Sheena School, Scene #01

Mischa Brooks stepped into the room—long brown hair falling down her back, her body soft and round in all the right places. John Stagliano’s fingers found her nipples first. He pinched them once, twice, watching them stiffen, then pressed his face into the thin cotton wedged between her cheeks. The fabric smelled like soap and warm skin. Sheena Shaw arrived without warning, kicked off her shoes, and took over. She spread Mischa’s legs wider, laid her palms flat on the small of her back, and pushed until the stretch made Mischa’s breath catch. Then Sheena’s tongue slid forward and found the tight, puckered ring hidden beneath the cotton. Mischa shivered; the tip of that tongue worked circles, soft and steady, until the muscle gave a little. Fingers followed—slicked quickly, eased in carefully. A clear plug came next, then a thicker one, each toy pressed past the resisting muscle until both girls were open enough to watch. The holes flexed around the intrusion, pulling, then releasing in small, shiny gaps. Drool and lube ran freely down the cleft. They traded the biggest dildo between them, taking it deep until their throats seized. Spit ran in long strings, coating lips and chins. Sheena spat onto Mischa’s cheek, then rubbed it in with her palm, leaving a glistening streak across flushed skin. At the end Sheena lay on her back, mouth open, while Mischa straddled her and pushed. Warm milk came out in thick, white streams, hitting Sheena’s tongue and lashes, running down her throat and over her jaw until both girls were soaked and panting.