- He only says that you are a shifted botan and a totally perverted pervert ...

- You told him to shave his balls, right?

- Have you tried threesome sex?

- Does female sex excite you?

- What to do so you showed boobs?

- And in general showed her body?

Lisa took a breath to say something pedagogical, but suddenly met Travis's gaze.

He was pleading, that look. Travis was afraid she would let out his secret to the whole class.

And then Liza suddenly realized what to say.

- Nuuuu ... - she began, feeling chill in the liver. She has never played such games. - Well ... In order for me to show you boobs, you need at least five of you to tell me in Russian about yourself, about your family, about your hobbies ... Without a single mistake. And I will ask you as many questions as I want, and they will also need to be answered without a single mistake ...

People indignantly boomed.

- If ... If you show me your sis ... that is - if you tell me about the family, - Lisa shouted to them, - and also answer two questions without errors, then I will undress from the waist. If you answer without errors more than two questions ... each of the five, I mean - I will spend topless the whole lesson. And if ... if the three of you, without mistakes, tell me the content of the work of Russian literature, which I will call - in Russian, of course - I will undress and hold a lesson in this form. I will even allow you to draw whatever you want on my naked body.

A smile of relief played on Travis's face. “I told you, it’s a complete pervert,” he whispered to the neighbors.

Lisa was scared and excited. She didn’t believe for a second that her wards would be able to complete at least half of these tasks, but she wondered if all this would leak into the director’s office. However, she decided, the guys are so eager to see her charms that they will crawl out of their skin, not talking too much.

And she was right. The next day, each student was a volunteer, and Lisa did not even have time to listen to everyone.

Alas (for them) and fortunately (for Liza) they made a mistake every three words. At first they tried to accuse her of a fly, but Lisa, with a dictionary, proved to them her honesty. In the next lesson, it all started over.

From lesson to lesson there were fewer errors. True, there were still a lot of them, and Lisa reassured herself that in any case she could get out. She already knew the biographies and hobbies of all her students. All of them were the same as copy-paste: father, businessman, mother is a housewife, I love boxing, football, beer, punk rock and sex. The sexual preferences were the most detailed, and soon Lisa was crammed with intimate secrets of the whole class, like an experienced sexologist.

The farther - the more chill it in the liver cooled her. Several times Liza at home stripped naked and made herself look in front of the mirror, trying to imagine what she would see the guys from school. She had told herself a thousand times that it was all “just like that,” that it would never be, trying to hide the chill as deeply as possible into herself — where he was almost imperceptible.

This is unbelievable, but in the class they dealt exclusively with the topic The distrustful headmaster, director, teacher of Russian, other teachers came and made sure that the miracle that the chicken telegraph reported to them was not fiction, and that Lisa did manage to take foreign tricksters from whom the entire school was moaning. Everyone has seen how much better they speak Russian, and the director has already whispered to Lisa that she takes her double salary from next year. They began to greet her respectfully in the corridors, began to ask her for advice, and Lisa struggled to wake herself up from a naive girl who just loved her work, and that was that.

When one pupil (of course, it was Travis), without a single mistake, told her about his life in New Mexico, and then he also endured a conversation with her about his mom's cacti, making such paltry mistakes that they could not be taken into account - then Lisa seriously thought.

It was three months after her ultimatum.

“Travis just has special views on me. But I do not have to fuck him. I'll find some excuse ... I'm a woman, after all, ”she urged herself. - And others would never master the language as he did. For a naked boob no fool will not work hard ... "

***

But she was wrong.

Within a month, there were three such people. She changed the topic - now it was necessary to tell not about oneself, but about the history of Russia - but the class had already trained so well that the transition to the new rails took about a week and a half from the strength ...

These historical days Lisa remembered for a lifetime.

Exactly five people without a single mistake told her about serfdom, about Stalin's repressions, about the victory in the Great Patriotic War, about Yaroslav the Wise, about Peter the First and answered several of her questions.

The questions were confused, for Liza suddenly realized that she had lost. (Or won - depending on which side to look at.) And now she will have to uncover before the eyes of the whole class.

She pulled the dialogue to the very end of the lesson. When an outraged class called her to justice, Lisa was forced to admit that her conditions were fulfilled and promise to have tomorrow's lesson topless.

“Just not coming, that's all,” she thought. - “Ill. Who prevents me from getting sick? I’ll undress now, catch a cold and get sick ... ”

It was cold. Lisa threw off her coat, hat, sweater, jeans, wanted to run barefoot in the snow, but could not and, tearing her throat from a screech, thrust her reddened heels back into her shoes.

It is not known why, but Liza not only did not catch a cold, but did not even freeze. At night she, fidgeting with insomnia, ran out into the yard and undressed there naked. To heighten the effect, she jumped naked into a snowdrift - and, choking on a swallowed screech, darted a bullet back to the porch. She did not have time to freeze again. There was only a cold shower, but Liza suddenly wanted to sleep so badly that she collapsed right in her sweater into bed and fell asleep, like a dead woman.

"Well, overslept," she thought hopefully when she woke up. But alas, there was an hour and a half before going to work. “Nothing, I’m still sleeping”, Lisa consoled herself and lay with her eyes closed, feeling that she would not fall asleep ...

When she came to class, she was drilled with a dozen sharp looks.

“Halloween,” Lisa said cheerfully, walking to her desk.

The class silently watched her.

“Today we will continue our conversations ...” she began, without looking at the guys.

Behind her desk was a shelf of books, and Lisa began to touch them, not knowing why she was doing this.

Silence became unbearable, and Lisa felt that she could no longer.

Feeling both horror and relief, she began to unbutton her jacket.

The class exploded with screams, applause and whistles.

Without turning to them, she took it off. Then a blouse, then a bra ... The class was not breathing, but it was already a completely different silence - reverently admiring, as if in front of the audience they were throwing draperies from a precious picture or statue. Lisa felt it when slowly and smoothly, as an oriental dancer, turned to the class.

She was terrified to do this, but at the same time a strange feeling stirred in her - as if she, as a queen, gives her subjects her beauty. Perhaps nothing has torn her nerves like this feeling ...

The class exploded screaming three times louder than before.

“Let's continue the lesson,” said Lisa, sitting down at the table.

Her stunning breasts were aimed directly at the students. Big strawberry nipples, immediately swollen with excitement, compressed into tight lumps, and Lisa felt their tightness, which drilled the air. Loose curls covered her naked torso, enveloping her shoulders and collarbones ...

“And now,” she said, when the class had calmed down a little, “and now, please, place all your gadgets on my desk. Tablets, smartphones and all-all-all, ... Read more →