eight. And before that, go to the shower. Do not be afraid, do not bite.

- I understood everything. I will come as you said.

“I'm waiting,” the voice in the telephone broke off and a short beep rang out.

Exactly at eight in the evening I stood in front of the gates of the fashionable mansion and pressed on the bell button. It never occurred to me that, by definition, the owner of such a house should not travel by public transport, where she picked me up. A volcano of insane lust erupted in my soul, but I lost all reason. And pride. Outside the gate, a heel clatter rang out, and the door opened with a thin creak.

“Come in and follow me,” said the teacher, glancing at me, “oh, oh, you're better than I imagined.”

Yes, now I was not wearing stupid, shapeless jeans and govnodavah in broad leg. Yes in a jacket a la Cheburashka. I dressed up like a real whore in everything short and tight especially for the teacher. Tuk tuk tuk - my thin spikes on slender legs beat off rhythmically. Oh yeah! Shaking my hips smoothly, I caught the lustful looks of the peasants on myself, and one old woman scornfully sent me a shameful tirade after me:

- Shawava is shameless. Tits dumped in the bath. No shame, no conscience, zar-r-time. Pfu!

- Are you jealous, stick? - I bristled.

- Holy, holy, holy. What is being done. Satano is coming!

Julia Nikolayevna led me into a spacious, richly furnished living room, and sat me down on the sofa.

- I do not like rassusoliv, - she said - about business later. Relax, and don't think about anything. All is well.

Her hand climbed under my topic and felt a resilient nipple. The second hand, she stroked me along the thigh and went up to the crotch. Even then, in our first intimate meeting, I felt that she was treating me, as with her property. I was without panties in advance, and without hindering the obstacles, at once two fingers of the teacher freely penetrated my vagina.

“No, please,” I whispered and realized that I was completely paralyzed.

“Look in your eyes,” said the slick one, hugging my nursing chest.

“No,” I begged for the last time, and arched.

Fingers touched my clitoris in demanding affection, and I arched and moaned, not daring to look away.

- Oh, what a responsive girl. Yes, you're lovely. Answer me, do you like me?

- Yes.

- Do you love me?

- Yes.

“Then you’re making me bad.

With these words, the teacher put her hands on my shoulders and said:

- On knees.

I slowly sank to the floor on both knees, and she spread her legs invitingly. She, too, was without panties, and I was struck in the face by a smell emanating from her crotch.

- Come on, - she put her hand on my bare chest, with her other hand firmly grabbed my hair.

- Have you ever licked someone before? - followed by a strict question.

- Not.

- I know that you are not able to lie to me now. So for you everything will be for the first time. You'll see, you'll like it.

She moved my head very close to the genital lips, and ran her finger deep inside her crotch. Then, pulling him out, she ran them over my lips. A warm, tartly smelling viscous mass got into my mouth, and bliss ran through all my body. I groaned.

“I knew you would be fine.”

She pulled my head closer, and spread her legs a little wider. My lips met a moist, warm, thirsty for love with a opened bud, and my tongue fluttered out. In obedience to an unknown sacrament, he diligently explored all the pits and hollows of the desired cavern, and ran across a hard pea of ​​the clitoris. Yulia Nikolaevna sighed loudly and loudly sighed. Passion overwhelmed me over the edge, and with pompous sweet bliss overflowed throughout my gut. A pulsating languor flowed somewhere in the lower abdomen with a gentle flame, and sparks of ecstasy flashed in my head. Now we moaned together.I held the elastic hips of my girlfriend tightly, and she pressed my head to her. Leaning back, the lesbian moaned languidly and gently, but I echoed her in unison. Approaching orgasm. I felt his growing power, and with trepidation awaited his onset. We ended almost simultaneously. An orgasm exploded in my head with myriads of bright stars. Before my eyes swam, and I fell to the floor at the feet of the teacher, deprived of feelings.

When I woke up, I found myself lying on a soft sofa, while Yulia Nikolayevna was sitting on the edge and stroking my cheek.

- Did you like it?

- Yes, it was something.

- Tomorrow you will move to me. I will arrange you to my department, and you will start writing articles for me.

- I need to talk to my husband.

- Do you want me to go with you? Together it will be easier.

- No, I have to do it myself.

- As you want. Now hug me and kiss my lips. I will give you the kind of sex that you have not dreamed of even in the hottest delirium.

*** Act three.

I came home after midnight, but my husband did not sleep. Trying not to rattle the lock, I slowly opened the door, and tiptoed into the hallway. Without turning on the light, I began to unfasten the straps on the shoes.

- Well, where you hung around, I will not ask, - he grew up in front of me with a tower and turned on the light, - are you sober, can you talk to you?

“Yes, speak,” I answered, looking away.

- How will we continue to live?

- I'm leaving you.

- I hope your choice deserves attention? Who is he even?

- It's not him, but she.

- Not understood. What do you mean by that?

- I said that I have no lover.

- You're lying. You yourself do not hate?

- It's true. I do not have a lover. I got ... damn, lover, my former teacher.

He stared at me, dumbfounded, and for some time lost his voice.

- I now have a lover, today I realized that I was a lesbian, and I leave for her. I'm sorry, but I don't love you.

“You're far worse than I thought.” You can roll on all four sides. I file for divorce. Mother do not dare speak. She will not survive such a shame, - he removed the wedding ring from his finger and threw it to my feet, - now I understand why you pulled the rubber with the birth of children. Take everything you need and leave.

Epilogue.

I collected everything I needed and called a taxi. Looking around for the last time my former dwelling, I resolutely stepped into the darkness. An hour later, I was again in the warm embrace of Yulia Nikolaevna, and did not regret anything. Then I did not assume that I would regret much later, when I became her sex slave, and would attend to her and her new young mistress. Sometimes an impudent freaky girl gives me a lick, and I take it as a reward. And the lady is now above her knees does not allow me. Well, she left me a choice, and I made it myself. Perhaps for a lifetime. Mistress have fun and fuck at your pleasure. And I watch them and wait for them to deign to pay attention to me and urge me to care for their feet and their shoes. No one especially holds me back, and at any moment I can go where my eyes are. But I don’t dare to leave them, and even I’m afraid that one day they will expel me. All the time I am waiting for the heels of heels to be heard again and the demanding voice will call:

- Hey, where are you there, lazy creature. Well alive to the foot!

ARHIMED