Double Trouble for the Teacher

Double Trouble for the Teacher

By Sirdar

Please note that this story uses Oxford English spelling, with occasional help from my USA spellchecker which will confuse the issue.

Life is a definitely very funny, and when I tell you my story perhaps you will agree, even if you don’t now. Well here I am at the ripe old age of 24 years and three months, cycling back to my Mrs. Grimms grotty lodgings in the pouring rain, after a days teaching the children of the local gentry at Hinchinborough Grammar, when this old lady, well elderly lady then, in her fifties knocked me off my bike in her Landrover.

I was not really hurt but I thought I might as well make the most of it, so I sat up looking very dazed. I realised that I had a small gash on my forehead, which was bleeding copiously with the help of the pouring rain, so I stood up and then sort of collapsed again on purpose. The lady got out of her Landrover and came over to me, she was apologizing profusely and trying to help me to my feet .She seemed genuinely upset.

My bike was a wreck as her front wheels had really mashed it up. I set up a wail.
“Oh my bike and I have only just bought it.”
“Oh I am so sorry.” She whimpered.” “I will buy you a new one.”
As she spoke I realised that there seemed to be a strong smell of alcohol on her breath.
I groaned, and sort of slumped against the bonnet of the Land rover, just as a mate of mine the local policeman Jack Dempsey drew up in his blue and white panda car.

Good afternoon “Lady Temple.” he said.
I suddenly realised as he spoke, that this lady was the Chairman of the School Governors at the school where I taught...
“He pulled his breathalyzer kit out and then said “I am sorry my lady but I have let you off twice but if you are positive this time I am afraid that I will have to take you in.”
“Are you alright Tony do you need an ambulance?” He asked as an aside.
“No I think I am alright Jack, but my bike is finished and look at my clothes.”
“Oh don’t worry about him constable I will look after poor Mr. Nash. I know I have been very naughty and it’s all the fault of your Chief Constable, he would keep pouring drinks down me at lunch today at the watch committee meeting.”
Jack took no notice and invited her ladyship to blow into his breathalyzer.
Jack and I knew each other because we used to have an occasional drink in the local some evenings when he was off duty, and so we had come to know each other quite well in the three months I had been at the school.
“I am sorry your ladyship but you are well over the limit and I will have to arrest you and take you in for a medical examination.”
I pulled Jack to one side and I said. “Jack old pal can we use a bit of discretion here. It is obvious that your boss will not want the publicity if she decides to fight it and go to court, and she probably will, and she is my boss as well. I think she is also a magistrate.”
So Jack scratched his head and said “You know I can’t Tony my old mate.”
“Go on give her right rollicking and let her go. It won’t hurt any of us.”
So Jack being a nice sort of guy gave her a right telling off, and made her promise to re-imburse me for my bike and damaged clothing. Lady Temple was very contrite and apologised and thanked the constable, and then she said Mr. Nash “Jump in, I will take you to my daughter’s house now which is quite near here and she will sort you out.

A half an hour later I found myself in a very plush country residence being stared at with great interest by Misty and Fay the two gorgeous blonde 15 year old Rampole twins and their equally glamorous mother Fiona, who was in the process of giving her mother a right earful for getting drunk, and driving again, and then as if she was suddenly realising my predicament, and the fact I was standing their bleeding and dripping on an expensive carpet she turned to the girls and said.
“Take Mr. Nash up to the guest room girls and sort him out, and put his clothes in the washer while I waste my valuable time, talking to your grandmother who will take no bloody notice of what I say anyway.”
The girls chorused. “Of course Mama. We would love to mama”
I was beginning to feel a little embarrassed as these two girls were students of mine for Math’s three times a week at the Grammar School.

But they behaved themselves impeccably as they took me to the guest room, one girl holding each of my hands tightly but they were giggling to themselves at my obvious embarrassment, as they insisted on helping me to undress. I got down to my underpants and attempting to use my authority as a teacher I said. “Right out you go girls.”
But the next second I found that I was very professionally tripped and pushed backwards on to the bed with two young girls piling on top of me. My underpants were stripped from me and the next moment I was taken in a long passionate french kiss by one of the twins. The kiss was so fierce that I believed my tongue was getting sucked from my head. While the unoccupied sister was busy bringing my cock to full operating mode.
Even if they had never seen a cock before, and I could not swear to that, these girls certainly knew how to kiss! I was 24 years old and learning how to kiss from two 15 year olds! The next thing I knew, the other girl took her place and she in her turn continued where her sister had left off in gently winking me.

We were interrupted by their mother Fiona a few moments later saying
“Come on girls you should have had him in the shower by now, you can play with him later.” I was immediately very confused, I would certainly have expected the mother to have been angry at their very forward behaviour, but she was, by her much laid back attitude almost approving of their behaviour. I was not entirely disappointed as I was beginning to enjoy myself. Well who wouldn’t with two luscious girls like this? .So off I went to the adjoining shower room escorted by these two ravishing teenagers, expecting quite naturally to be allowed to shower alone in peace. Although by now I had concluded this was a very broadminded family. Just how broadminded I was yet to find out.