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A New Player
A Strange Interview
The titles I use are: a chapter, a sub-chapter, and a section.
I wrote this story in response to an email, copied below. Be warned, this a new genre for me, plus it’s about a part of the world, culture, and country I have never visited. I have tried to write this in the style of English as a Second Language to match the requester’s style. So apologies for any errors. This is the second variation on this theme.
hello, i am Cathy 25 y.o. girl, longhaired blonde, petite, 52kg 168cm, I study university for teachers, 2 years ago i was on my practice in school and teached 2 month young boys about 15 years old. Now i meet them in dance club, they are about 17 and horny. i have fantasy about they persuade me to show them my tits and then jerk their cocks, i think 2 boys i let them fuck me. could you write story with my theme???
My name is Katerina Molotov, I teach high school. Stand 1.65 metres tall, fair skin, slim, athletic build, 34-24-28 with C cup breasts, long blond hair that reaches my bottom, light blue eyes, pretty face. My legs are a little longer than average for my height. My breasts are not big, but they are bigger than average for my frame, and are very perky. The men and boys find their solid, conical shape irresistible. I like the attention, so I often wear half bras that finish just below my nipples, with thin cotton tops. The result is my firm breasts stand up, and are noticed with my stand-out nipples making it clear there is only the one cotton layer between the air and my skin. I keep fit by running and gymnastics.
Two years ago I was doing my final year of studies to be a teacher at the university in Kiev. Part of the studies is to attend a school to watch experienced teachers at work, and teach classes under their direction. This is called work experience and in-class assessment. My teacher will observe me in the classroom, and rate my performance at the end of this time, as will the experienced teacher I work with.
For my work experience I am sent to a school halfway across the city. This school is like most of the government schools, a mix of boys and girls. For four weeks I work at the school two days a week, Tuesday and Thursday, just watching the experienced teacher. This is followed by eight weeks working three days a week, Monday, Wednesday, and Friday; preparing lessons in the morning and teaching classes in the afternoon. It is fun work I like. I love being the centre of attention.
The first day I was at the school I was introduced to the experienced teacher, and he told me to wait until the class were all seated before entering the classroom. The first class was of fifteen year old students, and I had all their eyes on me as I walked into the room. By the time I was standing in the middle of the room and being introduced I could see all the boys had erections. After being introduced I took off my warm coat, it was a very cold day, and placed it on a coat hook on the back of the door. Walking over to the chair the teacher had set aside for me I noticed most of the boys now had damp patches on their pants instead of erections. Some of the girls were squirming in their seats, too. I was very touched and excited knowing I had done that.
The time at the school was very good. All the boys and male teachers tried to get me to go out with them, and so did many of the girls. But it is not allowed for teaching staff to date students, and none of the teachers interested me as much as did most of the students. All the students were fit, very fit; the boys were real hunks and the girls were very sexy. Physical fitness was a major thing in this school, as many students from this school went into military service. It was a way out of the poor areas of the city in which they lived.
If it was not for the rules I would have dated several of the students. But, alas, that was not to be - then.
After graduating as a teacher I had to teach at a school on the other side of Kiev for two years. After that I was sent to teach at a school very close to where I did my student teaching, in the same poor housing sector of Kiev. I moved into an apartment near the school. There were few decent recreational facilities nearby. But I did not know this for some time. For the first few months I was very busy settling into my new school work and my apartment.
My students are the average mix of high-school students; some low achievers, some high achievers, some slobs, some hunks, even some nice looking girls (some are very tempting). But no matter how tempting nothing happens with students, it is not worth the risks. What a pity.
We were coming up to the mid-semester break, a week of holidays and no students. I decided I would have some fun and go dancing. By then I had met some of my neighbours, so I asked them about night clubs and dancing. Tanya, the girl in the apartment below mine, tells me there is only one club worth going to for several kilometres around us, so we make a date to go on Friday night.
We arrive at the club, and the entrance fee is reasonable, because this is not a rich neighbourhood. Inside the club is average in appearance and fittings. However, the music is loud enough to dance to on the floor and still able to hear each other speak. The tables and chairs are real comfortable, a bit worn, but OK. The staff are quick and not friendly, just very busy. It could do with half as many staff again.
I am still looking around the club when a voice says in my ear, “Hello teach, want to dance.”
Turning around I see one of my old students from my student teacher days, Uri. He is changed a little, grown a bit taller, and better dressed than he used to be. Standing, I let him lead me onto the dance floor. Returning to the table we find his best friend, Valentine, talking to Tanya. For the next few hours we have a good time dancing with the boys, and letting them buy us drinks.
Both are wearing very tight clothes, as is the current fashion for boys their age, so it is easy to see their true bodies. Uri is 1.70 metres tall, light brown hair, cut short, well-muscled but not over muscled like the competition body builders are, light olive skin, fair to look at; not really handsome but not far off it. His dick is about 65 millimetres wide and 250 millimetres long when erect. Valentine is 1.75 metres tall, fair hair, cut short, well-muscled but not as well muscled as Uri, very fair skin, very good to look at, extremely handsome and a real pretty boy. His dick is 75 millimetres wide and 225 millimetres long when erect. Some of this I found out later, because they did not have their dicks out for display at the club, but the very tight clothes indicated very close dimensions since they had erections, and it was all very noticeable.
About a quarter to midnight Tanya excuses herself to go home, saying she has to work tomorrow. I spend the next two hours dancing with the boys in turns. The numbers are slower now, and they spend a lot of time holding me close to them. So close I can feel their stiff dicks pushing against me through their clothes. How sweet, knowing I am doing that.
At 2:30 a.m. on Saturday morning, the club stops serving drinks and the staff tells us all to go home.
When I leave with the boys Uri stops to talk to one of the bar staff. Money changes hands, and he joins us with two bottles of vodka. Looking at me, he says, “Want to continue the party at my place?”
I have no work for a week, so why not. I smile, and let him lead me to his place.
When we reach Uri’s apartment I am surprised to see Valentine follow us in. Uri says, “We are flat mates. He lives here as well.” The apartment is neat; several items of furniture are covered with blankets, so I cannot see what they look like. The lounge and chairs look new and very expensive.
While Uri pours some drinks Valentine puts some music on, turned low. After a few sips of my drink Uri asks me to dance. We do a slow number with him holding my bum cheeks tight while he pushes me into him. I can feel his hard, stiff dick pressing against me, it feels nice.
Valentine changes the record, and Uri lets go of me, saying, “Teach us how well you can do a strip tease.” I look at him with surprise. He grins, sternly saying, “Dance while you strip for us.” I look at Valentine, and he is leering at me, so is Uri. Gulping, I start to sway to the rhythm, I like the attention, but am getting concerned with their attitude, and am now worried, because either could easily force me to do almost anything, since they are bigger and stronger. So I decide to humour them and not get hurt. Slowly I undo the buttons of my dress.
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