The heavy burden of female teachers

Inessa Mikhailovna Shitikova, a Russian language and literature teacher, was a knockout at 40.

She did horseback riding, swimming, and running. A firm, round butt, strong legs, a flat stomach. She was slender, with chestnut hair, always dressed strictly but sexily, for connoisseurs.

For five years now, since fifth grade, she had been teaching a class that included one troublemaker. There were many troublemakers in the school, but this one was hers, and therefore she was the one to educate him. His name was Zhenya, and he wasn't exactly stupid, but Inessa knew his father had left him and his mother, and his mother worked as a cashier in a supermarket. Inessa had

explanatory talks with him, but it didn't help at all. The guy disrupted lessons, groped girls, smoked, and studied poorly. Once, in the spring, Zhenya broke the windows of the workshop with a stone to steal parts, but got caught. Inessa was forced to keep him after school. Five in the evening, they were alone in the classroom.

"I'm tired of your antics. You will be expelled."

Zhenya's face paled.

"My mother will kill me."

"What is your problem, Evgeny? Maybe I can help?"

Zhenya looked angry and determined.

"Maybe you can."

"With what?"

Zhenya sighed.

"You're beautiful. I want to fuck you."

Inessa stood up.

"Get out, and don't show your face here again!"

Zhenya left, and a day later it turned out he had beaten up some guy and then cut himself. And now he stood before her again, in the same classroom, in the evening.

"If I don't fuck you, tomorrow I'll beat someone up, and then slit my wrists."

Inessa looked Zhenya over carefully. Knowing him well, she understood this was a very likely scenario. She had to decide on something. I am a teacher, after all, Inessa Mikhailovna told herself. It's my duty to help troubled teenagers.

She stood up and locked the classroom door from the inside.

"Alright, Zhenya. How do you want it?"

Zhenya was taken aback by this turn of events. He thought hard. Then he said

"From behind. Right here, by the desk."

"You want to enter me from behind?"

"Yes, yes, what's not clear?"

"Alright, don't get angry."

Inessa knew that teenagers in puberty constantly want to put their dick somewhere, but she didn't think it bothered them to this extent. While Zhenya fumbled with his fly, Inessa, so as not to anger him, pulled down her tights and panties to her thighs herself, leaned on the desk, and arched her back. She heard the guy's heavy breathing, he was quietly cursing. Inessa looked at the door, it seemed closed. Then a hot dick poked at her anus.

"Lower," Inessa said gently and carefully.

"I know, you're not the first!", Zhenya growled.

The guy lowered his dick, and now couldn't part the folds of the labia. Inessa realized that if he wasn't a virgin, he was certainly no Casanova. Zhenya frantically poked his dick at Inessa Mikhailovna's pussy and couldn't get in.

"Spread with your fing…," Inessa didn't finish, the dick burst into her vagina like a whirlwind. Zhenya began frantically pounding Inessa's pussy, like they show in porn.

"Ahhhh… Zhenya… don't rush… ahhh… don't… rush…"

Zhenya slowed down. Inessa felt his dick inside her pussy, not very big, but noticeable.

"Fuck me slowly," said Inessa, "enjoy me, and this moment."

Zhenya obeyed. His dick began slowly entering the teacher's vagina, pushing along the narrow walls.

The guy began to moan softly.

"Do you like it?… Fucking me?…"

"Yes… very much… my head is spinning…"

Inessa moved in rhythm with Zhenya, impaling herself on his dick. The guy moaned more and more.

Inessa, to give him pleasure, also began to moan softly.

"That's good… Zhenya," Inessa said through quiet moans, taking the student's dick inside her, "do you want to take my breast?"

Without stopping to move in rhythm, Inessa took the guy's right hand and placed it on her breast.

"Squeeze," Inessa moaned.

The guy squeezed.

"Do you like it?"

"Yes…"

"Stroke my thigh with your left hand… yes… you like a woman's body…"

Zhenya groaned. He slowly fucked the teacher, kneaded her breast, and stroked her legs.

