I just got a message that the principal wanted to see me, and
Max was already here when I arrived. He said ..." She swallowed
uncomfortably. "He said he'd been picked up at his school by a ... a
policeman. He was driven here in a cop car."

"Police?" I repeated. I could feel the blood draining out of my face. I
turned to Max. "Really?" He nodded, but still didn't say anything.

"Well", I said trying to sound reassuring, but failing pretty dismally,
"I'm sure that -"

"Ah, Miss Dale, thank you for joining us", said a voice from the door that
led into the principal's office. It was Mrs Laverton herself, a thin smile
playing on her lips that didn't seem interested in reaching any higher.
"And Mr Stevens too." She glanced at me briefly, before looking at Max.
"And you must be Maximilian. I've spoken to your principal and he's agreed
to let me handle this matter. That's why you've been brought here."

"And what matter is that, Mrs Laverton?" I asked, then had to work very
hard not to take a step or two back as she turned her frostiest glare on me.

Stephanie Laverton was only in her mid-thirties, yet she seemed and acted
far older. She wore a tweed jacket that must have gone out of fashion long
before she was born, over a cream blouse and brown pants. Her dark hair was
ipulled back into the tightest of ponytails, while the lightly tinted
glasses she invariably wore did little to obscure the force of stares like
the one she was currently giving me. (I often heard girls at the school
wondering whether the tint was necessary to stop her eyes shooting out
laser beams, like the X-Men character Cyclops. This was a rumour that I may
or may not have started myself.)

To say that we weren't close would be an understatement. Like other staff
members, I recognised her competence and efficiency. But she showed not the
slightest interest in any social interaction with us, and she could be a
fearful disciplinarian, for students and teachers alike. She was not
someone to get on the wrong side of.

Hence my concern now as she treated me to one of her special looks. "All in
good time, Mr Stevens. We'll get to you later." Although the words were
spoken in a flat tone, there was an unmistakable undertone of menace that
made my guts churn. "You can stay here while we have a word with Megan and
her brother. We'll be in the meeting room."

She turned back to the children, who were suddenly looking every bit of
their young age, not the precocious teens who had steered me into their
little circle of depravity. "You two, with me."

She swept out of the room, leading the twins out into the hall. Form there
it was just a short walk to the room that was typically used for meetings
with students or parents. She closed the door to the reception area behind
her.

The moment I was left alone I fired off an urgent text for Zoe and
mercifully she joined me within minutes. "What's up?" she asked urgently,
plainly alarmed by my expression. I quickly explained. "I wish there was
some way we could hear what they're talking about!" I concluded.

Zoe gave me an intent look and then said crisply: "There is." Swiftly, she
crossed to the desk used by the principal's secretary and sat down in front
of the computer there. "As long as she hasn't logged off ..." she muttered.
"Oh good, she hasn't."

As the screen came to life, she searched through the icons on it, then
tapped one that brought up a view of the meeting room. The twins were
seated opposite the principal and what looked to be a giant young man in a
police uniform, although his back was to the camera.

Zoe glanced at me. "Security system - they monitor and record meetings to
ensure that nothing untoward happens. I should be able to find the sound
somewhere ... Ah yes, there we go."

As the voices from the meeting became audible through the computer's tinny
speakers, I stared at my girlfriend. "How on earth did you know about
that?" I demanded.

She shrugged. "Just observant, I guess. Now shut up and pay attention. We
should be able to listen in and still have time to switch this off when we
see them getting up to leave."

"Unless Marilyn comes back", I said gloomily, referring to the secretary
who would normally be working here. But all the same, I turned my
concentration to the scene playing out on before us.

"... idea of what we're talking about?" Mrs Laverton was asking. Megan
shook her head. "No ma'am", she said, a stony expression on her face. Max
copied his sister's gesture, though didn't speak.

"So you wouldn't know anything about videos of children having sex that we
found on a cloud drive that had been accessed from your computers?" put in
the police officer, leaning forward.

The question clearly shook the twins. Max gave his sister a stricken look,
while she clearly had to struggle to muster a reply. "Wh- what videos do
you mean, sir?" she eventually managed.

"Well, let's have a look at a couple", he said, aiming a remote at the big
screen on the far wall of the meeting room. It lit up with the sight of a
young, dark-haired boy plunging his erect cock into the butt of another
boy, whose long blonde hair flopped around as he absorbed the impact.

