chest, arms, neck and hair.

Having finished, Yarik lay down on the bed, and I, standing in front of the bunk, let the dress down through my hips and remained in some stockings and panties. I ran to the lower abdomen and, smiling at my pupil, took a step forward - dropped my knee to the cot. Yarik caught me, put me on my back and began to throw off his last clothes. His dick did not think to fall. I stood up to take his head in my mouth and licked his standing member for a few minutes until the guy lost patience and pulled off my panties.

He was impatient to try my vagina with its members. And it was wet and only wanted a young man's penis. Yarik turned me on his stomach, and tightly squeezing his hips, poked between them. He needed a little help to get his member to go where he wanted. I helped him, and sent him into myself, feeling how this huge weapon bursts into my bosom. It was the most pleasant feeling in the last few months. Stenochki gladly accepted the long-awaited guest, who immediately began to thrash me in a businesslike manner.

I felt his breath behind me and his piston rhythmically having me. I moaned from pleasure, anticipating my orgasm. Yarik grabbed my hair, wrapped it around my fist, from which my head lifted, and I saw in the mirror what our intercourse looked like from the side. I finished it before, beating in an orgasm, shouting to him: “Yes, yes, fuck me, yeah, stick me stronger, yeah!”
He continued to hammer my vagina without stopping, like a real athlete. I screamed and moaned, completely forgetting that my partner was twenty years younger than me and that he was actually my student, whom I should not teach at all. From pleasure, I firmly squeezed my chest with my right hand and at that moment I felt how the tempo sharply increased. His frictions became very frequent, and from the member who twitched in me a jet of hot sperm struck. At that moment, he pressed his groin tightly against my butt and, leaning on all his powerful and heavy body, pulled everything that was left in his testicles.

Taking a member out of the vagina, he turned me to face him and began to cover my body with kisses. I was amazed at such tenderness and attention from my unexpected partner. I responded to his kisses, slowly descending from his face to his chest, stomach and lower. Having licked the remnants of our moisture off his penis, I got up from the bed and headed for the shower. Stepping inside, I felt the liquid Yarik start to pour out of me and flow down the inner thighs.

Entering a spacious booth, I put my body up to elastic hot water jets that crashed loudly against my shoulders and chest. I relaxed and did not notice at all how Yarik was behind me. Alcohol slowly weathered out of my head, but I could not deny him any further proximity. He stroked my thighs, ass and chest, and I felt like a member of a young man pressed against me and ready to work. I leaned forward a bit and, turning against the wall of the booth, arched my back. His penis pressed again against the entrance to my vagina and I, with my legs apart, helped him find his way back into my bosom.

While I gave him a standing position, an orgasm covered me a few more times, for so long he had me in that position. I was ready to slide down this wall, but his member seemed to pin me to it. I moaned and even at some point simply begged him for mercy - his whole body, his joints ached from pain. Yaroslav turned me to face me, picked me up and, in this position, introduced me without any help, with my back pressed to the wet wall of the spacious shower stall.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and after a few minutes of intensive churning, we finished almost simultaneously. Jaroslav picked me up exhausted and shaggy on my hands and carried me to my bed, where, in gratitude for this pleasure, he caressed his cock once again. Amazingly, after twenty minutes he
got up again.Stroking his palm, I heard Yarik say:

- Ira, I want you in the ass ..

I am not a big lover of anal sex, but this boy did to me this night as well as few of my men before. I was already pretty tired, but still I knelt in front of the cot and lay down on her stomach, giving Yarik complete freedom of action. However, the anus was very tight and the young man who stood behind me could not enter it. Even relaxing, the member went tight and caused me great pain. The only thing that could help us in the Yaroslav room was soap, with which I richly smeared myself and his member. Returning to my knee-night position, I finally felt like a millimeter for a millimeter, but my butt let my student's penis. Holding me by the hips, Yarik stuck it in my ass. He was unable to enter my ass for the entire length, and having limited himself to the success achieved, he began to perform the usual reciprocating movements.

It was painful and uncomfortable, but nothing was left but to eat the edge of the blanket and endure, rubbing my crotch and caressing the swollen clitoris with my fingers. It somehow helped to compensate for the pain caused by anal intercourse with my young partner. Fortunately, it lasted not as long as previous vaginal contacts. Having met the tight resistance of my narrow ass, Jaroslav finished quickly. In the end, he had a good chance to pry my ass so that I screamed in pain, leaving the saving edge of the blanket.

Having finished once again, Yarik allowed me to go undermine, and he lay down on the bed. When I returned from the shower, he was already sleeping in a calm, healthy young sleep. I just had to dress, thrown into passion, on the floor, panties and dress, quickly put myself in order and as carefully as possible leave the room of my student.

In the morning we boarded the class with the bus to go home. Yaroslav didn’t give a hint that something like that happened at night by a single word or gesture. Only, on arrival, he helped me, as well as the girls from my class, to get travel bags and suitcases from the bus.

The next day, he left for some tournament and so far we have not communicated with him or even called up. Since then, I have been thinking hard about whether I can continue to work at school. It seems to be all right, and you can live on, but when I remember that night, I was covered by a wave in the abdomen. And if so, can I continue to work with the guys, about members that are not, no, yes, and I wonder? I decided that this academic year will be finalized, and in the summer I will decide whether to quit or not.