Lyubochka's session
Spring is a hectic time for students. Many are catching up on overdue work, some hope for an automatic pass, others devise clever ways to prepare cheat sheets for exams, or try to make a last-minute impression on their professors.
Lyuba was a third-year student in the economics department at the local technical college. She studied well, earning "good" and "excellent" grades, and planned to take her exams ahead of schedule to go on vacation in Europe, so she wouldn't have to spend the whole summer at her parents' place in the village. Her professors were generally favorable towards her, except for a couple of subjects that weren't core to her major. But those professors, as if on purpose, demanded
"three times over," and the exams for her group were spitefully scheduled last. Lyuba was worried her plans might fall through, especially since "last-minute travel deals" had just appeared with flights in 10 days.The physical education credit was one of the first to be taken. The instructors were Valery Sergeyevich—a young man around 35—and the kind auntie Valentina "Aunt Valya" Leonidovna. That day, Lyuba arrived at the college very late because the lock on her dorm room door broke. She had to go and arrange to take the test at another time. "Aunt Valya" allowed her to come the next day at 6 PM along with all the "stragglers" and "latecomers."
The next day was rainy and gray, but by evening the rain paused and it even brightened a little. Not many people gathered for the retake, and everyone quickly completed the required standards. Valentina Leonidovna wasn't there; only Valery was. Lyuba couldn't do the push-ups or jump the required distance from a standing start. At the end, the instructor was signing grade books, and a crowd of students stood by his desk in the coaches' office. Lyuba was second to last and didn't see her book in the stack of signed ones; the guy behind her took his grade book and left.
"Do I need to come for another retake?" Lyuba asked Valery Sergeyevich. "Well, yes, do at least five push-ups and jump at least one and a half meters, and you'll get your credit," the instructor replied. "When?" Lyuba asked again. "I'm leaving tomorrow for competitions, Valentina Leonidovna broke her leg, so in about a week," Valera answered calmly. Lyuba launched into explanations about her desires, plans, that all her other subjects were automatic passes, etc.
Valera listened attentively to her babbling, and an awkward feeling stirred within him. Female students constantly flirted with him, thinking he'd give them credits for their pretty eyes, wearing revealing athletic outfits, but he disliked vulgarity and crudeness; he felt disgust towards them. He was 32, a handsome guy who did swimming and wrestling, not an angel, but not someone who slept around with anyone who offered either. He liked Lyuba, but she didn't think about him before bed, she just admired him.
"Well, let's think..." Valera said when she finished her explanations. He looked at her, and from that gaze, Lyuba felt a tickle low in her stomach. She wasn't a virgin and knew what such a look and expression on a man's face could mean. He came close to her, looked into her eyes, and walked to the door, peeked out, returned, and locked the door with one turn of the key. "Oh god, am I dreaming this?" Lyuba thought. Valera walked to the storage room where equipment was kept, opened the door, beckoned Lyuba with a nod of his head, and took her hand. Her legs went weak. They went down four steps; stacks of mats lay on the floor, jump ropes and balls were scattered about, and a wall bars stood against the wall.
Valera closed the door, leaving a small crack. "Well, will this solution work? It suits me fine. I really want to help," he took her face in his hands and smirked. "Mmm... Yes... probably," Lyuba stammered, already wanting to be under the instructor herself. They started kissing. His hands were under her sweater and intended to pull it off along with her bra. Lyuba touched his chest through his T-shirt and stroked his back, went lower to his tracksuit pants and wasn't surprised to feel an erect penis of considerable size there. The coach pulled Lyuba right there, lowered his pants, and said, "Suck it." Lyuba quickly took the penis into her mouth and began caressing it with her tongue, moving back and forth; he smelled pleasantly of sweat. Valera held her head and now began moving her mouth onto his penis, thrusting forward himself. Lyuba tried to take it all in, sucking as if she wanted to drink all his juices. The coach stopped her, pulled off her sweater and his own T-shirt, pushed her onto the mats, and began removing Lyuba's athletic pants; she helped him, pulling off her panties afterward. The mats were stacked high, and she ended up on her back right at the level of her instructor's penis.
He slid a hand into her vagina, kissed her breasts. Lyuba moaned and arched her back. "Can't wait, I see. Be patient, dear..." he said and straightened up. He quickly took out a condom and put it on. He quickly pulled Lyuba to him and entered her to the hilt. "Ahhh!" escaped her, and she began breathing heavily. And the coach had only just begun; he moved back and forth, pulling her pelvis towards him, faster and faster each time, and Lyuba felt him going even deeper. He leaned on her, and together they rolled onto a large mat where he continued fucking her from above. She looked at him, but all she saw before her eyes were his muscular neck and chest. She wrapped her arms around him and began kissing him. "Fuck me, fuck me. Help me." She arched and moved to meet him. He rose up, took her leg, turned her onto her stomach, and put her on all fours. Now he took Lyuba from behind, his testicles hitting her clitoris, which made it even more pleasurable. He grabbed her hair and pulled her as if she were the last slut after a long abstinence. Her breasts fell out of her bra and moved in rhythm with his thrusts. "Hhh, bitch... Come on..." he exhaled.
Valera pushed her onto her stomach, grabbed her buttocks, and continued pounding in a furious tempo. Lyuba felt everything around her blurring; the mat rubbed against her face, but she didn't notice in the throes of pleasure. He fucked and fucked her as if he couldn't get enough. Valera leaned his whole body on her, slid a hand to her clitoris, and, while continuing to fuck at a frantic pace, played with it. Lyuba gasped and moaned from the overwhelming pleasure, ready to scream; she was already coming. The coach's movements became harder and faster; he arched and thrust so deep that Lyuba felt as if his scrotum was inside her too. He came. He made a couple more thrusts and collapsed on her. Both were breathing heavily.