The vision was not quite as astonishing as it might have been, given that
the twins had showed me this same video of Nico fucking Troy just a few
weeks earlier, in a bid - totally successful - to purchase my help with the
seduction of Tamara. But how the hell had the cops got hold of it?

"So that looks like my cousin Nico", said Megan, the slight tremor in her
voice belying her attempt to sound calm and unimpressed. "What it's got to
do with us?"

"Ah", said the officer, "then you wouldn't know anything about a hidden
camera being stashed in your cousin's bedroom either, right? And if we
checked that camera, we certainly wouldn't find your fingerprints on it, or
your brother's, correct?"

Megan just stared back at him, but she had no answer, and her lip was
trembling. The policeman nodded, as if he'd received all the confirmation
he needed. "Let's move on to the second one, shall we?"

I stared at the screen in fascination, as a new scene played out. This one
was new to me, but it was easy enough to guess when it was taken. It showed
Megan with her face buried in the snatch of the gorgeous Tamara. Although
there was no sound, there seemed little doubt from the lithe redhead's
behaviour that she was in the throes of a powerful orgasm. Meanwhile, Max
was vigorously penetrating his sister from behind.

I turned to Zoe and we both nodded. "Reward Night", I said. "Looks like
it", she agreed.

"See, that there is what we call incest. Which is a crime", the cop was
saying in a matter-of-fact voice. "And sexual relations with a minor.
That's a crime too. And then there's the fact that you've filmed it. Which
is child pornography. Also - you guessed it - a crime. A really serious
crime."

He waited on any response from the twins. But after one quick glance at the
screen, they had looked away. Max now had his face buried in his hands.

"You're going to be taken to the police station and charged." It was Mrs
Laverton who said the fateful words. But worse was to come, from the twins'
point of view. "And we've called your mother and father to tell them.
They're going to meet you there."

"No, you can't!" yelled Max, his passivity giving way to sudden hysteria at
the prospect of his staid, conservative parents discovering what their
precious angels had been getting up to. "Please! We'll -"

"That's quite enough young man!" snapped the principal, her voice a
whiplash. "I suggest you start thinking about what you're going to say to
them. If, that is, they'll talk to you." Max started crying. Megan was
still holding back the tears, although they were clearly not far away.

"Of course", said the policeman, "you could make it easier on yourself by
coming clean on who else is involved in your little sex ring. That's the
kind of cooperation that might - and I stress might - make a difference to
your sentence." He paused and then quietly asked: "Were there any adults
involved, for instance? Because it may be that if you were being taken
advantage of, well, maybe it's not you in the frame at all, right?"

"Shit", I said, glancing at Zoe, then back at the screen. "Shit, shit,
shit!"

There were now, did they but know it, four adults hanging on the twins'
answer. I stared at the screen, just waiting for the axe to fall. The axe I
had known was there from the minute that I first let Megan undress and show
me her tiny but delectable breasts, or touched her borther's hard little
cock. In my mind, I could see the prison doors opening to admit me.

Megan took an age to respond. But when she did, she simply shook her head
and said: "No, nobody else."

I let out a breath I hadn't even realised I was holding. "Thank god", I
heard Zoe murmur beside me. But it wasn't yet over.

The cop turned to Max, who was vainly trying to staunch the tears running
down his face. "How about you, son?" he inquired. "Anyone you want to tell
is about?"

The boy glanced sideways at his sister, opened his mouth as if to say
something ... but then closed it again. He looked down at the table, a
picture of misery.

The policeman sighed. "Okay then, well, think about it. You've still got
time to tell us who else is involved." He glanced at the principal. "With
your permission, ma'am, I'll get going. You two", he barked, "on your feet!"

The twins stood up and then had to suffer the indignity of having their
hands cuffed behind their backs. Megan too was now crying openly. The cop
started to lead them out, but then stopped. He turned round, and for the
first time I got a proper look at him. He was tall, clean shaven and with
sandy, close-cropped hair. Although maybe running to a little bit of fat,
the bulges in his uniform suggested a well-muscled body. He also looked
fairly young, maybe in his early twenties.

He seemed to ponder for a moment, then said: "You know what? There's
something else you could do that would really help your case." I watched,
open-mouthed, as he unzipped his pants and took out what had to be the
largest dick I'd ever seen. Hefting it in one hand, he looked at the twins
in turn. "You could wrap your pretty little mouths round this."

