Extracurricular activities

This incident happened at a time when mobile phones were still unheard of, the male contraceptives available were rubber products from the Bakovsky plant near Moscow, GOST 4546-81, type A, No. 2, and there was no sex in the USSR. And yet, it existed and in forms no less diverse than today.

I was in the 11th grade, I had already turned 18. Our homeroom teacher was Natalya Anatolyevna Ilyinykh, a beautiful, cheerful, smiling woman, the owner of lush breasts, luxurious, strong hips, and a round, hefty butt. At 45, she was very lively, extraordinarily sexy, and with her mature,

already childbearing woman's plumpness, she resembled a delicious plump girl, a real "baba-yagodka" (a ripe berry of a woman), fully living up to the well-known saying. She had long interested me as a woman, I was secretly in love with her and in my youthful erotic fantasies I dreamed of the charms of her luxurious body. I never missed a chance to admire her butt and hips, hugged by sundresses or skirts, the firm "balls" of her lush and, most importantly, natural large tits, constrained by her bra cups, examining them in the deep necklines of her dresses. The reaction to the sight of her charms and her deep, pleasant chesty voice was an invariably powerful erection of my cock. To communicate with Natalya Anatolyevna more often and simply enjoy her presence, I even actively got involved in extracurricular work, helping her decorate all sorts of bulletin boards, put up wall newspapers, repair chairs, change burnt-out light bulbs, etc., fortunately I drew well, my hands grew from the right place and it didn't bother me at all. Gradually, we developed quite close, trusting relations and she treated me more like a son.

Once, on the eve of May 1st, all schools, as usual, were preparing to participate in the demonstration of workers and students for the occasion. Banners, flags, paper flowers in the form of huge carnations or peonies, Doves of Peace against a globe... And of course, wall newspapers and posters, where would we be without them! And as it was and is, the holiday is tomorrow, but there's nothing to decorate with. So, an emergency! The deputy principal even excused the "creative group" of students from classes so its members could frantically toil in different classrooms and each craft their part of the visual propaganda, but that didn't help much, and outside it was already getting dark and the final result was still far away.

Natalya Anatolyevna decided to finish decorating our class's propaganda materials at her home, fortunately she lived not far from the school, in a private house, and asked me to help her carry these rolls of paper, banners, paints, brushes, etc. At her home, we dumped all this in a large living room and I was already heading for the exit, to go home, when Natalya Anatolyevna, looking over this pile of papers and fabric, unexpectedly turned to me: "Andrey, listen, maybe you'll stay at my place? It seems I overestimated my abilities and I can't manage without you... Will you help me finish this work? Huh?" "We'll have a quick dinner now, then we'll sort out this pile together... Andryushka! Help me out!" — she continued to persuade me and suddenly, without letting me say anything, picked up the phone, dialed my home number, and after a few minutes of talking with my mother, settled the issue of my overnight stay. "Aha! Didn't expect that?! That's it, you're caught! You'll work like a good boy now!" laughed Natalya Anatolyevna. "Well, let's go have dinner, come on, quickly!" she continued and pulled me by the hand to the kitchen.

There was no one else at home besides us, neither her parents—they had gone to visit Natalya Anatolyevna's sister—nor Alena, her grown daughter, who lived separately anyway, so no one was bothering us, but even so, we fiddled with the propaganda materials for a really long time, drawing, coloring, gluing... But the culprit wasn't just the large volume of work, but a whole whirlwind of erotic and sexual thoughts in my head, from being near my beloved woman, this juicy plump girl, who in the meantime had managed to change clothes and was depriving me of peace of mind with the sight of her plump thighs from under a short robe, tits not constrained by a bra and temptingly swaying in time with their owner's movements. Indecent thoughts about Natalya Anatolyevna's charms prevented me from concentrating, and the hard-on in my pants didn't go away, I had to keep adjusting it so it wouldn't bulge so obviously. We finished the work around midnight, stacked all these posters, flags, and wall newspapers to dry in the hallway and outside on the terrace.

"I'll make a bed for you in the living room, on the sofa, okay?" said Natalya Anatolyevna. "And in the meantime, go rinse off in the shower, you'll feel lighter and fall asleep right away," she continued and got me a large fluffy towel from the closet. The shower sparkled with the cleanliness of white tiles on the walls and sand-colored ones on the floor. The toilet, separated from the shower by a small partition, also shone with porcelain. I stood under the streams of water and tried to "relieve the tension" by jerking my cock off a bit so it would at least go down a little, but it didn't help. The cock stubbornly and provocatively stuck out, demanding genuine satisfaction. Wearing underwear didn't save the situation. But how could I appear before Natalya Anatolyevna like that? I was still embarrassed... Drying myself with the towel, I peeked out of the shower; Natalya Anatolyevna was bustling in the kitchen, I quickly slipped into the living room, where it was already dark, and dived into bed, under the sheet. A few minutes later, Natalya Anatolyevna looked into the living room, turned on the lamp, came up to me, and asked if I was comfortable. I nodded affirmatively, looking up at her with pleasure.

