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Substitute Twins Ch. 01

By: Goddess_717



With high school graduation only 2 weeks away, my mind was focused solely on making it through the day as quickly as possible. I was ready to leave this stuffy building and my drab uniform behind. The short, red, black, and plaid skirt seemed to get even more boring the more I wore it and my short-sleeved, button-up white shirt had a hard time holding in the chest that decided to finally show up this year. It seemed like the fabric got tighter each day. Until recently, I wore tank tops under my shirt and sweaters over, but this year I grew out of my shell and decided it was time for the guys in my school to take notice. 

Before my senior year, I was ashamed of my tiny frame and long legs. I felt lanky walking the halls. Even at a young age, I stood taller than most of my classmates. When my growth spurt hit my junior year, I grew even taller, peaking at 5'8". At first, my added height threw me into a panic. The last thing I wanted were more eyes on me. But as I started watching myself in the mirror, height wasn't the only thing that decided to show itself. By the time the summer hit, my body had transformed from an awkward girly figure to that of a lean and curvy woman. Even my green eyes seemed to be a little brighter and my long, dusty blonde hair seemed to be shinier. The only thing I felt my figure lacked was a nice chest. My barely B-cups seemed almost undeveloped compared to my new body and I feared they would stay small.

I made myself the vow that my senior year would be one that not only I would remember, but I wanted my classmates to remember me too. It started subtle at first, I started leaving the sweaters behind and putting on a bit of make-up, but it started growing into rolling my skirt higher, buying strappy heels to lift my ass, leaving more buttons of my shirt undone, and making sure my sexy bras were visible through the white of my uniform shirt. Near the end of the year I noticed my barely B's had grown into full C's. It seemed as they grew, so did the lump in the pants of my fellow male classmates and even in some of the male teachers. I knew my goal of being remembered was working.

Two weeks before graduation, a mere week after my 18th birthday, I started feeling bored with my usual display. I had gotten a few dates but none of the boys in my grade seemed mature enough sexually for my taste. Just as I was starting to lose hope, I walked into 5th hour English only to be greeted by a tall man in black slacks, blue dress shirt and a navy tie. He had dark wavy hair and eyes that matched his shirt. He couldn't have been over 25 but had muscles that placed him out of the high school age category. I took my seat in the front row, the seat that I was fairly sure my middle aged English teacher had given me so he could look directly down my shirt while standing or up my skirt while at his desk.

"Hello class. I'm Mr. Jacobs. I'll be taking over Mr. Tucker's classes for the rest of the year while he sorts out some personal issues," he leaned himself against his desk as he explained further, "I know most of you are fairly prepared for the final exam he's been warning you about, but I figured a little more review couldn't hurt."

The next hour passed with a few failed attempts at me getting Mr. Jacobs' attention by licking my lips or twirling my hair. I even attempted to play with the deep v created by my partially unbuttoned shirt, hoping to draw his eyes to my ample cleavage, but nothing seemed to take him away from his task at hand. When the bell signaled the end of class, he told us all to have a nice day and took a seat in his desk. I bent deeply over to grab my books from the floor, making sure to face my ass his direction. I knew he wouldn't miss the show as long as his head wasn't down. When I stood back up and glanced his way, a small smile crossed his face as he seemed to adjust himself under his desk. I met his eyes with mine as a devilish grin found my face then turned and left the classroom.

Sixth hour seemed to fly by as my mind wondered to racy images of Mr. Jacobs and myself. I imagined him bending me over his desk or pressing me up against the dry erase board. By the time the bell rang, I was greatly considering skipping 7th hour to head home and alleviate myself of the aching I had between my thighs. My conscious, however, screamed louder than my dripping pussy and I decided to head to my Science class.

My books were set out in front of me and the bell had already rung as another Mr. Jacobs entered the room. This one was dressed in a grey shirt, black slacks, red tie and his hair was lighter and shorter. He placed his briefcase down and turned toward the class.

"Hello everyone. My name is Mr. Jacobs, but you guys can call me Mr. J. I'm sure some of you have already had my brother in Mr. Tucker's class so I figure Mr. J will be less confusing. I'll be stepping in to finish the year for Ms. Yoder while she takes care of some personal issues."

"And by personal issues he means Mr. Tucker," my friend Gina whispered in my ear.

"Grab your study packets and we'll jump in to exam review."

