not something to resist. Therefore, Marinochka with the doom of a slave submitted to inevitable punishment. However, the bowl of humiliation has not yet been drunk to the end, the student, apparently not enjoying enough of the opening views of his teacher’s intimate places, ordered:

- Marina Mikhailovna, place the legs wider.

Tangling from the horror and unreality of what is happening, Marinochka still managed to overcome herself, because this was required of her majesty by science, in whose name she went to such sacrifices. The teacher, stepping over her nice legs, spread them as wide as possible. She couldn’t do anything more - the elastic from the panties and the tights gathered into a harness slammed into the hips.

Marinochka closed her eyes and bit her sponge in anticipation of punishment. It seemed impossible to her, but she was sure that Anton would start slapping her right over a wet crack, releasing moisture over and over again. The punishment, of course, was fair, because she almost betrayed her pupil and his craving for knowledge. Well, now the turn of reckoning has come, and she will endure all that is prepared for her. That's just why she is waiting for slaps with disastrous delight, feeling the sinners approaching, terrible in their essence, but still pleasant in fact, the jolts inside?

And yet the teacher was not ready for what happened next. Her pupil suddenly sharply inserted her fingers, and not one, but not less than two feelings, and these fingers came in abruptly and immediately, which (alas, it had to be bitterly admitted) she provided herself because she flowed like the last rubbish. On top of that, Anton simply began to have her fingers as hard and fast as possible.

In the first moments Marinochka just froze in a stupor. Her eyes behind the glasses open in amazement, like the mouth in the silent question "For what?". It was painful and a little sweet, but she was unable to immediately realize that the student was just fucking her with her fingers, and she stood, meekly spreading her legs, bent in the back and, most importantly, without complaint, giving her own student the right to consider the whole process in all immoral details, like a slutty girl.

The wildness of what is being done with her body made her start. No, she did not dare to resist in order to slip off her fingers, or change her pose to at least a little less defiant and depraved, because Anton ordered from the very beginning not to move. So how could she prevent him from doing this dirty business? Marinochka did not allow herself to admit that it was not only the concern for assessments that led her inaction. After all, somewhere, driven into the depths of the subconscious, the thought struck that she wants to stand like a real whore, and obediently accept everything that her pupil wishes to drive into her ...

And yet she managed to collect the remnants of integrity, if she still existed in the current situation:

- What ... oh ... oh ... you ... s ... de ... uh ... uh ... barking ... uh ... esh?

Her breathing was stunned because her fingers were hard and often pierced deep into the flesh, her cheek crawled on the wall, and her plump lips were curling plaintively, but the teacher still hoped to stop the bawdy actions of her student.

“I am very upset, Marina Mikhailovna,” Anton’s voice was breathless. - This is for prevention, so that the next time you think when you want to interfere with my training.

Marinochka was not found to argue, the words were fair, and she understood that, as a faulty teacher, she completely deserved such an appeal. In addition, she began to absorb the terrible sensations: she suddenly realized that she could now end. "Not! Nooo! - mentally cried the teacher, shuddering with her whole body from the powerful shocks in the crotch. - Only not this!To end in such a position in the eyes of his pupil was a completely indecent act, blatant in his savagery. Marino bit her sponge before blood, squeezed her eyes, not paying attention that her thin-rimmed glasses slid onto the tip of her nose, and tried to somehow resist the approaching hurricane of sensations, ready to wipe the last pillars of morality. But it was impossible to resist, and the teacher screamed, wriggling convulsively on the fingers of her pupil, and besides, as if the woman who had lost the last crumbs of dignity, she herself tried to sit deeper, feeling the knuckles being imprinted in a delicate sensitive corner of the vagina.

Anton finally let her go, and Marinochka exhausted herself on the wall. She prayed that after she had finished her dissolute, at least he could not see her flushed cheeks, half-open mouth and rapidly heaving chest, although her trembling body should have clearly told the student that she was still in the grip of indecent feelings. As through the fog the teacher heard:

- I hope, Marina Mikhailovna, that when I come after classes, you will be in the proper form ... And by the way, you have not received your punishment yet, it was only prevention.

...

Marinochka felt terrible. Soon the end of the lessons, and Anton will come to pass the essay, to punish for errors in the pedagogical process and at the same time to check the presence of depraved underwear on it. And these circumstances and the fact that she had shamefully finished on his fingers a few hours ago made her blush or pale. How can she appear before the student in such a frank lingerie, as if a whore has lost all shame? How can the pupil look into the eyes after wriggling in front of him and screaming in orgasm? Everything else, the kit was too small. And if the stockings on slender legs looked even somewhere pretty, the bra hit in the chest, and transparent panties, which seemed to consist of only tapes, did not cover completely intimate places at all, painfully glaring at the tender folds. The most terrible thing was that the fabric rubbing against the lips of the lips, suddenly became a pleasure. Marinochka realized that she was beginning to flow again, although it was impossible, because she literally had just discharged as never before in her life.

When the last bell rang, the teacher froze at her desk in front of an empty classroom with her back straight and gently laid palms on her knees and began to wait for her pupil with the doom of the condemned to death. And only crimson cheeks betrayed a storm of feelings, raging inside.

Anton came in about 15 minutes, cheerful and a little agitated. He sat down at the first desk, a little diagonally from the teaching desk, and raised an eyebrow foolishly. Marinochka did not dare to look him in the eyes and started when her voice rang out:

- Well, what are you, Marina Mikhailovna? I came, all of myself yearning for knowledge, and you? ..

The teacher understood perfectly what was required of her. Despite the fact that she had recently writhing on the pupil’s fingers, it was too much for her to be brought into her depraved underwear for her good manners. Nevertheless, her most talented student was eager for knowledge, and this traction should be encouraged by any teacher who considered himself a teacher. Therefore, Marinochka overcame herself and went to the board. She was terrified at what was to be done, herself, under the pupil's mocking gaze. However, there was nowhere to go. If it was necessary to undress, so that Anton would continue to study for five, it means that it is necessary to appear before him in an indecent form of a whore.

And Marinochka took off her blouse and skirt. It was worse than being naked! She felt with horror how her big breasts swayed, squeezed in the captivity of a lecherous bra, as the sex lips crawled over the edges of tight panties. But most importantly, through her body, the interested gaze of her own student moves absolutely tangibly.Under this look, her nipples instantly hardened, bulging out of the fabric, despite the fact that she tightly wrapped elastic flesh, and when Anton's eyes dropped below, snatching the sight of the fabric of sexual lips sticking out of one strip of tissue, seeps out. A little more and it will flow on the inside of the thighs!

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