The two children stared at him for a moment and then, as one, swung round
to look at Mrs Laverton. She gave a relaxed smile and nodded. "Oh yes, I'm
sure that would be very ... cooperative, if you did that. It does look a
bit big, mind, but I imagine you might actually find that exciting, hmmm?"

The policeman mirrored her grin. "I would think so too. But don't feel you
have to. I'm happy to take you straight down the station. But if you'd like
to, well, let's say relieve some of the stress you've caused me, I can
guarantee it'll go well for you."

"What the fuck?" I exclaimed, staggered by this turn of events. And I was
clearly not the only one. The twins were gaping at the sight of the
monstrous organ that the police officer was presenting to them.

"You want us to ... suck that?" asked Max, who had evidently found his
voice again. It was a quavery, hesitant voice, but at least he was talking.
And was it my imagination, or was there just a hint of excitement in his
tremulous inquiry?

"Well I sure as hell don't want you to chew it!" laughed the policeman. He
waved his organ in the twins' direction. "So, any takers?"

Max looked at his sister, who was shaking her head. "This is wrong", she
said. "You shouldn't be doing this." She stared at Mrs Laverton. "Either of
you."

Which was my thought exactly. Especially as all this was being recorded!
But if the principal was at all fazed by Megan's accusation, she wasn't
showing it.

"You could be right", she conceded. "But really, who's to know? It's just a
simple favour, for someone who could help you. And let's face it, you need
all the help you can get right now. Besides, I can see one of you is just
dying to see what that great big lollipop tastes like. Aren't you,
Maximilian?"

Megan swung round to look at her brother, who to my considerable surprise -
and no doubt his sister's as well - was actually blushing. "Seriously?" she
demanded. He held her gaze for a minute, then gave a miserable nod.

Megan snorted. "Fine", she said, "but you can at least take these fucking
handcuffs off."

"Mind your language, young lady", snapped the principal. "Or I'll have you
over my lap and give you a good spanking, and be damned with any rules
against corporal punishment."

Megan flushed, and opened her mouth to retort. I just *knew* she was going
to say "Promises, promises", or something of that kind. But perhaps
fortunately for her, the police officer spoke first.

"Nothing doing. I'm sure you can manage without your hands, and it will be
a nice reminder of the trouble you're still in." He pulled a chair back
from the table, sat down on it and opened his legs, still cradling his
obscene phallus. "Plenty of room for two there", he said, grinning and
indicating the floor in front of him.

With a sigh, Megan dropped to her knees and, after a brief hesitation, Max
followed her. "Holy shit", the boy breathed, as he got a close up look at
the man's equipment. He glanced up at the police officer and then held his
mouth open. The man chuckled, then pushed the head of his enormous cock
between Max's lips. The boy kissed tit reverently, then ran his tongue over
the tip.

With a deep sigh that was audible even through the microphone in the room,
the policeman eased back the foreskin on his member and fed just a small
portion of it into Max's waiting orifice. As the boy started sucking he
gave a strangled yelp. With some difficulty he managed to disengage from
the purple helmet, which in just a few seconds had noticeably swelled up.

"What's up Max?" asked his sister anxiously. "It grew!" replied her
brother, a tone of wonder in his voice. "It's so big ... and beautiful."
Without any further invitation he applied himself to the massive shaft,
opening as wide as he could to get it into his mouth. The rapidly
stiffening flesh kept going, and going ...

I could see Max's eyes bulge and he made frantic gargling noises as the
huge dick slid down his throat, the lump clearly visible. But even then he
was nowhere near reaching the base. Eventually he had to admit defeat,
carefully pulling his head back and gasping as it came free, dripping with
his saliva.

"Oh wow!" he exclaimed, after taking a shuddering breath. All his usual
verve seemed to have returned. "You try sis!"

Megan rolled her eyes, but obediently parted her lips to receive the
policeman's offering. Unlike her brother, she didn't try to deep throat it,
but worked on just the first few inches. She too had appreciable trouble
just getting it into her mouth. But her efforts were clearly successful,
judging by the way that the monster organ swelled to what I assumed was its
full, intimidating length, and by the noises of appreciation offered up by
its owner.

