I nod at the cup. "In there is the proof of my love. Share it between you."
Hesitation. Blushes. Then shy Dana, the introvert, reaches for the cup and raises it to her lips. She grimaces at the taste, but she drinks about half — passing it to Gina, who finishes it off.
[Dana trust: 72 → 75]
[Gina trust: 69 → 72]
[Dana love: 20 → 24]
[Gina love: 13 → 17]
"Good girls," I praise them again. "For a perfect ending... kiss each other."
They don't need to be asked twice. They lean in and kiss — tentative at first, then hungry, putting their newfound tongue-knowledge to good use.
[Dana affection: 26 → 30]
[Gina affection: 22 → 26]
[Total earned: 3,300 PDP]
[New balance: 51,675 PDP]
I dress, calm and unhurried, and tell them to do the same. They find their blazers, their shirts, their bras, their skirts, cheeks still flushed. I hold the door for them, and they walk out into the corridor ahead of me, and they're skipping — actually skipping — all the way to their classroom.
I linger in the empty hallway, buttoning my cuffs, and let myself think it. I really can't wait to leave those two a sloppy, fully-fucked mess.
*Patience,* I remind myself. *Mary has to be handled first.*
I smile at the thought. "Well," I murmur to the empty corridor, "a double blowjob, or perhaps a three-way 69, ought to keep me patient enough..."
I roam the corridor and, a few doors down, run into Paul heading back to his office. He pauses. "Everything settled?"
"Everything was fine," I say. "Though you really need to wash your coffee cup thoroughly."
Paul is taken aback for a beat — then the penny drops and he snorts. "Next time, bring your own cup."
"Next time, I'll have my own goddamn school!"
We both laugh. Then I shift gear, dropping my voice. "That said, the encounter with the twins left me unsatisfied. Find an excuse to bring Hester out of class, and put an out-of-order sign on the girls' toilets."
Paul nods. "I'll handle it."
He is true to his word. Less than two minutes later, a smiling Hester es zooming down the empty corridor and stops in front of the toilets — where I'm waiting. I smile at her, then grab her hand and drag a delighted Hester into the toilets and the first empty cubicle.
The first cubicle is empty, the door swinging open at my touch. I step in and pull her after me, spinning her so her back hits the stall wall. Hester laughs, bright and unafraid, her eyes already dark with understanding. I slide the old bolt shut — worn silver with years of thumbs — and the out-of-order sign on the door does the rest.
It's cramped and dim, lit by the ceiling strip through the gap. A white porcelain toilet humped in the corner, a toilet-paper dispenser on the right, a metal grab bar bolted to the left wall. Hester's grin is wicked. "Ooh, daddy got us a private bathroom," she whispers.
"No talking," I tell her, and her grin only widens.
I grip the hem of her blazer and pull — it es away, folded, hung on the hook behind the door. Her white blouse stays. Her pleated skirt unzips at my fingers and falls around her knees, and she steps out of it, one foot at a time, until she's in blouse and panties and the striped knee socks, toes curling on the cold tile.
I point at the toilet. "On your hands and knees. On the lid. Face the grab bar."
She doesn't hesitate. She climbs onto the closed porcelain lid and settles onto all fours, turned sideways to the bowl, facing the grab bar, knees wide, hips tipped out toward the open side of the stall. She looks back over her shoulder with that hooded, worshipful gaze. My pet. My good little squirrel.
I unbuckle my belt, undo the button and zipper, then push jeans and boxers down to my ankles together. My cock springs free, thick and aching, and I step in on the right side of the WC, my shoes brushing the bowl's base as I stand behind her. I hook my thumbs in the waistband of her panties and lower them down her thighs — her tight little asshole bared first, then her tiny teen cunt. I run the head along her slit, teasing. She pushes back, wanting it, a soft whine in her throat.
"Not there," I murmur, my thumb tracing down to her asshole. "Here."
Her breath catches. Her eyes roll. She loves this.
I press my cockhead against her asshole, and she arches into it, taking me inch by inch, her fingers scrabbling at the smooth lid and finding the grab bar, her moan bitten off against her own shoulder. The bar clinks with the rhythm as I settle in — fucking her in the dim half-light of a school toilet, the empty corridor just beyond the door, my palm flat over her mouth to keep her quiet the way she likes it, the other hand gripping her hip and pinning her to the lid.
[Pervy act detected: anal sex (partial undress): 1,200 x 1.5 undress = 1,800 PDP]
I drive into her hard and fast, the way she wants it, the stall shaking, and she's trembling beneath me, hips rocking back to meet every thrust, swallowing her screams into my palm. Her knees slip on the lid, and she grabs for the bar, and I catch her, holding her up, fucking her through it.
She es first, clenching around me with a muffled wail I feel through my whole palm — and that's it. The twins left me wound so tight that three more strokes have me pouring into her, rope after rope flooding her ass.
[Pervy act detected: cumshot in ass (partial undress): 600 x 1.5 undress = 900 PDP]
[Hester — orgasm: 500 PDP]
I stay there a moment, buried deep, listening to her pant. Then I pull out with a soft pop and watch my cum leak out of her — a white trickle running down over her cunt onto the closed lid. She turns, dazed, and I gather it on my fingers and feed it to her. "Thanks, pet. Working on the twins left me all worked up."
She smiles at me, sweet and sincere. "It's all right, father. I will always be here, whenever and however you need me."
I pat her head and reply, "I know, pet. And I love you for it."
[Total earned: 3,200 PDP]
[New balance: 54,875 PDP]
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