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It was 10:30 a.m. As every Monday, the R10B had its double lesson in politics and business in front of itself and, like every Monday, I had to deal with the bored students, explain the German election system, the differences of the individual party, what who determines where and when … in short: the two hourswere tough like chewing gum and luckily the only lesson in this class that on the School A single problem was. There were a number of cocks that were missing regularly, total confident who came to school, but rather bored out of pure boredom instead of learning.
And then there were a few who were good for a little, as I would like to express myself. Today there were just 18 out of 32 students, which was already a success. At the age of 47, I had made my life different than frustrated Pupils To teach whose demotivation reached my way to mine.
While half the class slept, nonsense or more or less fell into small table talks in the whisper tone, Songül listened to me carefully when I went through the admittedly dust -dry topic of the various administrations at the federal level.
Although she wasn’t the only one who persecuted my lessons, she always caught my eye and right. Her body was truly flawless, she had a few big breasts, a slim belly, a pretty catchy butt and beautiful, firm thighs that she was particularly showing thanks to her hot pants. You realized that she was doing sports, she was probably in some dance course, as I had noticed. When I looked at Songül, I regret not teaching more often in this class.
She was Kurdin or Turkish, I wasn’t quite sure, but I was typing on the latter.
Not that I would be important to me, I am very impartial, but it gave her that certain something, just something exotic and I actually had a weakness for her dark eyes and the chestnut -colored, slightly curly hair. She was always polite and one of the best students in the class, which, however, in a blatant contrast to the status of what you hear on the corridors, where you can get a lot from the talks of the students. You had a reputation as ..
Well, as a bitch. She celebrated a lot, trib with questionable people and also seemed to whore, which was snapped up and that it has often been open my imagination. I have often caught my way in the classroom, as my look stuck in her excerpt for too long, as I came up with when I was looking at her butt when she was standing on the board, which I shouldn’t have as your teacher. And the worst thing was: she knew it.
Of course she knew!
When I look into the neckline unabashedly while she reads her attachment and I put on red when she looks briefly and noticed my eyes and if she only puts on a nice smile, then she had already noticed that I was cool on her. But she could blame me? One day she came in the mini skirt, the other in hot pants, she almost always wore and I knew that I wasn’t the only one at this school that licked her fingers after her. Today she was only wearing a white hot pants and a banging spaghettitop that almost brought me to my mind.
“I gave you homework last week. Would someone like to perform it?“, I asked the class after the first hour was over and I was demotivated to continue to perform political schemes on the board, who are not interested here anyway.
A murmur went through the class and almost reluctantly the students unpacked their demolished and tattered folders.
Songül had already spread everything neatly on the table and I just thought: my good song! A real glimmer of hope for my motivation as a teacher and of course not only in relation to their diligence and order. I smiled at her and said: “Songle, left out what you wrote!“She smiled at me and after the Geraschel had calmed down in the class, she began to read. It was about the European Parliament and the choice of their MPs and the homework were just as dry as the whole topic and nobody really listened to her.
Although she had done her job really well, I also had to admit, soon lost the concentration or rather said: to have shifted to her smooth, bare legs.
Songle had overturned the legs under the table and her delicate foot, which was in a black chuck by Converse, bobbed back and forth, she was probably a bit nervous about reading aloud. As I admired her erotic legs, I suddenly thought: I want to lick her. You the cunt Bonern until she screams with lust.
I pushed these thoughts aside when I noticed that mine tail suddenly became a hardness of the bone.
I bit on my lip, tried to think desperately, looked at me in the class to paint on the students, who behaved calmly but were overwhelmed by the vast majority, on their blocks (or the tables) orbut sent SMS. I was able to drive away my thoughts for a moment, but Songül’s deep neckline almost burst my pants. I got hot and I knew that I couldn’t get the crossbar away, but it was also not possible for an hour to sit at the teacher desk for an hour.
So I slipped nervously on my chair and when song had ended her lecture and looked at me expectantly, I only said: “That was great, Songül! Very good!“I had no idea what she had read out because I hadn’t listened to her.
