Olenka came to school as a chemistry teacher right from her student seat. She was a slender brunette with a very impressive chest ... At the very first lesson in her class, she met very frank glances, feeling her naughty glances at her slim figure ... After returning home, she told her husband that she would no longer go to these goats. Her husband gently hugged her, stroked his head and whispered: "You can not call anyone goats" ...

Olga Nikolaevna went to her class the next day and led the lessons, stoically ignoring the already truly male views.

And in a few months, she, as a class teacher, decided to take out her class to nature. Or rather to the country to one of the students. The cottage was a large mansion near Tosno. Naturally, she could not keep her great-age loafers from the noisy party. Someone felt bad. Someone has retired to the rooms on the upper floors. From all this, Olga Nikolayevna got into a fuss and herself did not notice how she had moved a few of her students in the company. No, everything was grandly noble, the guys sedately drank their master's Remy Martin, the girls — martinis, laughed, joked ... But the teacher remembered vaguely what happened next.

Olenka woke up with a weak headache and the feeling that something was wrong. For a while she listened to her own feelings. The body under the cool sheets was filled with some sweet mouth. And then, oh, horror, Olenka discovered that she was lying absolutely naked! Worse, after looking around, she realized that the sheets were soiled with something white, apparently with sperm. She was raped! She tried to recall the events of the night, but there was one continuous memory failure in her head.

The following Monday, Olga Nikolayevna led a lesson in her 11b, the torturer, but trying to figure out who took advantage of her intoxication. However, none of the guys showed any concern, nor did they look at her unnecessarily aggressively. After the lesson, she, having already calmed down completely, went to the laboratory assistant. Her hands shook as she hurriedly and unskillfully lit a cigarette from her husband’s pack. But then the door creaked, and the key turned in the lock. Cold with horror, Olenka turned on her suddenly wadded legs. Misha stood grinning in front of her. He slowly took a step forward and, still grinning, ran his hand between her thighs. Olenka gasped. Her brain refused to believe what was happening. And the iron fingers through the fabric of the skirt and panties crushed her sensitive lower lips.

Olga Nikolaevna bounced off her pupil, there was no limit to her outrage. Panting with rage, she said angrily:

- Misha, what do you allow yourself?

- But, Olga Nikolaevna, quite recently you were completely different!

Brazenly smiling, Misha took a camera out of his pocket and, going up to the teacher, began to show pictures. Olga Nikolaevna was horrified, looking at the unfolding pictures of her own fall. Misha shot her at that dacha in all unimaginable positions, and she, as the last whore, was shameless and vicious!

“But this is what I like most of all,” Misha cooed at the pink ear, enlarging the frame with one hand and squeezing the elastic buttocks of the teacher with the other.

Olga Nikolaevna saw her flat stomach approaching with a neat navel, how it became clear that he was completely filled with sperm - Misha finished on her stomach!

Not in herself from shame and humiliation, Olenka wriggled out of the capture of Misha and muttered:

- Misha, please, don't.

Misha, smiling broadly, shook his head, and began to unbutton her blouse. The woman continued to mutter something appealing, but, feeling herself in the full power of the lustful student, she did not interfere.Soon, Misha freed her breasts from her bra and squeezed them with pleasure, then squeezing, then rolling in his palms resilient weighty balls, then painfully pinching the swelling nipple.

“Misha, well, please, well, stop it ...” Olga Nikolaevna continued to murmur, with difficulty removing the mockery of her humble body.

- I will do everything what you want.

Misha, for a moment looking up from the contemplation of her naked chest, laughed:

- And how, Olga Nikolaevna. You will do whatever I want. You do not want these pictures to hit the Internet? Not? - His ruthless fingers hurt his chest.

“No, Misha,” the teacher mumbled, wincing in pain, “don't go to the Internet!”

“Besides,” Misha’s voice was insinuating, “you do not want the whole school to know the address of this site?” - The second chest was crushed just as mercilessly.

Olenka squeaked and, having bitten a full sponge, shook her head.

- I see, you think well, Olga Nikolaevna! - Misha smiled. - So anywhere, anytime I want? ...

Misha was no longer interested in the reaction of the young woman, stroking the velvety skin, slightly reddened where she had been exposed to the rough impact of cruel fingers.

- Great tits you! - Misha mumbled after some time studied and crumpled the breast of the submissive woman. Olga Nikolayevna twitched, as from a slap in the face, and in wide open eyes the insult lit up.

“Misha,” the teacher sternly began, feeling the male confident hands caressing her chest in an open blouse. - Misha, stop now! Misha! - Olga Nikolayevna almost shouted. She still managed to attract the attention of a student who was already enjoying complete submission to the victim. Misha looked puzzled at the teacher. And she, having withdrawn, tried to put a blouse on her chest.

- Misha, I can not let you ...

- But who asks you, bitch? - Misha's calm confidence was worse than a scream or outright rudeness.

He abruptly turned Olenka to the wall and, without ceremony, leaned forward. In order not to hit her forehead, Olga Nikolaevna rested her palms on a rough surface. Meanwhile, Misha, holding up her skirt, sharply jerked thin panties, so that they broke off and fell limply on the floor with a limp rag. Olenka meekly stood with a bare pop-koy, provided on display of his own student. Finally, Misha, having enjoyed the spectacle, loudly slapped the woman across the elastic hemisphere. Olga Nikolaevna howled not so much from pain as from humiliation, but continued to stand still in the same shameless pose - with an unkempt butt, leaning slightly forward and resting her hands on the wall. And Misha ordered:

“Her legs are wider, bitch,” and after the teacher had spread her legs to the width of her shoulders, she roughly grabbed her crotch.

Olenka began to cry, but she did not dare to object.

“You have a great ass, Olga Nikolaevna,” said Misha mockingly, “smooth, resilient, juicy.” Husband told you, what a wonderful ass you have?

Suppressing a sob, the young woman said:

- My husband is not one of those who tell women such abominations.

Misha, without stopping rudely caressing defenseless petals, whistled:

- Fool you have a husband, however! On this ass pray is necessary. Probably, and fuck in the dark and on schedule?

- We are not fucking! We make love! - screamed Olenka whether from annoyance that the student got to the point, or because his ruthless fingers unceremoniously examined her vagina, as deep as possible.

Misha leaned over to the delicate ear and mockingly whispered:

- Yes, you're already flowing like the last damn. You want me to fuck you, and no "making love"!

Olenka groaned:

- You are mistaken, Misha. You are a rapist, what you want to do is dirty and mean. Stop until you have committed the greatest vileness in your life.

- This is the pipe - from ...