Those noises grew in both volume and intensity as Max joined his sister in
working on the huge dong, first uncovering the officer's equally large
balls and enthusiastically licking and kissing them, and then taking one
side of the giant shaft while Megan worked on the other.

As their mouths met at the top and their eager tongues flicked over the
engorged head and into one another's mouth, I realised that my own cock was
rock hard watching them. In fact, it was one of the most erotic scenes I
could ever rememberi watching. It was incredible to see the two beautiful
youngsters with their hands tied, but using their lips and tongues to
worship the tree trunk sprouting from the burly police officer's groin. Yet
there was also that edge - wondering what might happen if he tried to
penetrate the twins. Would they split in two? It was a shocking prospect -
and yet I couldn't help not just wondering about it, but wanting to see him
try ...

The twins' skilful assault continued foe several more minutes, until
finally the police officer called a halt. "All right kids", he said,
breathing heavily. "That'll do just for the moment." Gently, he used his
large hands to push their busy heads away from his glistening pole. "Which
one do you want?" he asked. The question was directed at the principal, who
shook her head. "Don't mind", she replied casually, "you choose".

I stared at the scene from the interview room that was playing out on the
computer. Surely they couldn't mean ... ?

"Okay then", continued the officer. "Well, this one is pretty damn
wonderful at giving head ..." He tousled Megan's flaxen hair
affectionately. "But you" - he jabbed a finger at Max - "should be giving
masterclasses." He guided the boy's mouth back to his raging erection. "If
you're sure you really don't mind?" This last was to Mrs Laverton.

"No problem at all", laughed the principal. "Megan! Over here please."

As the girl awkwardly got to her feet, hampered by the restraints on her
wrists, I could see that her face was flushed and she looked more than a
little disappointed at being deprived of the enormous cock. "Ma'am?" she
asked hesitantly.

The woman's response was to pull back her chair, stand up, and in one
smooth movement pull down both her pants and knickers. She stepped out of
them, cast them aside and sat back down. Like the policeman, she opened her
legs. I'm not sure what I was expecting to see, but I was positive it
wasn't the completely shaven quim that she presented to the young
schoolgirl. "I'm sure you know what to do", she said smugly.

"This is fucking incredible", I breathed. "It is, isn't it?" said Zoe.
There was something slightly odd in her voice, and I turned around to stare
at her. But all her attention was on the screen. As I looked back, I saw
Megan sinking to her knees. She hesitated briefly, then leant forward. From
the angle we were viewing the action, I couldn't see quite what she was
doing, but I could certainly guess - and the effect on Mrs Laverton was
immediate.

"Oh god, yes", she groaned, leaning back in the chair. "That is soooo good.
Keep doing that ..." She was content for a while to let Megan go at her own
pace, but as she became more aroused she started grabbing the girl's head
and grinding it against her crotch.

The change in the principal was extraordinary. The severe demeanour she
usually showed to the world had vanished. Instead, her face was alive with
passion and hunger, her expression ranging from a savage glee as she urged
the young schoolgirl on, to ecstatic exclamations as Megan's tongue worked
its magic.

Meanwhile, Max had clearly decided that he'd done enough worshipping. There
was no more licking or kissing going on, just the enthusiastic application
of his mouth to bring the police officer to a climax. His head was bobbing
furiously as he drove his lips up and down a small portion of the enormous
shaft, grunting with the effort of it. The officer, like the principal, was
now moaning almost continuously. It was hard to know where to look.

Until, all of a sudden, the decision was made for me. Because the
policeman's climax had arrived - and it turned out to be as impressive as
his massive phallus. Although Max had his mouth closed over the purple
helmet, the sheer ferocity of the first jet of cum shooting into his gullet
caused him to jerk his head back. The second spurt took him full in the
face, while the third arced right over him and landed on the table behind.
With his hands bound, he could do nothing to guide the bucking, spitting
snake in front of him. But its owner grabbed it with two hands and ensured
that the remaining spunk found its mark in the boy's gaping mouth, although
even then he struggled to contain it.

"Wow!" I exclaimed, echoing the reaction not just from Zoe alongside me,
but Megan and the principal, who had temporarily halted their own fun to
watch the extraordinary scene.

The police officer was the only one who seemed calm about what had just
happened. Leaning back even further in his chair, he gave a beatific smile
and guided the young schoolboy's head back to his monster shaft. Swallowing
convulsively to dispose of the cream in his mouth, Max was still
spluttering and drooling cum. But he applied himself as diligently as he
could to licking and cleaning the policeman's huge cock.

