Although this is the usual school atmosphere. If only they didn’t break the lesson, during the work they learned not to pay attention to these little things. I never thought that I would become a teacher, even as I was studying at the university I hoped that I could find another job. But after marriage, fate brought me to school. I thought that I could not stand it, but gradually I became involved. Sometimes I saw the hot eyes of the students, good answers. About the bad will not. I looked at the clock on the wall, another 25 minutes before the end of the lesson. You can still ask someone and go to the new material. It just scrolled in my head, as there were some sounds of shooting and an explosion. The whole class turned, and I got up.
- Yaroslav. Quickly turn off the sound. I told you how many times. - shouted and approached him. - Stop playing in lessons.
- Olga Mikhailovna. I do not play. - he started hiding the phone. - It is itself. I did nothing with him.
- Look. Once again it will be. Take the phone. You understood me? Or do you want to tell us about the Third Wagon?
- Not. I will no longer. He muttered, without raising his head. - Can I tell you another time.
- How to learn a lesson is not ready. - I just sighed and returned to the board. “Okay, I'm kind today.” The next lesson is preparing a material and an additional message.
I noticed how he frowned. I still felt sorry for him, and he was angry. Although with his grades it would be better to go somewhere after the 9th grade. How he will pass the ZNO. The boy is cute, the girls run after him, but the level of knowledge wants the best. I sat down at the teacher's desk. A gust of wind shook the cold fall through the window. She reached out to the battery. Slightly grimaced, if so and tomorrow will have to dress warm. I have a gray dress with a long sleeve to the knees, a black belt accentuated my slim figure. It is good that she wore warm tights and boots, who knew that this way the weather will deteriorate in a day. I rubbed my cold hands and shivered. She put a couple of additional questions, looked at the pupil, she looked at me so sweetly. Weakly, well, at least trying, let it be 9. She sits down in satisfaction.
Looking at the clock. Enough for today. I'll tell them a new topic. Turned over the page in the textbook. The same sound came again. The class quickened, the noise echoed around the office.
- Quiet all! - I said loudly and got up. - Yaroslav. I told you that I did not understand. Turn off the phone. Answer you are not ready yet and you are breaking discipline.
- Olga Mikhailovna. I myself do not play it. - the student began to justify himself with a guilty expression. - I will not.
- Last time I warn you. Once again I hear something from you, you get a unit, pick up the phone and give it to my father only.
The class responded with a noise to my remark, but quickly calmed down. He knocked me out of my mind. Oh yes, I wanted to give new material. I went back to the blackboard and started telling a new topic. Everyone relaxed a little. Here the girls are whispering about something, the guy on the last desk is writing something, and you can’t make a comment to everyone. Well, at least some listen. Maybe something will remember. I walked quietly at the board, tapping my heels on the wooden floor. The rain was still disgustingly dripping small drops into the large windows of the class. I rubbed my hands and through the prism of droplets on the glass looked out onto the street. Rare pedestrians, hiding under the domes of multi-colored umbrellas in a hurry somewhere. I continued to tell, and thoughts going home. Two more lessons will have to run through these puddles, and the left boot will let in water.
A nasty sound of an explosion and some screams again spread throughout the class. I angrily looked at Yaroslav. All moment subsided and waited for my reaction. Well I asked him normally, I understand that it is stupid, but not as much. I did not want to squander. But this is arrogance. And if so now everyone will start playing with sound.
- Yaroslav. Come here with the phone. - I commanded him in an angry voice. - Do not you understand. Bring the phone here. And I will give only to my father. What did I tell about?
He sat and did not move. Only the complexion has changed. I would give him by the neck, well, where would he be half a head taller than me? He has a father, let him deal with him.
- I'm talking to. Yaroslav! Quickly with the phone over here. Do not delay all. Otherwise, you will study the topic yourself and give it a test for the entire class in the next lesson.
Class rustled. Reluctantly, he rose from his seat and put the phone on my desk. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. He lowered his head guiltily.
- Can give after the lesson, as last time. - he muttered and looked at me hopefully.
- I warned you. Father will go all give him. Do not learn yourself, do not bother others. What topic are we studying?
The guy lowered his head and was just silent. The girl from the first party wanted to give him a hint, but she noticed on herself my gaze immediately lowered her eyes. The class became almost quiet. I took the pen and began to search for the desired cell in the magazine.
- Olga Mikhailovna, do not. I promise no more. And the report will prepare for the next lesson. Please do not put a unit.
I drew him a beautiful one. He just sighed. We had to think before. Well at least experiencing, all is not then lost.
- You can sit down. At the next lesson you will make a report. We will listen to you, see what happens with your assessment. - gave him hope for a better mark.
The lesson went on without incident. The phone quietly lay on the table and did not make a single sound. He thinks that I do not understand at all, I am 27, not 57, that they can lie to their elders. The remaining two lessons were calm. Nothing stood out among the hundreds of others. The weather just did not please. I wanted to sit where I was by the fire, with a glass of wine, to look at the raindrops outside the window, or even with my beloved man. Now I have to go home through these puddles. With these thoughts, I finished my lesson. She took off the map from the blackboard, took the purse and the magazine and along the long dark corridor to the teacher’s room to the noise of the children. Now put the magazine, bring the card into the office and go home.
A couple of guys chased down the corridor. I almost knocked the magazine with the map out of my hands. I wanted to shout and stop them, oh well, let them run, and sometimes you will drop in at a break in the class, and everyone just sits in the phones or tablets. I opened the door to the staff room. I met Alena, she came to school about half a year later. Slim, with long brown hair. The legs in black tights nicely attracted attention.
