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My College Teacher II
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2026-06-17 13:14:01A girl—Lily, from my literature class—stood frozen in the doorway. Her eyes widened in shock as she took in the scene: me kneeling between Elena’s spread thighs, Elena’s skirt bunched around her waist, her singlet pulled down, nipples glistening from my mouth, and my own face shiny with her juices.
Lily gasped loudly, her hand flying to her mouth. I froze, staring at her.
Ava's body tensed beneath me, her fingers tightening in my hair. “Lily—fuck,” she whispered, voice hoarse with a mix of panic and lingering arousal. Her cheeks flushed deep red, but she didn’t push me away. Instead, her thighs trembled around my shoulders.
My own heart hammered, a wild rush of fear and excitement flooding through me. I was doomed… or maybe not. Something darker and hungrier took over. I slowly pulled my fingers from Ava's dripping cunt, stood up, and turned toward Lily. She hadn’t run. She was still staring, lips parted, eyes darting between us.
I walked straight to her, my skirt still hiked up, panties soaked and askew. Without a word, I reached past her and pushed the door shut, twisting the lock with a loud click. The sound echoed in the suddenly thick silence.
“You’re not going anywhere,” I murmured, my voice low and bold.
Lily’s breath hitched as I stepped closer. I tilted my head and brushed my lips gently against the side of her neck. She shivered. I kissed her there again, slower, sucking softly on her warm skin while my hands slid up her sides. She smelled like vanilla and nervous excitement. I trailed open-mouthed kisses down her neck to her collarbone, then lower, pushing aside the strap of her tank top. When I reached the soft swell of her breast, I licked along the curve before tugging the fabric down, exposing one perfect, rosy nipple. I closed my mouth over it, sucking gently at first, then harder, flicking my tongue across the stiff peak.
“Ah—!” Lily moaned softly, her hands coming up to clutch my shoulders. She didn’t push me away.
Ava's husky voice came from behind me. “Lock it properly… and come here, both of you.” There was no anger in her tone anymore—just raw need.
I pulled Lily deeper into the room by the hand, her nipple still wet from my mouth. I guided her toward the desk where Ava sat, legs still spread, watching us with dark, hungry eyes. I kissed Lily again, deeper this time, sliding my tongue into her mouth as I pushed her back against the edge of the desk beside Ava.
While I devoured Lily’s mouth, my other hand reached for Ava, slipping two fingers back into her slick heat. She moaned into the kiss she gave me when I turned my head. I was now caught between them—fingering Ava's tight, dripping pussy with steady thrusts while my free hand slid under Lily’s skirt and into her panties. She was already wet. Soaking.
I rubbed Lily’s swollen clit in slow circles as I kissed down her body again, sucking her other nipple into my mouth. Lily whimpered, hips jerking against my hand. Ava's inner walls clenched around my fingers as she watched me pleasure the younger girl.
“On the desk,” I ordered softly.
I helped both of them onto the wide wooden surface. Ava lay back on one side, pulling her singlet completely off. Lily followed, flushed and breathing fast. I climbed between them, kissing Ava deeply while my fingers continued pumping into her. Then I turned and pushed Lily’s thighs apart, yanking her panties down and burying my face between her legs.
Her pussy was smooth and sweet. I licked her from entrance to clit in long, hungry strokes, sucking her clit while I kept fingering Ava harder. Both women moaned—different pitches, both desperate. I switched between them, licking Lily’s dripping folds, then moving up to suck Ava's nipples and thrust my fingers into her, then back to Lily, sliding two fingers deep into her tight cunt while my tongue worked her clit.
Lily came first, crying out sharply as her thighs clamped around my head, her pussy pulsing around my fingers. I didn’t stop, licking her through it until she was shaking. Ava pulled me up by my hair and kissed me fiercely, tasting Lily on my tongue. I straddled Ava's thigh, grinding my own aching clit against her while I reached down and rubbed Lily’s sensitive pussy with my other hand.
The office filled with the wet sounds of fingers sliding in and out of soaked pussies, moans, and heavy breathing. I made Ava come again on my fingers, her back arching off the desk as she gasped my name. Then I focused on Lily, scissoring my fingers inside her while sucking on her tits until she came a second time, louder.
By the time we collapsed in a sweaty, tangled heap across the desk, all three of us were flushed, marked with kisses and bite marks, thighs slick with arousal.
Lily looked at us with wide, dazed eyes. “I… I won’t tell anyone,” she whispered breathlessly.
Ava smiled, pulling both of us closer. “Good girl
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