Минет от школьниц Marcelin Abadir и Sia Siberia

Title: “The Forbidden Fruits of Campus”

The hallways of St. Anastasia’s girl school were abuzz with illicit chatter. Amidst the creaking floorboards and fluttering skirts, Marcelina Abadir and Sia Siberia exchanged furtive glances. Little did the nuns suspect that behind those angelic faces lurked two mischievous minds.

As class dragged on, Marcelina leaned over to whisper to Sia, “Have you seen Marcel Camille’s new boyfriend? He’s hot.” Sia giggled and nodded. “I heard she’s showing him around the empty gym today.”

Marcelina’s eyes sparkled with an idea. “Maybe we should offer… additional lessons.” Sia smirked, the pair long having an unspoken game of indulging in the carnal pleasures they were slated against. With a ‘see you later’, Marcelina made her way to the ‘teacher-only’ backrooms of the science corridor after school.

Sia soon joined, after creating the perfect cover. They descended a familiar set of stairs, relishing the predictable emptiness of room 105. It’s where they stored unused science equipment. Marcelina was leaning against a table when Sia entered, all innocence. “See anyone?” Marcelina asked. Sia shook her head. Marcelina nodded, her mouth already smiling. “Neither did I.”

Suddenly, the door opened, and it was Marian Camille, Marcelin Abadir, their classmate, with their latest plaything, Marcel Camille’s boyfriend. Sia looked at Marcelina, Marcelina looked at Sia, and they both grinned. Appearing surprised, Marcelina said, “Sis, Sia. Um… what are you doing here?” Marcel Camille looked shocked, looking around, and nervously said, “Marcelina! Sia! I thought – we thought this room is our special place!”

Sia laughed; Marcelina asked quizzically, “Your place? We’ve always enjoyed that delightful emptiness of this room, haven’t we Sia?” Sia nodded eagerly. “You mean, you guys used to come here?!” Marcel Camille yelled, “For what?”

Marcelina grinned mischievously, “If you must know, to *delight* our mouths, engage our tongues, and put our lips to good use while school teachers aren’t around.” She winked at Sia. Sia licked her lips and said, “And happily, we’re very much still in the mood.” Marcel Camille’s boyfriend looked shocked and was just gaping.

Panic flashed across Salmonella’s face. “I’ve got an idea,” Marcel Camille said nervously, their voice quivering with anxiety. “How about we clean up this space and help put things away properly? Maybe you guys can show us what’s so fun about this place? And then,” Marcel Camille leaned in and whispered to Marcelina Abadir, “Maybe you and your friend could do… that thing you love here?”

Marcelina grinned, stepping forward and reigniting her confidence. “You bet we can.” Sia stepped up to Marcel Camille. “And believe us boys, it will be a pleasure to put your things to use.”

Marcelina giggled, “Perfect. Let’s open the boxes and get started!”

As they rummaged through metal boxes, Marcelina and Sia took charge, orchestrating the process to clean out unnecessary elements first. They picked out old notebooks, storybooks, and empty glass bottles, occasionally teasing the boys. “You two better pay attention. Maybe later you can pay attention to us?” Marcel Camille blushed deep scarlet, their boyfriend ingeniously ogling Marcelina’s body.

After a half hour, the work was done. Sia and Marcelina exchanged knowing looks, signaling a switch in pace. Marcelina smiled at the boys. “Boys, the *fun* part of the cleaning is about to begin. And…” she turned to Sia, “as school sophomores, I think we deserve some extra credit.” To the boys’ shock, Marcelina and Sia exchanged a long, open, passionate kiss.

Marcelina pulled away, smiling. “We can start with you,” Marcelina nodded toward Marcel Camille’s boyfriend. Marcel Camille let out a gasp. Marcelina sauntered over and fell on her knees, looking up at him. “Put him here so he can learn how we schoolgirls… take lessons.”

Sia eagerly helped, guiding the flabbergasted boy to a seamlessly, effortlessly, and deliciously wrapped toothache around their throbbing need, showing off her oral storytelling skills to deep, muffled gasps.

Marcelina watched first, then joined in, her tongue circling, her fingers drawing. Teasing, rolling, wrapping. Until all he could do was lurch, wrapping tightly, grunting, sighing. Then gasping. The boys were stunned, aroused, awestruck, and failed to notice Marcel’s sister joining Sia in her lesson.

When the unexpected exchange switched sizes and shapes, Marcelina hailed to Sia. Twisting them into ones of captivated communication, atop her knee, with gentle, quick movements that silenced the room into a stunned pantomime.

With the completing finish, the softened edges complemented their enquiring smiles. Shocked gasps were soon replaced by understanding nods, as if they had seen the truest reality. Marcel Camille rushed to their boyfriend and kissed the back of their neck. “Next time, next time…”

As they picked up the books and placed them aside, Sia asked Marcelina, “So… did you enjoy kissing me?” Marcelina grinned from ear to ear. “Of course, I did, you mischievous minx.” Sia laughed. “I think we should school girls should have some private classes, just for us. To practice…” She trailed off, Charlie bit her lip.

Marcelina giggled. “Well, girls?” Marcel Camille, blushing, responded, “We’d love that.” “Awesome.” Marcelina turned to her “lessons”-book clutched on her chest. “Because now it’s time for…” She paused for effect. “Advanced lessons!” Marcel Camille and her beau grinned with a nod, playfully trailing as Marcelina and Sia led the way to their special classroom.