She stood right in front of me, with her hands at her sides, and silently cried.
- Come on, flirt, take off your clothes. I took her by the shoulders. Nastya shuddered and roared loudly, without trying, however, to resist in any way. I pulled her towards me and hugged her. - Well, little hole, don’t cry. It's all over, now you'll be fine. The girl suddenly wrapped her arms around me in response and continued to roar, burying her face in my shoulder. With my arm around her waist, I spoke words of comfort to her and stroked her head. Finally, Nastya calmed down a little. “Well, let’s undress,” I said and began to unfasten the buttons on her dress. Nastya began to help me and stopped indecisively when the skirts of her dress fell open. I myself moved the fabric from her shoulders and slowly lowered it along the girl’s body. “You are very beautiful,” I said sincerely, admiring the embarrassed naked schoolgirl.
Nastya blushed noticeably.
- Get into the bath!
I took the shower, turned on the water and began to wash the girl, unable to deny myself this pleasure. God alone knows what torment I experienced, trying in vain to suppress my lust, managing this young, but already so desirable body. I wanted to do everything myself and only gave Nastya short commands. For a long time and carefully I washed the girl’s charms. How much pleasure it gives to slide a soapy palm over the elastic body of a submissive girl, shamelessly crawling over the breasts and juicy ass! Finding herself under the warm streams of the shower, Nastya was transformed, she completely relaxed and completely surrendered to my caresses.
Undoubtedly, this game was thoroughly erotic. - Turn around... bend over... spread your legs... raise your arms... get on your knees... - my commands clearly excited both of us. With particular pleasure, I gently washed her juicy ass and barely restrained myself, sliding my palm over the smoothly shaved and trustingly open girl’s crotch. Nastya moaned with pleasure and moved her ass towards my hand. My penis stood like a stake, and I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to withstand this sweet torture. Finally I pulled myself together, it was time to give the girl a rest. - That's it, my beauty, get out.
A beautiful young girl stood in front of me completely naked and smiled shyly. I took a large bath towel and caught Nastya in it. I hugged the girl, and then began to wipe her body and admire it. Finally, I hung the towel on the drying rack and straightened up. Nastya looked at me confused. I took the cream out of the cabinet and began to rub it into the girl’s delicate, steamed skin. Hmmm, this is an unforgettable feeling... Nastya blushed, but obediently turned around and exposed her body to my hands.
“Uncle Vlad...” Nastya decided to address me by name for the first time, but immediately faltered and lowered her head. - What the hell am I, uncle! Maximum - older brother. You can still call me father!... Maybe we can switch to you? Well, tell me, don't be afraid. - No misters? Well, you're twice my age. And you... and you want... you want me to... The girl fell silent again. “Don’t fool yourself,” I interrupted her doubts. Put on your robe and come with me.
Breathing freshness through fatigue, the girl sat in the kitchen.
- Let's drink some hot sweet tea and go and relax. I saw that rest was more important to her now than food. - It’s late, when do you need to be home?
- They don’t expect me at home, I should now be at my friend’s dacha... I agreed with her...
– Do you want to stay with me?
- Can i?
- Yes, of course, stay. It’s good that you don’t have to rush - you’ll have time to fully recover. Let's go, I'll put you to bed - that's what's best for you right now.
We went into the room and I made her bed on the sofa. - Lie down here. If anything happens, I'll be in the next room, call me. I was about to go, but suddenly a girl called out to me. - Uncle Vlad! I stopped. - And you... do you really like me? - I really like you, you’re beautiful and modest. - Please don't think that I'm a whore! Nastya suddenly knelt down in front of me.
Beautiful blonde I was sitting next to Borya when I entered the room. Since Borya is not my competitor in appearance (but, unfortunately, not in bed), the first thing I asked him, taking him aside, was whether he was with her and, of course, whether he would mind... I was lucky - Borya with He hasn’t been to her yet, but he’s against it - it’s as if he doesn’t care, he can wait. I don’t remember how I rejuvenated her, but that same evening we, three couples, lay down in the same room, on different beds. The sleeping places were covered with curtains. Vitya was lying with Kenya, Borya was with Tanya, I was with the new blonde. The beginning was good - she began to perform “miracles” with her tongue, licking me from head to toe. A couple of minutes after we lay down (so that the creaking of the beds and various sighs did not hurt the ears of neighboring couples, music was playing) I attempted an “invasion” - first I probed the entrance with my fingers and felt something: I took out someone’s full stinky sperm condom! The excitement disappeared as if by hand. Confused, I raised the condom in front of her nose and asked
- What is this? (and abruptly threw the condom on the floor)
- I don’t know, I watched the video yesterday and fell asleep (and blushed deeply, deeply)
I quickly jumped up (it finally dawned on me what I had taken out of there), and after getting dressed, I went to the washbasin. She got dressed and ran after me. Someone, Borya or Vitya, shouted mockingly, “Why are you so fast?” I wanted to immediately tell how she stopped me and asked me to be silent and not tell anyone (so I listened to her... while she was washing herself, I told everyone everything and asked not to laugh). We went to the sink, I washed my hands and led her into the shower. I walked into the room, and from the laughter that was difficult to contain, she guessed that I had spilled the beans. No matter what, we slept with her, and in the morning she disappeared.
