Larry Mitchell - Teacher_s dirty pictures

"No more, Ben," she sighed.

But his large tongue licked a path down the crack of her ass and swept between her legs, right over her juice-filled cunt. The massaging felt good, but the way he held her reminded her of a baby having its diaper changed. Her legs were high, with her ass off the bed, while he applied baby oil with his tongue. The fat tongue licked over the balls of her ass, up between her legs and over her pussy again. And again. She realized he was determined to do a good job and was going about it with meticulous attention to her two holes.

She felt the slippery tongue curl into a point and dart up her asshole, sweeping the dry, hot walls of that tight tunnel with its moist, saliva-painting lashes.

"No more, Ben! No more!" she cried as it snaked and wiggled in her shitter. Only her head and shoulders were on the bed now, while he lifted the rest of her high to penetrate deeper into her bung.

With the help of her squeezing ass muscles, his tongue finally slithered out of her butt. But he licked at the blinking asshole with the flat of his tongue and it was driving Laura wild. She sighed with relief when he finally stopped to catch his breath. But even then she was tormented by the hot air from his nostrils sweeping over the junction of her legs, down the crack of her ass in the back and through the tingling pussy-hairs in front.

"No! Ben, no!" she screamed when his hot mouth dropped to her juicy cunt. But he paid no attention to her. There was nothing she could do but surrender to his diving tongue now. It felt too good to fight off, she told herself as he cleaned the combination of their sex-juices from her cunt. The licking, slurping, eating sounds drove her to another exciting orgasm.

"Good?" he finally asked, grinning at her from between her spread-eagled legs.

"Wonderful…" she sighed, returning his grin. "But I hope you haven't mined your appetite."

"Not me," he shot back. "I'm always hungry."

"Then put me down so I can fix our dinner."

"Did I lick you good?" he asked as he lowered her to the bed.

"You were terrific," she purred.

"I wanted to lick you good so you know how much I liked the way you fucked me. I couldn't think of any other way to show you how good you are."

"Ben, you picked the best way possible to show me!"

Between Ben and Edward, Laura didn't have to worry about not getting enough fucking and sucking in the weeks that followed. The two boys were at her beck and call, day or night. And although she had come upon these two boys by accident or fate she couldn't have picked two better subjects for her selfish, lustful motives.

Because no one in the school ever suspected anything was going on between her and the half-witted Ben, or the arrogant Klinger. The other teachers assumed she had zeroed in on these two boys just to keep them in line.

Meanwhile, the two boys became her best public relations spokesmen and Laura found they had built an image tot her that couldn't have been executed better by the best of Madison Avenue. And she soon found herself the most popular teacher in the school with the boys… and even with a few of the girls.

At first Laura suspected her popularity was the result of one of them Klinger most likely bragging about their little extracurricular-activities. But as time passed, she realized this wasn't the case at all. The two boys didn't tell anyone, and weren't even sure of each other, though they had met several times at her apartment.

While most of the guys openly flirted with her now, which she considered normal and healthy, none of them made lewd passes. Laura considered this to be additional proof that her two favorites hadn't told any tales. And the men teachers continued to give her plenty of room, fearing someone would start a scandalous rumor if they didn't. The only man on the campus that broke this rule was the ground keeper's assistant. He was a few yew younger than Laura, about twenty she guessed. A handsome Italian boy, but openly lewd.

"Wanna teach me some exercises, teach?" he'd call to her as she walked from the school building to her apartment.

But Laura simply smiled and went her way. Or if he was close enough to hear a whisper, she'd torment him with, "Eat your heart out!"

No sense playing with fire, she told herself the first time she was tempted to encourage him. Besides, who needs him?

The Easter vacation caught Laura by complete surprise. Without warning, she found herself totally abandoned by the students and most of the teachers. For days she walked around the apartment at a loss for something to occupy her time.

Then as she was returning from a trip to town, she saw the assistant ground-keeper trying to hitchhike back to the campus. She had been in good spirits that day, knowing the campus would be coming back to life in another forty-eight hours, and seeing the young man hitchhiking put her in a silly mood. She opened the window on the passenger side before she got to where he was standing and then slowing the car to a stop along side him.

"Which way are you going?" she called to him, pretending not to recognize the young, self proclaimed lover.

"Hey, teach. It's me!" he said with a big grin.

"Oh! Sorry," she retorted, letting out the clutch at the right moment and burning rubber as the car leaped forward. She watched his dumbstruck expression in the rear-view mirror and laughed as she brought the car to a stop again.

"That wasn't nice, teach," he said, breathing heavily from the short run she made him take unnecessarily.

"That's what you get for being a wise guy all the time," she said as he got in beside her.

"Hey. I don't mean anything by those things I say," he said in a mock sulking voice.

"Well it isn't a nice example to set for the students," she replied.

For the balance of the trip he told her juicy gossip about faculty members and certain female students. True or false, it was the only, small talk Laura had heard about anyone since she got there and she found it refreshing.

"You needn't spend the night outside, Tony," she smiled when they got to the door of her apartment. "Come on in."

He blushed noticeably, and immediately hated himself for his immaturity. With her he wanted to be a man of the world, a ladies man, but somehow he felt more like an adolescent on his first hot date.

"Would you like a drink, Tony? Something for courage, maybe?" She smiled as she said it, but Tony could feel the sharpened blade twist with the words.

He bolstered his courage and managed a husky reply, "No, no thank you. I don't think I'll be needing one. But you're welcome to one if you like," he said cockily. From her instant grin, he knew he'd made the right approach she seemed to give her approval. But the hard part was yet to come.

"Come here and sit beside me. Tell me about yourself." His confidence still intact, he seated himself at her side, started to speak, but was silenced with one waggle of her index finger as she leaped up to turn on the stereo set. She settled back beside him, noticeably closer this time.

"There's not much to tell, I am. You know who lam and what I do. And…"

He stopped abruptly as her hand touched his thigh, just an inch below the already-swelling bulge that followed the curve of his thigh. A lump thickened in his throat, and he wondered if the words would come when he tried to speak.

"Uh… I think I'll have that drink after all. Could I fix you one, too?" He jumped up, then realized he hadn't the slightest idea where any of the liquor was kept.

"It's in that cabinet there." She pointed to a bookcase with hinged doors on the top half. "And there's ice in that wooden bucket by the sink in the kitchen. Through that door to your left. I'll have a Scotch, very little ice, no water. And by the way, you can call me Laura."