"Thank you, Andryushka! What would I do without you? You helped me a lot today. Well done!" she said in her chesty voice, leaning over me and stroking my head. Wishing me good night, Natalya Anatolyevna turned off the lamp and said: "I'll go take a shower too, freshen up. I'll close the doors for now so as not to disturb you, and then I'll open them, it's stuffy otherwise." At the door, she turned and added: "If you need to go to the toilet at night, don't be shy, go through my room, just be careful, don't trip over the thresholds in the dark." Her bedroom was a walk-through, with two pairs of swinging doors, a double bed stood in the depths of the room, between a wardrobe and a bedside table. But I wasn't thinking about sleep. Thoughts of my beloved woman, her desirable body, swirled like a whirlwind in my head, my cock stood like a stake, my balls were swollen, so at some point, I decided to fuck my Natalya Anatolyevna as soon as she returned from the shower and fell asleep.

At the time, it seemed like the most suitable option, a brilliant idea. How to possess a woman, especially a sleeping one, I of course had no experience at all, only random pictures of my erotic fantasies swirled in my head, about what I wanted to do with her in bed. I lay there and listened intently for when Natalya Anatolyevna would settle down. Finally, the doors quietly opened, then I heard Natalya Anatolyevna rustling the sheet, settling into bed, yawning. Silence fell in the house. It seemed to me that enough time had passed, I got up and headed to the bedroom. Entering quietly, I saw in the semi-darkness that Natalya Anatolyevna was lying half-naked, without a bra or nightgown, on her stomach, sticking out her butt in white tight panties, slightly tucking her plump legs and covering them and her back a little with the sheet. A bathrobe and its belt lay on the edge of the bed. I silently approached the bed, but a floorboard creaked under my foot and Natalya Anatolyevna, lifting her head from the pillow, asked: "What, Andryusha? Going to the toilet? Wait, I'll turn on the nightlight." I sat on the edge of the bed and Natalya Anatolyevna, covering herself with the sheet and squinting from the dim nightlight light, asked me anxiously: "What's wrong with you? Feeling unwell?" Gathering my courage, I answered in a choked voice: "No, everything's fine" and, stammering, continued: "Natalya Anatolyevna, can I... um... lie with you? I want to sleep with you..." "Meaning? I don't understand you..." said Natalya Anatolyevna, looking at me with genuine surprise, and then her gaze fell on my cock, provocatively sticking out of my underwear.

Her eyes widened and I, unexpectedly even to myself, suddenly went on the offensive, tore the sheet off her, threw myself on her with my whole body, grabbing her hands, trying to pin them down. To my surprise, I had no difficulty turning her onto her stomach in the process and, climbing on top of her, twisting both her hands behind her back. Securely fixing the woman's hands behind her back with the bathrobe belt, I quickly closed the room doors, took off my underwear, and with my cock sticking out, pounced again on the bewildered and muttering something Natalya Anatolyevna, instantly pulled off her little white panties, began to caress and kiss her thighs, butt, back, and slipping my hands under her, feel and squeeze her lush tits, stomach, pubic area with my palms.

Finally coming to her senses from the shock of my audacity, she began to resist fiercely, dodging my kisses and hands, simultaneously trying to untie her hands and loudly either shaming me, or scolding me, or threatening to start screaming and calling for help. But her attempts to free her hands and evade me led to nothing, and I, ignoring her indignation, continued my attempts to reach her crotch, her vagina. We tussled like that for quite a while, and finally Natalya Anatolyevna, under my pressure, and apparently tired of resisting, reluctantly spread her plump thighs, giving me access to her crotch, which turned out to be smoothly and cleanly shaved, including around the brown ring of her anus. Pressing hard on her thighs, I spread them wider and immediately pressed my lips to my beauty's vagina, simultaneously licking it with my tongue, catching her labia, clitoris with my lips and teeth. Having had my fill of caressing them, I lay on top of Natalya Anatolyevna and busied myself with her tits, playing with them, squeezing, nibbling them, or tickling her nipples with my tongue. Rubbing my cock against her groin in the process, in the end, I felt that the head of my cock had finally gotten between her labia and I began to push the cock deeper into her vagina with thrusts.

The sensations from the friction of my cock against the walls of her womb and the fact that the head was pressing against the wall of her uterus were amazing! I instinctively began to speed up the pace of my thrusts, made them sharper, driving my cock into her womb to the limit. Natalya Anatolyevna, no longer resisting, cried out, moaned, shook her head, now spreading her thighs wide apart, now hugging me with them, trying to press me closer to her. Once again driving my cock into her vagina with a sharp thrust, pressing the head against the wall of her uterus, I froze in that position for a few seconds and finally came, literally shooting a stream of semen. "Ah-ah-ah! Ouch! Why?! Why did you come inside me?! Fool! What have you done?!" — Natalya Anatolyevna exclaimed indignantly, looking up at me from below. I lay on her, exhausted, breathing heavily, not pulling my cock out of her womb, squeezing her tits with my hands, experiencing enormous, indescribable pleasure and delight and didn't know what to answer her. She was also breathing heavily, gasping for air with her mouth, tried to slip out from under me again, but I held her back, saying I still wanted to caress her. My cock hadn't lost its hardness after ejaculation, but now I didn't want to move sharply and I began to make slow movements with it, back and forth, from side to side, either pressing on it or just lightly sliding it along the walls of her womb. This greatly excited Natalya Anatolyevna, who suddenly jerked convulsively, squeezed my cock several times with her vaginal muscles, relaxed them, and I felt my cock enveloped in hot moisture.

