Things heat up

The room is thick with heat and the wet sounds of submission. Miss Harrington lowers herself onto the couch, her thighs parted, one hand guiding Lily’s head between them while the other pinches and rolls her own nipple to a stiff peak. Her breath hitches as Lily’s tongue finds her clit, lapping with the **** hunger of a girl who knows her place.

Behind Lily, you grip her hips and drive into her ass with brutal, raw strokes. No lube, just the tight drag of her virgin hole stretching around your cock. Each thrust punches a muffled moan out of her against Miss Harrington’s cunt. Her fingers scrabble at the cushion, tears streaking her cheeks, but she doesn’t dare stop.

You pull out of her ass, the swollen rim clenching around nothing, and step to the side. Lucy is still on her knees, her mouth wet and open. You grab her by the hair and feed your cock past her lips, fucking her throat until she gags, spit running down her chin. Her tongue works the underside of your shaft, **** and sloppy. After a dozen thrusts, you pull out, leaving her gasping, and slide back into Lily’s pussy, slick and welcoming, then back to Lucy’s mouth. You alternate between them—ass, pussy, throat—each girl taking turns being used, tears and saliva mixing on the floor.

Lily’s whimpers grow louder as you ram into her cunt, her body jolting forward, face grinding harder against Miss Harrington’s clit. Miss Harrington moans, arching her back, fingers twisting her nipple until it’s red and sore. “Good girl,” she breathes, pressing Lily’s face deeper. “Don’t stop.”

You fuck them both until your thighs ache, then pull out entirely. You walk to your chair, pick up your wine glass, and take a long, slow sip, watching the two girls pant and tremble on the floor. The wine is rich, dark, a perfect contrast to the mess before you.

Miss Harrington’s eyes burn into you. She’s wet, her thighs glistening, her cunt aching for attention. She rises from the couch, her naked body commanding, and strides to Lily. She grabs the girl’s hair, yanking her head back. “On your knees. Suck the headmaster’s cock.”

Lily crawls, obedient, her small tits brushing the carpet, and settles between your spread legs. Her mouth finds your cock, lips wrapping around the head, tongue circling the slit. She tastes herself, tastes Lucy, tastes the salt of her own tears.

Miss Harrington kneels beside her, a cruel smile on her lips. She picks up the empty wine bottle from the side table, the glass neck slick with leftover drip. Without a word, she presses the bottleneck against Lily’s gaping asshole—still stretched and raw from your fucking—and pushes. The glass slides in, cold and unyielding, filling her completely. Lily chokes, a strangled sob escaping around your cock, but she keeps sucking, because she has ****. She is a toy, a vessel, a thing to be filled and used.

Miss Harrington twists the bottle, watching Lily’s hole clench around it, then leaves it there, protruding obscenely. She turns to Lucy and points at the floor. “Lie down. Face up.”

Lucy obeys, her body trembling as she lies flat on her back. Miss Harrington swings a leg over her face, lowering her wet cunt onto Lucy’s waiting mouth. Lucy’s tongue darts out immediately, licking and sucking, her hands gripping Miss Harrington’s thighs for balance.

Miss Harrington sighs, grinding her hips against Lucy’s mouth, watching with hooded eyes as Lily’s head bobs between your legs, the wine bottle in her ass glinting in the low light. “There’s nothing quite like watching a young teen service a real man,” she says, her voice thick with pleasure. “The way she struggles. The way she accepts. The way she knows she’s nothing but a hole for us to use.”

She rocks against Lucy’s tongue, her hand reaching down to slap Lily’s ass, making the bottle jostle inside her. Lily whimpers but sucks harder, her nose pressed against your pelvis, tears streaming.

You lean back in your chair, one hand tangled in Lily’s hair, guiding her rhythm. Your cock is slick with her spit, her throat working around you as Miss Harrington watches, her own pleasure building, the room filled with the wet sounds of three girls being used exactly as they were trained to be.