Soothe Sue.

You approach Sue with your breasts still hanging out from your dress. Despite how worn your former sister looks, she's still very attractive. At least, to Mlle. Proust. You notice your panties start to dampen.

"Mon Cheri, it will all be okay," you say in a paltry attempt at Mlle. Proust's accent. Biting your lip, you stroke her chin.

"Mademoiselle..." Sue trails off as you brush her hair behind her ear and place your hand on the small of her back.

"Tu seras bien," you whisper, as your hand darts towards her ass, "You will be fine - tu es _tres _belle."

Visibly confused, she stares at your fully erect nipples. Noticing this, you grind yourself up against her body and lick the side of her face. You're growing noticeably wetter.

"M-aah..." Sue says as you grope her ass check and nip at her neck.

Although she seems confused, there seems to be vague semblance of attraction. Acting on this, you tear her shirt open. Her buttons clatter onto the bathroom floor. You begin to deftly fondle her exposed breasts, eventually bringing your lips to her puffy nipples. She moans in pleasure.

Grabbing a handful of her hair, you tilt her head back and force yourself past her lips until the both your tongues lightly flirt.

You then take her by the hand and lead her to a bathroom stall, where you sit on the toilet seat and pull her onto you lap. Without a pause you pull her tit to your mouth and begin to slobber on one of her nipples, while your hand lightly twists the other. She doesn't resist. With your other hand you slowly slide two fingers into her sopping cunt.

"Uah-Mm..." Sue exclaims, as you begin to pump your hand into her eager pussy. The sound of your fingers wetly slapping against her groin fills the empty bathroom.

You lift her up by the hair and pivot so that she's sitting on the toilet and you're kneeling over her skirt.

"Mada-" she manages to say before you bury your head between her thighs. You drive your tongue deeply into her used pussy. She doesn't taste good - kind of like old cum. This makes you unbelievably horny.

You nip at her clitoris and she tightens her thighs. It seems like she's about to cum. Realizing this, you stand up against the stall door, pulling Sue off the toilet by her shirt. She kneels down and pulls down your soaked panties. She hands them to you and begins ravage your pussy. You clench your panties in your fist as waves of pleasure wash over you.

Without thinking, your free hand paws at your breast.

"AAUUHH-" you can't help but scream out in pleasure. Trying to avoid attention you shove your wet panties into your mouth.

Between the taste of Mlle. Proust pussy in your mouth and Sue tactfully exploring your cunt, you can't help but erupt into an orgasm. Unknown to you, however, Mlle. Proust is a quiet the squirter.

You drench not only Sue's hair, face, and shirt, but also your own dress.

In the afterglow of the orgasm, and for the sake of reciprocity, you push Sue back onto the toilet seat. You force four of your fingers into her swollen gash and begin to fuck her with your hand. After only a few seconds, she's clearly cumming and you lean in to passionately kiss her.

No longer intoxicated by lust, you stand up and open the door to the bathroom stall. You fix your dress and your hair and look in the mirror. You look like you've just spent a night at the club. It will have to do.

You look at the girl before - breasts exposed, hair wet, shirt wet, and softly glowing. You can't leave her at school like this...