"Might need some help over here", said the officer conversationally,
nodding his head towards Megan. The principal gave him a dirty look, then
said in a tone of mock exasperation: "Oh, all right. Megan dear, go and
help clean up your brother's mess, will you."

The slender girl once again got awkwardly to her feet, then moved over to
the other couple. Leaving Max to work on the policeman's slowly deflating
dick, she concentrated on licking up the gobs of cum that had plastered her
brother's face, though when she was done she couldn't resist taking another
taste of the organ that had produced it all.

"Table too", commented the officer. This time it was Megan who delivered
the dirty look, but she obediently applied herself to the surface of the
table and cleaned up the splashes of semen.

"Feeling better?" inquired Mrs Laverton of the officer, in a slightly acid
tone.

"Much, thank you", he grinned. "And now I think after that rude
interruption, it's time your pupil got back to what she was doing, right?"

Without waiting for an answer, he stood up, zipped himself back up, and
then guided Megan back over to the principal. "Just a minute", he said, as
she made to kneel down. Reaching up under her skirt, he pulled down her
white cotton panties and had her step out of them, then removed the skirt
as well. As he tossed them aside, she gave him a worried look, but he
simply nodded to the spot she had previously occupied and gestured to
indicate that she should resume it.

As Megan got back to work on Mrs Laverton's pussy, the officer crooked a
finger to Max, turned him around and unlocked his handcuffs. "Pants down",
he said, and it wasn't a request. Max quickly complied, revealing that his
smallish cock was fully erect. He groaned as the policeman fondled it, then
at a signal sank to his knees behind his sister.

"Unbutton her blouse and give her tits a bit of feel", instructed the cop.
Max did as he was told, eliciting a moan from his sister as he freed her
tiny boobs and began to play with them. After a few minutes of this, he was
instructed to bring his hands together underneath Megan, where they were
once again fastened into the handcuffs.

That done, the policeman knelt down, took Max's stiff dick and guided it to
Megan's exposed cunt, which he teased with a large finger, to more muffled
appreciation from the young girl. Max needed no urging. Inserting himself
into his sister, and grabbing hold of her hips, he began to fuck her
vigorously.

The officer chuckled. "Guess you guys have done this a few times before,
hey?" Max scowled at him, but kept pounding Megan's pert young butt. For
his part, the policeman did not withdraw his hand, but kept rubbing Megan's
clitoris, even as her brother filled her pussy. This seemed in turn to goad
her to mash her face even more enthusiastically into Mrs Laverton's crotch.

The older woman responded by seizing hold of the schoolgirl's head and
almost lifting herself off her seat in her desire to maximise the contact
with the sweet young mouth that was eating her out. She started yelling at
Megan to goad her to greater efforts, producing a torrent of language that
I would never in my wildest dreams have thought to hear from the principal.
"Get your fucking tongue up my cunt, you little slut!" was, if anything,
one of her milder imprecations.

Soon enough, she was coming - and not just once either. Each of what seemed
to be a series of orgasms were accompanied by ecstatic screams that would
surely have reverberated around the school, had it not been for the
specially modified door and walls that minimised the leakage of sound out
of or into the interview room. As it was, Zoe had to turn the computer
sound down, for fear of the strange noises attracting someone into the
principal's office suite.

Back in the interview room - or the orgy room, as it would forever become
for me after this crazy afternoon - it was the twins' turn to come. Megan
shuddered as an orgasm coursed through her, even as she continued to munch
on the principal's minge. And behind her, at more or less the same time,
Max poured his seed into her tender quim, arching his back as he buried
himself inside her.

With a shuddering groan, Mrs Laverton finally released her grip on Megan's
head and sagged back into her seat. "Fuck!" she groaned. For a moment she
stared up at the ceiling, utterly spent, then looked back down at the girl
who had delivered her such ecstasy. She gave a wicked grin, tousled the
girl's hair, and said: "Well that was fucking awesome. I can't tell you how
long I've been wanting you to do that ..."

Megan was still shaking from her own climax, but she managed a weak smile
in return. The principal bent forward, kissed the girl tenderly on the
lips, then straightened again. Looking straight up at the camera that had
captured the action, she announced: "Time you got in here, darling."

