- PalPalych! There Sysyastik bare ass sparkles!

Shouting me through the open door, Seryoga Pikachulin rushed to carry the news further. It’s not a matter of course for a tenth-grader to talk with the school’s director, but this particular tenth-grader was born the ministerial’s son, so he was inviolable. Throwing him out of my head, I jumped up anxiously and rushed to the Sisyastika class. At the cherished door already crowded the people. Our school was pre-revolutionary, with windows above the class doors, so I was not even surprised. Having pushed the youth from the substituted chair, I pushed the puffing gymnast off him and climbed onto the chair myself. Rising on tiptoe, looked into the dusty window.

Sisyastik just drew some formulas on the blackboard and, carrying something on the incomprehensible-arithmetic, bent, following the record, to the lower corner of the blackboard. Usually, the smooth, dense hairstyle of the Sisystika today was some kind of loose, and wearing on her were ofiigensko high heels, light brown stockings with rare seam on the back vertical and a jacket. Just a long jacket. Long, but did not leave any doubt that the Sysyastic still had stockings and not pantyhose: the openwork elastic shamelessly cut the upper edge over the tender white thigh, the crocodiles of the belt sparkled in the morning sun.

Leaning Sisyastik caused a noisy sigh between high school students who were stuck in the unprecedented attention, and I caught my breath: the hem of my jacket was slowly crawling over a steep thigh and a round buttock. Just a little more ... Sisyastic straightened, cast a stern look at the class and shot the students with some kind of "cosines". And suddenly she reached for the upper edge of the board, in order to dance the next characters in a fast alien script. The jacket slid up easily, and for three long seconds the morning light from the windows gleamed on the alabaster skin, sculpturally highlighting the bare buttock folds, so tight and gentle at the same time ...

I jumped off the chair, thrust it into some confused youth who had not waited for his turn, and opened the door to the classroom. Yeleyno called:

- Victoria Stepanovna!

Sisistik flinched and slowly turned to me. I was once again caught the breath from her beauty: he wiped his face with a heart framed by lush golden curls, a fox's cut in green eyes, a snub nose gently twitches his upper lip, which is compensated by an incredibly full bottom; the everlasting golden bang-pony, which gave the face a naively-childish image, simply praying for his obspuskali, this bang turned today into a steep wave, playfully falling in one eye. But the main thing was visible in the neckline of the jacket: it turned out that Sisystic was not naked underneath, but was covered like a second skin, a delicate dark brown turtleneck, absolutely transparent, ending with a tight velvet collar - and through this transparent fabric into the V-shaped neckline they wore huge, round, smooth dignity Sisyastika.

In fact, we held breasts in our hands and bigger ones (the size of the fifth was filled with milky sweetness, not more), but Sisyastika’s body did not burden a single gram of fat, and the size of clothes she wore was not the 44th, not the 36th, I do not understand, but her waist is ready for a dispute to hug the fingers of two hands. On such an elegant body, the breasts looked phenomenally huge. As she walked, swaying them involuntarily, it seemed that the buffers were about to outweigh and the Sisyastic would fall. I don’t know if she ever saw her body below THEM ... Unless her feet.

So, Sisyastik froze with crayon in one hand and a pointer in the other, and in the diverging bottom of the jacket could be seen the edge of a super-short velvet black skirt, leaving open the very toe of dark panties.

“Allow me to follow me,” I said, and pushing the crowd with my eyes, I went to my office. Sisyastik clatter behind.

He let the girl forward, slammed the door, turned the key, said without turning:

- Well, what is it called?

- What is the matter, PalPalych, - Sisyastik rasped up in a crying voice, - what do you mean? Everything's under control!

- Under whose control? - I turned to her, confused, blowing away a slutty bang from the eye. In a combat evening make-up, with a rapidly heaving chest, almost tearing the buttons of a jacket, she looked amazing. I only had enough to keep mimicry, the disobedient heart thrashed somewhere under two hundred.

“Mine,” Sistik squeaked. - Under my control!

I sighed:

- Victoria Stepanovna! When you walk around the school in blouses, the buttons of which just tear the loops ... or in shirts, where even chest pockets can't smooth your erect nipples ... or in turtlenecks, which bring your bust to the class a minute before you will enter yourself ... In general, I am ready to close my eyes on all this, because I understand: the fortieth size of clothes cannot pacify what is intended for the sixtieth! The whole pedagogical council claims that you have a corrupting effect on schoolchildren, and only I protect you, although I agree with them in my heart. Of course, this is because you, Victoria Stepanovna, are infinitely like me as a person. But not only! I am of the opinion that the teacher is shaped by psychology, logic and professionalism, and not by the physique pathology - I allowed myself a passionate angry look at her wilted tits. - But today, Victoria Stepanovna ... This is simply unimaginable! What do you allow yourself? !!

From my sudden bellow, Sisistik shuddered, bouncing heavily with her breasts, and whined again:

- PalPalych, my friend has a birthday ... At the club all night ... I did not have time to change clothes ...

- Shut up! - I snapped, in two steps I covered the distance between us and almost nuzzled her frightened face. From Sisyastika smelled of subtle exquisite perfume. - Why did you come to school naked ?!

- So I explain ...

- Shut up! Why naked? !!

- So I am a jacket ...

- Is this something? !! - I threw the floor, exposing the micro-skirt, did not hide the flirty stockings on the belt.

“You can't see anything,” she snarled.

- I can see everything!

She opened her mouth to protest, but I interrupted:

- Dear! Yes, from you smash alcohol!

Sisytik frightened away:

- Can not be! I'm only a glass of champagne ... Well, two! But at midnight ... It can not be!

“Shut up,” I hissed. - What do you allow yourself ?! You are at work drunk and naked! You're lying to the director!

Gathering her courage, Sisistik closed her eyes (the shadow of her long eyelashes lay on half her cheeks) and took a deep breath, almost throwing her huge breasts into the neck of her jacket.

“I put on my jacket,” she snapped. - No one saw anything.

- Have not seen? - I, like, was surprised and recoiled. - Well, convince me.

Sisyastik was wary silent.

- So, you lead a lesson. Here is a blackboard in front of you, - I nodded at the poster of human evolution hanging on the wall. - Allow me to step up and show the top edge of the board.

She walked in silence and, holding up her hand, touched the upper edge of the poster, the benefit was on ten-centimeter heels.

- No, - I grinned, - remember the real size of the board. Touch the carnation!

Sisistik sighed and stretched doom. Jacket crawled up, exposing, as just now, buttock folds. I immediately found myself near and began to slap on them from below - one at a time, the other, one at a time:

- And what's that? What's this? What's this?

After a moment of confusion, Sisyastic covered her buttocks with her palms:

- PalPalych!

- What, “PalPalych”? I do not have a mirror, show you what class saw you! It was necessary so ... And now bend over!

- PalPalych! I did not stoop!

“But you dropped the chalk,” I threw a pen on the floor at her feet. - Come on! Raise the chalk!

“I won't,” she shook her head and breasts.

- Stop bickering! How dressed, and work!

Throwing a doomed glance over my shoulder at me, Sisyastik began to lean on straight legs. Jacket crawled up skirt too. Frozen, the girl decided to trick: she squatted down and stretched ...