This is the first story from the series “As Fathers Good,” which I write on the order of one of my fans. Order conditions are as follows:

- all the stories - about love between a teenage girl of 18 years and a man over 40;

- priority theme - a romance between teacher and student;

- she calls him by “you” and by his patronymic name;

- everything else should not be repeated: in each new story - a new plot.

And the customer also loves some of my favorite fetishes, for example, tampering and hair manipulations.

I made something like a bet with her: every week I pledged to publish a new story with a new storyline. If I can never repeat and not be late - I rely bonus cookies. If not ... though - what does "no" mean? :)

So let's get started.

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Can not be.

It just can't be.

Damn, damn ...

- Valeria, give me a cram. Young man, won't it make it difficult for you to let us through to the water? Thank you...

This voice could not be confused with anything. Burry, smoked to the livers, with simulated accent, like in old melodramas ...

- Valeria, my child, wait! I listened to the forecast, and they said that the water is nineteen degrees Celsius! Let your body adapt ...

Viktor Palych Neposedov looked around in agony. Not. Utopia. By evening, the beach was cluttered with so many naked bodies that there was nothing to think about escaping.

Maybe in the water? But there they will meet, as an abscissa with an ordinate ...

Heck! Stretch at least melting ... Where are they? Where?

But it was too late.

- Oooh! - howled a smoked voice. - What a meeting! Valeria, just look! ..

***

Half a minute ago, Viktor Palych was sitting here, staring at boobs and thinking how absurdly and usually life was. Professor sour soup, doctor of the sciences of no use - neither family nor children. And there was no sex as hell knows how much ... That's why I pinned to the nudists - at least remember what they are, boobs something.

The only consolation is Lera, who has been studying with him since last year. Usually such people don’t go to his university, but idiot go, ball diploma hunters. But here, it is clear that something slid in the wheels of the universe, and Lerka pleased him. The clever girl, so keen, her little eyes sparkle - poured out Victor Palych at her age. And the pretty one is a tidy, slightly plump, but not fat, just the breed she has is so tasty as a parochial bakery. With her, Viktor Palych, for the first time in hell, knows how many years he has taken a great interest in his business.

A good bonus was attached to Lera - her grandmother. In the first week, she finished the whole university to the liver. Lera had no parents, Etel Abramovna raised her from childhood and was obsessed with her, as Jewish grandmothers can do. Ethel Abramovna was so much that it always seemed as if she was burring on all four sides at once. Thank God, Lera did not grow into a spiked botan. On the sly, Viktor Palych admired her, though he did not think about anything, of course. Where already there - Lera and a balding bespectacled man with a belly like that of Carlson. It is not even funny. But with her, he forgot that life had passed in the second half ...

And now, when the devil pulled him for the first time to get to the nudist beach - here, hundreds of kilometers from the house, he ran into his beloved student and her grandmother.

More precisely, pussy to pussy.

- You know, Victor Palych, dear, I am not at all surprised. I had no doubt that you lead the right lifestyle, and ...Valeria, I told you: all smart people are naturists! Where are you located, Victor Palych, my golden?

Here they stand before him, alive and naked, to hell with them, bare from head to foot. Ethel Abramovna - wrinkled, like a rhinoceros, with boobs to the floor and a constant tube in his teeth. And Lera. His lera.

“Hello,” he says. More precisely, wheezing. Hoarse from embarrassment. Very naked, tender, plump such as golden peach, which are sold here, on the beach ...

Every teacher at least once in his life, yes, he thought what was there among the students under the rags. And here - here you are. Very tiddly her boobs, tiny - it was visible under the clothes. They turned out to be so touching, and beautiful, damn theirs, of the correct form, like those of Greek Greek women, only very small ... And their nipples are swollen, elongated, looking in different directions, as if curious about them. And all of it, Lerka, is as swollen as little children can be, soft - springing under the eyes. Well, just a satin pillow. And pisya, too, is plump, like wrinkles in any Amurchik-angel. Gentle, hairless ... well, it is clear that she's shaved, but she looks quite childish. And Lerka herself is all like a child, even though she this spring has turned eighteen. Victor Palych was still on her name day, he spoke toast, and she was shy, and now hesitates - he stands, his eyes are mowing away. And pisya naked shines on the whole beach, and the nipples bore the air ...

He immediately realized that it was impossible.

She could not see the eggs of her teacher. And most importantly - he could not see his Leroux naked.

It was clear in her eyes that she, too, understood this. Their eyes intersected, they were pricked in their livers - they both understood what each of them was thinking.

What now?

“You know, I worry so much for Valerius, I worry so much!” He sits at his books from morning till night, and I tell her: you at least say this! Youth will flash, and that's it. Here I pulled a child out to sea ... I will not, I will not bother you, Victor Palych, my golden one! Let's go swimming. Water is nineteen degrees Celsius, can you imagine? ..

***

Vodicka really invigorated. Having described the zigzag to go around the piles of bodies sour in the water, Victor Palych, Lera and her grandmother swam out to the depths.

- I'm splashing around here. The depth of the elderly does not like! - shouted Ethel Abramovna in our backs. - Valeria, my darling, do not swim far!

- And let's sail far? - suddenly offered Lera.

Victor Palych grinned:

- Riot?

Lera vaguely mugknula and swam diagonally from the shore. Having thought, Victor floated behind her.

“You swim well,” he said when he caught up with her.

- You are even better.

- So you, then, inveterate nudists?

- Why?

- You have a tan.

- Actually, we are the first time on this beach.

- Ah ... but how then ...

- Grandma makes. He says, otherwise the chakras will not open. We are renting a house near the sea, there is nobody there, except for us and the hostess ... And frying naked right in the yard ...

“Did you expect to see me here?” - suddenly asked Victor Palych, not knowing why.

- Not...

- And I love you.

Lera looked back at him. Even in the midst of the waves, her gaze, thrown over her bare back, pricked Victor Palych in her liver.

“I was cold,” she said, and swam to the stone.

- In the sun? - asked Victor Palych. Lera either did not hear, or did not answer.

She deftly climbed onto a stone, tight, elastic, like a beautiful beast. “Can I do that?” Or will I hang on the waves like a starper? ”He thought and strained all his strength to show that he could. "Ffuh, it seems to work ..."

After the icy water, the stone seemed hot. Lera settled on a soft, seaweed, Viktor Palych began to cobble there. The seaweed was not enough, and Lera slightly moved.

Suddenly, Victor Palych slammed a wave, and he involuntarily seized Leroux.

The hand slid across the chest, hitting the nipple. Lera oyknula, but he still fell on her - nose right in the pussy, which, like a sin, looked out between her legs, splayed for balance.

“Forgive me ... I happen to ... well, honestly, Lehr,” replied Victor Palych, feeling his ears burning.

- What are you ... of course ... I know ...

Lera bent in three deaths, as if hiding a place where he touched her.

- Hmm too ...I never thought I'd grab my student by the chest, ”he tried to joke.

“It would be enough for something,” murmured Lera.

- Uh ... what are you! Why do you say that?

- Oh ... this ...