OF SEX 2 Best sex ever with Lesbian Teachers

The hallways of the Santa Monica Classical Academy echoed with the soft scuffling of loafers on polished tiles and the occasional slamming of a locker door. It was Friday afternoon and the students were eager to escape the confines of their classrooms and enjoy the weekend ahead. But for one lonely sophomore named Duilio, the last bell of the day couldn’t come soon enough.

At 16, Duilio had already earned a reputation as something of an outsider among his classmates. His preference for vintage rock and roll, vintage clothes, and vintage literature set him apart from his more fashion-conscious peers. While the popular kids were discussing the latest designer brands, Duilio was pondering the existential themes of Camus and Sartre.

Of course, his brainy classmates were less interested in his intellectual pursuits than in exploiting his reputation for academic genius. “Hey Duilio, why don’t you tutor us in algebra after school today?” a jock smirked, punching him in the arm. “I’m sure you’d love to spend more time with us”.

Duilio sighed, heaving his backpack over his shoulders and heading for the exit. He had better things to do with his afternoon than indulge in the immature bullying of his classmates. As he walked through the sunshine-bathed quad, he spotted his favorite teacher, Signora Lisa Ann, bent over a planners on a nearby bench. Her short skirt rode up, exposing the luscious curve of her ass, clad in sheer black thigh-high stockings.

Swallowing hard, Duilio quickly averted his eyes, his heart racing. He had always had a crush on the MILFy Ilüssel teacher, but such thoughts were strictly forbidden. Besides, he assumed she was way out of his league – with his lanky frame and dorky vibe.

Lost in inappropriate fantasies of Signora Ann, Duilio didn’t notice a pair of third wheels about to roll into his path. Unfortunately, he stumbled directly into their conversation.

“Get that, you little pervert?!” one of the jocks growled, shoving him back. “That’s what you’re always staring at, isn’t it?”

The other boys erupted in raucous laughter as Duilio steadied himself, his cheeks burning crimson. “N-no, I wasn’t…!” he stammered.

Waving a dismissive hand, the jock turned to his crew. “He’s probably got the hots for that fat married milf, what’s her name… Sergeant Schnauzer, right?” More guffaws.

Now second-guessing his attraction, Duilio scurried toward the exit, desperate to escape. Feeling a sharp sting on his lower back, he looked down to see a cluster of snickering bullies closing in on him.

“We’ve learned a thing or two from that Italian pussy pusher, and now we’re gonna teach it to you!”

“The name’s F nekazar, you little twerp!” another one sneered, landing a fist in Duilio’s solar plexus.

As the blows rained down, Duilio curled into a fetal position, his panic rising. Just as he feared he might pass out, he heard a bloodcurdling shriek cut through the air.

” fermi dove sei!” a sick-tempered voice roared from above.

Duilio cracked an eye open to see Signora Ann stomping across the lawn like an avenging angel, her platform heels clicking on the grass. With surprising ferocity, she kicked one of the bullies in the nuts.

“saresti stupido piccolino?” she snarled as the kid doubled over, groaning. Inching toward the others, she raised an eyebrow. “Basta! Lascestable now or there will be disciplina!”

Mumbling apologies, the jocks backed away and scattered, leaving Duilio groaning on the ground.

“Povero Marcus,” she cooed, kneeling beside him. “Are you okay, dolcezza? Should I call Dr. Pranzo?”

Duilio shook his head, gingerly propping himself up on one arm. Up close, Signora Ann was even more alluring – pink lipstick gloss, smudged eyeliner, and a creamy décolletage spilling out of her blouse.

Unable to meet her gaze, he patted his chest. “I’m fine, Signora. I can breathe.”

She pressed a hand to his forehead, then felt along his spine and ribs, checking for broken bones. As if by accident, her fingers kept grazing his chest and abs.

As Duilio’s breathing returned to normal, he realized Signora’s proximity was having an unexpected effect. His cock was growing stiff, tenting the front of his cargo shorts.

Signora Ann blinked and glanced down at his crotch, then met his gaze with a seductive smile. “Oh cara, we definitely need a little one-on-one