School graduation
The exhausting final exams in high school were over. All tests had been passed, and institutions for further education had been chosen. The last bells echoed through the schoolyards with the cheerful yet simultaneously sad jingling of bells in the hands of happy first-graders, proudly perched on the broad shoulders of the graduates.
The prom night lay ahead. The spring air was intoxicating, swirling with the scent of blooming lilacs. The girls were starving, trying to squeeze into their alluring evening dresses. The boys courageously straightened their shoulders in front of mirrors, trying on their brand-new suits. Parents secretly wiped away tears, admiring their grown-up
children.Natasha hadn't eaten all day. First, she took a long bath, getting herself ready. Then she ran to the hairdresser. And finally, she dressed in a long evening gown with an unusually deep neckline. Natasha's boyfriend drove her to the school. He solemnly dropped the girl off near the school porch and promised to pick her up closer to midnight when the official part of the event would be over.
After the diplomas were handed out, everyone drank champagne. Natasha's head immediately started spinning, her cheeks turned pink. She smiled cheerfully at teachers and classmates. She felt so joyful! During the dance, she was invited by the young literature teacher, Vladimir Petrovich. Natasha happily twirled to the sounds of a slow waltz. The floor swayed slightly under her feet, and she, clutching her dance partner tightly, pressed her whole body against him. Then she started feeling unwell.
Vladimir Petrovich noticed how Natasha's face had paled and offered to escort her to the restroom. The teacher waited while the girl washed her face and asked in a concerned voice: "How are you doing there, Natasha? Are you okay?" When she came out of the restroom, Vladimir Petrovich looked at her with embarrassment and said: "Natasha, your dress is not in order." The girl lowered her eyes and realized that while she was washing up, her breast had slipped out of her décolleté and was now exposed. Small pink nipples with pale areolas were visible above the edge of the fabric. Vladimir Petrovich reached out his hand and tried to adjust the girl's clothing, but the breast refused to go back into place. Natasha looked at the teacher with a hazy gaze, then smiled shyly, stood on her tiptoes, and planted her plump lips on his cheek. Vladimir Petrovich froze for a moment, then hugged the girl by her slender shoulders, pressed her to himself, and kissed her.
They entered an empty classroom. The teacher pressed the girl against the wall and began kissing her greedily, sucking in her tender tongue. Then he turned her back to him, lifted the full skirts of her evening gown, and squeezed her firm, girlish buttocks with his palms. His fingers moved the thin strip of her thong aside, but Natasha abruptly pulled away. "I'm a virgin! I have a boyfriend," she whispered hotly. "And we won't tell him," Vladimir Petrovich said quietly. He laid Natasha on her stomach on a desk and gently spread her buttocks. He kissed the pink ring of her anus, ran his tongue over her labia, licking up drops of clear, tangy moisture, pressed his lips to her swollen clitoris, and began gently squeezing it. Natasha tensed, spread her legs wide, and moaned, covering her mouth with her hand. Vladimir Petrovich sucked on her clitoris, burying his nose in her smoothly shaved, wet, arousal-swollen labia, greedily inhaling the youthful, sweetish scent. Rising, he unzipped his trousers and took out his hardened penis. Firmly gripping it in his hand, Vladimir Petrovich pulled back the foreskin, exposed the head, and ran it over Natasha's perineum. The girl tensed and pulled away. "Don't be afraid, Natasha, I won't touch you," he said quietly, caressing the girl's clitoris with his penis. Natasha relaxed and began breathing rapidly again, squeezing her eyes shut.
Vladimir Petrovich pulled the girl by the shoulder, turned her to face him, and placed his penis in her small, trembling-with-excitement hand. "Kiss it," he asked. Natasha knelt down and, carefully holding the seemingly gigantic penis in her small hands, began awkwardly kissing it. "Do you really have a boyfriend?" the teacher asked the girl. "Yes," she answered quietly, "But we haven't yet..." She lowered her eyes, embarrassed. "I see," Vladimir Petrovich smirked, "Open your mouth wider and stick out your tongue." Natasha complied with his request. Vladimir Petrovich ran his penis over her swollen lips, placed it on the girl's tongue, and smoothly slid it into her mouth. Holding Natasha's head, he slowly entered her throat until the girl began to gag, then slowly withdrew. Copious saliva streamed down her cheeks and dripped onto the floor in thin trickles. The teacher quickened his pace. Natasha's head jerked rhythmically in his hands. After a few minutes, he shot a load of semen into her throat. Natasha, taken by surprise, recoiled and reflexively swallowed. Vladimir Petrovich knelt before the girl, looked sternly into her eyes, and said: "This will be our secret. Understood? Otherwise, your boyfriend will leave you. You don't want that, do you?" Natasha shook her head negatively. The teacher helped the girl up and escorted her to the restroom.
Later, in the assembly hall, they exchanged conspiratorial glances and smiled mysteriously at each other. When Natasha's boyfriend came to pick her up, she firmly decided to introduce something new into their relationship and give him an oral surprise. The surprise was a success.