- Do you have everything for today? - She asked and smiled.
- Yes. Now home. Weather only. - I nodded my head towards the window. - I don't want to do anything. Do you have another lesson today?
- Good for you. And I still have a lesson in grade 10. - Alena sighed and looked somewhere away.
- I had them today. She took the phone from Yaroslav, said she would give it to her father. I played the whole lesson, so I did not turn off the sound. They got me with them.
A colleague nicely nodded her head in agreement. I took my jacket from the closet, quickly dressed, walked over to the mirror. Slightly straightened her hair, it was possible to paint her lips, but I didn’t have any mood, I didn’t want to paint. I bring the card now and go home. She buttoned up her jacket, picked up a cracked and yellowed map from the table. When will buy new ones. All they have no money. One hope for sponsors or upcoming elections. I said goodbye to my colleagues and went out ...
into the corridor.
A man looked at the age of 40-45 years old in a black coat, a white scarf, in his hands he nervously twisted a leather cap. Dark, hair, light gray at the temples. I looked at each sign on the door, in a dark corridor it is not so easy to do.
- Good day. - I greeted him loudly. - What class are you looking for?
- Good day. - he answered me and approached. - I'm looking for a teacher. Can you tell me where she is?
- That door over there. - I pointed with my finger and got ready to go on.
- Thank. And you will not tell Olga Mikhailovna still in place?
I somehow started, as if I was called to answer. Why do I need him, or maybe this is Yaroslav's father. I never saw him before. Although my son's hair is lighter, I did not consider the rest of the features in the dark corridor in detail.
- It's me. - I said quietly and stopped. - And you, probably, father Yaroslav?
- Yes. - he answered sadly and nodded his head. - Where will it be more convenient to talk to you?
“Come, I need to take the map and talk along the way.”
We went down the hall. I just noticed how he looked at me appreciatively. I briefly told him everything that happened. He reacted quite calmly to all my comments. I returned his son's phone to him. My father threatened to talk seriously and that now he would go to school with an old push-button telephone. To which we both smiled. Another little talk about academic performance. If there are any problems, to immediately put him on notice. The conversation went smoothly. We kindly said goodbye. I went to the komorku with cards, and the man went in the opposite direction. I put the shabby map on a large rack. Why did they make them so huge, it is difficult to get something from the upper shelves. I just sighed. It would be better to buy new cards. I closed the door and went back.
The lesson began, and in the quiet corridor, my heels beat. I had to step more on the fingers. I went down to the first floor, walked past the wardrobe. The kids got dressed and spun around the mirror. I looked at myself over the heads. It is quite nice. As I went to school, we almost had pensioners alone, and now there are also young ones. I straightened my hair, put on a hat and went out into the street. The cold autumn wind made dope in the face. I wondered if I could get an umbrella. No, better so go. Light rain, and in this windy weather, it will only bother me. I shouldn't get wet for about 15-20 minutes to get home. I buttoned up the jacket above and quickly walked on the wet asphalt. The main thing is not to enter the puddle, and then the left boot is leaking. I will receive a salary, maybe buy a new one or take these for repair. I left the yard with the children. A gust of wind showered rain on his face. I walked along standing cars. Cars drove up along the road, raising clouds of spray. I tried to keep closer to the houses, I still lacked these reckless drivers.
- Olga Mikhailovna. Olga Mikhailovna! - I heard a voice and began to look around. - Come here. Are you home
- Yes. - I replied, and began to go on the wet sidewalk.
- Hold on. Let me give you a ride. I'm on the car anyway. Where are you going?
- Thank. Sorry, I do not know your name and patronymic. I'll get there. Do not worry. - I smiled at the father of Yaroslav and prepared to go on.
- I'm Nikolai Fedorovich, you can just Kohl. I'm still a car. You sit down Soak it up, the rain gets worse, but you don’t have an umbrella.
I looked up at the sky. Big dark clouds floated in the wind. I have an umbrella, although why should he talk. I just did not want to get it out of my purse. May sit down with him. I just felt the moisture in my boots seeping through the tights. The man was nervous and waited for my answer. I won't get wet, but I can wet my feet.
- Good. - I agreed and went to the car.
Nikolai smiled at me. Opened the front door. I sat in a gray Opel with EU numbers. The man closed the door and began to go around the car. I looked at the cabin, at the panel, through the raindrops on the windshield a little, as you can see. Nikolay quickly got on the driver's seat. Put the key in the lock.
- Where are you going? - he specified and started the engine.
- It's not far away. At the end of the street, then to the right and stop there near the kindergarten. I'll go further.
- Do not worry, I'll take you home. It is not difficult for me. It's nice to know that now such young and beautiful teachers.
- Thank. - I was slightly embarrassed by his compliment.
The brushes swiped the water out of the glass with quick motions, and the car smoothly moved. Maybe it's good that she agreed. I looked at the soaked pedestrians. The stove started to work and the warm air blew pleasantly into my legs. The man switched gears, his hand went almost close to my knee, I somehow deviated. stories about sex Noticed that he was looking at my feet. The pleasant warmth spread through the body, I wanted to look at him, but I was ashamed, now it seemed to me that he was looking at me, and I was just looking at the dull landscape outside the window. Drops beautifully rolled through the window of the door, the car sweated a little.
