he was her own. A second later, the palm of the second hand, which was cool with cream soap, was connected to the case and started rolling my balls like tennis balls.

I was incredibly embarrassed. For a moment I wanted to scream, but I suddenly felt scared that someone would look behind the curtains in the back room and see me in that position. I became quiet. Elena Vitalyevna understood everything perfectly and, taking my youthful shyness hostage, now slowly enjoying her power, now squeezing the scrotum to the excruciating pain, now rubbing the sensitive area under the cap.

Soon, I felt that my weakened member was from excitement again being poured by force under Elena Vitalevna’s insistent caresses. Time passed, and, despite the burning shame, my excitement gradually increased, becoming critical. I do not know how, but my teacher perfectly felt the moment when I was close to ejaculation. Every time when I was on the verge, Elena Vitalyevna somehow twisted my testicles in a special way and pulled the cock over the bridle down. This was accompanied by throbbing pain, but the orgasm retreated and I could take a couple of breaths of air, after which our “lesson” continued. Apparently, Elena Vitalievna was pretty amused by this kind of game. She masturbated my dick with confident, sweeping movements around the trunk, then lingering her hand at the base, then accelerating the pace. My languishing testicles now only wanted one, but Elena Vitalevna, with her skillful actions, prevented ejaculation time after time.

Suddenly, I realized that after each orgasmic attack, my dick can withstand more and more frictions, and with her right hand Elena Vitalyevna helps me with less sperm retention. She seemed to be training me. Swinging accidentally, I looked beneath myself: the boy's penis no longer hung between my legs - now there was a real member of an adult man swaying there, big and stone hard, with appearing veins and a purple, embossed hat. A sudden feeling of some kind of incomprehensible pride told me to hold on. “I’m not going to finish it,” I thought stubbornly. It even seemed to me that, although Elena Vitalyevna still felt her power over the situation, now she raised her eyebrow in surprise, paying tribute to the beautiful genital organ of her former pupil.

But, alas, my experience was incommensurable with her. Elena Vitalyevna, being a doctor by her first education, undoubtedly, knew much more about my body than I did. With a quick movement, she inserted the slippery finger of her free hand right in my ass. I desperately squeezed my buttocks, but it was too late - my teacher’s deft finger was already there. For several seconds he patiently examined me from the inside, and then, apparently, groping for something, he began to rhythmically press on the same place. After that, something strange began to happen to me: I felt only unpleasant pressure, but at the same time I felt that my excitement was inexorably increasing. And not the excitement of the penis - and so he was stone hard, but somewhere below, between the testicles and the anus. It's hard to describe with words. It was as if I poured some eroticism from the inside. I suddenly felt my bare, tense buttocks, felt the hardness of my nipples. My erogenous zone is now supposedly not limited to one member, and my whole body responded sensitively to every touch. Elena Vitalevna, it seems, and sought. She no longer masturbated my dick, only slightly twisting his head, and focused on prostate massage.

Finally, I realized how cunning my teacher really was. She didn’t just want me to cum in front of her. She wanted me to experience orgasm from the stimulation of the anus, not the penis. Somewhere on the Internet I read about this, but I never could have imagined that I would have to try it personally.And no matter how hard I tried to turn my attention back to my penis, the “butt” began to gain the upper hand more distinctly. It seems that Elena Vitalyevna seriously wanted to get even with me for what I saw today in the teaching shower. She, of course, knew how I enjoyed the sight of her naked body and certainly guessed how vulgar thoughts were spinning in my head.

After a few seconds of my fruitless resistance, something happened that had never happened to me before. My anus suddenly began to shrink reflexively, furiously trying to push a finger into it. The finger, however, was stubborn. The next moment, the pleasure covered me headlong. I plunged into some mysterious nirvana. The pleasure came from everything around: from the smell of Elena Vitalevna’s washed body, from the struggle of my buttocks with her energetic finger, from a skillful and strong hand massaging the head of my penis, from the general unbelievability of what is happening. This feeling was followed by an orgasm, which I did not experience either before or after in my life. I realized that now I will finish the "front" and "back" simultaneously.

Noticing this, Elena Vitalevna tightly wrapped her arm around my penis with the thumb and forefinger of her left hand. She held her hand firmly and motionless, leaving all the initiative behind me. She was not mistaken: having felt a strong girth, I immediately began to move my hips almost spontaneously, throwing a member into this tight ring like a lion in a trainer’s fiery hoop. Exactly in time with my frictions, Elena Vitalevna’s skillful finger pressed from behind, and my testicles, abruptly jumping up and down, made the member forcefully throw away a new portion of male semen. Previously, I had no idea that you could end with such force - tight jets of sperm touched even my chin.

Now Elena Vitalevna was not behind her, but on the side of me, ringing the trunk of my dick with one hand and massaging the prostate with the other. My teacher ... Strong and domineering, covered with a thin towel. But even the strict willed features of her face could not hide the practically girlish glee with which she was watching a student who had been brought to sexual madness with her own hands. I should have been terribly ashamed, but I was too good to think about it. I was just exhausted from pleasure.

At some point (I did not understand how) my fingers stopped holding on to the horizontal bar. The fleeting sensation of weightlessness — and I felt strong hands gripping me, preventing me from falling and getting hurt. The last thing I remember is a towel that flew off the luxurious female body, filled my chest smelling with strawberry soap right in front of my face, and my dick, treacherously shooting sperm at a tense press that supported me on the weight of a teacher ...

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I woke up from an unceremonious mop run over my sneaker. The cleaning lady in the empty gym grunted something like “lying around here, quitters,” and frantically began to drown the rag in a bucket. I was lying on a stack of sports mats, which I myself had recently folded. "Hmm, but recently?" Judging by the light from the windows, the sun was already drooping. “How did I get here?” My memories of the events described above were so vague that I almost did not doubt that I just received a heat stroke, and the rest was just my youthful dreams. The storage room where the sports equipment was stored was closed. “Well, it could not really be. What nonsense! ”Having tried, just in case, to feel my crotch, I realized only that I wanted unbearably to go to the toilet.

Taking off the stairs to the nearest bathroom and unbuttoning my fly on the move, I suddenly froze in place: my penis was tied at the very base with a blue-green satin cord.