Test. History three

"—What a magnificent woman she is after all. I want to look like her, I want to behave like her, carry myself the same way she does—majestically, independently, and yet sexually," Masha thought to herself, standing outside the office door where the fine arts teacher was accepting the students' work. Masha had deliberately decided to go last because she had drawn not only the assigned paintings but also many extra ones, as she loved drawing very much. And during these holidays, she had simply burst forth with a large number of her drawings, for which she had specifically traveled to riverbanks, the forest, and the mountains. The girl

even struggled to bring the entire heavy stack of work for review.

After waiting for the second-to-last classmate to leave, Masha stepped into the office.

"Hello, Elena Vasilyevna," Masha said, entering with a slight shyness.

The teacher she admired, as always, looked magnificent. Thirty years old, elegant, attractive. A skirt revealing the knees of her slender legs, heels, a belt at the waist emphasizing its slenderness. A white blouse, glasses with large round lenses, and hair gathered into a bun at the back. Masha's heart skipped a beat again as her gaze swept over the young woman's figure.

"Ah, Mashenka! Hello. Come in. You're the last one, I think? Show me what you've brought."

"Here, Elena Vasilyevna. Here's my homework. And these are my additional works, which I wanted to show you for your evaluation, which I value very much."

"Masha! You're simply wonderful for working so hard. Wow! So many drawings. You know, they are very interesting. I can already see your style, I see a few mistakes. But there's one small problem. I'd be happy to summarize all your work. But I can't do it now. The office needs to be closed in ten minutes. If you had only brought the homework, we would have managed. But there's so much here. And they're so interesting. You know what? Since the university is closing, let's review them at my place. Do you have a lot to do today?"

"No, no. Not at all, Elena Vasilyevna. Completely free. And I really need a thorough evaluation of my drawings. It's just that I brought them here with such difficulty. On public transport."

"Oh, Mashenka. Don't worry. I have my car. Come on. Let's go to my place. We can eat something too. It's been long past lunch, and we're still working. Shall we run?"—the teacher tenderly took the student's hand.

The second-year student and the young teacher, like seasoned girlfriends, cheerfully chatting about some little things, gathered the drawings, left the office, and headed to the university parking lot. While Elena Vasilyevna drove home, stopping by a store on the way to quickly buy something tasty for dinner, Masha marveled at how easily and confidently this amazing woman handled the huge SUV. The girl's respect for the teacher grew more and more. Continuing to chatter about nothing with the teacher on the way, Masha glanced at the woman's knees, at the skirt hugging her hips, at her well-groomed hands, at her magnificent manicure. The girl, though trying to push away thoughts that seemed bad to her at that moment, kept returning her gaze to the teacher.

"What on earth is going through my head? Well, she's beautiful. Very beautiful. But she's such an interesting woman. She must be successful with men. What does she care about my attention? Who am I to her? Just a regular student. And she looks at me with such kindness and a smile because she's very tactful," Masha thought to herself.

By this point, the girl had already had experience with same-sex sex, but it was more like fooling around with drunk girlfriends than real attraction. Masha was still more drawn to athletic guys than to girls. Although somehow things never worked out with guys, which is why the girl spent so much time drawing. Elena Vasilyevna was another matter. Masha was genuinely drawn to her. And she was afraid that the woman would notice her interest, which would cause problems in her studies in the subject "Fine Arts," and in other subjects too, since Elena Vasilyevna was respected among the teachers.

They arrived.

"Come on in," Elena Vasilyevna said, unlocking the apartment door and letting the girl go ahead. "Don't be shy, Masha. Make yourself at home." Elena Vasilyevna slipped off her high-heeled shoes. "Phew! How good it feels! As they say, 'A woman who puts on heels becomes beautiful, and a woman who takes off heels becomes happy.' It's good that you students don't have to maintain a formal dress code like us teachers. Here are your slippers. Put them on and go into the room. I'll change in the meantime. We're at home, after all, not at the university. I hope you don't mind?" The teacher pointed the girl to the entrance to the living room and then, sinking her feet into fluffy slippers, slipped into the bedroom.

Entering the living room, Masha was instantly struck by the large number of paintings hanging on the walls. Yes! These were Elena Vasilyevna's works. They truly amazed Masha's imagination, they were so interesting and uniquely executed. Both the style and the handiwork revealed great talent and imagination in the artist.

"Do you like them?"

Masha was so mesmerized by the paintings, so trusting of the teacher, that she didn't react at all to the fact that the teacher's palms had come to rest on her stomach. She only managed to squeeze out from her disobedient mouth:

"Very much, Elena Vasilyev..."