"I came..." she whispered. At that moment, I came too, with two or three streams of semen pouring into her womb. Natalya Anatolyevna relaxed and quieted down beneath me, obviously experiencing the orgasm and satisfaction she had received. I lifted myself off her, pulled my cock out of her womb, lay down next to her, hugging Natalya Anatolyevna, caressing her tits, stomach, thighs. Having barely caught my breath, I decided not to delay and to fully use the situation and fulfill another long-standing dream regarding Natalya Anatolyevna and fuck her in the ass. She was lying on her back, covering her eyes, slightly bending her full legs at the knees and moaning softly, experiencing the pleasure she had received. But I needed her to lie on her stomach with her butt higher. I figured out to put a couple of pillows under her stomach and began to roll Natalya Anatolyevna onto them. She, still relaxed, didn't resist and I managed to position her in the desired pose. But finding herself head down, with pillows under her stomach, her rear end raised up and her thighs spread wide, she asked anxiously: "Andrey, what are you fiddling with there? Decided to try again, from behind?" Instead of answering, I, not wasting time, tried to thrust my hardened cock into her anus with a sharp push.

Instantly realizing my intentions, Natalya Anatolyevna literally began to lament: "Oh-oh-oh! Not there, please, not there! Just not in the ass! Andryushka, my boy, my dear, don't do that! Better again or even as many times as you want, fuck me in the puss... y! Please... Oh-oh-oh Ouch! What are you doing?! M-mmm-m... It hurts! Stop!" and tried to dodge me. But I held her firmly by the butt and thighs and persistently tried to squeeze my cock into the forbidden hole, but unsuccessfully. Jerking a few times, trying to wrench herself out of my hands, Natalya Anatolyevna, apparently realizing the futility of such attempts, suddenly went limp somehow and, wincing painfully, said: "Alright! Do what you want, but at least do it right... Andrey, listen to me! Reach out and get a small tin can from the drawer in the nightstand. It's Vaseline. Open it, take a good amount of lubricant on your little finger and carefully insert it into the anus..." I obeyed and scooping up a large piece of Vaseline from the can with my right little finger, pressed my little finger against the brown ring of her anus; the finger easily went inside. "Now carefully, with circular motions, lubricate everything inside, as far as your finger reaches," continued Natalya Anatolyevna, looking at me sideways from below. "Now lubricate the head well, bring it to the anus and slowly insert it, as if screwing it in... Understand? Just please, don't rush, don't push the cock in sharply..." And indeed, after these

manipulations, the head of my cock slowly sliding, disappeared into Natalya Anatolyevna's anus, who, apparently relaxed her sphincter muscles and began to move her butt in time with my movements, as if impaling herself on my cock. Gradually, I inserted my cock to its full length, resting my balls against Natalya Anatolyevna's perineum, and began to slowly move it back and forth. The narrow anal passage fully enveloped my cock and the movements were felt along the entire length of the cock, not just the head, as during vaginal intercourse. I was at the peak of bliss, and the feeling that at that moment I had unequivocally possessed Natalya Anatolyevna Ilyinykh, my teacher, as a beautiful, mature, sexy woman, who in those minutes had become my and only my beloved Woman, added to the euphoria! Being in such an ecstatic state, completely unexpectedly for myself, I felt that I came, but the erection didn't subside, because Natalya Anatolyevna's pose, the sight of her butt, her anus with my cock inserted into it, her full thighs, her moans acted better than any stimulant. So the exciting thrusts and wonderful anal sex with my beloved, amazing woman continued! Finally, I came once more, ejaculating semen into Natalya Anatolyevna's ass and also carefully began to pull my cock out of it.

At the moment when the head popped out of her anus with a slight smacking sound, Natalya Anatolyevna shuddered, gasped in a choked voice, and I saw a semi-transparent stream flow from her vagina down her perineum; Natalya Anatolyevna had come too! Wow! I stopped holding her, she slid off the pillows, but after lying for a few minutes, suddenly rushed headlong from the bedroom to the shower. "Oh! Oh dear! To the toilet! Quickly! I can't hold it anymore! Andrey, turn on the light!" I heard her voice from there. I hurried after her, turned on the light in the shower, and entering it, saw Natalya Anatolyevna sitting on the toilet, stunned by this sight, approached her