Larry Mitchell: Teacher_s dirty pictures

Laura sat still, breath coming in fast, heaving swallows, waiting for him to strip her naked, to leave her totally nude and vulnerable, totally surrendered to his wanton desires and her own.

Wayne turned to the other shoulder, and with a stretch of the tight black material, her shoulders were both naked, the leotard creased across the unblemished ivory smoothness of her chest. Just where the garment began, where it still covered her youthful nudity, he could see the swells of her proudly jutting, voluptuously rounded young tits. The deep tempting cleavage between them edged up past the two soft hills and extended beyond the top of the leotard. His fingers touched her bare chest, probed downward into the soft warm furrow of her tits.

His eyes anxiously awaiting the revealing of her ripe full nakedness, Bryant pulled her leotard down over the soft, yielding mounds of her tits and over the smooth flat expanse of her belly, stopping only at the ridges of her trim hips. Her tits escaped the confines of the tight garment and popped free, quivering at the first gush of cool air across her pink, crinkly nipples. Each of his opened palms caressed her naked tits, squeezed her hardened nipple-tips playfully, paused as a chill of wicked excitement raced down his spine to his hard cock.

"Oh, please hurry. Strip me naked," she breathed. "I want to be naked for you, please hurry."

Her eyes were closed, her lips now dry with growing eagerness. She sat motionless, her teeth slightly bared by her half-parted lips. Bryant grabbed the leotard, and with it the taut elastic waistband of her dark tights, and with a sharp tug, yanked the two down over the curving edge of her hips. The first wispy traces of pussy-hair came into his view. He tugged again, and she was totally nude, all her naked young womanhood sprawled invitingly, tauntingly, over the bed.

Laura's fingers touched the tips of her eagerly heaving tits, lifted the ripe full mounds like fruit and offered the twin pink nipples to him. "Hurry! I can't wait any longer! Hurry!"

Wayne Bryant didn't waste any time getting undressed; his clothes fell in a heap beside the bed, as he totally disregarded his usual habit of neatness in his eagerness to fuck her. And then she was stretched naked beneath his weight, her tits crushed under the strong hard pectorals of his chest, her moist, hungry lips locked in fierce combat with his, her probing tongue wormed between his teeth.

Laura was so horny she thought she'd die if he didn't get his cock into her aching cunt soon. Her butt lifted nearly off the pillow beneath the curve of her ass-cheeks; her long, supple legs twisted together in a death-grip behind Bryant's back. Between the warm flesh of her inner thighs, his long, hard cock lay nestled against her damps, hair-fringed gash, pulsing into the soft, moistened lips of her eager cunt.

Laura kissed him again and again, biting his lips, sucking his tongue into her own hungry mouth, urging him on: "Please! Please fuck me now!"

He rocked off her for a second, lifted his weight from her naked, squirming body. Laura responded to her cue instantly. With a quick movement, she reached down and grabbed the hard, pulsating length of his cock. Her fingers locked around the lust-swollen shaft and aimed it perfectly. Laura shivered from the tips of her bare, curled toes to the hairs on the back of her neck at the feel of the hard cock-head against her drooling cunt-mouth. The blood-filled head of his cock pushed between her pussy-lips, entering with a wet sucking sound as she ravenously pulled him into her.

"Ohhhh, yes! It's in! Fuck me hard! Now! Now!"

In that moment, as the thick, mushroom-shaped head of his cock, burrowed between the walls of her cunt, Laura realized she hadn't gotten fucked in over three weeks. The throbbing meat was more welcome now than the news he delivered. And she concentrated on the burning, filling, delicious sensation creeping up, up, up into her belly and beyond, until it would finally reach her brain. Her hips rolled gently as she sucked the hot, pulsing meat deeper and deeper into her flaming cunt.

For Wayne Bryant, the young girl devouring his cock in the moist, sucking mouth of her hot cunt was a dream-come-true. The middle-aged banker had very little chance of satisfying his constant fantasies about seducing beautiful young girls like Laura. Not in the small town of Twin Oaks, where everyone knew what everyone else was doing. But it was an even greater victory for him today, because he had convinced the other four members of the board that Miss Roberts was better suited for the teaching job than their choice. It had been a proud moment for him, standing his ground as he did and getting his way. He never expected the reward she was now giving him to be delivered the very same day, although he had had hopes of collecting it in the near future.

Laura gasped and groaned, gurgling little animal-lust sounds deep in her throat as she eagerly thrust her horny cunt up to receive his pistoning cock. His mouth sucked hungrily on her tit, his hand feeding more and more of the aching mound into his mouth, and lifting her to the peak of excitement. Her little ass bounced and bucked fiercely as she sought to release her orgasm on his ballooning, puffing, cunt-stretching cock.

"Mrnmmm! More! Give me more cock!" she cried, trying to get over the peak of her orgasm and release the flood of juices building inside her cunt. "Unnnggghhh! I love it! Harder! Fuck me harder! Nnngggghhh! More!"

Bryant felt his balls tighten, ready to give up the hot jizz churning within. There was nothing he could do to keep from popping his wad. It was her lusty cries that made the chore impossible. Her grinding hips and sucking cunt were enough to endure without exploding, but her pleading cries for more of his prick were triggering the explosion in his painfully tight balls.

The first spray of his fuck-juice on the white-hot walls of her cunt took Laura by surprise. She jolted stiff, pausing to absorb the delicious sensation of his jizz, then found she was at the summit… beginning the breath-taking free-fall down. His big cock fired again and again, each spray of cum thrilling her and causing her body to convulse uncontrollably, while answering his grunts and groans with her own screeches of delight.

Then the room was silent, their exhausted bodies coming to rest in a tangle of sweaty flesh. He was grateful for the fact that she was in no hurry for him to pull out, not like his wife, who was always so anxious to get his cock out of her cunt and then run off to the bathroom. But not Laura. Her mushy cunt was still gently squeezing and massaging his cock as they waited for their breathing to return to normal again.

Words! What words does a man use at a time like this, to tell a woman that he's grateful? Wayne asked himself as their eyes met. The soft smile and dreamy look in her eyes completely escaped his comprehension that nothing needed to be said.

And he had no way of knowing that at this very same moment, she was wondering if she hadn't just fucked herself out of a job.

They lay perfectly still long after it was over; his heavy weight should have crushed her, but she hardly felt it as they lay together, still entwined from their frantic fucking. Both their bodies were sweat-soaked, and the chill of the night was beginning to make itself felt on their naked skin. Somewhere down the chain of connected motel rooms a door slammed. Laura wondered if anyone heard her cries when she screamed in blood swirling agony at the peak of her orgasm. But it didn't matter; anyone at the motel during this off-season time of year was either a territory salesman, or a couple there for the same fun they had just enjoyed, she told herself.

"How about some of that champagne?" Bryant asked in a soft whisper.

"Mmmm… sounds like a great idea," she purred. "You stay here. I'll get it."