I gently pushed his hand away and touched my dick with two fingers. Yes, like a stone. From my touch, the organ faltered, and then again, when I shifted my skin, unsuccessfully trying to cover the swollen head.

- You know, Anna Yurievna, I jerked off on you too. - he suddenly admitted.

- Often? - I was surprised, jerking his hand away from the member. I never thought that I was the same object of teenage fantasies as Svetka. I behave myself more modestly, and I will be older.

- Well yes. Also represented you ... for everyone.

- And how did it work?

- Not really, I do not know what you are without clothes, it's all a fantasy. Each time in different ways ... Anna Yurievna, and you shave pubis? It always seemed to me that you only have a narrow strip so dark there ...

I wondered whether to answer such an intimate question. However, why not say it. He told me how much he had spoken. Maybe from Svetka with Alekhine distracted.

- Uh-uh, no, Pasch. Just cut short. Well, at the edges, of course, I mow.

Pashkina's hand grabbed a member and moved. Surely introduced my pubis.

- Do you have big nipples?

- I do not know. - I was confused. - Ordinary.

- No, they are different, do you have any?

I really didn’t know how to explain to him. Not in millimeters. Looking at his sliding hand, I decided.

- Check it out yourself.

Having lowered a dress from shoulders, I thrust his second hand into my bra. Fingers felt the nipple, which immediately increased and hardened.

- And what color? Dark?

I silently removed his hand, still lowered the dress and pulled the left breast out of her bra:

- Look.

Because of the darkness he had to stoop, almost buried his nose.

- You can gently kiss. - I allowed.

Pashka lightly squeezed the nipple with his lips and tickled his tongue.

- Anna Yurievna, and you can touch the pubis? - with a strangled voice, he suddenly asked.

- Can. - I also answered, supporting the dress. What is already there, let him finally finish and calm down.

Hastily, Pasha grabbed me between my legs, trying to put my hand in my underpants. Tight gum did not let him.

- Wait! - I hissed, taking off her panties at all. - Here, now you can. - I put his hand on the pubis. - Feel?

- Yes! I'll see?

Pashka slid to the floor, climbed between my knees and stared at the crotch. His second hand went rhythmically to his groin, rubbing his penis. Feeling his crotch, he hesitantly ran a finger between the lips, slightly spreading them apart:

“I had no idea of ​​you here.”

I did not answer, thinking of something completely different. Here I sit, without panties, spreading his legs in front of a former student. And then what? Despite his best efforts, he still does not succeed in ending. Though trying, I see. But here someone can wander. Good we will be in this form, especially me! We must somehow speed things up. The continuation suggested itself. In the end, today I already allowed myself to fuck with Valerka. What prevents me from doing this again?

- Pasha ... - I called in a whisper. - So you say, Svetlana Pavlovna laid down on the table, threw Alekhina’s legs on her shoulders ... yes?

- Yes...

- Like this?

I pulled him up kneeling closer, leaned back a bit and put my hips on his shoulders.

- Yes, yes.

- What do you say he did then? Show me! Imagine that I am Svetlana Pavlovna, and you are Alekhin.

The head touched my lips. Pashka hesitated, as if in disbelief of his ears, and then slowly, just expecting me to change my mind, with one smooth movement I planted me on my dick. Tight tense scrotum touched the buttocks. The organ that filled the vagina seemed to me incredibly tough, like the souvenir wooden box I had once tried, given to me by a friend for a laugh. Only this one was warm and pleasantly startled inside me.

- You think they had it that way? - I asked in a whisper.

- Yes.

- Well, go on.

The member inside was set in motion, accelerating each time. Pashka with both hands pressed my hips to my chest, completely depriving me of the opportunity to move and pecked the vagina with strong, deep shocks. Bliss spread across his face, indicating that the matter had moved and the orgasm was near. I tried to help him, straining my vagina muscles with all my strength. I had no experience in this, it turned out so-so, but Paschka seemed to like it. Forgetting about all his troubles, he confidently rammed my vagina, being, perhaps, if not in the seventh heaven, then somewhere exactly on the fifth. Interestingly, in his fantasies, he ever imagined that he would fuck me like that, within the walls of the school, on the attic floor? Hardly.

I went through all these thoughts in my head because, for some reason, what was happening did not excite me. I just lay trying not to fidget around the hard, uncomfortable box of his pushes, I felt the quick movements of his penis in myself - actually quite a pleasant feeling - and was just going to have a little patience until the boy was satisfied. Moreover, it seems that this was about to happen. I imagined how now inside me a bloated penis would freeze and spit out a powerful jet, filling my vagina. He, probably, has accumulated a whole glass of this liquid, and all this will be in me. And then it will slowly trickle out, into panties. And maybe even on the legs. No, I do not need this. In the last seconds I pushed him away, jumped up and grabbed the head with my lips. Let it be better this way. The dick pulsed in his mouth, getting ready to ejaculate. I touched the head with my tongue, tickling the hole in it and then a jet gushed at my tongue. Pasha even groaned, grabbed my hair and put my mouth on my penis. I barely managed to send him by the cheek. I do not like when the throat rests.

- Well, feel better? - I asked, spitting out what I could not swallow.

- Yes-aa ...

- Then fasten your pants and go down. You probably lost your parents.

- Yeah. - from Pashkina depression was not even a trace. - Anna Yurievna, and you, too, will be here till the morning?

- Go-go. - I took out a pack of napkins stuck from the table and wiped the crotch. - Do not hope, we will not have a second time.

Pasha sighed and left, and I, pulling on my underpants, went on to carry out my mission further, wondering to myself how I could allow the student to fuck myself. Yes, what is really there - she offered him herself. And what found me?

Having finally entered the third floor, I checked the paper with Valerkina and headed for the first of the doors indicated there. Confidently she grabbed the handle and yanked at herself, getting ready to see inside another fucking couple. The door did not yield. Closed. Have you guessed it shut out from the inside? I had to sit down, looking into the keyhole from Pashka’s experience. Inside it was dark and seemingly empty. I put an ear - silence. Strange. And yet, nothing strange. Time, after the key was stolen, it was past hoo, we could have done everything we wanted and left. And maybe no one came at all. In any case, there is nothing to do. I looked at the paper again. The last room was in the far wing. Have to go.

I felt the smell of smoke still in the transition, so I did not jump into the corridor, but quietly looked out from around the corner. Sasha Yudin and Misha Petrenko were smoking just at the door I needed. So it turned out who stole the key! - I was delighted. True, my joy was overshadowed by the question - why? Haha two boys needed to retire? Well, that is, in our time, this should not be surprising, but I knew these two! Normal guys, not worse than others, flirted with girls. Sasha, it seems, even has a constant girlfriend. I can not imagine them fucking each other, even kill! ABOUT! - it dawned on me. - And if they came out for a smoke, and inside their girlfriend is waiting? Or two? This is what I will believe much more readily. Well, well, let's see ...

Seeing me, stepping around the corner, they both started fussing, not knowing what to do, and hiding cigarettes behind their backs.

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