The girl didn't even have time to finish her answer when she felt the woman, pressing harder on her stomach, pull her closer. The woman's other hand slid from her stomach upward and, taking hold of the girl's young breast, squeezed it gently. Simultaneously, the girl felt the touch of the woman's lips to her neck. Hot breath, a tender kiss that sent shivers down the girl's body. She herself leaned back, pressing her shoulder blades into the teacher's chest. Her bottom involuntarily arched and pressed into the woman's stomach. And Elena, continuing to hold the girl tightly, was already tracing paths on the student's neck with the tip of her tongue. She moved her tongue from bottom to top, listening to Masha's breathing quicken, her heart beat stronger, rubbed the tip of her nose behind her ear, touched her lips to the neck, to the girl's shoulders, buried her nose in and ruffled her hair, enjoying its scent, squeezing the firm young breast tighter and stroking the student's stomach. Their hips were also pressed together and gently rubbed against each other.

This continued for several minutes.

"Masha. You are so beautiful!" the teacher suddenly said right above the girl's ear, snapping her out of her stupor. "Don't be shy about anything. I want you so much. You surely want me too, don't you? Do you? I saw how interested you were looking at me today."

"Elena Vasilyevna, what are you saying? You are so amazing, so beautiful. I truly admire you. Such a..."

Again, the girl didn't have time to finish as the woman abruptly turned her face towards her and plunged into her lips with a passionate kiss. A kiss that was brazenly scorching, robbing her of will, self-control, forcing her to completely surrender to her partner. Losing her mind from pleasure, Masha barely audibly cooed like a dove, purred like a kitten.

Kissing, Elena Vasilyevna placed Masha's hands on her own shoulders, and the girl instantly wrapped them around her teacher's neck. The young woman, meanwhile, while kissing, held the girl tightly, holding her by the bottom and waist.

Masha yielded to Elena's persistence like a rabbit. She marveled at the tenderness and persistence with which the teacher kissed her, allowed her brazen little tongue into her mouth, which began to explore her mouth, rubbing against the girl's tongue inside. The sniffles of the kissing pair betrayed mutual desire and arousal. After several minutes of sweet kissing, their lips parted.

"Let's go to the bathroom. Come on. I want to wash you. You've been on your feet all day." Elena Vasilyevna pulled the "lost" Masha along.

Entering the bathroom, Elena untied the belt of her robe and, with a graceful shrug of her shoulders, slipped it off. It turned out there was nothing under the robe. Not even panties. The magnificent, slender body of the naked teacher, of course, sent Masha into further ecstasy. The teacher was perfect. Even the small tuft of black hair on her pubis looked arousing. After all, Masha's pubis was still smooth and unshaven.

"Undress, Mashulka. Let me help you." She began pulling the girl's T-shirt up after turning on and adjusting the warmth of the water streaming from the showerhead above.

Masha quickly took off her jeans, unclasped her bra, and hesitated a little before removing her panties.

"What beautiful nipples you have," Elena Vasilyevna said, pinching the girl's nipple. "Oh! And how hard it already is. Come on, take off your panties, don't be shy. Get in with me quickly. I want you. I want to wash you, my beauty. Come on, Mashenka, come to me faster."

When the completely naked girl climbed into the bathtub, they pressed against the teacher again with their breasts, stomachs, and hips and merged in a deep kiss. The girls began passionately kissing each other, not only on the lips but also on the cheeks, noses, necks, exploring each other's bottoms, legs, backs with their palms. And onto their heads, in fine sprays and streams, warm water poured, running down their wet hair, streams of water flowing over their magnificent bodies, over the slender legs of the kissing lovers.

"Mashulka, you're a wonder! You kiss so wonderfully. I love you."

"Oh, Elena Vasilyevna. It's you, you're doing this to me. I'm just responding and learning from you. You are so... so... you..."

"Okay, Masha. Forget about Elena Vasilyevna. Now I'm Lena for you. I want it that way. Otherwise, we'll keep getting lost in patronymics. So come on, I'll soap you up. You're such a slim one." Elena reached for the washcloth and gel.

How pleasant it turns out to be when someone else washes you. And so tenderly. Masha felt as if she had returned to childhood, when her mother washed her. Elena also washed Masha tenderly, soaping up her new girlfriend well. Her back, shoulders, neck, breasts, stomach, bottom were covered in lather. And when Elena asked Masha to put one foot on the edge of the tub and rubbed the girl's aroused pussy with a soft washcloth, she almost came.

