He released his dick over his panties and ...

He released his dick over his panties and ...

- Just look at what they write!


Evgenia Vasilievna Kataeva, a teacher of Russian language and literature, as well as a headteacher, burst into the director's office, shaking her powerful chest. With energetic steps, she walked to the table at which the director was sitting and tossed a stack of double sheets onto the green cloth. The director looked up from his writing and looked sideways at the indignant teacher.


- What's wrong again, Evgenia Vasilievna?


- Well, take at least the composition of Vladimir Makarov.


She took the top sheet from the pile and, lifting up her proximity glasses on her short nose, began to read.


"I had a good summer this summer because I jerked off and kicked my own grandmother all the time." How does it feel? Read more?


The director leaned back in his chair and straightened his tired back.


- Interesting! Of course, read it! Well, not foul language.


Evgesha took a deep breath and continued reading.


- My father brought me to the village and immediately went back because he asked for leave from work only for half a day. My grandfather, Yegor Ivanovich, was fishing, and therefore my grandmother Akulina Karpovna took care of me. She pulled me to her and began to kiss me. And she kissed until I got up. “Oh!” Said the grandmother. - “You have a boner! Well, show me! " I was in shorts, so I didn't even have to unbutton my fly to show my grandmother a boner. I just stuck my cock out. "Yes!" - said the grandmother. - “A real boner! Well, get your head down! "


- What, is it written? The director asked listlessly. - Get a touch?


- Yes, that's what it says.


- Ok, read on.


He yawned and set to work on his papers.


- I poked my head and showed my grandmother a gray, like prune head. She stretched out her hand as if she wanted to stroke her, but then the grandfather came from fishing with fishing rods and a whole heap of fresh fish on the kukan. “Oh, Vovka has arrived!” Yegor Ivanovich rejoiced. - "Now let's go to the bathhouse, and you, Akulka, fire the fish!" I washed in Moscow the day before but did not refuse to go to the bathhouse with my grandfather. And for good reason!


- There, then, probably a homosexual act between an old pervert and a young man? - said the director. - I think you can skip it.


Evgesha carefully looked at the sheet.


- Not really.


- Then read it.


- I was embarrassed to look at the naked grandfather in the dressing room, but when he took off his pants, I saw that he also had a boner, and I felt good and not ashamed.


- Before you take a steam bath, - said the grandfather, taking hold of a member with a calloused hand of a rural proletarian. - You need to jerk off, otherwise you will catch on the stove.


The grandfather was bald and gray-haired, and his hair around the boner was also gray. We sat on benches and jerked off, looking at each other. “Well, who will finish first?”, Shouted the grandfather and began to jerk off furiously. We had to catch up, and we lowered at the same time. My grandfather turned very red, and I poured cold water on him from a bucket. Then Yegor Ivanovich lit the stove and we began to steam and wash. Then my grandfather grabbed a birch broom, put me on the bench, and began to soar, but not over my back, but over my stomach and balls, and I got up again. Got up and at the grandfather's, and we again lowered it once. Oh, how good it is!


- Good boy! - said the director. - For half an hour to finish twice - it's worth a lot.


- I read on! - with a threat in her voice said Evgesha and continued:


- While we were steaming, washing, and jerking off, grandmother Akulina Karpovna fried fresh fish. It was a hot day, and she was wearing one apron over her naked body. When she turned sideways, I saw her huge white breasts under the apron, and when backward, then her wide white ass.


“Yes,” said the director. - Summer turned out to be hot. Please continue.


- We ate the fish, and my grandmother watched us eat. She took off her apron and sat with her huge breasts on the table.


“I somehow don’t believe it,” the director said thoughtfully. - A Soviet woman, a collective farmer, and sits in front of two men, putting her breasts on the tabletop ...


- Well, why! - Evgenia Vasilievna objected too hotly. - I also sit like that when it's hot. I can illustrate ...


- I ask you to! "Take your quick pencil, draw, Orlovsky, night and I'll shoot!"


- That's it! - said the headteacher, coming very close to the director. - Unzip the zipper!


Evgesha turned her back, and the director zipped up her gray dress, which, as if alive, slid to the floor from the teacher's sloping shoulders. The lace of the combination appeared, and under it were revealed the wide, like parachute straps of the bra.