- You are on the watchman with Yaroslav. Show them who is in charge, and if anything, call. Do you have my phone? - Nikolay addressed me and interrupted his thoughts.
- Yes, I look at the magazine, there are phone numbers of parents. You understand that with them it is not easy now. Age such. Some games on the mind and girls.
- Yes, I understand you. - he quietly agreed, looked at me and again on the road. - With us, too, was not easy. From the phone just was not. Well, that just did not invent. And the slingshot brought, chairs smeared with wax. - he recalled with such nostalgia, and I just giggled. - A chalk teacher to put on a chair, it was a trifle. Girls cuddle in the corner. Now they do not indulge in this?
- With slingshots and chalk, somehow, during my work time was not. Well, girls squeeze. Age such, and girls do not mind. - I giggled again, now remembering my school years. - Your Yaroslav seems to be meeting Katya from a parallel class. Often I see them together at recess.
He looked in my direction again. Frowned slightly. I wanted to say something right away, but I thought about it, I was probably choosing the right words. The car stopped at a traffic light. The red signal shimmered beautifully in raindrops on the glass.
- I do not allow him to be friends with her. Her father does not know where, and the mother drinks, men drive home. Her friends have some kind of muddy.
“At school, I didn't notice anything like that behind her.” She studies well, tries, always wants to answer. She loves history and came to the Olympiad. - I wanted to say that his son could barely remember a few dates, but decided to remain silent. - She was unlucky then with her parents.
Lit green and we went further. The wheels rustled pleasantly on the wet asphalt, throwing spray on the sides. I was warm in the warm cabin I even felt hot. I unzipped the jacket. Noticed how Nikolai looks at my figure and legs. It seemed to me that now I would put my foot on my knee, but his palm lay on the gear lever.
- Do you live yourself? I would have such a beautiful history teacher. I would try to answer at every lesson. - he smiled at me, but again looked at the wet road.
- Thank. - I was embarrassed again and giggled. - With husband. Rent an apartment.
- What is your husband doing? - he looked around, the car smoothly turned into a less busy street, overcoming a rather big puddle, as if the ship was dispersing a big wave.
- He is a sales agent working. - I replied and watched as the water splashed out onto the sidewalk.
- You see how wet it is here, and you wanted to go on foot. I'll take you home now. I will spend with my son prevention. He will love my story do not worry. And he can not see the phone. Just do not understand.
- I would not disturb you. Well, you know, if so everyone starts.
- You did everything right. Do not worry. Young teachers are always hard. You would have to go to the model, but not .
teacher to school.
I just giggled his compliment. Our eyes met, but quickly diverged. He was looking at the road, and I was at the trees and fallen leaves. It seemed to me that he was looking at the legs covered with tights, but did not dare look at him. Pleasant warmth spread through the body, my pussy reacted with a light portion of juices, and the nipples filled.
- Thanks for the support. Not easy with them now. I myself thought to quit.
Before I could finish, the car flew into a hole flooded with water. I just screamed, I just hit my head. His hand lay on my knee, slightly moved. I turned and looked at him, he looked at me. Shivers spread throughout the body.
- All is well? You did not hit? Scared? - he put his questions and, as it were, calmed me with light stroking of the leg.
- A little scared. My head just hit. I answered and rubbed my head with my hand, then looked at the man.
- I didn’t know that there was such a pit there, you can leave the wheel in it.
He noticed a look and removed his hand from his leg. Why did he do that, I thought, and looked at him, maybe mechanically or so scared. I sank so. I just sighed softly and lowered my hand from my head.
“Stop me there, please.” Then I will go. - I asked and pointed to the place.
- Yes, I'll take you home. What is left. See how wet and wind it is yet.
- Good. - I agreed and sighed. - Then there, at that turn to the left, then to the end and there on the right and right away the house.
The man smiled at me, once again looked at me so appreciatively. We spun between the houses. The car stopped, he muffled the engine. I started to fasten my jacket. Rain pounded on the metal roof, as if the drummer was trying to play his melody. I coped with the lock.
- Thank you very much. - through the quickly fogged glass, she once again examined her yard. “It would have gotten wet in this weather, if not for you.” Thanks Nikolai Fedorovich. - I smiled and he began to open the car door. - Next time I hope to see you for a more pleasant occasion.
- Olga Mikhailovna. It is always nice to see you. Such a beautiful young woman. You do not worry, and I will deal with the son today.
He smiled at me like that and wanted to hold me with his eyes. It seemed to me that I blushed, as if not an experienced girl on the first date. It is a pity that his son did not go to his father. Handsome, tactful man.
- And do not want to go for a cup of tea or coffee? - I suggested, unexpectedly for myself, more out of politeness being under the influence of his gaze.
- Yes, I will not refuse. The weather is like that. - He immediately agreed and pulled the keys out of the lock.
I was a little confused. Why invited him. It broke off by itself, if he hadn’t brought me, I would have wet my legs for sure. I opened the door and went out into the street. A man came out behind me and closed the car. I quickly hid under the visor on the porch and began looking for the keys to the door in my purse. It is good that there is no husband at home, he would not be jealous, but why bother with questions. I opened the heavy metal door. Knocking heels, rose and pushed the elevator button. He stood behind me, and turned to turn around, but I did not move and nervously looked at the burning call button. Old elevator opened. We entered it.
- The seventh floor. - I said quietly, going through the keys to the apartment in my hands.
Nikolai pressed the button. Lift with a screech moved to the top. Now I stood behind him, looked at his smooth-shaven skin. Began to remember what I have for tea. We went out on the right floor. I opened the wooden lacquered door.
