But the stubborn and at the same time diligent student continued to research and correct errors in topics,

which seemed to be deliberately among the most difficult ones.

And Elena Vasilyevna watched him with interest and even a certain affection. She liked this persistent and at the same time attractive guy with a good figure.

Sometimes she deliberately nitpicked any little thing or gave him tasks difficult for him to complete, in order to send him back with the material or make him stay even longer. The teacher, of course, tried to drive various thoughts concerning him out of her head and occupy herself with something else, but it didn't always work.

Lately, this guy had completely stopped leaving Elena Vasilyevna's head, especially since she hadn't had anyone for a long time. Even though she was looking at her papers, his face still stood before her eyes. Closing her eyes, the teacher imagined the student's figure, let her gaze travel down it. Went over the neck and shoulders, descended to the butt, legs...

At that moment, she shook her head and opened her eyes. Vitya was already standing in front of her desk, holding scribbled sheets in his hands.

***

— For this, I cannot give you a pass.

— Come on, Elena Vasilyevna, give me another chance.

— What else can I offer you if you can't even handle such elementary things well?

— Please, I might not be transferred to the next course.

The teacher wanted to finish and leave as soon as possible, despite the pitiful eyes and pleas, but her gaze again traveled over the guy's figure, she froze in indecision for a couple of seconds and made up her mind.

— Alright, you can do something. For starters, here – lock the door.

Vitya first looked at the woman in bewilderment, but then hurried to fulfill the request. After returning, he stood opposite the desk, waiting for further demands.

— And now... undress," she said with a barely perceptible tremor in her voice.

— Um... what, sorry?

— I'm sorry, I misspoke." – The teacher got flustered, blushing, and switched to the formal "you." – "You may go.

— But what about the pass?

— What corrections and especially a pass could there be? With such knowledge? So you may go.

— No, no, wait.

Vitya took off his shirt and started pulling his T-shirt off. Elena Vasilyevna watched his actions spellbound. And he was already unbuckling his belt.

— Alright, and now come here, please.

Vitya approached and her face ended up just a couple of centimeters from his fly. Not wasting time, Elena Vasilyevna began unbuttoning his trousers, not forgetting to explore the guy's body.

Pulling them down immediately along with his underwear, she took his cock in her warm hand and began to gently stroke it. Elena Vasilyevna extended her other hand to caress his balls. Tilting her head, she kissed the tip of the erect organ, then took it into her mouth, engaging her lips and tongue as well. A quiet moan from the guy was heard. Getting into the rhythm, she didn't immediately notice that he was already on the edge and with difficulty stopped herself to not let him finish so quickly.

— And how often will I have to do this and get a pass?" asked Vitya, with an impatient tremor and a hint of hope in his voice.

— Not often, of course. But a couple of extra sessions this week and possibly next wouldn't hurt you. Preferably at my place, so I can help you. If you can find the time...

— Yes, I could...

Not letting him finish the sentence, she pulled him to herself.

Elena Vasilyevna that day did not miss the opportunity to wear a new and quite short pleated skirt and high-heeled stiletto boots, emphasizing her slender long legs. She also adored stockings with lace tops. All this could not help but attract the attention of the audience, the envy of some female students, and the displeasure of some colleagues. And now, placing a hand on the teacher's firm thigh, Vitya began to stroke the nylon of the black stockings.

Naturally, stroking didn't end the matter. His hand continued moving to that very place where the legs began. The skirt wasn't a big obstacle and easily allowed his hand access to the lace panties. Penetrating under the panties and pulling them down, Vitya began to stroke her pussy with his fingertip, press on her clitoris, thereby increasing her arousal. The teacher tossed her long ash-colored hair and threw her head back.

And the guy, placing his other palm on her firm breasts, began to knead them through the thin fabric of her blouse, not forgetting to stroke her pussy, spreading the labia and penetrating deep into her vagina with his fingers. Wanting more, he pressed his lips to hers, lightly biting them, moved to her eyes, cheekbones, neck. Hastily just unbuttoning her blouse, he put his hands behind her back and began to unfasten her bra. When he finally managed to do it, two beautiful breasts with small nipples and dark areolas around them tumbled out into the light. While his hands moved to Elena Vasilyevna's stomach and back, caressing them, Vitya took hold of her nipples, licking and pulling each of them with his lips. Finally burying his face in the cleavage between her breasts, he went under her skirt again.

But the teacher got up from her seat and moved to the edge of the desk, hiked up her skirt, lowered her palm down and opened her slit. With the other, she beckoned him to herself.

Coming closer and crouching down, Vitya ran his tongue between her legs, pressing his face tightly against her vagina, then began to act more actively. Elena Vasilyevna breathed deeply, moaning softly and stroking the guy's head. And suddenly she squeezed his head tightly with her thighs, struggling to hold back from moaning loudly.

Only at the very end did she unclench her legs, allowing him to stand up. Standing opposite his teacher, Vitya spread her legs and began to rub his cock against her pussy. She, half-lying on her back and holding onto the desk behind her with half-bent arms, threw her legs over his shoulders.

— Enter me already, quickly!

And he entered. Immediately, he was enveloped by the pleasant warmth of her tight pussy. The ride began. It sped up, then slowed down. Elena Vasilyevna simply moaned, closing her eyes and caressing her own nipples. When her legs had already slid down, she immediately wrapped her heels around him from behind, sharply pulling him to herself. His cock entered the wet opening even deeper. The teacher moaned, her breasts swaying in time with the thrusts.

When at one moment Vitya's cock, all shiny from secretions, accidentally slipped out of her, Elena Vasilyevna stood up and, with a gesture stopping her student and turning her back to him, lay chest-down on the desk so that her butt was on the edge. Vitya inserted his cock into his teacher again and continued pounding her pussy.

— Oh, baby! Keep going, just like that! Fuck me good, my boy! Fuck your teacher good and proper!

Her vagina was very wet and hot and Vitya wanted to stay there as long as possible. But after about six minutes, he felt her slit begin to squeeze his cock tighter, and she began to breathe heavier and moan.

— Should I stop?

— No, no. I'm going to cummmmm!!!!

They came almost simultaneously – first Elena Vasilyevna, and then her young lover. He released everything right into her, feeling every convulsive twitch of hers.

When they finally finished, Vitya quickly pulled on his pants and outer clothing, then helped the teacher fasten her bra and blouse, as her hands were trembling. But he didn't want to return the panties, asking her to give them to him as a trophy.

They left the classroom together and Vitya escorted his teacher all the way home.

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