The gray-haired and elderly professor Ignatiy Nikodimovich Savostin, not only externally, with his age, solidity and manner kept like a scientific patriarch, but also was recognized as a leading figure in the whole field of organic chemistry. By his 70s, he already had all conceivable and inconceivable titles and titles: corresponding member, doctor of science, honorary professor at several foreign eminent universities, and so on and so forth. A solid pleiad of his students headed the departments, she sat on academic councils and most of them already had their own followers. It seemed that one can calm down in his old age, but Nikodimitch (or the Patriarch, as his name was called for his eyes) did not complain at all on his good health and clearly intended to live the rest of his days, not denying himself the most varied life pleasures. Suddenly, for colleagues and students, Nikodimitch suddenly announced at the department, which he headed, that he wanted to create a new scientific group and prepare several other candidates of science. The statement surprised everyone, because according to his scientific rank the Patriarch should have trained doctors, and certainly not bothering with green graduate students, but this was considered to be just an old man’s fad. Moreover, it was clear to all that the fast scientific career is shining for the lucky ones, with whom he will be the supervisor of studies.

The Patriarch, however, had his far-reaching plans ... That is why his group of graduate students consisted of exclusively young women, more recently former students. At the university, they poked about this, but Ignatius Nikodimovich, of course, did not believe seriously in the male abilities. Young graduate students could not boast of their supervisor: solid, confident, always pointedly polite, he gave them a huge share of his working time, was genuinely interested in success and thus contrasted with young doctors, forever preoccupied with his career, administrative duties and something else. The patriarch and his graduate students managed in a very fatherly way, but without the slightest frivolity. And then “Hour X” came, for the sake of which Ignatiy Nikodimovich started all this fuss with young girls. On this day, the Patriarch came to work, cheerful and somewhat excited, and invited all the girls to gather for a meeting in his office. He himself sat at the head of the table and began to bluntly:

- I think that all of you want to quickly defend your candidate and have time to take a place under the sun. None of you will make a revolution in science, but you will be able to defend everything with my help. Without me, I don’t know, I don’t know ... Therefore, I announce the first and only exam for you - invite, girls, visit me for one-on-one communication, arrange leisure for me, and I choose one of you. better give up. Reception, so to speak "candidate's minimum", by appointment, time to think - two weeks. All clear?

The girls did not expect such a passage from their leader, but, probably, to explain what he had in mind was again unnecessary. There was an instant pause, after which the youngest of the graduate students — Masha, who had just graduated from college with a red diploma — smiled playfully:

- Well, consider me first. Just tell me, do you like women in what form ?. The patriarch smiled a little and instantly palyed: “In the best. And for this woman must be stripped, shod and ready for anything. Well, when do you call for a visit? ”

The girls vied with each other and began to call dates, Ignatius Nikodimovich could only record the time and addresses. He spent the rest of the day at the computer, having personally printed out the sheet under the malicious name: “Schedule of individual examinations of graduate students by Professor Savostin” ...

First he decided to visit the most, in his opinion, the most beautiful of his subordinates - Xenia.At the appointed time, he was already ringing the door with a box of chocolates and a bottle of champagne.

“Come in boldly, openly,” came the ringing female voice from behind the door, and the professor entered the room. Expectations are not deceived - his eyes presented a magnificent spectacle. Ksyusha welcomed Ignatiy Nikodimovich sitting on the couch in front of a coffee table. Like the "ordered" Professor, she was completely naked, shod in sandals on a huge heel, her legs were spread wide apart, revealing her neatly trimmed pussy.

In this situation, the professor only had to carefully put champagne on the table, approach the woman and gallantly kiss her bare chest instead of the traditional pen. Ksyusha immediately moaned and was ready to lie back on the sofa, but Ignatiy Nikodimovich did not like to rush things. He calmly sat down beside him and asked for a pair of champagne glasses. Ksyusha, guessing the man’s wishes, gracefully got up from the couch, slowly hurried around the room to the sideboard and back, put the wine glasses on the table and remained standing so that her pussy was right in front of Ignatius Nikodimovich’s nose. Professor unhurriedly uncorked the champagne, at the same time frankly and boldly looking at the hostess. The girl, without changing her posture, took from her hands a wine glass with champagne, drained it in one gulp and continued to stand, waiting for active actions from her manager. Ignatius Nikodimovich, without haste, took a sip of champagne, drank some of the glass and suggested to Ksyusha:

- We assume that in your exam ticket one question, and then practical - about a blowjob. Come on, beauty.

Ksyusha didn’t need to make any special requests, she immediately knelt in front of Ignatiy Nikodimovich sitting on the couch, deftly climbed into his trousers and began to pass the exam. She “let him in” in about ten minutes - the professor was breathing heavily, leaned back in the back of the sofa and violently finished right in Ksyusha’s mouth. The girl eagerly sucked every last drop, and only then let go of Ignatius Nikodimovich. The professor sighed a couple of times, looked again at Ksyusha, who had already risen from his knees and started to go home. “Thank you, thank you,” he did not forget to thank the hostess, who never took off dressing him to the door.

