Treat Noelle and Wynnona well

“I want to take my time with you girls,” you say. “I’m going to strip both of you, one at a time.”

“Okay,” Wynnona says.

“Noelle, you first.”

The short glasses wearing brunette climbs onto your lap. You start with her pinafore, tugging the wide straps across her shoulders until they fall by her sides. She tries to stand so you can pull the pinafore entirely off, but you stop her.

“Tell me about yourself while I strip you.”

“Well...” she says in a cute drawl. “I’m eighteen this year. Class 1C, the top of my class.”

You fondle her breasts through her shirt, pausing every now and then to undo a button.

“My tits are C-cups. My first boyfriend used to play with them for hours. Is it weird I still think of him?”

“No,” you say, pulling off the last button. “Go on, and raise your arms.”

You take your time to pull the shirt up her upstretched arms. You can’t help but pause to fondle her tits once more, then the side of her tits, then cup your arm around her delicate armpit, and even run your fingers along the muscles of her delicate arms.

“My parents come from Austin, Texas, and they sent me here because they heard how it was one of the best finishing schools in the country. But I don’t think it is, I used to be an average student at my old school and I’m topping my classes here.”

Her shirt finally comes off. You catch a breath before cupping your hands round the bottom of her rear, and giving her a gentle nudge to prompt her to stand.

“Why do you think that’s so?”

“I think it’s because the students here fuck all the time. Like, I think about five to six boys cum in me every day. I hate the boys, they always make fun of me for scoring better than them and call me a nerd- even if it’s just because they’re to busy fucking to study.”

You slide the pinafore down her thighs. She has a small thigh gap, you note. It’s incredibly sexy. Her pussy even fully shaved, with small strips of fuzz to its top. You can already smell her scent even though she’s just standing in front of you.

“But do you like it here?”

You insert a finger in her pussy.

“Ah- ah! Yes, I- ah! like it.”

“Tell me what you want me to do to you right now.”

“Ah! I’m so hnng horny sir. I want you to- ah! fuck- AH!”

You feel the brunette’s pussy twitch around your fingers.

“Oh! I came!”

You withdraw it and smile at her. You taste your fingers, now completely coated with her juices. She’s a little sweet.

“That’s right Noelle. It’s Wynnona’s turn to get stripped now. Why don’t you take a seat and watch us while I unclothe her. Think of all the things you want to do with my dick in the meantime, all right?”

Wynnona hops onto your lap, and your breath catches in your throat. She might the prettiest girl you’ve seen yet, and you can’t wait to fuck her.

Naturally, your hands latch onto her tits, and squeeze them through the fabric. They’re smaller than Noelle’s, B-cups at the biggest and after a while you decide to fondle her thighs instead. Wynnona’s legs are the best part of her, you decide: long and thick.

“Tell me about yourself,” you say.

You bend down to kiss her neck and swirl your tongue around a small mole you find on its base. When you bite down, she shudders.

“My name is Wynnona. I’m nineteen, a year older then Noelle, and in the class above her.”

Your hands slide up her thighs, and play with the entrance to her pussy.

“That’s nice.”

“I’m the head of the Prefectorial Board.”

“Oh wow,” you say, sliding the blue straps off her shoulders. “Tell me about your job.”

“Well, I’ve to be the poster girl for all the Board’s initiatives. Which means I get fucked a lot by all the boys.”

You brush aside a few strands of her black hair from the sides of her breasts, making sure to brush over her nipples so she moans in the middle of her sentence. Flicking your tongue over them, she can’t help but scream.

“My nipples are real sensitive,” she gasps.

You don’t care. Putting a nipple into your mouth, you finger the entrance to her slit.

“Tell me about all the times you get fucked.”

“I was giving a speech once,” she said. “Ahh! And then the whole football team just came from behind the stage.”

The pinafore pools around her waist. You’ve unbuttoned the middle buttons of her shirt first, so that you can see her cleavage. The shirt pushes them together, you realise, giving them significant depth. You slot your hand between them, and start to caress their interior.

“One of them just grabbed AH! me and pulled me off the microphone,” she said. “Then he put his cock into my mouth, and AH! I already had my hands around two of their cocks, so I couldn’t do anything when they stripped me in front of all the students.”

You imagine the cute nineteen year old in front of you being gangfucked. Her white hands made small by two enormous throbbing dicks, her trying to speak but slobbering around another giant cock, her pinafore brutally ripped apart, bent over and legs spread in front of three hundred people, gasping and moaning, face flushed as she’s used like a fucktoy, but enjoying every moment of it. Each strand of hair on her head flying around as her cheeks bulge outwards, sweating and gyrating atop a cock; twelve muscular boys with their hands on her tits and all over her thighs.

“Ah! I enjoyed it,” Wynnona gasps. “Everyone was taking photos of me getting used like a slut and AH! I loved it.”

You’re unconsciously humping upwards. You’re very horny now, and waste no time ripping the rest of her apart. It isn’t long before the nineteen year old is naked on your lap, every inch of sexy leg and toned stomach bared for you to see. Wynnona has the figure of a model: not an hourglass, but wide at the hips and with incredible legs. Her bare face looks much better than most model’s ever achieve with the best makeup: her lips a natural healthy red, mouth slightly opened and gasping, eyes brown and shining with lust, face flushed with arousal.