- Come on in. - I said softly, with a gesture, I invited my guest inside. - Take off your clothes if you wash your hands, so the bathroom is there. Come into the room. And then the kitchen is small.
- Yes thank you.
I put the bag on the pier, and she began to undress. She took off her hat and jacket, took off her boots. The man took off his coat and hung it on a hanger at the entrance. Black suit, light shirt. They made Nikolai so personable. He smiled and went to wash his hands. I quickly slipped into the small kitchen. She put the kettle on, found cookies and waffles, made a few sandwiches with sausage. Put it all on a tray and went into the room. Our apartment is one-room. Furniture is not very much. TV at the window on the stand, a large sofa, which serves as a bed. The wall along the wall, the usual wallpaper in yellow flowers. Small coffee table. I removed from it and put the tray. The man sat comfortably on the couch and watched me. Somehow it was not clever.
- Will you have tea or coffee? - I asked and looked at him.
He thought, appreciated with his eyes, smiled. Tilted heads slightly to the side.
- I think I'll be coffee. I want to cheer up. In this weather, only sleep in a warm bed. - we almost simultaneously smiled. - And you dress is very coming. You are so even more attractive. All the boys are looking at you exactly and ...
Then from the kitchen came the loud whistle of the kettle. I flushed slightly, what he wanted to say. I sometimes noticed on myself the views of students.
- Thank. I'll make coffee now and come.
I quickly went to the kitchen. She looked at her reflection in the glass of the hanging cabinets, a light blush on her cheeks. I got two mugs. I decided to make myself a weak coffee. And why my hands are shaking, I noticed how sugar is crumbling. Excitement only grew. Really, I want him. I shook my head. Well, he's cute, attractive. I poured him a spoonful of coffee, and only a little for myself. She took a kettle and poured water. From the mugs stretched a pair of strings and rushed to the ceiling. Now all this must be conveyed and not poured. I took the mugs and went to the room. Nikolai Fedorovich met me with a tender glance.
- Let's help Olga Mikhailovna. - He offered and immediately rose.
- Careful, very hot. - I warned him and put the cups on the table. - You can just Olya. Now bring sugar, but I did not know how much you love.
- Yes, do not run. I do not like sweets. Sit better. And your husband will be back soon?
I glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. So here a couple of minutes for the third.
- Not soon. It's closer to seven. Don't you hurry? - I asked and sat on a small stool.
- Today I have no more cases. Only I will bring up the son as I will return Receive from me how not to listen to the teachers.
I noticed how he was looking at my legs, I tried to lift the dress, but it turned out that it did not want to reach up. He turned his legs to the side, otherwise he could look between them.
- And you have Olya cozy apartment, only so small. - Continuing Nicholas and began to chew a sandwich.
- Closely, but we remove it, and even at the current prices for utilities. - I smiled and took a cookie.
- My wife and I also, when I was young, were shooting similar in the Khrushchev center. And you still have everything ahead. - he began to eat the second sandwich. “Are you comfortable on this stool?” Sit on the sofa, or else he is spinning all the time on it.
I just smiled. It only seemed to me that he wanted to look under my dress, and I did not dare to sit next to me. I got up and sat on a soft sofa. I heard a light aroma of cologne. I did not know what to say to him. The room is slightly dark, can turn on the light. Why did I call him. It burst out. She glanced at him, twisting her fingers nervously.
- And why are you not eating? And then I got hungry for something. I did not eat anything in the morning, but the sausage smells so much.
- I had a snack at school in the cafeteria. - I answered quietly and took the waffle, the crunch spread around the room.
- Now, too, do they make tasty cutlets? I loved them very much at school.
I just giggled and looked at him. She shrugged. I did not remember anything special for me. Even now I sometimes eat in the dining room, but more than just a bun with tea. I cracked the waffle. There were little crumbs on the dress, I slightly lifted him up to shove them into my palm. It is evident that he has a healthy appetite. The man began to eat another sandwich. Since I would ...
and two was quite enough. I coped with the crumbs up and poured them on a napkin. Sat back.
- Olya has beautiful legs. All look at them and look. He said, chewing, and his hand touched the knee.
I froze. Shivering and fever carried through the body. I understood that I had to remove his hand, but he seemed to be hypnotized by me. He gently stroked his knee and his hand reached up a little, I was all sweating, my cheeks were burning. The hole immediately responded with its juices. I breathed deeply. The hand moved higher and reached the edge of the dress. I just swallowed. I understood that I had to stop him, but I could not. Lust and desire seized me. The hand climbed under the dress. I turned and looked at him. My fingers stroked the inside of my thigh. I did not know what to say to him. I saw him for the first time in my life, he is the father of my student, but I wanted him at that moment. I breathed deeply. As an experienced man, he understood my arousal. The dress rose a little higher, fingers touched my crotch.
I raised my hand and laid it on his foot. He leaned even more. His warm lips touched my hot cheek. Pleasant warmth spread through the body. What I do right at home. I'm not so shy, but right at home with an unfamiliar man. Yesterday my husband was fucking me on this couch, and now I'm ready to surrender to him. We must get up and go, we must find the will. He kissed the ear, neck, cheek. Panties soak with every movement.
- You smell so sweet Olya. - his fingers slid the crotch. - You're so wet.