Beside me, Zoe stood up and started moving towards the door. "That's our
cue", she announced crisply, "come on".

"Our cue?" I repeated stupidly, blinking in confusion. "Wait, what?"

She shook her head with exasperation. "Show's over, Adam. Surely even you
managed to work out it was all a set up! I imagine the twins have figured
it out too by now ..." She came over and hauled me to my feet.

"A set up?" I said weakly. "You mean, they're not going to the police
station?"

She laughed. "Of course not! Though I have to admit, Aaron was very
convincing. He really is a cop ... but he mostly does traffic work. When
he's not doing porn films on the side. He's got the equipment for it, as
I'm sure you'll agree. But of course he never shows his face." She chuckled
again at my expression. "You really did think it was all real, didn't you?"

"Yes", I admitted. Then my brain started to catch up. "But ... you knew all
along?"

"Of course! It was actually my idea. Well, mine and Steph's - Mrs
Laverton's. She's Aaron's aunt, by the way. We decided that the twins
needed taking down a peg or two. So Aaron went and collected Max from his
school. He spun them a story about needing Max for some traffic campaign.
But of course he didn't tell Max that."

I stared at her. "And it didn't occur to you to enlighten me about any of
this?"

She started to laugh again, but then noticed my expression and thought
better of it. Holding up her hands in apology, she said: "Of course we did,
love. Only ... we thought it would be more convincing to the twins if you
didn't know. And, well, we weren't sure you'd be a good enough actor to
carry it off if you were in on the secret ..." She trailed off and gave a
helpless shrug.

I thought about getting angry, but then sighed. "You're probably right. But
look, what I don't get is why Mrs Laverton was willing to do all this. I
mean, we're the horny idiots, right? That's our excuse. But what's hers?
Why would she do something so ... dangerous?"

Zoe gave a wry smile. "Because she's been there before, Adam. When she was
starting out as a teacher, she got seduced by a couple of young girls. From
what she told me, they were very manipulative, just like the twins - only
maybe not so smart. And certainly not as imaginative. She was lucky to get
out of it without being utterly ruined. Since then, I gather, she's been a
lot more careful. She probably shouldn't have joined in the way she did
just now, but I guess she had the hots for Megan anyway and decided, well,
why not have some fun?"

"Why not indeed?" I shook my head. "I wonder if there's anyone in this
school who isn't in lust with that young minx ...Hang on though, how come
you know all this? And why did you tell Mrs Laverton in the first place?"

Something else was trying to get my attention. A recollection of something
odd I'd heard, only a little while ago ... ? And then all of a sudden I had
it. "Wait ... *did she call you darling*???"

I stared at Zoe. For the first time since I'd known her, she looked
genuinely abashed. She was also blushing, and the faint rose tinge on her
light brown skin made her, if anything, even more attractive than normal.
Not that I was going to let that distract me ...

I waited for the explanation. Eventually she gave a heavy sigh. "I am
really sorry Adam. Not for what I'm about to tell you, but because, well, I
hadn't told you already. I'd been meaning to, really I was, but there never
seemed to be a right moment. And then I didn't want it to distract you
while, while ..."

"While I played the dopey teacher, so you could fool the twins too", I
said, not able to keep the bitterness out of my voice. "So Mrs Laverton to
you is ... what exactly?"

Zoe blushed again. "Remember I told you about the girlfriend with
benefits?" she asked in a small voice.

"What, the principal? You're kidding! You've been fucking the principal?"

"Well, mostly the other way around actually ... but yeah. I mean, there's
the principal you think you know. And she's very good at playing that
person. Fools a lot of people, not just you. But have a think about what
you just watched."

She nodded at the screen, which was back to showing a much more normal
scene, the protagonists sitting at the table and talking to one another.
`That's the Steph I know in the bedroom."

I shook my head in amazement. Of all the downright crazy things I'd seen
and been through over the past few months, this somehow topped them all.
"So how did ... ?"

"How did we hook up?" Zoe smiled. "It was just after I arrived, we were at
a conference together. We had a few drinks, she got me on my own and pretty
much seduced me. She's a woman who knows what she wants - and she wanted
me. But we've both been happy to keep it pretty casual, just some great sex
every now and then."

She pursed her lips and gave me a meaningful look. "You *are* okay with it,
right?"

I nodded. "Of course. I could hardly object, given what else we've both
been up to. Just a little bit shocked, that's all, I would never have
picked it in a million years."

