- Yes, mom ... no ... everything is good, enough money ... when you get back ... well, I understand ... come on, mom, I love you too.
She put the phone in her bag and lit it.
Her name was Margarita, she recently turned 18. A sheaf of thick golden hair developed from gusts of wind and she decided to collect them. A small face with huge brown eyes, combined with a pencil, full lips, shaped like a heart, with a neat little nose, opened its gaze. She inhaled and released a pair of rings of white smoke.
“And you told me that you were throwing,” a voice came from behind her.
“So I quit,” she turned. Taking another breath, the girl threw a cigarette into the tank.
Before her stood Yuri Stanislavovich, a teacher of geography. In a word, he was not at all like a teacher, but God knows what led him to work at school. And the communication between the teacher and the students was not as usual. He was somewhere around 35. He was tall, with broad shoulders, the standard build of a certain macho man, according to which all high school girls were dry, and not only that. He always chose jeans, a shirt and a leather jacket from clothes, he collected his hair in a small tail.
- Baby, well, what happened again? He asked, tenderly hugging her shoulders.
He was a member of the BROTHERHOOD MC motoclub, so everyone in the classes where he taught each had his own “nickname”. He affectionately called her Baby.
- Yura, I saw this whore. She jumped into his car - she wanted to smoke again, but did not have time.
- Soooo, it's clear. Come with me! - he took her in his arms and went to the side of the house, then threw it in the air.
- How much do you weigh? Very thin has become! Do not worry, Baby, I'll fatten you, - he smiled and looked at her with his big blue eyes through his sunglasses.
Rita's figure was great. Slender long legs, flat tummy, full chest 2 sizes, inflated pop. The girl was very well maintained.
They quickly climbed the stairs and he took her to the apartment.
- We arrived! Things you can throw here. I do not propose slippers, I have nothing on such a small leg, - he smiled again.
- Want to drink?
- Whiskey and Coke.
- Baby, you are very lucky with me, - he took out a bottle.
They passed into the hall. Rita sat on the couch, curled up.
“And you have her sweetie,” said the girl, pointing her foot to the bra waving under the table.
- Fourth, by the way all natural! - he answered and laughed.
They drank a glass.
- Do not think about anything, honey. Why do you need this? We have already discussed this with you a hundred times.
Rita nodded.
- Let's go to the balcony, I want to smoke.
They went into another room that opens onto a balcony.
During the following minutes, the girl found out about all the adventures that happened that night with the landlord. The owner of 4 size campaign was good.
They drank some more. This time the girl drank pure whiskey.
- Baby, well, do not be sad, you do not go!
“Since he is having fun somewhere, I shouldn’t be sad too ... right?” - she came close.
- Yuri Stanislavovich ... I think you can help me ... - she pressed her back to him, began to arch.
Alcohol worked well. That's what good whiskey can do!
- Baby, what are you, baby, let's better lie down? I'll make you some tea now.
In response, the girl took him by the hands and ran them under her vest.
- Yura ... Yuri Stanislavovich, well ... You are my teacher ... you can help me, be sure to teach something ... - her hands lay on top of him and she ruled his palms. Her back felt that the return reaction had gone, he was excited.
She stood on tiptoe and tried to get her ass to his pants.
After a moment she was in his arms, he looked into her eyes, full of desire.
- I want you ... Yur ... it's not alcohol ...really ... you are such an adult man, experienced ... so fuck your beloved student ... do you also want this? - she wrapped her legs.
Without another word, he put her on the bed.
- Well, teacher-student? Good. - he sat down.
“Last time you started skipping classes,” he began to pull the straps out of his jeans. - I think you understand that you will be punished for this?
He pulled her to his lap with a jerk — she was breathing heavily.
“Pull off your jeans,” for the first time, his voice seemed stern to her. She dutifully pulled off her pants.
Cool leather belt walked through her ass. Yura began to spank her. Of course, he did not do it much, but after 20 slaps, the girl's priest turned red and Rita began to fidget. Now the blows were stronger, but less often.
- With this, so far everything, but I hope you understood me well? - he turned her head towards himself.
- Yes, Yuri Stanislavovich, I understood everything! - she bent back and put her ass, clearly demanding to continue.
“Now I must examine you.” He pulled her panties to the knees.
“What a beauty,” he put his palm on her crotch, “warmth ...” With his thumb he began to caress the pink ring of her ass. The girl was frightened and shrank.
“Relax, lap, I won't hurt you,” and again his voice seemed to her the same, so soft, kind and gentle.
“Were you touched here before?” - he parted her labia with his fingers.
The girl shook her head, embarrassed.
- And you're not lying to me, beauty? - Of course, he knew perfectly well that she was no longer a girl, because there were moments when he helped her with advice in these matters.
- Yuri Stanislavovich, do not!
“Well, you, little one, I will only look,” he began to gently insert his index finger, the girl started and began to moan.
The finger entered easily, and the second followed. Now Rita was lying on her teacher’s lap, with her arms held behind her back, which he held with her left hand, and he was wielding her right with her pussy. With two fingers, he fucked her pussy, massaged his ass with a big one, and the others were rubbed by her swollen clit from excitement.
“You are my good girl ... yes, like this ... I told you it wouldn't hurt.”
- Aaaaah ... - Rita moaned loudly. Her vagina clenched, Yura realized that she had finished. He gently removed his hand and kissed Rita on the top of his head.
