Jill the Teacher My name is Jill Tiny chapter 19 by TinyLesbo

Jill scoffed. “…are you sure? Lotta hard surfaces in here. Gonna be super uncomf-“

”That’s okay!” Marcy cried, lifting one leg so her foot was resting on the bench, giving Jill unfettered access to the tender flesh between.

And her problems only compounded when Dana took a seat behind her, knees either side of the bench and blocking off Jill’s exit. Great, she grumbled. It looked like today’s lesson was going to be practical one.

”…fine then,” she shrugged. “But if you get cold or uncomfortable it’s not my fault, got it?”

”Got it!” Both girls cried in unison, and the noise about burst Jill’s eardrums. 

“…right,” she mumbled, wondering how the fuck she got into this one. “You first Marcy, and then Dana. I’m no expert, but it’s important to know the right words for-“

”Aw, why her first!” Dana whined.

”Because I’m facing her.” Jill said over her shoulder. In response, Dana picked her up and rotated her tiny body around. 

“How about now?” She grinned smugly.

And Jill just sighed. “…any problem with me doing her first, Marcy?”

”…does feel kinda unfair,” Marcy moped. 

“Well you can’t both go first.” Jill kneaded her forehead. “So you either take your turn like mature women, or settle it some other way. Which is it gonna be?”

It was at this point that Jill realised. Goading two naked tweens into fighting probably wasn’t a good idea. Getting caught in the crossfire - or worse - was a likely outcome.

But the words had been spoken now. If it came to that, she’d just have to hope she could get pit of the way in time.

The simmering pot started to boil, and-