To Natasha girlfriend arrived. Cute. I just went in to spend the night (usually I slept there with Natasha’s neighbor, Tanya, just like that, without full contact) and, seeing my girlfriend lying freely, I lay down next to her (without saying hello or name...). At night she did not resist for a long time (or rather, she did not resist at all), and in the morning we finally met - it turned out that her name was Valya, she came to have an abortion. If it’s an abortion, then it’s an abortion, I said, and when leaving I asked Valya to come again when she wants, i.e. when it heals. Strange, it healed within a couple of days. Apparently I really wanted to. But personally, I was busy, and I lost interest. And my friend, Sasha, immediately agreed. In the morning - everything was covered in blood, the whole bed was covered in blood (and I didn’t tell him that I was with her - why spoil the relationship and impressions). In short, I thought it was a girl. But I was embarrassed to ask. I told him that she had an abortion two days ago, and probably not the first.
Larisa. I wanted to go to the village to visit a friend, I was waiting for the bus. She stood nearby and also waited. The bus didn’t show up, but word by word we went to the dorm... I’ve never seen such a monster in sex. We didn't sleep all night or, on the contrary, slept 7-8 times. In the morning she said that for the first time she was tired of sex in her life (at 17 years old?). I took it as a compliment. During the week I spent with her, I came as many times as I did in the next 5 years of my life. She talked about her life - she started masturbating at the age of 13, if she doesn’t masturbate at least three times a day, she doesn’t feel well, at 15 she was raped by a neighbor, to whom she just went up for a cup of coffee, she’s not interested in anything except sex, she never cooked eat, never cleaned it up. The fact that she doesn’t know how to cook showed up immediately - she ruined my scrambled eggs. The mess in her apartment was also surprising - you can only move big steps, stepping over piles of garbage and unnecessary things... We were once on vacation visiting Sasha and his girlfriend. Got drunk. Larisa put forward an ultimatum - either I leave or Zhanna (Sasha’s friend) will go into the shower with her to make love. Zhanna (a devout girl, a Catholic) was in such a state that she took this news as a joke and we persuaded her to take a shower with Larisa. The girls left. After a while, Larisa flies in, not in herself, when asked where Zhanna is, she replies that she doesn’t know where this fool is... she ran away from her to an unknown location... Larisa falls on the bed and falls asleep. We go to look for Zhanna and find her in one of the corridors of the dorm, all in tears and afraid for no apparent reason. They listened - Larisa, as soon as they entered the shower (a common shower in the dorm, it was lucky that at the moment when they entered there was no one), closed the common shower doors and attacked Zhanna - she began to tear at her underwear, kiss between the legs, moan... and Zhanna, naturally, resisted. Then the girls started knocking on the door - why did they lock themselves there? Zhanna broke free, opened the doors and ran away... Zhanna was calmed down and returned to the room. I lay down next to Larisa, who was sleeping with a show-off, and there was “not enough room” for me - the drunken nymph bit and scratched during sex (apparently out of anger, it didn’t work out with Zhanna) and haunted me all night...
Young accelerator. A girl of about 16 came to visit a mutual friend, her height and weight were higher than usual... She was pretty, studying to be a cook at school... We got drunk together and Borya arranged for me to have a separate room to spend the night with her. Everything would be fine, but the girl seemed to fall in love and after the first night she wanted a second, third... But I had to go on a business trip for a few days, so we broke up. A few days later I arrive, she seems to be waiting for me (she seems to be in love). None of my friends say anything to me, and I, naive, think that everything is fine and spend the night with her as usual... The next day she leaves home, says that she will arrive soon, but I already feel something is wrong... Something has come through three days when the faucet began to leak and my panties began to get dirty. It was the first time I had gonorrhoea, I cured it on my own, consulting with friends. I found out that during my departure there was a line to see the “supposedly in love accelerator” - Borya, Sasha “Greyhound”, Armenians and others (I don’t know the others). Everyone except Borya got sick. We got sick from one of those on the waiting list (like Armenian, who was also infected by someone and did not recover). She, of course, never came again.
Lilya. Male character, beautiful, strong, “kept” almost the entire dorm in fear. We drank together a couple of times, but the opportunity to get to know each other better came when she quarreled with her friend - she herself invited me to her place. I didn’t need to hint for a long time then - if I liked a girl, then I showed activity myself. I couldn’t stand the marathon that she demanded for complete satisfaction, so we didn’t suit each other in bed. IN Once again she made peace with her friend (a gigolo, a drunkard, who was in her employ) and we remained good friends. Subsequently, she married my classmate, my roommate in the institute dorm. She had beautiful girlfriend, I don’t remember her name, but according to her stories she loved men very much. She introduced us in absentia a long time ago. One evening she brings this friend, and I bring my friend (who later married Lila) and we have no choice but to lie in pairs in the same room to the sounds of Doctor Alban (popular music at that time). Yes, the men in that friend’s life are not last place... Less than a few seconds after we went to bed, we had already started “racing” - my friend wouldn’t have had the patience to wait until the neighboring couple fell asleep ... It’s a pity that chance didn’t bring me together with this friend again - perhaps in I would be more relaxed in a separate room...
