Back to school

Summer had melted to nothing. Back in uniform, Amabella’s blouse pulled tight across her tits, the pleated skirt barely covering the top of her stockings. The final bell rang. Everyone cleared out except the two of them. Biology books still open, but their own class was about to start. Nilla locked the door with a click. She stepped behind Amabella, slid her hands up the blouse, found hard nipples through the cotton and pinched. Amabella arched back, grinding her ass against Nilla’s thigh. Skirts rode up fast. Panties were gone in one rough tug. Nilla bent her over the desk. Face down, hips up, ass spread. She spit on two fingers and sank them straight into Amabella’s soaked pussy. Slow at first, then steady, knuckles deep while her thumb circled the tight knot of her asshole. Amabella whimpered, thighs shaking, then pushed back for more. They swapped. Amabella dragged Nilla onto the teacher’s chair, spread her legs wide and buried her tongue. She licked long and flat, then flicked quick circles over the swollen clit until Nilla grabbed her hair and rode her mouth. When she slid three fingers inside at once, Nilla came with a broken cry that echoed down empty halls. Still hungry, they dropped to the floor. Sixty-nine, skirts hiked to their waists, knees spread. Tongues and fingers working in messy rhythm—wet sounds, soft gasps, the sharp smack of palm on ass. Nilla sucked Amabella’s clit between her lips and didn’t let go until Amabella shook through a second, louder orgasm that left a slick streak across Nilla’s chin. They stayed tangled, breathing hard, the smell of sex thick in the warm classroom. First day done. Private lesson complete.