In the following days and weeks, I have regular sex with Tatyana Viktorovna. At school, if something happened, it was mostly after class. During the lessons, Tatyana Viktorovna was afraid to be caught by someone, and constantly asked to transfer the date to her home. Thus, basically, she flawlessly satisfied my lust at home. There were significant advantages to this. First, she had a big bed and a sofa at her home. She was much more comfortable to fuck than, for example, in the library's room, on a stool, surrounded by books. Secondly, the kitchen had a fridge with food. As in the joke - first drink, then eat, and then you can fuck.

Besides, her home had a completely different atmosphere than at school. And I could spend more time with her than just come-undress-fuck-get-dressed-go. I told my father that I stay after the lessons on football or karate. Because instead of the usual three o'clock in the afternoon, I did not return to my home before five or six o'clock in the evening. So, while we got to know each other closely, I learned a lot about her.

Indeed, she fell into the position of a powerless prostitute against her will. She, along with the house and all the property, lost in the cards to my uncle's husband. Her husband was a dishonest fraer, as she was later explained. Under pain of death, he rewrote the house to his uncle, threw his wife in the hands of his brother, and he fled from the city. Tatyana Viktorovna herself wanted to run away, but as it turned out, there was simply nowhere to run. And then, she was obliged to pay the debt of her husband, as the cost of the house and the car was not enough to cover the card debt. Even if she had run away, she would have been found sooner or later. She did not dare to go to the police either. I understood that it was useless. She was allowed to stay at "herself" at home. The rent was paid by the body. And debt in money. She was not allowed to go to the panel, since she was a slut of brotherhood. And she urgently needed work to somehow pay off debts.

Tatyana Viktorovna remembered her old friend ped. Institute - a school teacher. Having met Tatyana Viktorovna, without going into details, she asked me to look for a place in school. All the same, she is a teacher by training - a teacher of Russian language and literature. A friend naturally agreed to help. However, there were no vacancies for the teacher’s place, but there was a place for a librarian. Tatyana Viktorovna did not think for a long time.

Ironically, her friend was Irina Vladimirovna - my geography teacher. They studied together at the institute. And they were pretty close friends. After receiving diplomas, girlfriends went to work as teachers in the same school. True, Tatyana Viktorovna has not worked for a year. She quit on her own, and a year later married. As it turned out, for dishonest fraera.

He promised her a beautiful life. And partly kept his promise - cafes, restaurants, beauty salons. Tatyana Viktorovna did not particularly love him. Just been all happy. She felt for her husband herself a calm and secured, all necessary, woman. But one day, one spring day, everything broke off.

And everything broke off exactly on that spring day when my father sent me to carry a box of things to my uncle. From that day her new life began. At home she often received guests. Brothers came and one person, three, and then more. They took vodka with them, drank a good snack, and then fucked Tatiana Viktorovna enough.She also had to go to all sorts of villas and saunas. She herself called such trips a business trip. In these trips she was hard, because she had to withstand double loads. It was on these missions that her psychology of a well-groomed and petted wife broke.

Something like this was her fate. Her life was divided into work at school, and work after school. She hoped that there would be a rest at school, but her hopes had fallen that day when I threw her panties on the table, demanding to suck. Since then, she has lost relative equilibrium, and now she is constantly under pressure.

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One day I went to Tatyana Viktorovna to the library to arrange a meeting with her. Immediately after school, I could not, and after six, for a couple of hours I could come to visit. Moreover, it was Friday, and I was anticipating a vicious weekend. But my teacher suddenly declared that she could not. It was even amazing. Probably, I was too quickly accustomed to the fact that she at any time satisfied my every desire. I asked what was the matter. She replied that right after school, the guys would pick her up and go somewhere to the cottage. And at best, she will return only on Sunday evening. I could not object to such a thing to her.

All the weekend was spent with the thought that I was sitting here, at home on the couch, and Tatyana Viktorovna was somewhere in the country. And not just sitting on the couch - and lets himself fuck everyone. Not that I was jealous or worried about her. It was just that it didn’t fit in my head that I couldn’t fuck her when I wanted. In general, after the weekend, on Monday, I went to her library.

- Hello.

“Hello,” she answered without the usual smile. She looked very tired.

- Returned already? - I asked, sitting down on her desk.

- As you see...

- Well, tell me how it went?

Tatyana Viktorovna looked at me with surprise. But having noticed, probably, with what lust I was looking at her, I began to respond.

- Yes, as usual ... Is that sex was more, and tired more, - she yawned, wide open her working mouth, - I want to sleep, I can not.

- And there were a lot of them?

- Two took me, at the cottage itself there were three more people. Then someone else came, someone left. Over all not followed ...

- Man ten was?

- Over the whole weekend, yes, I guess.

- handled everyone?

“I had to cope,” she smiled sadly. And I felt sorry for her. One side. On the other hand, I wanted to fuck her right there, and without delay. Moreover, three days only thought about it.

“While you were coping there, I didn’t know what to do here all the weekend,” I said, walking around and clasping her behind my breasts.

“You think I didn't want to stay home?”

- It was necessary to say that ill, or something else like that. You are a smart fuck.

- Yes? So they killed me for it? No, let it be better exhausting.

I kept hugging her. Removing hair, I kissed her ___ in the neck

- I want you.

- Maybe after class?

- No, I want to now.

- Antosh, I still have it all there, let me take it in my mouth.

- Go to the store and wait for me there. I am now.

The teacher went to the store with books, and I went to close the door. When she returned, she had already prepared a place for herself - she put a soft towel under her feet, and kneeled on it. I unbuttoned my jeans as I went, and, coming close to her, I lowered them to my knees. Tatyana Viktorovna wrapped her arms around my legs, and my, already standing member, took in her mouth. She sucked inspired. Three days, and if you look, all four days, idle, made themselves felt. Blowjob is not delayed. And very soon, I plentifully pulled it into her mouth.

Already leaving, I asked her:

- Tanyuh, and when will you be ready to receive me here? - and I grabbed her hand for sexual delights.

- Maybe tomorrow ... but better the day after tomorrow.

- Good. Then on Wednesday, after the lessons you have.

Two days later, as agreed, we met at her house. We sat in the kitchen, ate sandwiches, drank tea. And already when we were about to go to her bedroom, I suddenly screamed the bell. I took a quick look at Tatyana Viktorovna:

- Who is it?

- Guests, probably ... who else.

- Do not open....