Because of this fact, I even had a pretty bad conscience, since politics and the economy was their weakness, provided you can speak of a 3. But all of my thoughts were with this murder slat, which almost blew up the zip of my pants.
“Um, so hit page 211 in your book. Read up to page 215 and do the tasks up to 4.“Without giving the students more instructions and in the knowledge that chaos breaks out, when I go, I got up and hurried out of the room and tried to hide the bump in my pants with the hand as inconspicuously as possible.
When I left the classroom and hurriedly walked the hallway towards the toilet, I had to exhale in relief to finally escape this dangerous situation.
For this stroke of genius, I would have loved to go to my shoulder appreciatively myself. I entered the men’s toilet, a typical school toilet, in which apart from the holiday season it seems to always go to faeces and cigarette smoke. I entered one of the rather spacious, closed cabins, closed the door, pulled my pants down, sat down on the toilet glasses and started hastily jerk off. I just couldn’t help it, I was so horny that it was a real agony.
In my mind’s eye I saw songs, her plump tits and her ass, I imagined how I pushed my cock into her tight asshole, she really hard … “Mr. Blüm?”
I shouted up. I was so in thought that I hadn’t even heard the creaking of the heavy door. “Mr. Blüm, I wanted to ask if everything was fine.“It was Songül, she seemed to be in the door and I just accepted on the basis of her voice that she shyly peeked into the men’s toilet, although I was almost certain that she wasn’t the first time was on a public toilet where she actually had nothing to look for.
For a short moment I thought about just not to say anything until she went, but worrying in her voice actually seemed sincerely and I answered so much: “Um.. E-es is all okay, songül. I am only a bit um … uncomfortable.“As quietly as possible, careful that you didn’t even hear the jingle of my belt, I instinctively tried to pull my pants back up, which I only succeeded in a limited extent.
“Are you sure? They were just bright red and I saw the bump in their pants.“Now I had a lump in my throat, let go of my pants and with a rustle she was back with my ankles. She had seen my stand … I saw the blasphemy of the students and teachers in front of my eyes. I will have to change school, definitely definitely. “Mr. Blüm ..
I can do you a little ..?“I heard how she came closer, now stood right in front of the toilet door and the heavy door behind her fell closed. My heart beat to his neck and my cock pulsed so strongly that he trembled.
Slowly, very slowly and quasi how remotely controlled, I stretched out my hand and opened the cabin door.
With a clack, the red SC *** dichen switched to the green and at lightning speed slipped into the cabin. Smiling, she leaned against the door, closed her and looked at me as I was sitting in front of her with down pants, my stand and my speechless look in front of her. What did I do?, I wondered. But my inner monologue was interrupted when Songül suddenly put himself on my lap and kissed me.
I was actually a bit paralyzed, the situation was probably a little too much for me and the word kissing is probably a little too mildly expressed. What she was doing with my mouth and tongue was more of a foreplay, a pretty horny even and her hand rubbed my cock all gently, as if she had guessed that a movement of her juice would distribute my juice in the whole cabin.
“Don’t be so shy. I know that they want me.“, She whispered my ear and bit me in my earlobe.
Slowly I thawed, my hands wandered along her body, massaged her full buttocks before I worked very carefully into her breasts. Almost euphorically I finally grabbed, kneaded her tits firmly, weighed in her hands and just couldn’t do any other way than to bury my face in her neckline fragrant.
This fracture of taboo, to deal with my student and these firm, tight tits in hand, let me explode soon with lust, how often I had thought of her at night when I was in my young apartment and masturbated? And finally I have it, I feel it!
“I want a blow to you.“, She breathed in my auricle and gently lifted my head out of her neckline before she got off my lap. I looked at her excitedly with soft knees and shaky hands. Songle does not knelt to the ground, which was understandable with all the dirt, but positioned himself in front of me, her whipped ass stretched in the air and leaned in the direction of my step with a smile.
She took my penis gently rubbed my penis and jerked it a little, my glans was only a few centimeters away from her mouth and I could already feel her hot breath. I sat impatiently on the toilet wide -legged and could not help myself a happy sigh, as a song after these moments of the excruciating expectation finally circles my egg with her soft tongue and fully puts her full lips around my glans. The moist heat of her mouth and her skillful tongue, which bonert the tail tip, was nothing compared to what she did next. I was unsuspecting on the toilet, enjoying the relaxed massage Her wet tongue when she started to suck on my cock and at the same time push it deeper into her mouth.