Mr. J was a bit easier to distract than his brother. Frequently, I caught his eyes fixed on my chest or trying to hide the bulge in his pants. I spent the next hour biting my lip when we locked eyes and pushing the edge of my skirt up when I knew he'd notice. I knew by the end of the week I could have him stripped down in the supply closet if I wanted.

The following week passed quicker than I had hoped. I spent every 5th and 7th hour trying to keep my substitutes' attentions and seeing how quickly I could get them to adjust themselves. When Friday rolled around, I was pretty sure I had the twins wrapped around my finger. Mr. Jacobs no longer tried to avoid staring at every inch of me and Mr. J found every excuse to touch my shoulder or brush by my desk. I had decided my goal was to get one of them out of their clothes before the school year ended. Mr. J seemed like the easy option.

"Mr. J?" my hand shot up about halfway into my last hour of the week.

"Yes Courtney?" Mr. J approached my desk as his eyes skimmed my body.

"I'm still not quite getting this last section of the review packet. I was wondering if you had time after school to help me out with it," I bit my lip and ran my finger up and down the open collar of my shirt, "I really can't afford to fail this test and it would mean the world to me if you could help me out."

"That shouldn't be a problem. Meet me back here after class and I'll help you," he gave me a flirtatious smile and headed back to his desk.

The bell rang and I quickly headed to my locker to grab my things. Before I returned to the classroom, I stopped by the bathroom to sneak into a stall and remove my panties. They were already wet with anticipation. I undid one more button and made sure my red lace bra peaked slightly out of my shirt. After making sure my hair was in place, and my make-up was flawless, I headed towards my destination.

"Hey Mr. J. Thanks for doing this. I really appreciate it," I found him sitting at his desk, eyes fixed on a laptop.

"Not a problem. It's my pleasure," he shut his laptop and put it away. His eyes instantly ran the length of my figure, taking in everything from my strappy red heels, knee length white socks and tanned legs, through my skimpy school uniform, all the way to the sexy look I had waiting on my face.

I slinked over to his desk and walked around to where he was sitting. His chair rolled back far enough to allow me to place myself directly in front of him. My ass found the desk as I lifted my right foot onto the armrest of his chair.

I bent over enough to give him a good look down my shirt, "Oh no Mr. J, it will be my pleasure."

I grabbed his hand, placed it on my leg, and slowly began to lead it upward. Once it had found the hem of my skirt, I released it and started unbuttoning my shirt. He started kissing the inside of my thigh and pushing his hand further up until it was gripping my lower back. His kisses turned into tiny licks. Goosebumps flooded my body when his breathing reached the lips of my pussy and I waited for him taste me. Seconds seemed like minutes until finally his hands pulled me deep into his wanting mouth. My head tilted back and my body arched as his tongue danced across my dripping snatch. He was careful to only tease me but not send me over the edge. After torturing me for an eternity, I wrapped my fingers in his hair and pulled his face deeper. He caught on quickly and latched on to my swollen clit, sending a gush of fluids into his mouth in a matter of seconds.

After he licked me clean, I slid from my seat on his desk down to my knees. My hands found the knot straining against his pants. As I started messaging him through his clothes, his head tipped back. In one swift motion, I released him and slid his pants and boxers down to his ankles. I wasted no time. My tongue found the tip of his shaft and a moan escaped his lips as I teased it. My hand worked his length as my tongue continued dancing circles around the head. 

"Mmmm. That's it," his hips started rocking towards my mouth. His hand tangled in my hair and he pushed my head down until I felt his dick reach the back of my mouth. He guided my head up and down as his moans grew louder. I kept sucking down his precum until I knew he was about to explode. I forced my head down and took his entire length, holding just long enough for my hand to find and tease his balls. This was just what he needed to release his hot seed down my waiting throat. I swallowed every drop eagerly as his body relaxed.

His hands ran through my hair as mine continued to run up and down his cock. Once it became hard, I stood up, turned myself around and bent over his desk. He rose and pushed his pants aside as his fingers undid his buttons and tie. He threw them to the side and lifted my skirt up until my ass was completely in view. I turned my head to meet his gaze as he guided his dick to my wet pussy. He grabbed my hips and forced himself into me. I moaned as a wave of pleasure flooded my body. He continued to rock back and forth, smooth and steady at first.

