How to properly take an exam
– Well, you are absolutely unprepared for the exam! And this is the third time! What are we going to do, Sinichkina?
Sinichkina lowered her eyes and sighed sorrowfully, and her look indicated that she had no idea what to do. Fyodor Ivanovich also sighed. And what a punishment – to teach philosophy at an institute of culture! Silly little girls who came to study to become choreographers and singers, all dreaming of becoming stage stars. It's clear that philosophy is useless to them. But Fyodor Ivanovich held this opinion: if you want to get a diploma – be so kind as to conscientiously study all subjects without exception.
And he felt not the slightest bit sorry for this Sinichkina. All
semester she giggled and wiggled her behind, not listening to his lectures. Fyodor Ivanovich was a serious man, and also a bachelor, despite being forty. He was irritated by all these young ladies who came to classes almost half-naked – skirts more like belts, bras peeking out from under blouses, those strange trousers, far too tightly hugging the young bottoms of his students.Take this Sinichkina, for example: she came to the exam in a blouse with such a huge neckline that his gaze involuntarily kept stopping on the semicircles of her full breasts. And what kind of fashion is it to wear a black bra under a sheer blouse? And made of such thin lace that you could perfectly see her... nipples through it?!
Fyodor Ivanovich quickly lowered his gaze, so the student wouldn't notice he was looking at her breasts. But Sinichkina's outfit was even "better" lower down – the blouse was so short it left her navel exposed, and the girl seemed to have forgotten to wear a skirt altogether. Although, wait, that small piece of light fabric tightly hugging her hips, was probably her skirt?
Sinichkina, sitting opposite his desk, suddenly very slowly, as if in slow motion, crossed one leg over the other, and the teacher froze: the student wasn't wearing any underwear under her skirt. He clearly saw her pink labia! Or did he imagine it? Suddenly Fyodor Ivanovich felt hot. He forgot that he was just about to shamefully expel the student and, unexpectedly even to himself, said:
– Alright, Sinichkina, draw another ticket. I'm giving you one last chance.
Sinichkina smiled joyfully, fluttering her long eyelashes. Pulling out an exam ticket with her manicured fingers, she read aloud:
– Ticket number 10. "The sensory form of cognition and its necessity."
– Well, Sinichkina, what can you say about the sensory form of cognition? Huh? – Fyodor Ivanovich's voice was strict, but his thoughts were circling around the student's crotch. Panties or no panties?!
– The sensory form of cognition... – the student repeated thoughtfully, smoothing back a stray lock of her light hair with a graceful hand movement. – The sensory form...
She stood up and, swaying on her high heels, approached the seated Fyodor Ivanovich, standing so close that her bare navel and hips were right in front of his face. Fyodor Ivanovich thought he saw her genitals peeking out from under her skirt again. And he also smelled the intoxicating aroma of a young female body.
– Fyodor Ivanovich, can I show you what the sensory form is instead? – Sinichkina suddenly leaned over, so that her large breasts almost spilled out of the neckline, looked the teacher in the eyes, and slowly licked her plump lips with the tip of her tongue.
– How do you mean, show me? – Fyodor Ivanovich felt with horror how his organ was rapidly hardening, and quickly covered the bulging fly of his trousers from the student's view with a thick philosophy textbook.
– Like this... – Sinichkina carefully removed the textbook, knelt down, and placed her hand with red nails on his fly. Gently moving her fingers, she began to massage his erect flesh through the thin fabric of his trousers.
– Oh, and you have quite a decent form here... – the student commented on his male organ, which was increasingly growing in size.
Fyodor Ivanovich was embarrassed. He should expel this brazen student and give her a failing grade, as he had intended, but what she was doing was very pleasant... Especially since, to be honest, Fyodor Ivanovich hadn't had a woman in quite a while.
– It's best to learn about this sensory form differently... – Sinichkina announced, and decisively pulled down the zipper on his trousers.
She pulled out his erect organ, gripped it in her little fist, and began slowly moving the skin on it. Then, pulling the thin foreskin down on the shaft and exposing the massive head from under it, she leaned towards it with her mouth and licked the very tip with her tongue. Compressing her lips into a tight ring, Sinichkina immersed the shaft into this ring and her lips quickly slid up and down his tense shaft.
The teacher liked it more and more! Sinichkina sucked his penis with such diligence and diligence as she had never shown in her studies. It was clear the girl was engaged in an activity that fascinated her much more than philosophy. She showed considerable imagination – now swirling her nimble tongue around his shaft in a spiral, now tickling the very tip of the head, now completely swallowing the shaft so that her nose pressed against the teacher's stomach. She didn't forget about his balls either – now playing with them lightly with her hand, now taking them into her mouth and rolling them from cheek to cheek, caressing them with her tongue. The teacher's hands of their own accord rested on the back of the student's head, slightly guiding her movements.
Fyodor Ivanovich thought that Sinichkina was, without a doubt, a very talented student. How had he not noticed this before?
When Fyodor Ivanovich's member became much harder than his significantly softened moral principles, and hoarse sounds began to escape from the teacher's chest, indicating that he clearly approved of the student's actions, Sinichkina moved to a new stage.
She hiked her skirt up higher – the teacher confirmed that her pussy really was bare – lay back on the desk and spread her legs wide. Fyodor Ivanovich understood it was time to administer the final exam to the student, and to demonstrate some skills himself. He decisively aimed his organ into her invitingly open slit, but then Sinichkina grabbed her grade book and quickly covered the tempting hole with the booklet.
– Hey, no, the grade first!
There was nothing to be done – the teacher took a pen and gave the student an "excellent," thinking he had greatly underestimated his pupil. If only she wouldn't run away after this! But Sinichkina turned out to be honest – glancing with satisfaction at the grade he had given, she took the teacher's member in her hand and pulled it towards her slit herself. He moved the head of his shaft a little over her wet pussy, then inserted his long-ready-for-battle equipment into her hole. He threw her legs in striped stockings over his shoulders and began thrusting his hips fiercely.
Sinichkina slightly opened her mouth, breathed intermittently, and wiggled her bottom – clearly, she really liked how her teacher was fucking her. But – what a clever girl – she didn't moan loudly, knowing she shouldn't attract any attention from outside the office door. After fucking his student thoroughly, the teacher pulled out his member and released a decent portion of semen into her open mouth. She obediently swallowed every drop, took a handkerchief from her purse, and wiped her mouth. Then she adjusted her skirt, tucked her breasts back into the neckline of her blouse, and, politely saying "thank you," fluttered out of the office.
And Fyodor Ivanovich thought that administering exams to these silly little students wasn't so boring after all! Why not, you could hammer knowledge into them with your cock – into their tight young cunts! That was very exciting and pleasant. And most importantly, knowledge in the art of fucking would be much more useful to them in life than his subject, that was for sure. Who else had "tails" (failed exams)? Golubkina and Skvortsova? The philosophy teacher leaned back relaxedly in his chair and began waiting for the arrival of the next negligent students...