Ripe pineapple
I fell asleep in that class. Economics, screw it, what do I need it for. But I came prepared: sat in the back row, hid behind my classmates' backs, and started dozing off... Yeah, right! While riding from the dorm, I was dying to sleep, but once I got to class, I was wide awake. The professor—a guy, pushing sixty—is droning on about something. Probably jerks off to female students after class. The whole group is listening to his nonsense. Actually, no, not the whole group. Two girls are sleeping. Lucky them.
Olya is sitting diagonally from me. She's only 17. Started university at sixteen, finished school as an external student. Brunette (probably dyed), petite, just a bit over 160 cm tall. Dresses like a ninth-grader,
active in all subjects. But she doesn't kiss the teachers' asses. Her hair is pulled back today, sweatshirt sleeves rolled up, emphasizing her diligence."Olya, come to the podium," drones Grigory Nikolaevich. Olya clicked her tongue and swiftly rushed to the board. Her short legs were clad in tight, slightly shiny black leggings. It got tight in my pants. The leggings really accentuated her ass. Usually, when girls just bend over, a nice butt shows, but Olya's was very, very round. I prayed she'd drop the chalk. The girl rattled off something about economics and returned to her seat. Pushing her chair back, she glanced at me; I didn't look away. She did it first and sat down. I saw the elastic of her panties. A thong? Couldn't tell.
It hurt so much between my legs. My dick was desperately pressing against the zipper. I quietly unzipped my jeans. It emerged and lay softly on my stomach. I touched it. My dick started swaying like a pendulum.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, Olya yawned widely, covering her mouth, and stretched. Then she suddenly turned to look at me. Shame, horror, panic, sweat... My dignity was so unworthily exposed in the eyes of a minor. I tried to put into my gaze the phrase that you're incredibly sexy, your ass is a work of art. I was diligently zipping up my member when suddenly Olya smiled. She has such full lips...
During the break, I immediately ran to the bathroom to jerk off. Locked myself in, my dick still wouldn't go down. Olya's ass, smile, panties... I already wet my dick with saliva.
"Are you in here?"—a quiet girly voice. I frantically started zipping up my jeans again, when suddenly. "It's very beautiful. And big. Can I hold it?"
I opened the stall door with my dick leading the way. Olya stood there smiling. Completely bewildered, I asked:
"Do you like it?"
"Ah, so good," Olya moaned. I slid my hand under the leggings. Her ass was hot there, and under her pussy it was downright burning. Olya went down and her lips engulfed my dick. I couldn't wait to see her labia. She sucked clumsily, more like slurping a lollipop. Nothing beyond the head interested her. But her eyes kept looking at me the whole time.
"Are you a virgin?"
Olya pulled away.
"No, of course not. You think a virgin would go suck the first guy who's hard?"
Her words awakened a beast in me. I picked her up, sat her doggy-style on the toilet, and finally took off her leggings. There were no panties underneath. Her ass resembled a ripe pineapple. I entered her. The narrow, warm pussy squelched in rhythm with the movements. Its owner moaned. While I was inside her, she screamed about how she's wanted me since the first day at university, how she jerks off to me in the bath, how she wants to try anal (here she added a note, not today), how, when she found out I had a girlfriend, she almost told me everything...
"Fuck me, babe, fuck me! I'm yours, my ass is yours and my pussy is yours! Ah-ah-ah... ah.. ah..."
"I want... I want to cum, Olya..."
Olya jumped off my dick. Immediately turned around and started sucking again the same way, looking only at me, only into my eyes. And when I started to cum, shooting straight down her throat, only then did she finally lower her eyes. Olya sucked out every last drop. She swallowed and smiled, just like in class. The break was already ending, time for the second class.
"I love you, babe!"—Olya washed up and kissed me on the lips. All the way to the classroom, I actively spanked her ass. Olya squealed with joy and excitement. Before entering the class, she whispered: "Sit in the back row, babe."
"Market economy is,"—droned Grigory Nikolaevich. And I watched as Olya pulled her leggings down lower than necessary. The white flesh excited me again. Olya smiled flirtatiously, looking at me.
And I saw how, between the neat buns, a thin stream of blood quietly and slowly trickled down. Olya just kept smiling and smiling.