Nurse. Borya met them on the street during the city holiday (Kyiv Day). He introduced me to a nurse, her name is Irina. We took a walk and agreed to meet in a couple of days near the metro. I drove up on a motorcycle (I had a Java at the time). She had just finished her 24-hour shift and really wanted to sleep. With the condition not to pester me, I took her to my dorm to rest (sleep). I did not fulfill the condition - the resistance was active and I remember that the activity of resistance grew into an active attack as soon as I touched the clitoris with my finger. It's like I pressed a button! After the first contact, just to relax, she changed her mind, had a smoke break, told me a story that I was her second (and why do girls tell this? I never ask, but I listen to these revelations from every second one - they probably justify not being a virgin) Then we again slept together and broke up. Strange, she left neither an address nor a phone number... and never appeared again.
Vika. This girl loves to fuck, knows how to fuck, literally her whole life is to fuck! She “made” me in the bathroom, then in bed, then in the country... We made love under the covers, while she was smoking and talking with friends who came in at the wrong time, in open door! They didn’t even notice - they thought we were just lying (I pretended to be asleep) We didn’t agree on the time of the process - she needs a marathon, at least two hours and immediately, in the first episode! I can’t even spend five minutes in the first episode, and I’m reluctant to go to the second or third with my now “ex” friend.
Youngsters. I was lying in a room with three girls, i.e. I was lying with one, the other two were lying on adjacent beds. It was about one o'clock in the morning. Borya came in and asked me to help him go unload the car, which supposedly came with some kind of goods and urgently requires unloading... It turned out that this was just a false reason to pull me out of the dorm - on the street he said that two young girls were waiting for us at his friend’s apartment . No one has ever been with the one who will be with me (-clean, I checked it myself-, Borya probably thought to himself then). We went into the apartment, the girls (about 14 years old) lay and watched a video - porn. I silently lay down with mine (without saying a word - I already had this experience once), settled down behind me, did my job (under the blanket) and fell asleep. In the morning I woke up before everyone else, and after saying goodbye to Borya, I went about my business. I never saw those girls again, but I remembered this incident because I got clap again. This time the treatment was more painful - without undergoing tests, I recovered on my own, but as it turned out, I simply healed the disease. A few months later, without visible reasons(I didn’t sleep with anyone without a condom at that time) I started leaking again. I passed the tests, received a prescription and was cured with more potent antibiotics... Borya suffered from gonorrhea (and not only) chronically, so these diseases did not affect him...
Mandavos and scabies. Half the dorms were itching, at first it was scabies, then they began to find lice... It’s nonsense that mandavos are transmitted only sexually - my friend Sasha and I picked them up then for no “apparent reasons” - we didn’t sleep with anyone (that’s what happened sometimes, suitable girls wasn't), but pubic lice caught... I transferred scabies to mine, student dormitory, infecting all neighbors and friends. Everyone was happy - firstly, they gained experience, and secondly, spending two hours before bed really calmed the nerves and distracted them from insomnia. They were treated for scabies with sulfur ointment. From the mandavos - with a close shave and kerosene.
Borya. Walking sex, but without brains. A person of Caucasian nationality (like me). Sleeps with everything that moves - with beautiful girls, with ugly girls, with beautiful and ugly boys (blue). Since 15 years in prison, diagnosed with kleptomania, car theft. At 30, he was released and ended up in Kyiv, to live with his brother. There, in Kyiv, I accidentally “came across” this hostel of the Kyiv shoe factory. And he dragged me...
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I want to tell a story that happened to me. My name is Lily. I am 26 years old. Due to current circumstances (divorce from my husband), I received a luxurious 2-story house and a brand new car from my father. Having promised him to start an independent life, having thought carefully and decided that I needed to continue my studies, I enrolled in an English language school.
The private school was designed for businessmen and managers who need English language high level, so there was no one under 20 years old in this school. It was located far from the city center and my home. I had to go there almost every day in my beloved BMW. I like to drive a car, not racing on the streets, but just enjoying the average speed and listening to music.
The first day of school was probably the most eventful. Having chosen a place for myself at the first desk, I began to look at those present. Several young girls, a couple of married girls, three guys, a total of 12 people. Cute. A pro will never recruit a class of 20 or more people. The most fruitful learning takes place in such small groups.
At 10 o'clock classes began, but the teacher was still not there. During this time, the class managed to become acquainted. The wait and conversation were interrupted by a knock on the door.
Hello, sorry for being late on the first day of our training! , - the teacher’s soft voice penetrated my ears, making me shudder.
“It’s okay, there are terrible traffic jams on the roads because of the snow!” young girls like me squealed in admiration.
Teacher... Hmm... Now I understand why when the teacher came in, the girls fell silent... Alexander Andreevich was young, perhaps a little older than me, tall, has a pleasant build and is unusually handsome in appearance.
As one might expect, at the beginning of the lesson, Alexander Andreevich gave the entire class an anonymous questionnaire. We wrote questions for the teacher on sheets of paper, and he promised to answer them. From the questionnaire we learned that the teacher is not married and lives far from work. And the last thing is that he is 32 years old - that’s what I wanted to know.
The lessons were held according to a specially selected program.
Alexander Andreevich, sparing no time, conducted additional classes, diligently monitoring each of us. If during a lesson someone did not understand the topic, the teacher spoke in a more understandable language, chewing each sentence. It seems to me that he really loved his profession and tried to “reach out” to everyone.
