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Snowbound Teacher: Two Scandalous Schoolgirls
(Kethandra Wilde)

"You know you can't touch us. Right?" Again, the confidence in her voice slipped. The vulnerability brought him back to a modicum of his senses.



"We shouldn't be here. You shouldn't. Doing this." He stuttered it out.



The little gymnast giggled. "And you teach English?"



Below, Trudy joined her, snorting. The arch was gone but she was still breathing hard, those delicate little nipples scrunched in so hard on her exposed, oh-so-pneumatic breasts.



"We shouldn't be here, doing what, exactly?" She kept her eyes on him while snuggling tight against the darker haired girl, one arm still disappearing below the covers. "I'm supposed to be here. Freezing my tiny tits off.



"You're supposed to be here, bringing me superior heating technology." She paused to look theatrically puzzled.



"So it must be what we're doing here that is so wrong." She looked, lingering, at his crotch. "Like a teacher, unzipping his pants to show to young girls his raging hard cock, already leaking out precum?"



Trudy made a small noise, a squeak at the last word. Missy smiled. "Trudy likes precum. A lot. Shhh."



The last was to silence a murmur of protest from below. "She tells me she likes the look of it, she likes the feel of it, she likes the taste of it."



 He gave another involuntary shudder.



"It wouldn't be good if anyone found out you unzipped your pants to show us your precum, would it?"



"No." His voice cracked. He stopped to gather enough spit to swallow. "It wouldn't be good at all."



"Then you know you can't touch us, right?"



"Very right."



"And it would be best if no one found out about any of this?"



"Right again."



"Agreed."



Her attention lowered. Trudy groaned, tensing and beginning to arch as the arm began its motion again. The blond nudged the comforter down with the side of her head, enough to fix her lips around the tiny, crinkled-cold center of a nipple.



He could not see the actual mouth on her nipple but he was transfixed with Trudy's face, her reaction. Eyes closed tight, mouth agape. A bright flush of red creeping up from her neck to flood her cheeks. Silent in her tension until the lips left her nipple with a loud pop. That brought a gasp.



Missy twisted her neck to look at him. "She's ready. Step closer. By the bed. That's it. Now show her. Make her cum with me."



With me. The two of us. Making this beautiful girl explode in orgasm. Too many times he had released to fantasies not so appealingly perfect as this.



Thumbs scooped down under his waistband, then out, away from him. Down again and his cock popped free. He wasn't sure which girl made which sound. It didn't matter. Both their mouths dropped open. A hand shot out from under the covers. Trudy's.