I just moaned a little, which gave him more confidence. The hand is now more squeezed my foot, tried to get to the current hole, my lips touched, and I responded to his kiss. I felt his breath as our lips rubbed. Another palm fell on my chest. The standing nipples rubbed against the bust cups. He began to lift the dress higher. I unbuckled my belt, lifted my ass on the sofa, and he quickly raised it and pulled it up, now hands. Nikolai pulled him off me, and I stayed in the same lingerie and pantyhose. Now nothing prevented him from stroking my stomach, getting into the crotch. Panties soaked in through. I moaned quietly.
- You are very beautiful. And the figure is super, and the legs are so beautiful. - He muttered in my ear and squeezed his chest.
- Thank. I replied with a groan and touched his groin with my hand.
- How I would like such a teacher.
His fingers tried to press the clitoris, I groaned and bent. His member is ready for action. Nikolay himself took off his jacket and put it on the back of the sofa. I leaned over and began to unbutton the belt. Meanwhile, Nikolai fiddled with the clasp of her bra. He was weak and hung. I coped with the belt, threw my bodice to the side. His fingers felt and twisted my nipple. Excitement is increasing. I cheat on my husband at home, what a bad and depraved girl I am. He straightened my hair, and could not cope with the lock on my fly.
- Nikolai Fedorovich, I can not cope with your castle. - I said quietly and looked at him.
- Now. - he smiled at me and stroked his head. - And let's just Kolya. Here. - he somehow looked around. - Not a formal setting.
I just giggled, sat down on the couch more comfortable. He examined my second size breasts, protruding from excitement nipples. Kohl himself tugged at the castle, but he did not succeed either. I just giggled.
- Do not tear. Maybe so remove. - I suggested and smiled broadly watching his attempts.
Now he was embarrassed. I expected when I could get access to its trunk. I do not know what kind of attempt was successful and he managed to cope with the naughty castle. We both breathed a sigh of relief. He got up and took off his pants, then his shirt. He still has a good body, a small tummy does not spoil it, beautiful muscles in the arms and chest, light hairiness. My husband has almost no hair on his chest. He sat down on the sofa from his panties peeking a beautiful rounded head. I ran my hand along the trunk. He responded pleasantly.
- Jump to me. - He motioned me to gesture.
I climbed onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around me and pressed me, leaned over and started kissing my breasts and nipples. I stroked his gray hair. Kohl nibbled my nipples, and wanted to cling to his back. I breathed deeply and flowed. He began to climb under the edges of warm tights and pull them down. It seemed to me that the front door would now open and my husband would enter and catch me after all of these. I closed it, or not. From the excitement and his caress thoughts were confused. Although where he was going today to go through the villages, and if he did not go in this weather. Not so would have called. If he doesn’t call, it means no. He squeezed the nipple so that I screamed.
- Painfully? - He asked and guiltily looked at me?
- Yes, be careful.
He pulled me closer and took up my nipples again. I moaned, threw my head back and straightened my hair, leaned over him and kissed his head. He abruptly threw me on a large sofa. I just screamed, not expecting such a maneuver from him. I lay on my back with my legs raised. He began to pull off my warm winter tights, I lifted my ass, he pulled them further. It seemed to me that he would break them now. I wanted to help him, but Nikolai did it himself, pulled them off and threw them aside. Stroked my legs, gradually going down to the elastic black string. They are completely wet from my juices. He coped with panties faster, and they flew to the floor of the room. He admired my shaved crotch, swollen lips, speaking clit. Everything shone from the discharge. Warm fingers touched his lips, began to rub the grease. I closed my eyes and groaned.
- How are you flowing. Always dreamed teacher fuck. Especially like you. - Said Kohl and his fingers slipped inside. “You're so wet over there.” Yes, you can hammer a whole class.
Fingers spun in me, massaged the walls of the vagina. I just moaned and said nothing. I breathed deeper, my hand stroking swollen nipples. He pulled out his fingers and gently pulled them, leaving a wet mark on my hot body. He held them on the tummy, chest, chin. They touched my wet sponges. I opened my mouth on the machine, and he plunged them into it. I felt the taste of their secretions. My fingers slid along my tongue, I wrapped my lips around them lightly.
- Like to suck? - He asked and began to pull off the panties that were clearly interfering with him.
- Yes. - somehow I mumbled with fingers in my mouth.
- It was necessary to drag you back to school wherever you are and fuck. From would be on the desk in the classroom and on your desk. Bend on him and from have.
I smiled at his words and sucked my fingers. I flowed even more. Kolya somehow pulled off his pants and threw them to his clothes. Its trunk is completely ready for action, so smooth, with prominent veins, oblong head. Medium-sized in appearance 16-17 centimeters, a little thicker than usual. The man spread my legs a little wider. He pulled out his fingers and pushed me so that I lay more in the center of the sofa. Hands lay on my chest, he leaned over and we kissed. I felt his breath, the heat of an excited male body, the slight smell of sweat. He painfully twisted swollen nipples, his tongue tried to spin in my mouth. I breathed deeply and stroked his back, my head. I wanted more and more to feel his hard cock in my hole.
Nikolai settled down a little higher, straightened my legs, leaned his stone stake on my expiring hole. Slightly pressed and easily penetrated the vagina, I just bent and groaned, squeezed his back and squeezed to her. His trunk easily entered me at full length. Oh, how good, I did not think about anything, I just wanted to stop and finish under his onslaught. I did not have to wait long. Kohl moved rhythmically. The sofa squeaked slightly and swayed, the hole squished, I moaned. Little by little, he scored those, added slaps of bodies, the member reached the uterus. Instinctively, I podmahivala, trying to take it deeper into himself. I felt sweat beads on ...
his back. I tried not to moan so loudly. I didn’t know whether I was working or not, so that the neighbors would not hear the sounds of our passionate sex.