The girls, even married ones, went crazy for the teacher. Frankly, I was also a little intoxicated when the teacher was nearby. They tried to go to extra classes every day, went to the school cafeteria together, and invited them to tea parties.
I didn’t rush after the teacher like everyone else, the wound in my soul from parting with my husband had not yet healed... Although, I tried very hard not to think about him anymore. I did not care. My goal was to speak English perfectly.
Alexander Andreevich did not refuse tea, but always kept his distance from those who were too persistent. Although, sometimes a young soul, full of unspent love, burst out, and the teacher allowed himself to joke and “tease”, to make even tough girls blush.
A year has passed.
One day, on a day when laziness struck me and I wanted nothing more than to rest, having not learned my lesson and, on top of all this, having overslept, I rushed to class in a BMW. “MOCKINGBIRD” was playing, snow was falling, the mood was appropriate...
When I arrived, I tried to quietly sneak into my place, but the teacher still saw me.
Lily, is everything okay? You’re just in time (he smiled slyly), yesterday I gave you the task of translating the text, did you complete the task?
- Alexander Andreevich, to be honest, I’m not ready at all.
- Looks like you're not the only one, half the class is not prepared. Was the task really that difficult? Well, okay, let’s start with the text..,” the teacher said softly.
- Alexander Andreevich, what is your sexy voice!,” the girls squealed.
- Let's see based on the results of the lesson whether I will charm you or not! , - the teacher whispered more erotically.
I laughed quietly at these jokes. The lesson was intense and interesting, as always. Having finished classes and extra classes, everyone began to leave. Even those who always stayed late were in a hurry to go home. At about 5 pm, it gradually began to get dark outside the window. Great sleepy weather. The girls ran away, leaving me and the teacher in the classroom.
Lily!?, - the teacher called me
I shuddered. ...I wish I could get to a warm bed quickly...
Lily, have you forgotten your request?
- Oh yes! Of course. I asked you to explain some words to me. Sorry.
- It’s okay, I won’t delay you long, please stay for another hour and I’ll let you go.
- Fine...
Alexander Andreevich smiled, looking at me. Approaching front door, he looked around and asked:
So as not to be disturbed, will I close the door?
- Ah..? Mm... Yes, yes, please.
I was confused... Is something wrong? Maybe he always closes the doors?
We analyzed the phrase. The teacher sat down opposite me at the desk. Every feature of the face, every fold was presented to my gaze. “What a handsome man he is,” I mentally noted. Sometimes I made mistakes in writing, he took my hand in his and wrote to it, embarrassing me terribly. My hands were shaking, I tried to concentrate on writing, but it was difficult. I dropped my pen on the floor a couple of times. At these moments, the teacher bent down to pick it up and our heads sometimes touched.
An hour has passed. After saying goodbye to the teacher, I got into the car. My hands clung to the steering wheel until it hurt, my head fell on them. I was trembling from an overabundance of feelings, my heart was beating madly in my chest... I started crying...
Hurry home, hurry home...
The next day I called the school and said that I would only come for additional classes in the late afternoon. This day was dedicated only to myself. Massage, delicious tea and “doing nothing.” At 4 o'clock I went to school.
As I thought, there was no one there. Perhaps only a few teachers and Alexander Andreevich.
“Hello,” I sang cheerfully.
“Lily, it’s great that you came, let’s study?” the teacher stood up and came up to me.
- With pleasure.
- Sit down at your desk, please.
- Oh, English right away?
I removed a thread from the teacher's jacket.
Great, Alexander... Oh, sorry, Alexander Andreevich...
The teacher looked at me carefully, smiling slightly. A gentle smile... What a gentle smile he has!
Lily, you’re caring...,” he said quietly.
“Hmm, sometimes,” I smiled.
A couple of hours of practice brought me to my senses. The heart was calm. The teacher, after a while, asked me to write a couple of sentences on the board and try to translate them.
You can approximately, the main thing is that you must understand the meaning of the sentence.
He stood next to me and glared at me, from which I gradually began to melt. “The teacher will not be able to embarrass me! I’m not strong, but because of this look I won’t squeal like others. He's not looking at me! He’s not looking at me, but at what I’m writing,” I mentally told myself.
Lily, you’re a tough nut to crack,” the teacher whispered, making my heart beat faster.
Soooo, you decided to test me?! Did you want to embarrass? I'll show you the checks now! I got angry.
No, Sashenka, a look like yours makes me melt,” turning to the teacher and coming very close to him, looking into his eyes, I whispered languidly.
His lips parted and his cheeks turned slightly pink. Our faces were very close, all we had to do was lean slightly, stretching out our lips, and we would have kissed.
I succeeded! He was terribly embarrassed! (I mentally rejoiced) Suddenly, the teacher slightly bowed his head, and it seemed to me for a moment that he decided to kiss me. Can't be! I do not believe! Fear appeared on my face.
Alexander Andreevich tightly squeezed my waist and, slightly pulling me away from him, said hoarsely:
Lily, me too...
We both stood paralyzed for a few seconds and just looked at each other. Our bodies and hearts were burning hot.
Hmm, oh, sorry, let’s continue studying,” the teacher hastily pulled away from me and said firmly.