"Come on, Mashenka, rinse everything off. I'll wash myself in the meantime."

Masha rinsed off all the lather and climbed out of the bathtub. While Elena washed herself, the girl dried her hair and wrapped herself in a huge bath towel, which the teacher had pointed out to her. Elena washed herself fairly quickly, dried her hair with a towel, picked up her robe from the floor, and, without even tying it, just threw it over her shoulders, gave Masha a push on the bottom.

"Let's go to the bedroom. I want to caress and love you soon, my little beauty."

"Sit down, Masha. Sit down, my pretty one. Let me caress you." Elena gently pushed Masha onto the large, soft armchair behind her.

As Masha fell onto the armchair, her towel immediately fell open, exposing her damp, not yet completely dry body. The girl's knees involuntarily closed.

"What are you doing? Don't hide your beauty." Elena, taking hold of the girl's knees, spread them wider.

"God, how tender, beautiful, virginal it is. And so juicy. You're already so wet!"

Masha was so aroused she couldn't answer and only moaned sweetly when Elena ran her little tongue along the slippery inner sides of her labia, slick with arousal.

"Yesssss!!!!" escaped from the girl, who arched sharply, lifting her stomach and breasts. Masha's claws dug into the fabric of the armchair. "Yesssss!!!!"

"Mmmmm. Mashulka. How sweet you are, how tasty. So pure, so tender, so young. Smack, smack, smack your little pussy."

"Len. Lena. Lenuska!!!"—the girl could no longer hold back, unable to answer Elena with words.

She only lightly thrust towards the beautiful teacher, pushing her swollen little clit into Elena's mouth. And the experienced Elena, watching from below the reaction of her student, watching how aroused she was from new sensations, from what she had dreamed of for so long, watched and pleasured Masha with delight. Licking the juices from the swollen labia, sucking on the clit, gently kneading it with her lips, smacking the smooth pubis, pressing her ear against the inner thigh. Enjoying the effect of her caresses, the teacher raised the arousal of her desired student higher and higher. Spreading the girl's labia with two fingers, she penetrated her pussy with her long tongue and began to play, pressing her tongue against the inner sides of the vagina. Pulling back a little, Elena replaced her tongue with her slender index finger. Slowly inserting it into the juicy, unresisting hole, the teacher tenderly kissed the girl on the pubis. Sometimes Elena blew on Masha's perineum, adding this cooling sensation to the arousal of her labia.

God, how aroused Masha was at that moment, how much she was flowing. Completely surrendering to Elena's power, she watched with unconcealed interest as the teacher inserted, then moved her finger back and forth, abundantly lubricated with her secretions. Sometimes the lovers' gazes met. Each read in the other's eyes—"I want you!"

Having gotten used to her finger inside the student's pussy, Elena began to study her in more detail. She touched new and new points inside the girl, she moved her slippery finger along the resisting muscles. Turning her finger upward, Elena pressed it against the clit from the inside. And she herself bent down and pressed the student's clit with her tongue.

This caress became the final one, so that Masha, closing her eyes, moaning loudly, pressing her hand on the teacher's head, pushing her face between her legs, squeezing the woman's head tightly with her thighs, shook in convulsions of orgasm. The girl jerked and moaned lengthily, melting in sweet bliss. A fountain, a fireworks of colored stars exploded in her brain.

She came, went limp. Relaxed the pressure of her thighs on either side of Elena's head. The girl's hand left her head.

"Masha, you are magnificent! You are delightful! You are so awesome!" Elena smacked the girl on the clit and pubis and straightened up.

She pulled the unresisting Masha to her, throwing her arms around her neck. Smack, smack, smack on the lips, cheeks, nose, eyes of the pliant girl.

"Wow, how relaxed you are."

"I feel very good, Elena Vasilyevna. I don't even know where I am. Probably in seventh heaven. I feel so good with you."

"I asked you, Masha. I want to be your friend. I want you. I'm Lena."

"Yes, yes, yes, Lenusik. Sorry. I completely lost my mind. I feel so good, my love."

"O-o-o-o! You called me 'my love'! How pleasant that is, Mashenka. I also, also want to love you. Get up. Can you walk? Let's go to the bed."

With an unsteady gait on weak, still slightly trembling after the orgasm legs, embraced by the young woman, the girl moved with her to the spacious, high bed. The girls climbed to the middle of the bed, sitting facing each other, tucking their legs under themselves.

"How are you, Mashenka?" Elena took her friend by the shoulders and looked into the girl's eyes, full of uncertainty.

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