- Do you like it? Like? You fucking teacher. Do you want to finish? - in a fit of passion, Nikolay shouted at me and with such force entered me.
- Yes! Yes! Want! Really want to! Do not stop. I do not have long left. - with loud moans I tried to answer him, I didn’t know if he was reading my words or not.
- Oh you slut! Hold on then!
I pressed his wet back even harder. The man sped up, I was already throwing the beginning on the sofa, it seemed that I would hit my head on him. The member fell out, but quickly returned to me. I wheezed and moaned, tried to bite my lip, but the moans escaped from me. Push, another one, as if by an explosion from the inside engulfed a strong orgasm. I lowered my hands, my insides throbbed. Moisture from the hole flowed on the sofa. Kohl pulled his penis out of me, and a jet of sperm spat on me flew to my neck, hit my chest, followed by the second, as he finished, followed by the third. My whole stomach was covered with white liquid. I breathed deeply, it became so hot, my whole back was sweating. His trunk glistened from my discharge. Droplets of seed hung on the head and just dripped on me on the sofa.
- Wow, as well. Fuck, as well. - Nick patted my leg and sat on the sofa, brushed sweat from his forehead. - Well, you're hot stuff. Now all the teachers are like that?
I didn’t want to talk at all. My thoughts are far away, I'm in heaven. I came to myself and lay with my legs apart. Droplets of semen streamed down from me on the sofa. Kohl put his hand on his leg and stroked it. Milo looked at me, his face glowing with happiness. I wanted to get up and the network, he poured me all, if I stand up, it will flow on the sofa and carpet. It is necessary to wipe something. Kohl took his cup of coffee and took a few sips. I just swallowed, what a big drop of sperm on the breast and nipple. Goosebumps ran through the body. I kicked the man gently with my foot. He looked at me, I bent my chest closer to my mouth, stuck out a tongue and held them across my chest and nipple.
In the mouth felt the taste of his seed. A little bitter taste, I haven’t fucked for a long time, after all, my husband has better sperm, I repeated my movement once more. He opened his mouth and looked at me, it seemed that now he would drop a mug of coffee or a sofa, or himself. I repeated the movements once more. I wanted to get up, but that was how I lay.
- Why are you doing like this? - He asked a question and put the mug on the table.
- Do not you like it? - I asked again and more pointedly twisted her tongue around the nipple.
- I thought that I would not. And now I want my depraved teacher again. I see you like condensed milk?
I just giggled and nodded my head. She licked the last drop of seed from her breast to which she could reach.
- Ah, so you love ...
Now a smile appeared on his face. He took a teaspoon from the table. He leaned in my direction. Apparently noticed the question in my eyes, smiled again.
- Now I will feed you with a spoon. Look here at you how much her. It was necessary to say, I cum in your mouth. And my shy, and you're done. Lucky kids, that they have such a teacher. Probably all the boys are jerking off on you. I will ask my son. If I had such a teacher, I would jerk on it every day.
- What are you, stop talking nonsense. - I said angrily and pushed him with my foot. - Do not try to ask him.
- Okay. - he agreed laughing and stroked my leg. - Let's feed you.
I just giggled. Kolya leaned over, scooping up the white liquid in my navel with a teaspoon. Visually, it seemed that there was not so much of it, but it turned out like a big puddle, like on the street today. I continued to laugh. What I just did not feed, but a spoon of sperm in your mouth. I started all over, and my pussy responded with a large portion of juice.
- Let's open your mouth. Be a good girl. - he brought a spoon to my lips.
I laughed, but my mouth opened. The metal of the spoon touched the teeth, and I giggled, I can’t even imagine how it looked from the side. I do not remember when I was last fed this way, but also with sperm. I felt a bitter-tart taste in my mouth, lips wrapped around a spoon, and he pulled it back. I opened my mouth and showed him cum on my tongue, and then I swallowed everything. I felt the fluid dropping into my stomach.
- I did not know Olya that you are such a wicked woman. I want you so again. You want more sweet. - He asked and began to collect sperm from my belly with a spoon. - Lucky your husband with you.
- Yeah. - I agreed and giggled to his words.
- Open your mouth again.
He brought a spoon and a few drops from it fell on my lips, and I quickly licked them. This time I quickly swallowed everything. In places, the drips dried out and skinned. For the third portion, he gathered with difficulty. I quickly ate her. Little prank led us with a new force. He was so cool collecting the remains from the navel. I spun and flowed. Kolya collected about half a spoon from me. The last portion I thought, he slowly brought the spoon to my lips, I opened my mouth and was preparing to swallow everything. He smiled and put the spoon in my coffee and began to stir. And I wanted to mouth. So also original.
- Do you want to drink? - smiling asked me a man and raised my cup.
- Coffee with condensed milk? - I clarified rose on my elbows, a slight chill swept through the sweaty back, I shuddered.
- Yeah. Especially for the best teacher in the world.
I giggled and sat on the couch. Droplets of white liquid rolled over the body. Kohl handed me a mug. The smell of coffee pleasantly hit in the nose. I took another warm mug. She sighed, took a few sips. She felt nothing, took a few more sips. He smiled at the man, he stroked my leg, lightly touching the swollen and wet lips. I drank my coffee and set the empty cup on the table. His cock now seemed even thicker to me. The veins were so beautiful. I could not resist stretching out my hand and beginning to gently drive on the trunk. He immediately responded with twitching and throbbing. What a solid, I gently played the nail with the head. Kohl slightly groaned himself.