- Let's... I translated the phrase, but to no avail, please help!
- Necessarily!
The teacher stood behind me and took my hand with the chalk in his. (damn, again I’m embarrassed by his behavior) A strong hot hand and my pliable one... I felt the heat of his body through my thin jumper.
Lily, I can hear your heart beating, what's wrong? – the teacher whispered next to my ear. (Oh God, what’s going on.. What’s wrong with me?! Lily, pull yourself together! The girls were 100% right, he has a sexy voice. I’m already completely wet!)
“It’s just the weather...” I said slowly, without turning to him.
“Lily, I want you to go to extra lessons more often,” the teacher asked.
- Fine.
Arriving home, I fell on the bed in my clothes and fell soundly asleep for the first time in six months...
The next morning I was woken up by a knock on the door....
--- Who came so early? - I was angry, getting dressed as I walked... - Especially on Sunday! Or maybe it’s an ex, today is my birthday... I found the time, damn it, I remembered.
Without looking at the intercom, I went down to the hall and opened the door.
Alexander Andreevich stood on the threshold with a huge bouquet of white roses.
---Al...? Alexan..., - I was shocked.
--- Happy birthday, Lily! You look great! (the teacher stared at me with his eyes wide open and stuttering)
I looked where the teacher was looking and was taken aback. Sleepy, I put on only a transparent shirt, gently Pink colour slightly covering her butt. My hair, unkempt, flowed over my chest and shoulders. His lips were burning from sleep and were crimson in color. I looked like a sexy, horny bitch who had been having sex all night. And in this form I appeared before the teacher. Yes, any man’s spot will light up when he sees something like this!!!
Alexander Andreevich closed his eyes with a deep sigh.
--- Sorry, I’m not watching... Although I’d really like to,” he joked, trying to bring me out of my stupor.
“Open your eyes and come in,” I smiled. “You’ve already seen me, now it’s too late to close your eyes.”
“If I open my eyes and look at you again, I’ll have to be resuscitated,” he continued to joke.
--- It's not scary, it's natural.
The teacher walked into the room, and I ran to the shower. Coming out of it, I saw Alexander Andreevich sitting on the floor with a magazine and a cop with whiskey.
He looked great, like from the cover of a fashionable men's magazine.
I sat down next to him.
--- Do you love men's magazines?, asked A.A.
--- Oh, these... - I nodded at the stack lying on the table. - This is left from ex-husband, but I don’t want to stop subscribing.
--- Still have feelings? Sorry, it's probably none of my business.
--- Thank you... Almost everything has already burned out.
“Lily, if you don’t mind, let’s go to the sea,” the teacher tactfully translated the conversation.
--- Yes!! I haven't been to the sea for a long time!!! Especially in winter!!!,” I happily agreed.
--- And then to a restaurant, to a disco, or wherever you want, I want you to remember your birthday for the rest of your life.
--- Oh, I’ll remember him, even a morning event will suffice
--- Ahh.... That's right, I definitely won't forget. We laughed together.
I sat down on my knees in front of him.
--- Whiskey?
--- Yes...
--- Who will drive the car?!
--- You
--- Haa?? I?? On your birthday??!! Hm...
I pouted. The teacher put the magazine aside and sat even closer to me. He took his copp and brought it to my lips.
--- Drink
--- Eh?? I'll drive the car! “I said sarcastically.
--- Drink, Lily, please, he whispered sexily.
--- No
--- You will not? That's how... I came with a driver, he would take us....
--- Why didn’t you say it before!?
--- Well..., - he drawled, smiling.
--- Alexander Andreevich, you... you... I have no words! - I exploded.
--- Senks
We went to the club.
Dr. was amazing... At the disco, when they played a romantic melody, he hugged me tightly and I felt his body. Intoxicated, we sometimes did stupid things, flirted with each other; in the dance, as if our lips were accidentally touching... But it didn’t come to kissing. In the evening, the teacher released the driver and we went to my home. I got a little seasick in the car and fell asleep. I woke up from the fact that Alexander Andreevich was filming me outerwear. I was already home.
--- Oh, sorry, I fell asleep...
“Nothing,” he gently reassured me. I didn't want to wake you.
He covered me with a blanket and I fell asleep again.
When I woke up, there was no one nearby. Dream? The room was cleaned, as if there was no Dr...
I looked at the table. No, this is not a dream. There were still white roses on the table, and among them, in the very center.................... one bright red one was visible...
Staring at the rose, I tried to understand when the teacher managed to buy it and its meaning.
In the afternoon A.A. called and inquired about my well-being, apologized for my behavior, although I was happy and glad. He gave me the most unforgettable birthday.
A mounth later.
--- Lily, Lily, - my friend ran into the toilet, where I was standing and combing my hair.
Today my friends and I were going to go for a walk after class.
--- What's happened?
--- You A.A. urgently asked to come. Have you done something?
--- Of course not. Strange... We'll have to postpone our trip.
--- Hee hee, It's worth it! I think he's picking on you
--- Well, yes, of course.. Hehe. Bye!
--- Bye, - my friend patted me on the shoulder and ran away...
I wonder what he needs from me? Oh no! Just not classes! Don't want
study today....
