Cases are different. You never know how and what can turn around, why sometimes we act this way and not differently. So Olga Viktorovna, having come to work in a communication institute, could not even think what adventures she could expect. She was a prominent lady. Dress to the knees favorably emphasized the slimness of the legs. A skinny jacket defined the waist, and a blouse concealed third-size poured breasts. Glasses, blonde hair and blue eyes only complemented the picture. She tried to dress modestly - at the institute did not encourage bright and challenging outfits.

The main couples ended, and the second hour of extra classes went. The ninth group rewrote the test paper on physics. Olga Viktorovna looked out of the window with sadness. Gray October rattled raindrop on the metal window sill. “To go home again in the dark,” she looked at her watch. Three guys remained in the audience. Olga Viktorovna got up from the table and walked around the class, looking over each shoulder. The batteries warmed up and it became stifling. Physics was obviously given to them with difficulty. Here is one of them, sighing, took the shabby piece of paper and carried it to the teaching desk, and behind it the second. Olga nodded, holding their gaze. From under the desks fell sheets. She stooped and picked them up - cribs. Well, everyone has their strengths. Only Artem remained in the office. The teacher sat down at the table and began to check the work submitted. The clock was ticking.

"Another fifteen minutes and everything," she decided, and looked at the guy. Such a nice boy, well-groomed, without acne, meek. But with physics, he did not ask.

Artem had reasons for that ... Olga Viktorovna seemed to mock him. Walking around and twisting its roundness. Bud specially, bending down, otklyachala ass did not give focus on physics. Then she took off her jacket and laces of a bra shone through her blouse, or did Artyom finish them himself? The member was a stake, and in the lower abdomen, it ached strongly from over-excitement. “It is necessary to at least write something and throw it out of here,” thought Artyom, but pictures with naked Olga Viktorovna floated before my eyes, and the fragrance of her perfume excited even more.

Fifteen minutes have passed. Olga looked at her watch, then at Artyom. All, it's time to finish. Almost no one was at the institute, only the clock ticked steadily, and the rain tapped out their serenades. She looked at Artyom again, he was obviously not staring at her, but immediately looked away.

“Artem,” she said. - Let's get what you did.

The lad rose awkwardly and hobbled reluctantly to the table.

“Come on,” she extended her hand after the sheet from the control. - Something is not enough - the guy had some incomprehensible grimace on his face.

- What is wrong with you? - Olga stared at him with lowered glasses. - Does it hurt?

- Yes, it hurts below the belt, - the guy was clearly embarrassed and hesitated.

Olga's hand somehow she ran the guy's belt.

- Does it hurt here?

- Nnnet below.

- Below ?! - Something in Olga's head went out, some kind of brake. She was sitting at the table began to feel the guy below, and then through the pants felt excited member.

- Well, show me. - Olga in one motion unbuckled the belt and a huge member of the teenager fell out. He was handsome, hilly, with a big head, and most importantly he smelled pleasantly. Olga just could not look away.

Then everything was in a fog. My head flashed thoughts about caution and about the fact that it is impossible. But they quickly faded against the background of a young member sticking up in front of the face.

- Does he hurt? - quietly said Olga and took a member in her hand. Young unbridled energy, which was enclosed in him, was waiting for release. She took the balls with her second hand, and the penis seemed to be getting bigger, running it spellbound. She looked up at the guy - his eyes rolled up.

- So that hurts. - she said quietly. Involuntarily leading the unit by hand.

From affection, he began to twitch

- What are you ...! She cried out. Artyom was standing over the table, there were sheets with checklists, exercise books, a magazine. And Olga in one motion sent a member into her mouth. He jerked a couple of times, she squeezed him with his fingers and a hot jet of sperm hit her mouth. At the same moment it seemed to have raised and carried it somewhere. Sperm everything flowed out and flowed out, the member shrank giving out new portions, and in Olga, in the abdomen, billions of fireworks were torn by huge flashes. She squeezed the convulsed member with her hand and finished with him ...

Artyom was in space. Numerous fantasies about Olga Viktorovna embodied in reality. The teacher's gentle fingers skillfully squeezed a member, so he poured everything to the end. Artyom opened his eyes and saw the blissful face of Olga with his cock in his mouth. From this, it seemed, the faded unit started again for a minute. Olga squeezed approval, continuing to suck cock.

She began to rebound. The whole mouth was filled with sperm. Olga swallowed, drinking it, and dropped the guy. A member sluggishly fell out of her hands. He was great - big, juicy, with muddy drops of sperm on the tip. Artyom went limp and stood a graven image in front of Olga.

- You, you ... - Lips did not obey, the whole body was ringing from an orgasm, and the pussy just sank in from nowhere undertook the juices.

But we must take it in hand! Olga jumped up from the table.

- Zastegni, quickly - she uttered. - There was nothing! Do you understand?

The guy stood like an idol, but began to recover. He shoved his boa into his pants and began to nod.

- Do not tell anyone what was here! - She said in a terrible whisper. - Go away!

Artyom just nodded. He mumbled something in response, grabbed things from the desk and ran out of the classroom with a bullet.

Olga sank into a chair and exhaled. The body continued to ring from an orgasm. The pussy was all wet, her lips were dry from the salty sperm. She grabbed a bottle of water from her purse and gulped it to the bottom. Thoughts began to come in an orderly state: “What have I done? But he is good for me in children! ” But it was too late to think. The guy ran away. Tomorrow will need to talk to him. Olga Viktorovna put herself in order, collected notebooks from the table and hurried home.

To be continued...