"Oh yes…," Zhenya lamented, "Inessa Mikhailovna… I'm… fucking you…"

The guy's dick rhythmically and deeply entered the woman's pussy.

"Yes, Zhenya, ahhaa, you're… fucking me…"

"God…"

Inessa Mikhailovna impaled herself on the guy's dick, swaying her hips in rhythm with his thrusts, and Zhenya whimpered with pleasure when the head of his dick hit the vaginal wall. Inessa also moaned softly, carefully watching how the guy reacted to her initiative. She felt his dick swell, and the head tightly gripped by the vaginal folds. Inessa clenched her muscles to make it even tighter. The dick slid in and out. She felt every ridge of it. And she glanced at the door periodically. Zhenya's and Inessa Mikhailovna's moans merged into one arousing stream.

The guy began to speed up. He grew bolder and began kneading the teacher's breast with both hands, driving his dick into her pussy with fast thrusts. Inessa realized she needed to moan a little louder to inflame him and make him come intensely,

"ahhhh, ooooo," Inessa moaned, "yes, Zhenya…"

The guy was breathing heavily. The dick went in faster and faster, slapping sounds echoed through the classroom. Zhenya growled, and Inessa felt his dick contracting inside her vagina. The guy leaned his whole body on her and began to whimper, spilling his semen inside her pussy. Inessa stroked his head.

"Come… yes…"

She moved to meet him. Zhenya spurted semen into the vagina, stream after stream, breathing heavily into his teacher's back. Inessa Mikhailovna felt his warm breath, stroked his head. She felt him go limp inside her. She carefully and slowly began to move her pelvis forward, and Zhenya's dick slipped out of her vagina. Inessa put on her panties and tights and straightened her skirt. She turned and looked at Zhenya. He blushed deeply, and she understood that out of embarrassment he might get angry.

Inessa knelt down, right in front of her face was the student's trembling dick. You have to, Inessa, you have to, she told herself. The boy needs help. And you are obligated to help. With these thoughts, Inessa Mikhailovna took the guy's limp dick into her mouth and began slowly sucking. She strained her hearing to understand from the slightest sigh if the guy was engaged in the process. Inessa carefully and with deep expertise sucked the head, swallowing the remnants of semen and lubrication, and began to play with it, teasing the head with her tongue, rubbing it against the inside of her cheek and palate. After a while, the dick filled with blood again. Inessa waited, expecting at any second to hear a cry or a scream of rage. But so far, everything was calm. In front of her, she only saw the guy's unshaven pubic area. She tightly wrapped her lips around the shaft of the dick, sucked the head, and made smacking sounds. The guy hadn't uttered a sound all this time. Inessa began to worry. She was sucking his dick and thinking about how she was helping this boy, whom she now pitied. Inessa inhaled air through her nose and took the dick deep into her throat, holding it there for a few seconds. And then she heard a noisy exhale and a sound like a moan. Inessa did it again. And again a moan, but louder. She felt a hand rest on the back of her head. The guy began to work his pelvis, driving his dick into her mouth. All she could do was tightly squeeze his dick with her lips and moisten it with saliva. After a few seconds, Zhenya grunted and pushed his dick deeper into the teacher's mouth. Inessa felt a hot stream of viscous, bitter liquid on her tongue. She sucked while Zhenya came in her mouth, and for another minute after, so the guy could come to his senses. When Zhenya removed his hand from the teacher's head, Inessa carefully released the dick from her mouth and stood up.

"Now you don't want to harm yourself?"

Zhenya shook his head no.

"Or others?"

"No. Will we have more extracurricular activities like this?"

"No, Zhenya," Inessa Mikhailovna said gently, "I'm married. And you need to find someone younger."

"Then I'll cut myself!"

Inessa took his dick in her hand.

"Better fall in love, and fuck."

Zhenya looked at his teacher for a long time. Then he said

"Yes, you're right. Today I was happy for the first time."

Inessa kissed Zhenya.

"I enjoyed it too."

"Thank you."

Inessa came home in the evening. Her husband asked why she was so late.

"Extracurricular activities," she answered, lay down in bed next to him, and fell asleep.