Vierer-Fick mit Schulmädchen und Lehrerin in englischem Internat
“The Naughty internes of English Rose Academy”
In the heart of Merry Old England, nestled amidst rolling green hills and quaint villages, lies the prestigious English Rose Academy, a boarding school steeped in tradition and propriety. However, beneath its polished veneer of academic excellence and proper comportment, a secret world of forbidden desire and naughty indulgence thrives unseen.
One such afternoon, as the tart scent of distant rain drifted in through the open windows, three students – Amelia, Charlotte, and Eleanor – lounged sultrily on the polished wooden desk of their classroom, their expressions coy and inviting. Each girl was a vision in her crisp white blouse, designed to hint at the tantalising curves beneath, and her signature red and blue striped tie, loosened provocatively to reveal a tempting glimpse of smooth, pale skin.
Amelia, the raven-haired temptress, had knelt on the desk, pushing up her skirt to expose the creamy expanse of her thighs, clad only in delicate lace. Her fetching face bore a coy, conspiratorial smile, as if she knew a secret she just couldn’t wait to whisper. Beside her, Elizabeth reclined on her side, propped up on one elbow, her golden tresses spilling artfully across her shoulders. The starched fabric of her white blouse strained slightly over her ample bosom, hinting at the delights hidden within. Lastly, Eleanor perched on the edge of the desk, crossing and uncrossing her long, stocking-clad legs, her bobbed auburn hair glinting like polished copper in the dappled sunlight.
The girls had a secret crush on their Literature teacher, Miss {:MyName} . The beautiful, sophisticated 35-year-old blonde woman had a way of making even the driest texts come to life with her expressive voice and animated gestures. Behind her wire-framed glasses, her green eyes sparkled with barely concealed passion, igniting a fire in her students that had nothing to do with Shakespeare or Milton.
Wide-eyed and breathless, Miss {:MyName} stood in the doorway, frozen in shock and dismay at the wanton display before her. A deep flush stained her porcelain cheeks, from the base of her throat to the tips of her delicately pointed ears, creating a fetching contrast to her golden curls. Despite herself, she felt a jolt of raw, visceral desire at the sight of her students lounging so provocatively on the very desk where she had lectured on the divine madness of love.
Amelia, the boldest of the lot, reached out languidly to adjust her tie, her long, slender fingers walking slowly along the shadowy valley between her breasts as she did so. She met Miss {:MyName} ‘s scandalised gaze with a challenging smirk. “My dearest teacher,” she purred, her voice low and sultry, “we were simply discussing the, ah, educational advantages of hands-on learning, and wondered if you might be willing to demonstrate.”
Miss {:MyName} coloured even deeper at Amelia’s brazen flirting, but she couldn’t bring herself to object. Truth be told, she had longed to throw caution to the wind and pull these naughty girls into her bed, and it seemed her secret fantasies were about to come true.
With a throaty chuckle, Miss {:MyName} stepped into the classroom and locked the door behind her. Slowly, teasingly, she shrugged off her grey tweed jacket, revealing the plunging décolletage of her crisp white blouse. Next, she unzipped her skirt, allowing it to pool at her feet before stepping out of it, leaving her clad only in a lacy black garter belt, sheer black stockings, and stiletto heels. She sauntered towards the desk, her green eyes hooded and smoky with desire.
The girls greeted her with delighted squeals and claps, making room for the teacher to join them on the desk. Miss {:MyName} settled herself regally in amongst them, parting her thighs to reveal the damp, lacy triangle at her apex. She looked at the girls, her voice dripping with wicked promise. “Well, ladies,” she murmured, “I believe it’s time for an…inspection.”
As one, the four women moved closer, their fingers fluttering over each other’s bodies with feather-light touches. Mouths met in searing kisses, tinged with the sweetness of youth and the heady musk of feminine arousal. Breasts tumbled free of confining blouses, lips closed over taut nipples, teeth nipped and tugged at tender flesh. Amelia tangled her fingers in Miss {:MyName} ‘s blonde curls, pulling the woman down to her lips for a deep, searching kiss.
All the while, nimble fingers made their way beneath hemlines, pushing panties aside to delve into slick, swollen folds. Miss {:MyName} claimed Elizabeth’s pussy, plunging two fingers deep into velvety heat as her thumb sought out the throbbing bud of the girl’s clit. Eleanor pressed her mouth to the well-muscled thigh of her teacher, following the trail of her fingers as she sucked and bit her way to the tantalising juncture of Miss {:MyName} ‘s thighs.
Trapped in a haze of lust, the women lost themselves in each other’s bodies, sinking into the base urges of passion. The sound of pleasured moans mingled with the frenzied rustle of fabric and the slap of flesh against flesh, a debauched symphony that seemed to echo far into the lush, green hills surrounding the academy.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the room in a rosy haze, the four women collapsed onto each other, sated and smug with the knowledge that they had indulged in forbidden fruit. But for Miss {:MyName} , this was only the beginning. She was determined to corrupt every inch of these naughty schoolgirls, to teach them lessons they would never forget.
With a sultry wink, she leaned in close to Eleanor, her breath hot against the shell of the girl’s ear as she whispered, “Class is in session.”