After a few minutes, catching his breath, Valera stood up and began dressing. "You're a cool chick, I'd help you again," he smirked. Lyuba got up and reached for her clothes. "I thought you were going to tear me apart; now I'll come to you for help," she smiled.
Someone entered the coaches' office. "Valerka, are you here?" a male voice rang out. Valera quickly pulled on his T-shirt and went out, closing the door behind him. "Why'd you lock it?" was all Lyuba managed to hear. She sat quietly for a while, waiting for the coach to look in. After a few minutes, the door opened, and Pavel Yevgenyevich, the coach of the college's wrestling team, peeked into the storage room. He was a rather handsome, fit, mature man, but he looked barely over 40. "Hello," he said to Lyuba. "Hello," she replied. "I see a grade book on the table, thought it wasn't for no reason. I understand everything," he chuckled. "Where is Valery Sergeyevich?" Lyuba asked. "He left on business, competitions soon. By the way, I can also help with something," in his words, Lyuba heard a clear hint; apparently, a student in the storage room wasn't a novelty for the instructors. "Pavel Yevgenyevich, you could be my father. Sorry, of course. I'll manage everything myself," she grew nervous and, with her sweater in hand, wanted to move towards the exit, but he took her hand and didn't let her pass. "Sweetie, sit down, don't rush," he continued talking about his connections, about how his charges basically don't go to exams and credits, that all professors are ready to give grades to his guys on his word alone. He wasn't bargaining or threatening, but simply telling her about himself. Lyuba listened
to him and admitted to herself that she liked this man; his masculinity and his voice charmed her. After sex with Valera, her mood was more pliable than usual. Pavel Yevgenyevich moved closer to her; Lyuba didn't pull away. He had a pleasant perfume scent, clearly not having come here straight from a workout. "I locked everything, no one will come in, don't be afraid," he smirked and winked. The coach was a head taller than her, and she understood that even if she wanted to leave, it simply wouldn't work; Lyuba resigned herself.
First, he pulled her to him and took off her T-shirt and bra. Then, without ceremony, he pressed her against the wall bars and slid a hand into her panties, still wet from the previous adventure. "Get undressed!" the coach commanded, while he sat on the mats and lowered his pants. Lyuba quickly stripped off her remaining clothes and stood completely naked. She approached him and knelt down. Without waiting for the next command, she took his already erect penis into her mouth and began sucking and taking it in. The coach's penis was larger and thicker than Valera's, and it filled Lyuba's entire mouth, but she tried her best; she began to enjoy it, striving to give Pavel Yevgenyevich maximum pleasure. He watched her, then with a sharp movement lifted her up, stood himself, and pressed her against the wall bars again, this time with her back to him. Lyuba grabbed a bar and lifted herself slightly. The coach spread her legs and, holding them, thrust into her from behind sharply. Lyuba cried out. The sensations were indescribable. He began moving slower and pressed his whole body against the student; he breathed right by her ear, and his breath excited her, while he was excited by her moans. He quickened the pace and began fucking Lyuba so hard that the wall bars creaked and shook. He pushed Lyuba onto the low mats and leaned on top of her. Her legs ended up on his shoulders, and he entered very deeply. Her face pressed against his hairy chest, and she felt like a small creature under a huge beast.
The fucking continued; the coach thrust hard and deep. Lyuba's ears felt blocked, and it was hard to breathe. When she whimpered and cried out, he lifted himself, leaned back, and pulled her head to his penis. Now he fucked her mouth as if Lyuba were on top, but here instead of a vagina was her head. "Did Valerka use a condom?" — "Yes." He wanted to lick her and with a jerk sat her on his face. Lyuba cried out and moaned. Pavel Yevgenyevich fucked her with his tongue and licked her clitoris; she tried with all her might to continue giving him head. At one point, she couldn't take it and screamed from ecstasy. The coach flipped her over and began fucking her from above again. The mats threatened to slide to the floor from his force. His butt rose and fell over Lyuba with unimaginable strength. Lyuba ended up on all fours and felt the coach's finger at her anus. "No, no, no," she babbled, but at that same moment, his penis forced its way into her ass. She had tried anal before and didn't like it much, but here no one asked her, and she helplessly took the huge penis of her "savior." Tears rolled down her cheeks; everything burned. Pavel Yevgenyevich moved back to her vagina.
The furious fucking continued, then slowed. The coach turned Lyuba onto her back and began kissing her face, lips, neck, and breasts. He went down to her clitoris and began working there. Lyuba became aroused again and began arching, demanding continuation. He entered her and began increasing the pace again. Then he moved her onto the high mats and, standing, impaled her on himself. Everything was wet and dripping; moans and cries filled the space. Again the coach from behind, and Lyuba's legs dangled off the mat. He pounded her, giving no respite. The pace rose to maximum; Lyuba broke into a scream in orgasm; the coach thrust into her one last time and, pressing against her, shook in ecstasy for a few seconds. He came right inside her. Lyuba couldn't move; Pavel Yevgenyevich lay on top of her. Then they lay side by side, and he caressed her whole body.
Only an hour later did they start dressing; Lyuba gave him another blowjob; he also came in her mouth and barely restrained himself from starting all over and fucking Lyuba, pressing her against the wall. Lyuba wouldn't have minded.
When they came out, he took her grade book and promised to return it tomorrow before departure with all credits and exams marked.
Exhausted, Lyuba went outside and caught a taxi. And thought: "It's a good thing all the other professors are women."