Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 17

Their guttural moans were getting louder, but as satisfying as my powerful position in the situation was in itself, my cunt was pulsing for attention, so I decided to take it to the next stage. Stopping and grabbing them each by the forearm, I stood up, pulling them with me. The arms I then manoeuvred to place a hand at my top shirt button and another at the zipper of my skirt. They took the message and began tenderly undressing me, kissing my teen flesh wherever they could.

When they had me naked, they stood flanking me. I did a quick twirl, and even the inscrutable doctor of history (his teaching subject) could not suppress a gasp at the beauty of my smooth, pristine twat. “You boys have been very selfish. It’s time for you to return the favour.” I reached up and pressed down on the tops of their heads.

I am not sure I entirely expected what happened next to go down without protest, but with Mr Adams in front of me, nose brushing my pubis, Dr McPhail was at the back, his face inches from my bum. I really thought he would pull back, turn me around, stand up and kiss my mouth instead, or something. But no, both of them attacked with gusto, mouths slavering at my openings.

This was really happening! My PE teacher lapping at my pussy was remarkable enough, but this other thing was something else entirely. The head teacher, the very symbol of command and authority within the school that was a large part of my world… was tonguing my butt-hole! If I had felt the need, I could have shat right into his mouth. In degrading himself thus, he was not just giving me a thorough rim-job, but also the most unbelievable power trip any schoolgirl could possibly imagine. I had a moment of revelation, and once in my mind, I could not resist bringing it to life: in an insolent drawl, I said, “Kiss my ass, sir.”

Their twin chuckles, muffled by contact with my skin, vibrated up my body. I closed my eyes and surrendered to the sensations, my hands squeezing and massaging my small breasts. The two old men – they must have both been well into their forties, and certainly considerably over double my age each – continued to slather their tongues right around and into my vagina and anus, their chins presumably brushing each other at my perineum. Their hands gripped my thighs, and my legs could well have given way from the glorious pleasure of it all if they had not been supporting most of my weight.

The teachers continued to devour both my nether holes, drenching my entire crotch with saliva, and I swayed back and forth, enjoying the thorough tending. I could have gone on like that for hours, but I wanted more. I grabbed them both by the backs of their collars and lifted, and they rose obediently, their rigid members bouncing slightly with the movement. “Fuck me,” I instructed firmly. "Both of you. Fuck me right now.”

Mr Adams sighed happily. “I’ve always dreamt of double-teaming a nubile teen girl. It’s a huge fantasy of mine. But I knew it could never happen, so I resigned myself long ago to look, don’t touch, and fantasize on my own time. And now I can!”

“Shut up, Mr Adams, and do as the young lady says,” Dr McPhail replied calmly. I felt his knob slide up my bum-crack, re-wetting itself on the saliva there, and then press slowly into the opening. When the bulbous head penetrated my tight sphincter with an almost audible pop, I gasped. He started pressing in and out, pushing slightly deeper every time, and his deep breaths were hot on my ear. Meanwhile, Mr Adams watched me for a moment, getting a full vision of the young beauty in front of him, stark naked, everything on show, eyes widening at this astonishing invasion of my bowels. Then he pressed forward, and their middle-aged bodies sandwiched me, their slightly rounded bellies pressing against my tight, pale white skin. Again, they were lifting me off my feet, and my arms went around the chest in front of me. His did the same, enveloping my shoulders, while the headmaster grabbed my waist. Reaching around, Adams’ hand pushed my jaw upwards, and his mouth pressed mine.

The feeling of two fat penises stretching the walls of my cunt and rectum to their very limits, prodding nerves that had never experienced the like, was literally breathtaking. Their rock-hard cocks (and don’t think I didn’t recognize the compliment on my sexiness that their rigidity represented) seemed to push all the way into my body, pressing all my organs upward and restricting my lungs. That’s not to say I was choking, just that every breath ended with a heightened sense of being impaled, filled, by rods of visceral pleasure that penetrated to my core. In moments when the sensory overload eased enough to allow complete thoughts, I promised myself I would find more opportunities to do this double-penetration thing.

Having said that, my two middle-aged lovers must have been exercising much more skill than could ever be expected from the teenagers who constituted most of my harem. Like some kind of complicated steam-age carriage clock pendulum, they set up a rhythm of penetration that somehow eliminated awkward fumblings while simultaneously maintaining their balance upright and carrying my entire weight, a large part of which must have been easing back and forth on their shafts. After a while (there was no way I was keeping track of time in my condition), they even withdrew, span me around and, just as cold air was sweeping into the cavities, filled them again with hot, throbbing man-meat, then carried on just as before. My anal sphincter was now clutching at the PE teacher’s pistoning member, while his boss bred their little student in the traditional manner from the front.

The dream, although destined to be repeated in other ways as soon as I could manage, could only last so long this once. Completing the set, Dr McPhail kissed me deeply, his tongue forcing down my throat and seeming to fill it with writhing muscle almost as thoroughly as my vagina and anus were. The urgency of their pumping increased, and then Mr Adams let out a half-growl, half-groan, like an Olympic weight-lifter heaving a seemingly impossible load from the ground. And with that, he indeed achieved something I would not have believed possible a few seconds before, in filling my cavity even more. With a final thrust, he delivered his thick, creamy semen into the depths of my anus. So did Dr McPhail, firing jism deep into my nubile womb. And my world exploded.