She lay in one T-shirt, with a sticking out ass, smiling sweetly and covering her eyes.
Yura covered her rug, turned off the light and went out.
Rita woke up only in the evening. Pulling on her panties, she went to the balcony to smoke, and then went to the kitchen. Yura was preparing dinner.
When he saw her, he smiled, hugged and asked how she felt.
- Yur ... I know that you wanted me ... but you did not ... why?
Big eyes stared at him.
- Baby, well do you really think that I could take advantage of you? You were drunk, - he smiled and sat her on his lap.
- But you still had to do well! - he laughed and ran his hand into her hair.
- My favorite student!
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Somehow I can not believe that there are such teachers in our schools, especially now, but in general the story is very well written and built.
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I liked the story. But what does the drama and observers have to do with it?) + 9 with all the “yes”.
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The story looks very unreliable, as I understand it, because of the youth of the author.
To be not so scary, I'll start with the good.
OK:
1. The plot is classic for such a topic. The author has withstood it - he refrained from deploying a full-blown bite - it is very good. It was asking after the belt.
2. Intimacy: 10+ - a realistic and beautiful description of a female orgasm. NOT prolonged, for which great respect.
Well, that's probably all. And then bad.
WHAT IS WRONG?
Author to teach materiel:
1. Any teacher would be fired from most Russian schools simply for a haircut (except for a music and drawing teacher), I’m not even talking about going to work in a t-shirt and jacket. That is, to see him in this form in the city of Mr. Mr. could not. And a normal teacher would try in this form to not shine before the students.
2. A normal teacher will always keep a distance with students - this is one of the first things taught in teachers' colleges. The result of the cronyism of the teacher and the students is the loss of control over the class, the breakdown of lessons and the subsequent dismissal. Especially with high school students.
3. Even if Mr. Mr. is already 18, such relationships are considered not ethical: if any indifferent acquaintances would see the heroes on the court - for example, the way he drags her home, the teacher would leave work during the week.
Alternatively, transfer the action to Japan: there is an agreement age of 13 years, sex between teenagers under 17 years of age and everything else except sexual intercourse itself is considered legal: pinging, etc., if one of the partners is less than 17 years old. (see hentai and japanese law).
4. Nicknames, even in quotation marks, are given to dogs, cats and other living creatures. People are given CALLS. If the child’s parents find out that the teacher gave him the nickname that the child in the class, for example, began to tease or even simply call (even if the child likes it), then they can demand compensation for moral harm through the court (payment of psychological examination to determine damage to the psyche of the child, work with a psychotherapist, etc. - Checks (receipts) are provided) All of this will entail an automatic loss of qualifications and dismissal under the article.
5. 35-year-old men seem to be the most “deep old” for 18 years old girls. Think about it, it's 17 years of difference! Biologically, he can be her dad! Here 25 - quite perceived age. 25-year-old men are perceived by girls as 18 years old to be very mature and mature.
6. Big blue eyes through the sunglasses seem at least brown or they are not visible at all.
7. The behavior of the girl in terms of naturalness, I will not discuss in connection with the specifics of the site. And therefore I will not ask why he dragged her to his home. Apparently, he decided that additional classes in geography would help her switch from personal tragedy, gee-gee-gee.
8. When you are whipped with a belt on the pope, even slightly, it is difficult to determine if it is cool or not. Where Yuri Stanislavovich took it that she would like it: often exciting fantasies in the implementation of those cease to be. And the pain in most people very effectively suppresses sexual arousal at any stage. The exception is masochists, or people who want to diversify their experience and increase their feelings due to the release of adrenaline. What makes him think that she is, and even at 18? (again, hentai motifs can be traced).
All of the above kills (at least for me) the opportunity to empathize with the heroes and causes frank rzhach in places. I do not think that the author pursued such a goal.
LITERACY!!!
1. Author, children and processes develop, and hair and banners evolve - from the word blow.
2. The entrance usually happens ON a playground and Mr. gnya sat on a bench At an input, but not to an entrance.
3. G. Mr. Nya does not take another breath, but another puff before throwing a cigarette into the tank is an inaccurate use of words.
4. The room on the balcony can not go. There may be a staircase, a road, and of course a person. The room may have a window with a balcony. The room can be a balcony. The room itself and goes out, then only facing east, to the sea shore to the courtyard. etc. (Just in case: the courtyard is run exclusively in the village and according to need). The same room, hall, chamber, chamber can go out with one wall into the next chamber, hall, chamber, room, pantry - further along the plot.
5. Booty is pumped up. From the word swing - build, strengthen muscles. And a glass can be inflated, for example, from the word roll.
STYLISTIC STATEMENT
Koryavenkaya. Treatment recipe: READ MORE CLASSICS, including love: Bunin, Turgenev, Pushkin's prose, from foreign ones: Zola, Mopasan, Boccaccio. There are mostly stories. Overpower, I think.
And repeating Nefertiti: where are the drama and the watchers?
SUMMARY:
Write on you should, no doubt. But it is also necessary to read - a lot of good and different things, to enrich the language, to hone the style.
Remember: a good prelude in the story gets no less than a good description of intimate scenes. And realistic descriptions of the situation and people, as well as their psychological reactions and experiences, allow you to dive deeper into the atmosphere and, accordingly, empathize with the heroes.
And increase literacy !!!
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