She had closed her eyes, seemed very concentrated and pushed it even deeper into her mouth until my cock had disappeared half. It should be mentioned that I was quite well, even if it was not above average and actually thought that he would not go deeper, so I didn’t expect anything more.
But Songül continued to lower her head until she put the tip of the nose in my pubic hair. She had my cock to the shaft in her mouth! This fact, together with this unique feeling, which offered the moist tightness of her throat, let me raise all willpower not to get rid of it immediately.
She discovered the mixture of lust and surprise in my eyes and noticed how I sucked my feet restlessly. Slowly she pulled my cock out of her neck and said softly: “Just spray off when you are ready.“She winked at me and got to work again, took my cock back into her mouth and now drove up and down with her head, accompanied by her gentle sucking. She was a greedy cock sucker and also very experienced, with a subtle smacking and groaning she satisfied me here, on the greasy school toilet with her mouth. Occasionally swallowed songs my cock almost completely and enjoyed my eggs with relish, which I thanked her with a satisfied hum.
She just didn’t seem to have a gag, the moment when my cock had disappeared in her neck for the first time, seemed physically so impossible and yet she now gave me a satisfaction that was almost indescribable. As she sucked my cock, I longed for her big tits, who bobbled back and forth with everyone up and down her head. My hand cleverly slid into her top under her bra, where I reached her bare breasts and played with her stiff nipples. I would have loved to unpacked her and sucked on it and licked it, but I was reluctant to interrupt this quickie, which she was preparing here,.
I felt how her sucking slowly became firmer, which always gave me a pleasant feeling that drove my back down.
“Blow him closer, you bitch.“I said and reached into her hair, which I stated the rhythm. I was half in ecstasy with lust, song was just incredible. With a roughness that she not only liked to be resistant, but that she seemed to please her with both hands based on her moaning and increasing greed for blowing, her head, her horny mouth cunt with both hands.
My sperm Already bubbled in my eggs, I could hardly hold it back. Songle seemed to feel it, maybe she tasted the first drops? Anyway, she saw me without hers Blowjob To interrupt, knowingly and gave me a simple sign by nodding slightly.
“Song … Ah yes!“Now there was no stopping, accompanied by her firm sucking, I pushed her head down quite briskly when I poured panting.
Wave around shaft I pumped my seed in her throat, I appreciated that I was sure to splash six times. My mouth bitch swallowed without any problems and without choking, yes it even stroked my thighs and sucked further, albeit significantly less, further. I stood on my forehead, I slipped my feet on the floor and pressed the last loads into her mouth. “Sip everything!“, I sniffed.
It was only when she was sure that she really sucked the last drop out of my eggs that she released my cock and again I was amazed at the sight when my long bar left her mouth and just thought: Incredible.
She looked at me breathlessly and grinned. Songül looked a little taken away, her hair was crushed, her make -up got a little because she had some tears in her eyes, apparently I was a bit too rough, even though she did not make her institutions that would have bothered her. “That was a lot, Mr. Blüm.“, She said and sighed. I pulled my pants up without a word and looked at the clock: the class had been unattended for fifteen minutes! I looked at Songül who took a make-up mirror out of my pocket and straightened up my hair again.
She noticed my gaze and smiled at me. “Mr. Blüm? We will write work next week and I’m already so busy with math ..?“It was immediately clear to me what she wanted, I sighed and nodded only hastily. “We have to go back to the class. We see how we do that with work.“In unimportant I pinched her in her buttocks, which she answered with a cute giggle.
We carefully left the toilet and returned to the classroom, where as expected the total chaos prevailed. Nobody seemed to have sheared where I or songs had been stuck for so long, or whether people had even noticed that we were gone. Songle was sitting in her place again and winking at me. Until their departure, there was a quiet arranger between us in terms of their exams.
She left the school as best class, probably also because her cut was saved by the good politician grade ..
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