His strong hand lay on my neck, he tilted my head. I sat sideways to him and lowered my head. The head of the penis rested on my lips. I easily let in my mouth. A shiver of excitement passed through the body. My wet lips touched his cock. Yesterday I was sucking my husband in a similar position, prevented him from watching football, and now I suck a stranger. A member rested against my throat, I tried to swallow deeper, but I could not. But now I wanted to suck and suck it. Kohl lightly gathered my hair and began to try to set the pace.
- Suck. Show me how you can. Would you like to have blowjob lessons? I would suck in front of the class.
I tried to say something to him, but well, some grunting came out. What are his big eggs, no wonder so much sperm was. I let his cock for his cheek, felt with his lips strips of swollen veins. Her mouth was filled with saliva, and she ran down the trunk to his eggs. I gently stroked them with marigolds. He extended his hand and began to squeeze my chest. I swayed slightly, as if I wanted to plant one more member, and at that moment he would not be superfluous. He gently pressed, began to be heard characteristic sounds of fucking in the mouth. I even regretted drinking my owl coffee, it seemed to me that he might now be asked to return.
His hand slid on and tried to grope the clitoris. The member rested on the throat, and the head entered into it a bit, tears appeared in the eyes. I could barely catch the air. Nikolai pinched the clitoris. It was impossible to moan, but the body shuddered from such as from light current shocks. The room became darker, I remembered the time. How much I fuck with him, I wanted to raise my head and look at the clock on the wall, but his hand firmly held my head. He enjoyed trying to plant him deeper into me.
- Why, like that, that's great. Swallow the head. - he pressed on my head. - Wow, good. Come on teacher, deeper ...
take it.
I tried to push him away. But he did not let me go. I wanted to swallow saliva. In the eyes of the moments flashed multicolored specks. There was not enough air. I took almost to the ground. Moved as she could. It seemed that I was looking at myself from the side. Like, his dick slips into my throat. Now something else was flowing from the nose.
- Yes, a little left. Come on, try to papilla. - difficult breathing said Nicholas and slightly moved his hips trying to plant deeper.
I moved faster. His trunk stiffened, pulsed, the jet hit me in the throat. I twitched. He could not hold me. I have risen. I tried to swallow everything, the second shot hit my face and hair. She grabbed the air in big gulps. Heat went through the body. Droplets of sweat appeared on the skin. Large drops of white liquid and my saliva flowed down the trunk. I wiped my chin and face with my hand. Breathing gradually stabilized. Just now I saw a decent puddle of my juices on the couch. How to clean it all up. Exactly, while my husband, I turned my eyes, but I could not focus on the arrows immediately. In the twilight of the room, I peered at the black numbers. I heard her counting seconds.
It is just so dark. She sighed with relief, there is still time. I looked at Kohl. He rather sat back on the couch. Dick slightly limp. I straightened my hair, leaned toward him, and with a few motions I collected drops of semen. He twitched slightly. His hot hand lay on my back. He stroked me.
- Nice nipple. You know what you need to clean up after you. - He praised me and patted on the shoulder. - Husband so suck every day? Lucky for him and his wife. My so sucks, as if it is not a member, but ... - he thought, choosing words. - The snake is nasty and slimy.
I released his dick and laughed at the comparisons.
- I like. - I answered laughing and straightened hair.
- It can be seen. - he just sighed, hugged me and hugged me. “When I was driving, I was wondering how to plant you.” Such a woman is gorgeous, legs, figure. And you called me to her.
He felt my breast with his hand and squeezed it, twirled the nipple. I closed my eyes just lay on it. I wanted to finish, he lowered his hand below and quickly began to rub the clitoris and lips. The squish sounds spread across the room. I groaned, he did not slow down, tried not to penetrate deep into me. I myself did not understand how my body moved to meet him. He raised me a little higher. I myself spread my legs wider. Now he tried to penetrate me with two, three fingers. Moans of pleasure broke from my lips. I reached out and stroked his limp trunk, he pleasantly responded to touch.
Kohl was still moving faster. I already bent. All the muscles tightened, I squeezed my teeth so as not to scream, and a portion of juices splashed out of me, and I immediately collapsed on the sofa. Breathed deeply and quickly. Such relaxation and enjoyment came. I just wanted to lie down, all thoughts and problems left me. His wet hand slid over my body, again buried in the lips. I opened my mouth and two fingers lay on my tongue. I felt good taste of lubricant, sperm.
- Olya, are you alright? He asked in my ear and kissed him.
- Yes. - I answered quietly and nodded her head. - So easy and good.
- And me. I haven't fucked like that for a long time. Maybe that's not it. I'm sorry. Carried you. - he gently hit me on the nose with a wet finger. - Slutty you are my teacher. You if any problems with these small will tell me. I know many parents.
- Good. - I nodded my head.
He began to squeeze my breasts and nipple again. I looked out the window. The rain never stopped, gray clouds flew off into the distance. And I feel so good. Only the sperm dried out and reminded of itself. I looked at the spoon lying on the table and smiled. I'll have to play with my husband like that, he will definitely like it. Lips stretched into a smile. Kohl began to kiss my ear, cheek. His hot breath pleasantly warmed.
- Want more? I got up on you again. He whispered and put my hand on his erect body.
