The Path to Knowledge

I had a side job in the evenings teaching clients how to use a computer from scratch. Mostly women came. One day, a tall, slender girl around twenty-seven with a clearly pronounced third-size bust signed up. Even though I saw women as clients, I tried not to let it interfere with the learning process. But ignoring such breasts and ass was difficult. Her name was Lena, and she was mainly interested in the internet. She set herself the primary goal of learning how to post information about herself on marriage agency websites to marry a foreigner. When I asked why specifically a foreigner, she replied that she had already been married to an Italian

and now would never marry a Russian. Later, she told me that her husband was fifty years old and had a son her age. The reason for the divorce was that he became jealous of some Russian from the embassy in Rome.

After the exam, I invited her to come to my place to celebrate her enrollment. My office, for a number of reasons, wasn't conducive to relaxation. We relocated to the neighboring teacher's lounge. We sat at a small table opposite each other, drank cognac, and had a box of chocolates as a snack. Earlier, when she kept asking how she could thank me, I joked it off. Like, what can you take from a pretty girl? After the second shot, she didn't know how to approach it. She started telling me what she could do, that she could do something very well. When asked to show me? I agreed. She stood up, walked over to me sitting down, crouched, and started on my belt. For convenience, I leaned back. With her hand, she reached in, pulling down the elastic of my underwear to my cock. After the cognac, it was limp. Standing up slightly and pulling my underwear down below my knees, I sat back down. Taking off her glasses and the elastic from her ponytail, she began to caress my cock and scrotum with both hands. Delighted, it began to show signs of life. Apparently having read some theory about cock and ice cream, she started licking it along the shaft. Pulling back the foreskin, she began circling the tip of the glans with her tongue. She flicked her tongue against the already fully erect instrument of pleasure. She really was quite good at caressing it; I only regretted that the cognac I'd drunk dulled the sharpness of the sensations. Taking the head into her lips, she began stroking the shaft with the tips of her long fingers. I grabbed the back of her head with my hand and started pushing her onto my cock. When I came in orgasm, I tried to push it in even deeper. She swallowed the cum, which I liked. Fixing her hair, she sat back in her seat and asked: "So, how was it?" I replied: "Great!" But she apparently didn't yet know how to suck out the last drops like Sasha—the queen of blowjobs. She was just doing her job. And Sasha did it with relish and enjoyed the taste of the nectar. She did it with soul. Pulling it into her mouth, I could feel with my cock how her incredible pussy trembled and shuddered. But I digress.

After sitting and drinking a couple more shots, I said I was ready to continue the delightful activity. Without objecting at all, she worked her tongue and lips again. Only now, on empty balls, the process lasted significantly longer; I pushed her onto my cock more roughly, so much so that she even choked a couple of times. But she swallowed the second portion of seed as well. Thanking her for the pleasure provided, we tidied ourselves up and went our separate ways.

After that, she came to my office more than once; I prudently locked the door. She sits looking for messages on the screen, I read along with her, while at the same time my hand goes under her skirt, under her panties to her pussy. I take her hand and guide it into my unzipped fly. Feeling its firmness and a surge of desire, I would tilt her head down. Someone could knock at any moment, so showing her my skill wasn't convenient. And she diligently took my cock into her mouth with her lips. Her hair usually got messed up and prevented me from seeing how the cock dived into her mouth. I gathered her hair, tossed it to the other side, and watched, watched as she slid onto it.

Her lips weren't exactly small; you could even pull her by them. I decided not to experiment. I really wanted to get into her ass quickly. Unexpectedly for her, I pulled out my cock and, as if accidentally, inserted it into her ass all the way in one go. Lenochka just gasped and pressed her stomach into the table. I froze, letting her get used to the new sensations. I no longer wanted to leave that wonderfully tight little hole. I found her large breasts with my hands and began to knead them. Grabbing onto them, I started pounding her with the maximum possible amplitude. All you could hear was my thighs slapping against her gorgeous buttocks; I could feel my balls touching her dripping lips. I think it didn't last long; after all, the act was very desired and pleasant. The hot, beautiful ass was finally impaled on my cock. When I started to orgasm, I squeezed her breasts even harder and tried to pull her onto me even deeper by them. My convulsions inside her lasted a long time; the softened cock pressed against her cool back. I was still twitching. The last drops were deeply splashed into Lenochka, who lay quietly, feeling that she had given me super-pleasure. Kissing her shoulder, I pulled out the softened cock; the used condom remained in her slit. I didn't see how she pulled it out. She got ready quickly, dressed, and waited by the door for me to let her out. Approaching and ushering her out the door, I stroked the soft, wonderful ass protruding from her skirt, which brought such bliss! Lenochka's ass turned out to be better than her mouth. And if I didn't know that I wouldn't be able to raise my little friend for the next couple of hours, I would have persuaded her to give me heavenly pleasure once more.

People were walking in the hallway, and leaving an empty classroom together would have been suspicious. And from Lenochka's walk and face, one could guess that she had just been fucked really well.