Sexting the Teacher: Part 1

Two schoolgirls on their way home couldn’t stop giggling about how often Miss Morgan looked at their tits and asses. Gina came up with a plan for payback. When they slipped into a back room at her place, Gina held the phone up and snapped pictures of Melissa’s bare tits first, then tugged Melissa’s panties aside to show the thin strip of cotton riding between her plump lips. The shutter clicked. Wet fabric flashed on the screen. Melissa reached for Gina’s phone, but Gina had already taken her place face-first, her bare ass so close it filled Melissa’s view. A rush of heat flushed through Melissa; she brushed two fingers between Gina’s cheeks, slid along the soft cotton and suddenly hooked it aside. Her breath hitched, but she didn’t stop. She snapped photos anyway—one clear shot of slick, swollen lips and Gina’s tight entrance—before rubbing the fabric slowly back and forth across the damp cleft. Gina whirled around, took Melissa’s breasts in her hands and squeezed hard enough to make them rise, then eased two fingers past the elastic of her panties. One stroke, then another, until the material was soaked. When Melissa arched into her, Gina dropped lower, spread her lips open and took a long, steady lick, tongue curling under the hood before closing around her clit. She didn’t stop until Melissa’s knees gave out and her moans hitched off into ragged gasps. She turned and leaned against the dresser, cheeks parted and hips pushed back. Melissa yanked Gina’s pink panties down to her knees and leaned in. She pressed her tongue flat against the tight ring, swirled in wet circles, worked fast until it glistened. Her own fingers slid under the elastic of her thong, rubbing quick and shallow. Gina trembled, breath fogging the mirror. Breath caught and released, Gina knelt and returned the favor: she licked slow, wet lines from the top of Melissa’s crease to her ring, pushed two fingers into her cunt and drew slick trails with her tongue. She kept going until Melissa pushed back on her hand. They ended up on the floor, thighs spread. Gina pinned Melissa’s hips to the carpet and rocked her own smooth cunt against her open folds. Their wet pussies slid together, silky and hot, until Melissa rolled on top and ground harder. Her hips rocked tight circles over Gina’s clit. Gina cried out and came hard, thighs shaking; the rush left a slick shine across Melissa’s cunt. Then she slid down, buried two fingers deep in Melissa and pumped until Melissa’s back arched and her orgasm rippled through her.