Zoe laughed. "I think that's exactly how she gets away with it. Now, shall
we join the others? I'm dying to find out what they're saying to the twins."

I gestured at the screen. "What about that? Isn't it recording?"

"Yes, but it's been set on auto-erase. And it's password-protected anyway.
Steph'll check it in the morning, just to be sure. Come on."

We walked down the corridor and entered the interview room. Mrs Laverton
looked round, her expression once again set in the composed and steely mode
that I knew so well.

"Ah, there you are. You're late, Ms Mansoor. Let me guess, Mr Stevens
needed a lot of dots filled in, yes?" Zoe grinned and nodded. "Thought so",
she said flatly. "Adam - I suppose I'd better call you that, at least for
tonight - please say hello to my nephew Aaron. When he's not putting the
fear of god up young miscreants, he's a surprisingly nice young man - for a
policeman."

I nodded at the young officer, then winced as my hand was caught in a
vice-like grip. "Pleasure", I squeaked, then looked at the twins. They had
gone back to looking sullen, though it was a distinct improvement on the
demeanour they'd shown during the first part of the interview.

"You two doing all right?" I asked. "Being read the riot act, I imagine."

"They are indeed", said Mrs Laverton tartly. "Megan, perhaps you might
summarise what you've learnt today?"

"Not to trust the police", shot back the young schoolgirl. "Or principals."

I half expected the principal to explode at that, but she didn't bat an
eyelid. "Besides that?"

"No more trapping teachers. No more texting. No secret filming", the girl
recited, matching the older woman's flat tone.

"Because?"

"If we do, you'll send those tapes to our parents."

"But really because ... ?"

Megan opened her mouth, then hesitated. The truculent teenager expression
seemed to melt from her face and she glanced sideways at her brother.
"Because ..." she started to say.

"Because people could get hurt", finished Max. His beautiful green eyes
held his sister's for a minute, before he trained them on the principal.
"Badly hurt. Including us."

"We're sorry we had to teach you the hard way", put in Zoe, "but you were
going way too far."

"Yeah, we know", sighed Megan. "But it was fun!"

"You can still have fun", said the principal sharply. "Just not so much at
other people's expense."

"Look", I said, feeling the need to weigh in, "between the two of you, you
can probably get any pupil in the school that you fancy into bed. Just lay
off the teachers, all right? Well, except us, obviously."

"Really?" asked Max, a grin poking at the corners of his mouth.

"Yes, really", laughed Zoe. "We know your secrets, and you know ours. Well,
most of them anyway." I half expected her to glance knowingly at Mrs
Laverton, but she didn't. "We're not saying you have to sleep with us, but
if you want to, we're not passing up the chance. Right Adam?"

"Right", I confirmed. "Only I don't think there'll be much sleeping ..."

Max giggled at that, then furrowed his brow as a thought struck him. "Will
we get the chance to see Aaron again?" he asked, shyly glancing at the
police officer.

"If by `see', you mean, play with his enormous truncheon, then I imagine
the answer will be yes", answered the principal. "Right?" she inquired of
her nephew. "If you say so Aunt Steph", grinned the giant.

"In fact", Mrs Laverton continued, "I was going to invite you all back to
my house tonight for some extracurricular activities."

"Extra what?" asked Megan, looking puzzled.

"Fun", explained the principal. She glanced at me and shook her head.
"Seriously, Mr Stevens, I don't what you're teaching this young lady ..."
She swung back to the young schoolgirl. "I do hope you'll agree to get over
the sulks and join us. I have a new strapon dildo that I'm dying to try
out."

Megan glanced at her brother, who nodded enthusiastically. "Sure", she
grinned. "But only if Mr S and Zoe can make it too!"

"Are we invited?" I asked cautiously. The principal gave a rapacious smile.
"Oh, absolutely. You'll note by the way that I didn't say who I was
planning to use the dildo on ..."

I shot a glance at Zoe, who was also grinning. "We can take turns, right?"
she said, arching her eyebrows suggestively.

"If you say so, darling", I deadpanned. But I was thinking, just when my
life couldn't get any weirder, it looked like another new experience might
be in store ...


*This is the end of Double Trouble, ... at least for now. But feel free to
contact me at astern50@gmail.com <astern50@gmail.com> to share any thoughts
you have about the series!*