PE teacher
The first quarter flew by so quickly and unnoticed that I completely forgot about grades. There was only a week left until its end, but confidently, I handed in all my overdue assignments, receiving several A's and B's. My parents took my studies very seriously; they always wanted "at least something" to come of me. They scolded and punished me for B's, so I never had any C's. About me? At that time, I was in the tenth grade, an 18-year-old girl of short stature, with light short hair, blue eyes, and full, slightly bitten lips. I loved sports, so my legs and buttocks were always slim and toned, which attracted the gazes
of guys.On the last day of the quarter, we had a simple schedule, so I decided not to stress too much. The last lesson was physical education, taught by the youngest of our teachers — Dmitry Vladimirovich, who looked about 35. Our relationship with him was always neutral; I completed the tasks, he gave the grades.
"That's all for today, goodbye and congratulations on finishing the quarter! And, yes, A... Alina, come to my office," said the teacher, gathering the remaining jump ropes from the floor.
I was surprised that he called me to him, as I thought I had no problems. Changing into my school skirt and shirt, I put on my ballet flats and went to Dmitry Vladimirovich.
"Come in, come in," he said upon seeing me.
I shyly entered the office and waited for him to speak.
"Alina, do you know you're getting a C in physical education?" he began.
I froze.
"A... C? W... why?" I said in a trembling voice.
"You're asking me? When you didn't bring your jump rope two days in a row, I gave you two zeros for that!"
Indeed, I have memory problems. I forgot my jump rope twice, but I never thought it would affect my final grade.
"Why are you silent? We need to fix this somehow, and today was the last lesson," he said.
Tears streamed from my eyes. I had never cried in front of teachers before, but here it just happened. I couldn't imagine what would happen to me at home, what my parents would do.
"Why are you crying? Calm down, calm down, have a seat," he said, pointing to his knees.
At first, I felt a bit embarrassed, but then I thought maybe this hysterics would help me, and I sat on his lap, burying my head in his chest. Dmitry Vladimirovich's hands immediately embraced my body: one palm stroked my knee, the other my hair.
"Shh, shh, what's wrong? It's still possible to fix!"
"H... How? T... Today was... Was the last lesson!" I said through tears.
The teacher remained silent, and his hand moved higher from my knee. Goosebumps ran across my body from his warm hands. I was embarrassed, but it felt nice. Touching the hem of my skirt with his fingers, he gradually began to lift it higher, exposing my thighs even more. That's when I got really nervous.
"Dm... Dmitry Vlad..." he interrupted me.
"Shh, sweetie," said the teacher, kissing my forehead.
I froze and even stopped crying. The skirt was lifted so high that it wasn't hard to notice my panties. Sliding his palm along my leg, Dmitry Vladimirovich touched my underwear with his fingers. I shuddered. Kissing my forehead again, he began passionately kissing my cheeks, neck, while his strong fingers gently massaged my most intimate place through the fabric. It felt good, but all this pleasure was only disrupted by one thing—embarrassment. I was terribly shy and scared, my breathing quickened so much it could probably be heard from several meters away.
"Calm down, you want a B, right? Or maybe an A?" he asked.
Looking at him, my voice seemed to speak on its own:
"Yes."
After my answer, he leaned closer to my face and passionately kissed me on the lips. I didn't reciprocate, but I didn't resist either. The teacher repeated it again, and again, and only after many attempts did I start to respond. Touching the light stubble, I began kissing my physical education teacher, who was almost twice my age.
"You're doing great. Close the door so we're not disturbed," he said.
I obediently got up from his lap and locked the door, after which I wanted to sit back on his legs, but Dmitry Vladimirovich stopped me:
"Wait, sit on your knees, on the floor," he said.
I complied with his request. Rising from the chair, the teacher began unbuttoning his sweatpants, after which they slid completely to the floor. A large "stick" was bulging in his underwear, and I immediately understood what it was. Grabbing the waistband of his briefs, he also dropped them to the floor, and a huge erection with droplets of fluid at the tip fell out. I had never seen a penis before this moment. Dmitry Vladimirovich's penis was beautifully veined, with smooth testicles hanging, and droplets of semen dripped from the tense, crimson head down the long shaft. My panties began to get wet; I was getting aroused. Taking it in his hand, he ran the head over my lips, making me lick them. Feeling the salty taste, I endured a few more such movements from the teacher.