Shivering passed through the body. But I wanted more and more. I ran a wet dick.
- Yes I want to. Fuck your teacher. - giggling I asked him and tried to look at Nicholas.
- Yes, I will take you with pleasure. Depraved teacher.
I just giggled at his words. Probably, he accurately represents how he fucks me in class. Heat excitement spread through the body. He patted my wet skin in places with his hands. I breathed deeply and arched. We as we could caress each other. He kissed me, I answered the same, stroked him, touched the standing trunk. I wanted to be on it again, to feel it in myself.
- Jump on me. Do you want to jump?
He let me out with a hug. I climbed on him again, as at the beginning of our entertainment, only now we are completely naked. Kohl directed his trunk in my direction. I gently sank to him with her pussy. I could feel him plunging into me. I sank down on him. Straightened his hair, a man hugged me. I put my hands on his chest, and we began to sway. Impulses of pleasure flowed through the body. I moaned, he leaned over and tried to kiss me. I galloped myself, he threw up, loud body slaps spread around the room. It seemed that with every movement I was falling more and more on him. It penetrates deeper and deeper. The sofa squeaked, his chest swaying from side to side.
- You feel good? - He asked hard, not slowing down.
- Yes! Yes very! - I shouted in response, and I waved her pelvis.
His hands held me tightly behind my back. There were drops of sweat on our bodies, I did not pay attention to the dried sperm. We just spun up the pace. A member began to pop out of my bleeding holes, I had to quickly return it back, I did not want him to leave my hot womb.
- Yes! Fucking lecturer come on. Show me what you are capable of.
I had little control over what was happening. It seemed that the sofa is now failing. I grabbed him tightly by the arms and shook me all over. The waves of orgasm swept through the body, and Nikolai continued to hammer my hole. I did not understand, I cried or not, moaning. I lowered my head to him, and he forcefully cast his stake into me. Hole squished and flowed. Then the second orgasm immediately rolled on me. I seemed to fall into the world of eternal bliss. He gently lowered me to the sofa. Member left my hole. He says something, but I just looked at him and blinked my eyes. He raised my legs to the head. I really could not move. He laid them on his shoulders.
I have not fully departed two orgasms. Kohl began to rub my grease, his fingers penetrated into the pussy, then in the ass. First one, then two. I did not notice how I swung to meet him. I felt like a real slut in captivity of lust and passion. He wants my ass, I wanted to stop him. But then the head buried in the anus ring. The man is slightly pressing. I grabbed the sofa. The pain brought me to my feelings and brought me back to reality.
- Painfully. Be careful! - Shouted to him and so grimaced.
- Be patient, be patient. Now it will be easier fucking teacher. I want to try you around. - his trunk continued to fill my gut.
- Painfully. Not so fast.
Breathing deeply, I tried to stop him, but he put his piston in me completely. Popa was getting used to his body. The pain did not leave me so quickly. But diminishing, he swung slightly. I just grimaced. He still twitched. I didn’t try, but I couldn’t relax completely. I would give a lubricant. He said something, I did not understand. The movements became faster, the chest swayed slightly.
- Oh, so good. How narrow and hot. It was necessary to immediately insert here. - muttered Kohl and fucked my poor ass.
I just swallowed. It became easier, the pain receded. He moved more freely in my gut. His balls spanked on my ass. He stroked my feet, and the member rhythmically pecked my anus. Even his moans spread across the room. I could feel his cock twitching and pulsing. Kolya fucked me more and more. Now I groaned, the body moving slightly on the couch. Her breasts swayed, her reddened nipples stood out. I myself bent a little. He pressed my legs harder, made several powerful shocks and I felt his cock stiffen and a jet of sperm hit me in the gut, then the second. A nice body filled me from the inside. It became quiet, we could hear our breath, the noise of the autumn wind behind the horse.
Kohl let me go, I completely lay down on the sofa. Slightly limp member left my hole. A slight pain passed over the body, but it became so empty inside. I just sighed. He sat down near. He ran his hand over his sweaty forehead.
- Olga, you're just lovely. - he praised me and patted my leg. - For a long time I did not have it. Three times, and how. It seems that he just came from school. - took a deep breath and looked at me. - We did great. What do you say if we repeat?
A slight tremor went through the body. I did not think that we will meet again. Although sex was great, Kolya looked at me like that.
- Well, if possible. - quietly agreed and smiled at him.
- I really liked you Ol. I'm sure it will. - was delighted and kissed my foot. - Can I take a shower and go home. Thank you for the sex.
- Yes, not at all. Go take a shower.
He kissed my foot again. He got up and went to the bathroom. I lay naked on the couch. Feelings are confused. I cheated on my husband right at home on our couch. But such orgasms. I took a deep breath again. I heard the sound of water. And I did not want to do anything. Just fall asleep. But you have to remove everything, bring the sofa in order, wash it yourself. I reluctantly rose. The priest reminded of herself with slight discomfort. I packed my things. She took out and wore a green robe over her naked body.
Kohl returned from the shower. Loved me pulling my clothes. I looked at his body, on gray hair. And how it all began ... The man quickly dressed. I led him to the door. He slightly hugged me around the waist, looked into my eyes.
- See you soon, my depraved teacher. - he said goodbye and kissed my forehead. - I'll wait for her and think about you.
- See you. - I said quietly and I smiled at him.
He let me go. I waved goodbye, I did too. I buried the door behind him and took a deep breath, and a drop of sperm flowed from the priests.