Ignaty Nikodimovich knew very little about Luba, another of his pupils: he only heard that she got married about a year ago, and only recently spent housewarming. An invitation from her, however, despite having a husband, he waited, and, naturally, received. Somewhat embarrassed, she asked if the esteemed Ignatius Nikodimovich could visit her on a pre-scheduled day when her husband left for a business trip. The professor lasciviously licked his lips and replied that of course he would meet such a request.

A couple of days spent by Ignatiy Nikodimovich on recuperation, he knocked on the door of the apartment indicated. Lyuba met him on the threshold in a light short robe, from which her large breasts bulged out impudently. “Please go to the bedroom,” she immediately invited. The bed was made and while Ignatius Nikodimovich hesitated, not knowing where to put the traditional bottle of champagne, Lyuba had already gotten rid of the only item of her wardrobe, she managed to find herself in bed, where she sat down, legs spread wide apart. The patriarch only smiled at the sight of such haste, but did not deny himself the pleasure of admiring the intimate beauty of a mature woman.

- You, Lyubochka, I will not invent a particularly difficult task - I just will not give up good sex with you. Lyuba understood it as a call to action - she jumped up, passionately kissed the professor on the lips, and began to undress him, not forgetting to rub all parts of her body. A couple of minutes later, Ignatius Nikodimovich was already stripped, petted and put to bed, and Lyuba found herself on it in the pose of a rider. Fifteen more minutes was enough for her to understand: “The exam is passed!” Through the pleased face of the Patriarch.

Of all the graduate students, Galya, perhaps, least of all resembled the standard of female beauty in the representation of the Patriarch. Former athlete, she had a lean, lean figure, small breasts and narrow hips. All this Ignatius Nikodimovich and could see the next day - Galya met him too on the sofa, but looked somehow frightened and somewhat intimidated. An ordinary ritual followed - a kiss to the female breast, champagne, then a blowjob, turning into traditional sex, then a gentle farewell and a kiss again ... Ignatius Nikodimovich seemed to be pleased, but he said to himself: ... "

Masha was not particularly attractive to Ignatius Nikodimovich, and he estimated her mental abilities much more modestly than the other girls, but the Patriarch was not going to let her through either. This time, the professor didn’t even need to recuperate too much - after the start of his adventure, he felt an unprecedented surge of cheerfulness.

Masha's voice on the intercom was already excited and languidly mysterious. The door to the chic apartment was open, nobody responded to the polite "Hello!", And the professor had to go into the rooms without an invitation. Masha met him in the living room, in the theater pose, twisting her arm behind her head, on the edge of the sofa. She was completely naked, and the pose was clearly specially rehearsed so as to give herself in the best possible light.

- What's in my ticket, professor? - Masha tried to take the initiative. However, Ignatiy Nikodimovich was in no hurry to give it away: first, he took out an unchanged bottle of champagne and a box of chocolates from his briefcase, then sternly turned to Masha: “What question do you know best and would like to answer?”. Masha's answer was a quote from a joke: "Professor, for your sake, I am ready for anything." It was here that the patriarch grinned rather: "I catch on the word and ask to substitute the ass."

Masha was embarrassed at once, but did not dare to object to anything, but obediently turned her back, leaned over and leaned on the sofa. Ignatius Nikodimovich slowly with obvious pleasure took off his trousers, approached the girl and slowly mastered her “in a Sodomian way”. Masha just screamed, she had tears in her eyes, Ignatiy Nikodimovich pretended not to notice it and enjoyed the body. When they were already saying goodbye, Masha suddenly somehow looked at the Patriarch in a special way and suddenly said: “I thank for the science. You were a pioneer, professor. ” Ignatius Nikodimovich could only quietly once again admire himself.

Tanya, too, absolutely exactly followed the instructions of the professor: she met him in bed, naked, in sandals on heels and with her legs apart. In addition, she did not notice at all how he entered, because with one hand she gently stroked herself, clearly preparing for the arrival of Ignatiy Nikodimovich. The patriarch quietly crept up to the bed, having shown the ease of walking, remarkable for his age, undressed and only then allowed himself to cough in a delicate way. Tanechka opened her eyes for a moment, turned her head and barely managed to pull her hand away. She did not have time to say anything yet, as Ignatiy Nikodimovich found himself in bed next to her, almost immediately found himself over Tanechka and immediately seized the woman who was hot up ... Especially not much time was needed - Tanya was not only a diligent graduate student, but no less diligent and skilful lover. “She is the first here,” thought Ignatiy Nikodimovich with satisfaction; the issue of Tatyana Alexandrovna’s “candidate minimum” was resolved for him.

He did not refuse the unofficial request of the honorable professor and academic council of the university, and a month later Ignatiy Nikodimovich warmly embraced his best student at a solemn banquet on the occasion of her defense of his thesis.