"Faster Mr. J. Fuck me harder," I begged, meeting his eyes with mine. With no hesitation, he rammed his cock deeper. His smooth motions transformed into hard, powerful thrusts. I moaned as he hunched over and found my bouncing tits with his eager hands. He pinched and kneaded my nipples through my bra, never interrupting his rough, pounding rhythm. I knew I wouldn't be able to hold back my orgasm for much longer.

"I'm going to cum Mr. J. Make me cum!" His hands clutched my hips a final time as he made one absolute and deep plunge. Simultaneously, moans escaped our lips. My body fluttered as he emptied load into my soaking snatch. He collapsed on top of me and our heavy breathing started to calm. Just when I thought he was finished with me, he stood up and turned me around. I could see he was already hard again and I could feel myself starting to drip. One of his hands swiftly released my aching breasts from their lacy prison as the other steered his cock back to my sopping hole.

His mouth latched on to my hard nipple and his tongue began to flick the tip. His thrusting started deep and powerful and never let up. He took turns pleasuring each of my engorged nipples with his devious tongue. My legs wrapped around his back and my nails dug into his shoulder blades. We swayed in rhythm with one another, back and forth and back and forth, until my legs enclosed tighter and my nails dug deeper. He knew I was about to finish and I sensed he was as well. Our eyes locked as we pulled each other closer. When he was as deep as he could get, our bodies became rigid with powerful orgasms that left us shivering. 

Once we finally released each other, we both put our clothes back on and made ourselves presentable, "Thanks for study session Mr. J." I kissed him on the cheek and walked out the door.

Substitute Twins Ch. 02



My first encounter with one half of the Jacobs' twins left me curious to discover the second half. I met them just a short week ago when one took over my 5th hour English class and the other my 7th hour Science class. Mr. J, who took Ms. Yoder's place in 7th hour, was the easiest to seduce. By the Friday after we met, I had him bending my 5'8", tanned frame over his desk. All it took was a bit of adjustment to my school uniform, buttons undone on my white shirt, black and red plaid skirt rolled up, but his brother seemed more conservative. It took me all week just to get him to openly check me out. I was hoping by Monday or Tuesday I could have my way with him as well.

After a long weekend, the Monday of our last week of school had begun. I had decided on a black lace bra under my thin, cotton shirt, unbuttoned enough to expose all of my cleavage. Even though it didn't show itself in the V my shirt made, I knew the bra was clearly visible through the shirt. My strappy red heels were replaced by a pair of black stilettos and my skirt barely covered my tight ass. My long, dusty blonde hair was pulled into a curly pair of low pigtails. I figured if I played up the school girl look, I would keep Mr. Jacobs attention. By the time 5th hour finally rolled around, I was wet with anticipation. I took my assigned seat in the front row just as Mr. Jacobs entered the room.

"Hello class. I hope all of you had a great weekend," he set his briefcase on his desk and turned to face us. His eyes flashed to mine for a quick second but then proceeded with his introduction, "Our exam is scheduled for the end of the day on Wednesday. The principal has informed me that once you are finished, you may head home. The next two days we will be focusing solely on anything you feel like you need additional help with. Now, pull out your study guides and let's get started."

Mr. Jacobs spent the next hour obviously going out of his way to avoid me. I only caught him checking me out a few times, but each time my gaze met his, he swiftly changed his focus. I thought all my work breaking down his defenses the following week had gone to a waste. The bell rang and I gather my books, discouraged and puzzled.

"Courtney?" I turned his way when I heard him ask my name as the other students filed out of the room, "Are you having any difficulties with any parts of the review?"

He cleared his throat and shifted his weight from foot to foot. I could tell the conversation was making him uneasy and I instantly knew his brother had told him of our 'study' session. Even though his body language made it seem like he didn't want anything to do with me, the swell in the crotch of his pants told another story. My eyes found his as a sly smile appeared on my face, "Now that you mention it..." I slinked towards him as he bumped into his desk, "I am having some trouble with a few things," by now he was almost sitting on his desk. I forced his legs apart and wiggled myself between them. My hands adjusted his tie as my eyes met his. After a brief second, I moved my cheek to his and whispered in his ear, "and I'd love for you to help me out." I felt him shiver before I pulled away, turned and walked out of the room, a triumphant smile exposed across my lips.

I spent the rest of the day distracted by dirty thoughts. Even in 7th hour, my mind was more focused on Mr. Jacobs than his brother, whose eyes hardly left my body the entire hour. When the bell rang, I practically ran to my locker to grab my things. I thought about stopping by the bathroom to dispose of my panties, but remembered that I never even bothered to put any on this morning. Instead, I headed straight to my English classroom. 