I slowly walked up to the second floor, walked along a quiet corridor and opened a familiar door.
--- Alexander Andreevich, did you call me? - I asked quietly.
There was silence in the class. The teacher sat on the penultimate desk with his head in his hands.
"Asleep?" - I thought.
Sitting down in front of him and placing my hands on his desk, I began to look at him...
The teacher suddenly raised his head, thereby frightening me, grabbed my hands and squeezed them with his own. I was captured! Screaming, I wanted to free my hands, but in vain, he held them tightly.
--- Let me go!
--- Oh, I’m sorry, it’s probably from sleep,” the teacher unclenched his fingers. Did it hurt!?
--- You scared me, I said smiling
--- Please forgive me. So, about your test... I noticed that you don't know how to write stories at all. If you don't mind, we could fix this now. It is not hard...
--- Today?!!
---Yes, do you have other plans?
--- Hmm... Not anymore. I just don’t want to sit in a cold classroom and study... I don’t feel well....
---What do you propose?
I had an idea, but would the teacher agree....
--- At home...
--- ?
--- If you don’t mind, we’ll go to my house and you’ll explain everything to me...
--- Hmm... I don't mind, of course. Perhaps you will relax and delve more into the topic... Okay... Just promise me a cup of hot coffee?
--- Of course! - I was glad that he agreed. At least I'll rest a little.
--- By the way, park your car in the school parking lot, we'll go in mine.
--- Fine.
The teacher, having warned the director about classes at home and having received consent, went down to the wardrobe, where I was already picking up my clothes.
--- Everything is fine! You agreed... Let me help you...
“Thank you,” the teacher carefully threw a fur coat over me...
When I met my eyes, I was a little embarrassed. I have not yet forgotten how we spent my birthday.
We left school. Snow... I'm so tired today. Throwing my head back and closing my eyes, I enjoyed the frost and snowflakes falling on my face.
--- The Snow Queen?! Let’s go,” the teacher said, gently touching the tip of my nose.
--- Thank you, I have become such a lazy person...
He smiled back, opened the car door and put me in the car.
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The car purred quietly and I dozed off to the sound.
--- Lily..., - the teacher’s gentle voice woke me up.
Opening my eyes, I saw in front of me the face of Alexander Andreevich, who was bending over me. His cheeks were burning, his heart was beating desperately...
--- Lily... I...
His lips were slightly parted, as if they were waiting.....
--- Alexander Andreevich...., - I plunged into his spell, my head was foggy.
--- Please... kiss me..., - what am I saying!... The words popped out on their own. The body went limp.
He removed a lock of hair from my forehead and gently touched it with his lips... Oh, God, a fire ignited in me from his kiss!
--- I'll come now, I need to take a couple of books with me. Wait a little bit.
It turns out that while I was dozing, he first stopped by his home.
Emotions were sucking me out last strength. What is this? What relationships? Teacher and student? Mmm... Man and woman? It looks like it, but something is missing... No...
My head was spinning and I fell asleep again, unnoticed by myself.
The teacher returned with books, threw my seat back and covered my legs with a blanket.
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---Lily! “Wake up, we’ve arrived,” the teacher gently touched my cheek with his hand. Seeing that I did not open my eyes, he began to stroke my hair, lightly tugging at it.
Under gaze teachers, I stretched sweetly.
Arriving home, I asked the teacher to make himself at home, and I went to take a bath.
10 minutes later Alexander Andreevich knocked on the bathroom door.
“Lily, I hope you didn’t swim too far?” the teacher joked.
--- Ha ha. I don’t know how to swim... By the way, can you teach me?
--- Mmm, I need to think about it. By the way, it’s already nine o’clock in the evening. Let's quickly go out and get busy.
--- Would you like to rub my back?
--- Lily, don't joke with me like that
--- Tell me honestly, do you want it or not?, I insisted. I really wanted to know what he thought this moment and what he wants.
--- If you go out, I’ll tell you.
--- Alexander Andreevich! What a cunning man you are!” I was offended.
--- Lily, don't be capricious.
After the shower, I put on a short skirt and shirt. The house was very warm, even hot.
--- Alexander Andreevich, you can also take a shower. After work, you probably really want to take a bath and drink coffee.....
---Lily, if you don’t mind, then I would really like to do this,” he was delighted.
An hour later we were drinking coffee and eating the chicken I had cooked.
I gave him a robe after the shower and saw his powerful chest for the first time. I really wanted to touch such beauty.
--- Alexander Andreevich, - I came close to him, - can I touch it?
In response, he took my hand in his and placed it on his chest. I felt his breathing quicken and his heart pounding in his chest.
--- So warm..., at my words, he took a deep breath and ran my hand along his chest to his stomach. I shuddered, and he pressed my hand even harder. There was a storm going on under his robe.
Twilight, dim lights, light music aroused the woman in me, I wanted him here and now and was ready to pounce on him myself, like a hungry animal. But I did not understand and did not know the thoughts of Alexander Andreevich. He came to study and suggested this several times. No, you need to throw all vulgar and intimate thoughts out of your head. I'll cheat myself.....
--- Lily, what’s wrong with you, I’m calling you, but you seem to be hovering somewhere, - the teacher lightly patted me on the shoulder.
“Well, sit down at the table,” the teacher sat me down, laid out the books and notebooks.