"Open your mouth," he said.
I knew perfectly well what a blowjob was and understood what I was about to do. I couldn't refuse; I really wanted that A or even a B, and I was too aroused. I obediently opened my mouth, after which Dmitry Vitalievich inserted his crimson toy inside. Enveloping the hard head with my lips, I began to suck on it, gently playing with my tongue. The teacher couldn't suppress a soft moan and began stroking my hair. After completely licking and sucking the head of the wonderful penis, I started to get into it. I liked it. No, I really liked it. I felt the moisture in my panties spreading more and more. Grabbing the teacher's member with both hands, I began pulling the skin down and up, taking him deeper and deeper, making slurping and moaning sounds.
"Y... Yeah, yes, girl, keep going! The balls, lick the balls, right there! Yes, yes!" he tried to speak quietly.
I sucked with an effort I couldn't even imagine. Licking his balls, I began kissing and swallowing them as if I'd done it a hundred times.
"Deeper, deeper, Alina!" he moaned.
"How much deeper?" I thought. But I took him all the way to my throat, after which I choked badly. Suddenly, Dmitry Vladimirovich began moaning even louder, and thick, warm drops of semen sprayed from the even more swollen head, covering my face, chin, and shirt.
"Lick it off, there's some left here," he said, pointing to the remaining fluid on his member.
I obediently licked the salty semen from his organ and wiped my shirt with my hands.
"Well then... You've earned a B, con... Congratulations," he tried to catch his breath.
"What about an A?" I inquired.
"An A? How bold," he laughed. "For an A, you need to try harder. Come visit me tomorrow!"
After giving me the address, he lent me some tissues, and I wiped his semen off myself, then went home.
"So, how are the grades?" my mom asked.
"And why is your shirt covered in some droplets?"
"Uh... That's... After P.E., I washed my face, probably got water on it," I made an excuse.
The next morning, after showering, I put on pretty panties, high-waisted denim shorts, and a light T-shirt. Walking around the courtyards with a piece of paper with Dmitry Vladimirovich's address written on it, I finally found his house. I went up to the right floor and rang the doorbell.
"Who's there?" asked the teacher.
"A... Alina," I answered in a timid voice.
Opening the door, Dmitry Vladimirovich grabbed me, hugging me tightly and passionately kissing my lips. He was wearing only shorts.
"Come in, sweetie," he whispered, smiling into my eyes.
I entered his cozy and fairly large apartment and took off my shoes.
"Over there, go ahead," he said again.
I went into the room with a large, spacious bed and began curiously looking at everything there. Before I could look around, the teacher approached me and began boldly groping me. Squeezing my breasts, he greedily grabbed my hips and butt, stroking my stomach under the T-shirt. I gladly yielded to his caresses, closing my eyes. Kisses on my neck drove me crazy, not to mention the male hands on the cups of my bra. After long kisses, Dmitry Vladimirovich took off my T-shirt, laying me on the bed on my back. The teacher began licking my chest, touching my bra with his tongue, which he deftly unclasped. Throwing the bra on the floor, he quickly examined my bare breasts and greedily latched onto my swollen nipples. I literally trembled with pleasure. Squeezing each breast, he moved lower, kissing my stomach. Finally, touching my shorts, he unbuttoned them, then slowly unzipped them. I obediently lifted my hips to help the teacher undress me completely. Kissing my thighs, he pulled off my white panties and touched the most intimate place on my body with his warm, rough tongue. From that one touch, I shuddered, holding onto the bed and his hair, moaning very loudly and arching. His skilled tongue licked my pussy much more diligently than my blowjob; Dmitry did it thoroughly, getting between the labia.
"Turn over, sit like this," he said, hinting for me to get on all fours.
I obediently stuck out my butt so that it was right in front of his face. Skilled lips began kissing my buttocks, and his tongue licked the entire perineum, caressing my anus. Firmly squeezing the halves of my butt, he gently massaged my anal opening, gradually inserting his fingers inside. Mmm, the smooth skin of my anus enveloped his first finger, which slid easily over his saliva. Then a second, a third, and my butt freely allowed three fingers inside. Not forgetting my pussy, he accelerated his caresses with his palm, lightly inserting a finger there without touching the hymen. Suddenly, something hot touched my anus. Shuddering, I turned around and saw Dmitry aiming his penis at my butt.