Nastya gets a lesson

Somehow, having sat through the end of the lesson, Nastya gathered her courage and, squeezing her vaginal muscles with all her might, rushed to the gym. Finding the girls' locker room, she timidly knocked on the door.

“Come in, it’s unlocked,” a familiar voice said from behind the door. Nastya pushed the door and saw Melissa, dressed in a tight T-shirt and a short yellow skirt. An African-American woman was reclining on a bench, leaning against the wall and widely spaced her long black legs shod in sneakers. Kneeling between them was a white girl wearing a short cheerleader skirt. Now the skirt was pulled up, exposing a strong ass, between the rounded hemispheres of which a thread of red thong was lost. Long legs in sneakers impatiently stepped across the floor, a light ponytail moved rhythmically between black thighs. Here Melissa groaned, her fingers convulsively clutching at the blond hair, and her thighs clenched tightly, pressing the white girl. Relaxing, Melissa leaned back, smiling blissfully.

The kneeling girl rose, licking Melissa's secretions from the corners of her lips and turning to the door. Fear flickered in her blue eyes at the sight of Nastya. The teacher herself was no less dumbfounded when she recognized Judy Cartwright, the first beauty of the college, the captain of the school cheerleading team, and also the daughter of the mayor of the city.

"Don't be afraid of Judy," Melissa said lazily. A mocking smile played on her lips, it seemed that this situation amused her - Nastya is with us, she just did not quite understand it yet.

Judy's frightened expression was replaced by a conspiratorial smile. Leaning down, she kissed Melissa passionately on the lips, then, shaking her hips, she went to the exit. Passing by Nastya, she casually ran her hand along her ass and the Russian girl shied away in fright. Judy laughed, and her deep, depraved laugh lingered outside the door for a long time.

“Does something surprise you,” Melissa said, raising her eyebrow, “do you think it’s wrong that the fan after the match decided to thank me for the excellent game?”

• No ... that is, yes, - Nastya spoke confusedly, - that is, you know better.

“Exactly,” Melissa said contentedly, “you are already starting to understand something. What do you have there? - she nodded at the essay, which Nastya held in her hands. The teacher handed the sheets to the African-American woman. Melissa's eyebrows went up when she saw the grade.

-So-so, - Melissa carefully looked at Nastya, - this is something new. Did you give me a high grade so I wouldn't make you sleep with an alligator between your legs?

• No, - swallowing, said Nastya, although the thought of the prospect outlined by Melissa horrified her, - no, I put it because you wrote well. Wrong, but good ... - she squeezed out of herself - interesting to read.

For a while, Melissa looked incredulously Nastya , then a wide smile spread across her face.

“And you’re not lying now,” she said contentedly, “you really liked it.

Melissa casually tossed the papers aside and lithely, like a huge cat, rose to her feet.

"Let's take a shower," she said.

The shower room turned out to be nearby - through the door from the locker room, here, in the adjacent room, there was also a toilet. Melissa pushed Nastya into one of his booths.

“No, don’t sit down,” Melissa commanded, seeing that Nastya wants to sit down on the toilet seat, “spread your legs.” And pull up your skirt.

Nastya obediently did what she was told, and yet her chest sank involuntarily when she saw that Melissa was holding a knife. Nastya bit her lip to keep from crying out as the African American ran the flat side of the blade across her thigh.

• Do you understand, - asked Melissa, - that you should obey? Do you still need panties?

• No, - Nastya said in a trembling voice, - they are not needed at all.

The steel went over her thigh once more, then stopped as if hitting some kind of obstacle and suddenly disappeared. A moment later, the teacher felt her panties slide down her legs to the floor. Immediately, black fingers burst into Nastya's crotch, trying to grab the egg, while Melissa's other hand gently pressed on her lower abdomen. After a few terrible moments, during which it seemed to Nastya that her entire bottom was being torn apart, she felt incredible relief. The heaviness in the groin, which at the end of the day became completely unbearable, suddenly disappeared.

• Well, - Melissa, smiling, shook an egg covered with mucus in her palm in front of Nastya's eyes, - she gave birth. Needless to say, I'm on time.

The African-American woman brought the egg to her lips, whispering something over it, then lightly tapped it with her fingers in several places. In response, a soft crack was heard and Nastya saw a thin, winding line appear on the white surface. Before her eyes, the egg cracked and in the palm of Melissa, wriggling and throwing off the remnants of the shell, was a small alligator.

“I told you,” the African-American woman shook her finger over the predatory small mouth, “they are already born like that.

The cub raised its head and made a whimpering sound.

“He doesn’t seem to like it in my palm,” Melissa smiled, “he wants to go back to where it’s warm and humid.

She sat down and Nastya froze when the hand with the small crocodile slid between her still spread legs. For a few terrible moments, the girl waited for sharp teeth to cling to her flesh, then she heard a soft splash, and then the sound of running water.

Melissa smiled into Nastya's frightened face.

• Have you heard about the alligators in the sewers? she asked.

• Yes, - Nastya nodded, - but this is a tale.

• Tale! - Melissa laughed, - hell, no! They live where it is warm and dirty, devouring rats and worms until they want softer meat. Then they go upstairs, waiting for one such a white chick to put her pretty ass on the toilet. And…up!

The Russian teacher squealed loudly as sharp nails dug into her buttocks. The African-American woman laughed and, rising to her feet, wiped her fingers on Nastya's hair.

• You still came to school in panties, - she said sternly, - and should be punished!

She grabbed Nastya by the hair and bent her over the toilet with.

“Count,” she ordered, raising her hand. Nastya squealed as a heavy hand landed on her long-suffering ass.

-O-one! T-t-two! T-three!!! - the Russian girl squealed. When she counted fifty strokes and her butt was burning like a poppy light, Melissa stopped spanking.

"Let's take a shower," she said. They entered the shower room, where Melissa quickly undressed. But when Nastya tried to do the same, she was stopped by a sharp cry.

-Not! Stay like this!

Turning on the water, Nastya almost immediately got wet through. On her knees, her blouse and skirt sticking to her body, she lathered Melissa's chocolate body. She stood with her hands behind her head and closed her eyes, murmuring something under her breath, leaving Nastya to stroke her luxurious chest, flat stomach and long legs, getting excited from touching this muscular black flesh.

When Nastya washed off the soap suds, Melissa opened her eyes and pointed to the floor.

“Kiss!” she said simply.

Nastya obediently knelt down, reverently touching black fingers with her lips. With pleasure, she rose higher and higher, kissing her feet, muscular calves, inner thighs, not taking her eyes off the black-and-scarlet flower oozing fragrant nectar between Melissa's legs. The black woman laughed and, grabbing the girl by the hair, pushed Nastya's head between her legs. Nastya licked and sucked, swallowing in a frenzy of salty juices, until Melissa, squeezing her head with her hips, poured right into her mouth.

Coming out of the shower and already dressed, Melissa mockingly examined the wet girl.

“You’ll go home like this,” she said, “it’s warm now. See you!

Nastya's blouse stuck to her body, outlining the swollen nipples, the wet skirt embossed covered the buttocks and pussy of the Russian beauty. The teacher shuddered with fear at the thought in what form she would go home. However, she did not dare to argue with Melissa - having hardly put on her shoes, she began to rise from the hall. After the conquered white **** flew the triumphant laughter of an African American girl.