--- So, we need to do something else with your hair.
The teacher took a crab and a comb lying on the table, came up behind me and began to carefully comb my hair.
--- Alexander Andree....vi.....
--- Doesn't it hurt?
--- No, I'm very pleased
Putting down the comb, he wrapped his arms around my shoulders, bent down to my ear and softly, sexually whispered: “Lily.” The body felt again severe weakness, my head was spinning. He saw how I closed my eyes and enjoyed myself and squeezed my shoulders harder.
Alexander Andreevich, touching his neck with his fingers, pinned his hair with a crab.
After working out and feeling very tired, we decided to drink a little cognac to boost our strength.
--- Alexander Andreevich, I wanted to say, you have an amazing body.
---Haha, thank you very much, do you like it?
--- So much so that I want to see him again.
--- Ho..ro..sho..., - the teacher said slowly.
We were already sitting in the living room, there were glasses and coppas of alcohol on the carpet. The teacher was sitting with his elbows on the sofa, and I was kneeling next to him. He exposed his torso to the waist.
“What do you say, dear Lily,” he whispered in a languid voice.
--- I have nothing to say.... All I want is to touch it again.
As I bent down to touch his chest, the teacher reached out and unhooked the crab. My hair fell on his chest and flowed in waves over it.
“Lily, you look... amazing,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with excitement.
Raising my eyelids, I looked with interest and whispered:
--- You too...
My intuition did not let me down, deciding to go to the end and not miss the moment, I began to attack.
--- Can I ask you... to give me a massage?
--- Dear Lily, of course; “I’ve completely tormented you with my studies,” the teacher took me by the hand and led me into the bedroom. He sat down on the wide bed and leaned against the pillows.
--- Come here, sit facing me... like this... Put your head on my shoulder. And your feet on mine. Sit closer, don’t be afraid,” the teacher took me by the shoulders and pulled me towards him.
--- I'm not afraid.... I'm just...
--- What? Tell me,” he took my chin, again our faces were very close for a kiss. The teacher was very gentle in everything.
--- I... I can't...
--- Basically, I understand... Lily... answer me one question... Just honestly, how do you feel next to me now? The answer is required.
--- Now I feel... excitement, shame, confusion, desire...
--- You have a storm of emotions in your soul! - the teacher ran his palm over my cheek. “Now I’ll fix it, my massage will calm you down.”
--- Your hands don’t let me calm down... They are too gentle..
--- Your body“too sensual,” the teacher cut off affectionately.
I rested my head on his shoulder and thought. "No, it's impossible to calm me down"
The teacher brushed my hair off my back and pulled my shirt off my shoulders. Wrapping both hands around my waist, he pulled me towards him. There was nothing under the clothes and feeling this made him even more excited. His hot body began to heat up again, and I felt his “dick” with my thighs. And my skirt separated my pussy from his penis.
--- How risky all this is....., I whispered
--- ......
He carefully pressed his chest against mine, feeling its elasticity. With his hands he massaged my neck and back.
--- Lily...
--- ...Mmm?
--- I have a wish?
--- Yes, you won it from me, do you want something?
--- Yeah..... But I can't...
--- Why?
---My job, duty, etc. me...
--- Stopping? It looks like you too are having a storm in your soul. We are adults, decide on your desires and act, make them come true. Even if you make a mistake, you will know the answer.
--- What a smart girl you are, Lily.
I looked at him and we smiled at each other. The sparkles coming from him began to mix with mine.
--- If you don’t mind, let’s go to sleep,” the teacher stretched.
--- Yes! I'm so... tired too. “Where should I put you?” I looked at him questioningly.
The teacher raised an eyebrow. “We are adults...” my own words flashed through my head. The issue was silently resolved. He lay down on the bed and I lay down next to him. Before that, I put a T-shirt on my body.
--- Lily, can I have a small request?
--- What? - I lay down on my stomach and began to look at the teacher.
--- Call me by name, - the teacher also lay down on his stomach.
--- Okay, Alexander Andreev..
--- Sasha,” he smiled and touched the tip of my nose.
--- Yeah....- I whispered back, smiling.
Soon we fell asleep. At night I woke up, the teacher was sleeping peacefully next to me, his hand was lying on my stomach. He hugged me in my sleep. I began to look at him with courage and without fear that he would wake up. And then a thought flashed through my mind. I can make one wish come true! Without risking anything! Great. I freed myself from his embrace and carelessly tied my hair up with something. In the dream, the teacher turned over on his back...
And I thought, “You’re great... But... What kind of relationship do we have? It's becoming unclear to me. This is not a teacher-student relationship, but it is not a male-female relationship either. They are more like family-tender. We need to stop them and put them on another level. But while there is a chance... I will change them secretly from you. Like a warm-up. When I calm down a little... I will accept all your tenderness and warmth from you. And wait for the relationship to develop. The desire to kiss him grew...
I leaned over the teacher, his lips parted in sleep and gave even more chances. --- Sasha..., - closing my eyes, I gently kissed him on the lips. For several seconds my lips did not move. I enjoyed the softness and warmth of Sasha’s lips. When I woke up, I kissed him on the corner of his mouth again.