Mr. Jacobs was at his desk rummaging through papers when I walked in. I could tell that he was nervous, his hands were shaking and his attention seemed short. When the door shut behind me, he eyes rose and looked me over from head to stiletto, "Thank you for coming Courtney," his voice shook as he greeted me.

I smiled at the idea of his nervousness and slowly strolled his direction. When I reached him, he pushed himself back in his chair. I sat on the edge of his desk and crossed my legs. He fidgeted with the end of his tie, "Honestly, I'm not sure what I'm doing. My brother told me what happened between you two."

"Do you want me Mr. Jacobs?" I took his tie from him and pulled him and his chair closer.

"Yyyesss..." he stuttered.

My lips found his ear, "Than take me."

It was like my words unconstrained him. In an instant he stood, lifted me from the desk, turned and pressed me up against the dry erase board. My body quivered with pure passion the second my back hit it. He pressed his mouth against mine and my legs enclosed around his back. From my lips, his kisses trailed feverishly down my neck. My fingers wound themselves in his dark, wavy hair as my head tilted back to allow better access to my collarbone. After minutes of intense kissing and wondering hands, he set me down long enough for my hands to release him of his clothes and his hands to take off my bra and shirt. His cock stood at attention as he grabbed my head and forced it downward.

"Suck my dick you filthy little slut," the command in his voice surprised me but only fueled my hunger. I fell to my knees and engulfed him whole. He grunted as he began to fuck my eager mouth, rocking his hips back and forth. I continued to suck and swallow while he kept rhythm, only interrupted when he allowed me to play with the tip. He tensed up and I knew he was close to release. His hands held my head still when the base of his cock reached my lips, "Swallow it," he demanded and I sucked hard as his warm load filled my throat.

"Good girl," he praised, but only after I had finished every drop. While he reenergized from his strong finish, his hands, still wrapped in my hair, lifted me up to a standing position. They then guided me to his chair and forced me to bend over into it, "Stay," was all he commanded as he released his grip. He lowered to his knees behind my exposed ass. His hands parted my cheeks as he dove in between. I could feel his tongue flick the edge of my pussy. My nails dug into the chair as my knees shivered with pleasure. He continued to move up and down from dipping his tongue deep into my snatch to teasing my asshole. Finally, he flipped me over and sat me on the edge of his chair. He dove back in, going straight for my moist mound. My hips bucked wildly and I moaned as he continued to suck and nibble me. His tongue made one final sweep to clean up any dripping juices before he latched on to my tender clit and sent me over the edge, gushing streams of cum into his mouth.

By this time, his dick had become rigid again. He pulled me up from the chair and sat down. I climbed on top and positioned myself over him. Without warning, he forced his cock upward, causing a flood of lust up my body. He gripped my hips and forced them up and down in a fast and forceful motion. My tits bounced in response in front of his face until he engulfed one in his mouth. The skim of his tongue across my nipple sent my head back and a loud moan left my lips. His mouth danced from breast to breast as his hands continued to guide me up and down. I started moving my hips in slight circles. He latched onto my neck and bit down as he finished a powerful orgasm, which sent me into one, "Oh yes Mr. Jacobs!" I moaned as my cum slid down his shaft.

"Now clean me up," he ordered. I climbed down from his lap and to the floor. I eagerly sucked our juices from his recovering member. By the time he was clean, he had become hard again. He stood, picked me up, and slammed me into the dry erase board. Before my back even hit, he was already deep inside me. The impact cause a slight flutter of pain as his cock reached maximum depth but desire overtook as he began to thrust in and out. Instinct seemed to fuel us both and we instantly fell into sync. My arms wrapped around his neck and my legs gripped him tight. I nibbled his earlobe as we kept rhythm. He continued to pound me, knocking me against the board. Our grips on each other got tighter the closer we came to climax. My arms left his neck and my nails found home deep in his shoulder blades. The sudden pain sent him into a frenzy. He forced me back against the wall hard as we both seized with extreme pleasure. 

After resting for a few moments, he set me down and we both began reassembling ourselves. Once we were presentable, he spoke, "You're lesson is through. You may leave,"

"Thank you Mr. Jacobs," I gave a small curtsy and left the room.