- Continue? - the headteacher asked with a breath.


- Yes, - the director answered with a breath. - I'll write you a bonus. Quarterly.


“So the block seems to have passed,” Evgenia Vasilyevna said thoughtfully, pulling the combination that was sticking to her body over her head.


- Nothing, when the next one will be, then I will write it out. What do we have there next?


- Next we have a bra, - explained the headteacher. - In our retail network you can find something for my bust size.


- And what is yours?


- I do not know. Large.


- I see.


“Since my youth, I've been sewing bras myself,” the teacher explained. - Therefore, I put the hooks in the front. It's very convenient to unbutton, you know ...


She unbuttoned three hooks, and two creamy fleshy mountains with small pink papillae lazily climbed out to freedom. The headteacher pushed a chair close to the director's table and sat down, placing her breasts on the tabletop.


- See? Lie! - Yevgesha said in a triumphant tone.


- What do we have next? - asked the director, unzipping his trousers.


- Next, we have cowards! - the headteacher said with even greater breadth.


- No, I mean the composition.


- Ah, - Evgenia Vasilievna drawled in disappointment. - Next is what:


“We ate fish, and the grandfather said:“ Get up with cancer, Akulka, I’ll tear you up. Grandmother jumped up and stood with cancer, showing lips thick as chunks of meat, overgrown with thick gray hair. My grandfather winked at me and said: “Young people are dear to us everywhere. It’s not worth it for me yet, let my granddaughter loot you ”. “Why isn't it worth it?” Grandmother asked suspiciously, spreading her lips all the way. - “Always stood, but now it’s not worth it! Are you running to the side, old tree stump? " “On the river, the girls were swimming naked,” Yegor Ivanovich explained nonchalantly. - So I went downhill. So let your granddaughter cure you. " “Yes, let it!”, - said Akulina Karpovna. "It won't make me lose it, but the practice is for him."


Not so much 

just to tear up my own grandmother, if she has a hole there, like the passage under the Avtozavodsky bridge, but I tried because the Olympic principle says: "Faster, higher, stronger!" Above, my grandmother had a butt hole, but I did it stronger and faster.


While the headteacher was reading these lines, the director took off and hung on the back of a chair a jacket, tie, snow-white nylon shirt, trousers, T-shirt, remaining in black satin shorts, in which half of the male population of the Union wore. Because the other half wore blue satin panties. Then the director returned to the table, released his penis over his panties, and with the help of his hand gave him a position strictly at forty-five degrees in relation to the curly pubis.


“Sometimes it seems to me,” Yevgesha remarked philosophically. - That school principal, as tribal chiefs, are appointed by member size.


- And the headteacher - according to the size of the breasts, - the director steamed. - Whoever has more is the headteacher.


- Are there many more? He asked, nodding at the piece of paper.


- Oh, a sheer trifle! - said Evgesha, pulling off her panties with lace at the edges:


- When I left my grandmother, it was flowing from her, like from a spring. My grandfather replaced me, and then we did it every day. That's why I enjoyed this summer.


The last words sounded muffled because the headteacher stood holding the chair with both hands. The director immediately settled in behind and started working with the teaching staff. At that moment, the door opened slightly, and a boyish voice asked:


- Is Evgenia Vasilievna here?


- Here, here! - answered Evgesha from under the director. - Don't you see, we're a little busy. Come back later!


The door slammed shut, and the headteacher decided to clarify:


- So what about the prize?


- I don’t know for sure, but if the funds are allocated, you will have a prize.


- I signed up for Helga, so it would be a pity if ...

• • •

After a while, dressing, Evgenia Vasilievna asked:


- And what should I put this Makarov? Deuce?


“You don’t need a bad mark,” replied the director, straightening his tie. - Give an A, but I don't recommend reading in front of the class. To avoid...


“All the same, we need to strengthen educational work among high school students,” the director said to the headteacher when they left on a warm autumn evening. - No further than yesterday I left school, and under the bush four legs move. What good, they will still give birth!


- Under the bush? - gasped Evgesha. - So romantic! Maybe it’s warm for us too?