--- Oh, who’s playing naughty here, - with these words, the teacher sharply grabbed me by the shoulders, turned me over on my back, pressing me to the bed with his magnificent body. I definitely couldn’t move anymore.
--- Well, tell me... what were you doing here while I was sleeping? - the teacher grinned slyly.
--- Let me go, I’ll tell you.
--- No, dear Lily, I'm not going to let you go this time.
---Then I will remain silent, - I was happy in my heart at this development of the situation.
--- But we’ll see, - and with these words, Alexander Andreevich, unexpectedly for me, pressed his lips into mine.
A wave of excitement pierced my body and I moaned pitifully. The kiss lasted several seconds. Then he kissed me again, slightly parting my lips with his tongue.
--- Did you want this? Yes?...,” he gently touched my cheek with his lips.
--- I've been asking you to kiss... me for a long time.
--- I remember in the car.... I restrained myself from this desire, because... my job and the agreement not to make any connections with students were the main ones. But... feelings cannot be prohibited by any paper. Every day, in every lesson, my thoughts were only about you, about your lips...
My heart began to beat faster, the teacher was talking about his feelings! I couldn't believe my ears. The words I dreamed and thought about...
--- Lily...
--- What!? - I raised my eyebrows in interest, speaking languidly.
--- I'll tell you later...
--- After what? - the teacher freed my hands and I wrapped them around his back.
I felt his erect penis begin to rest between my thighs.
---After I eat you
The teacher turned out to be a very passionate, hot man. In terms of sex. But in life he is calm and serious. I am happy, but my friend was shocked by my story, especially by the end. Basically, me too, although... we were drunk and really wanted each other.
These are the things that happened to me.
We are now married and in a week we will have a baby. By the way, we got married the next day after the “war” in bed.
Happiness is truly near us, we just need to look around...
1. Out of habit of taking off clothes female body very hard. In contrast to the smooth and slender male relief, women have many difficult-to-pass convexities and concavities. The best thing you can do is ask her to undress herself.
2. If a girl, for whatever reason, is not able to undress herself, let her, at least, verbally guides your actions. Even too much detailed instructions should be encouraged in every possible way.
3. A girl who, in response to your questions, either remains silent, like a partisan, or giggles like a fool, is punishing herself. Tell her so. Undressing will be slow and tedious.
4. Tights are very unpleasant to the touch. In addition, lying on the floor, they look like a crumpled and abused manhood. If it hasn’t occurred to the girl to save you from the need to pull this web off her, do it yourself: courageously, quickly and with your eyes closed. With a deft movement, throw the tights deeper under the bed, then they will not be waiting for you in the morning, snuggling next to your slippers.
5. The most dirty part of a woman's toilet is the bra. Some of them unfasten in the back, some in the front, some do not unfasten at all. The record in this area is two and a half hours of effort and a severe injury to the index finger.
6. If your bra clasp doesn't obey you, try pulling that ugly bra over your head. Her head! To do this, turn to face your friend, pull the cups towards you, and then pull the bra up.
7. Cunning fashion designers came up with underwire bras. Underwires are semicircular metal pieces that are sewn into the bottom of the bra cups to make the breasts appear higher. Do not try to pull an underwire bra over your head - this can be very painful for women.
8. Unfastening the hooks on the back while standing facing the young lady is an aerobatics maneuver. Take a deep breath, focus, and get to work.
First, put your hands under the girl's armpits and feel the clasp - ONCE.
Slide yours in thumbs under the bra to the left and right of the clasp, moving from top to bottom - TWO.
Hold your bra outside index fingers- THREE.
Gently move your hands towards each other until your thumbs meet - FOUR.
If your bra still doesn't unfasten, try again. Try to bend the bra in the clasp area acute angle out - this will help the hooks slip out of the loops. If at least one of the hooks remains in the loop, the bra is not considered unfastened.
9. Don't get excited, don't curse, or even try to tear this thing apart. They are usually sewn from synthetic materials with the addition of lycra (for elasticity). High-quality linen cannot be torn or deformed.
10. Compared to a bra, all other toiletries are mere nonsense. But do not forget to follow the sequence when undressing.
11. “Erotic lingerie” implies the presence of stockings attached to the belt with garters. Experience shows that there is no way to pull off a girl’s panties without first undoing the garters and pulling down the belt.
12. “Super erotic lingerie” implies the absence of panties under the belt. In this case there is no need to unfasten the garters.
13. Fasteners on garters are of two types: clothespins and rubber strips with a convex “nose”, onto which the edge of the stocking is first thrown, and then the whole thing is fixed with a metal bracket. It is not difficult to unfasten the clothespins. To open more complex design it is necessary to remove the metal bracket from the “spout”. It’s especially chic to do it with one hand. Practice at your leisure!
14. The belt with dangling garters can be removed over the head and through the legs. If you have already gotten rid of your bra and are convinced that the girl really has big breasts, it is better to pull the belt down. If you are dealing with curvy hips, then it’s more convenient to pull the belt up.
15. Women's panties come off just like your own.
16. To be honest, the procedure of taking off or pulling off panties is not particularly aesthetic. While doing this, you can close your eyes. If you get on your knees, then it will be much easier to pull down the last obstacle on the path to happiness. In addition, your kneeling pose will surely please the girl. She will remember with gratitude how you lay at her feet.
