Larry Mitchell: Teacher_s dirty pictures

Laura wriggled from beneath him, still stark naked, and hurried to the bathroom to get the plastic tumblers from the sink. The room was really beginning to feel cold and damp now, she realized, and pause to turn on the baseboard heater. As she bent, with her ass facing Bryant, his eyes devoured the smooth, white, globes of ass-flesh; in his mind's eye he could see the winking little asshole in the deep crevice and his mouth suddenly filled with saliva as he longed for the taste of that, too.

That this beautiful young girl could move about so naturally in the nude totally amazed Wayne Bryant. She wasn't the least bit self-conscious about her body or the fact that his eyes ogled every inch of her. After twenty-five years of marriage, he had forgotten the grace and beauty of the naked female form. Even in his fantasies he didn't imagine his young girls would move about like this, but then his make-believe girls were always shy and timid, needing a great deal of coaxing to do everything he longed for. Thinking about someone like Laura would have made the fantasy too unbelievable for him to accept.

"There!" she said, handing him a half-full tumbler of champagne and kneeling one knee on the side of the bed. "Let's make a toast…"

"Yes!" he cut her off. "I propose a toast to the most beautiful, wonderful, delightful… There just doesn't seem to be enough words… To you, Miss Roberts. A dream…"

Laura reached out her hand and lifted his drink to his lips, to put an end to his clumsy speech. The very thought that she had wrapped him so completely around her little finger was the best reward he could give her. It was hard to believe the sudden change her life had taken in such a short time. If this was the way she affected a dignified, respected member of the community, she began to wonder how long it would take her to own the whole town. Her thoughts wandered off in that direction, while she remained beside the bed, with one foot on the floor and one knee on the bed, her eyes staring into space. And in that dreamlike state, which only lasted a few brief moments, she felt as though she had found Utopia.

Then she felt Bryant's fingers gently comb through the damp hairs of her pussy and she looked down just as his lips came in contact with the cool, white flesh of her ass. She watched with fascination as he lavishly covered her ass with wet kisses, then knelt on the bed to give him better access to the tingling skin of her butt. This display of insatiable hunger for her body sent chills up and down Laura's spine. The mirror on the wall was just low enough to reflect the scene on the bed, giving her a tremendous ego-trip as she watched the pained expression on his face as he tried to satisfy his appetite on the smooth white meat of her rump.

This was the first time Laura had been with a man who was so devoted to her body. The others, she reasoned, were constantly exposed to beautiful women and were less impressed. They would be more inclined to tell a girl to get down and ream their assholes than kiss the girl's ass, which made Bryant's thirst for her so enjoyable. In addition, she liked the hot; wet, slobbering mouth on her cool, firm ass-flesh; it gave her chills one minute and pangs of delight the next.

"I could eat you all up, Laura," he gasped between kisses.

"Oh, Mr. Bryant, you say the nicest things," she cooed, watching him in the mirror. He had paused to catch his breath and was eyeing the deep crack between the globes of flesh. There was a look of indecision on his face. "You certainly know how to make a girl tinge all over," she sighed, hoping to help him make the decision to go further. "Mmmmm… I just love your kisses back there."

Then she saw his face move towards her ass again. His lips puckered and she felt the warm, moist kiss settle at the top of her crack.

"Mmmmmm…" she purred, hoping to encourage him to go on.

And his lips moved lower, planting another puckered kiss in the crack. This time she felt his nose nestle in the crack where he had placed the first kiss; his hot breath swept down the sensitive crease, making her want more. His nose traveled down, tucked in the crack of her ass, breathing flames of delight into the deep valley, as he kissed her again. The next kiss was in the area of her little butthole, hidden deep in the crevice, which created a desperate longing in her. She wanted him to spread the globes of her ass apart and kiss the ultra-sensitive skin at the base of the crack, giving her asshole a hot, moist kiss.

Laura could tell by his short, fast breaths that her ass was setting him on fire, too. She wanted to tell him what to do, to tell him to spread the cheeks of her ass and kiss her shitter. But she couldn't do that, she told herself. All she could do was wait and hope he'd do it on his own. The time to give orders was back when he was on fire and mindless.

"Your ass is delicious," he moaned, sitting back now, but not taking his eyes off the exposed of ass-flesh.

"And it's all yours," she whispered, frantically searching for the right words that would send him back to it, without sounding as though she were giving him orders. "Your kisses make me feel so alive… so good all over. I just love it!"

"You mean… you don't think I'm an old fool?" he asked in a soft, sheepish voice. That's what his wife called him when he first tried kissing her ass, and he never tried again.

"Absolutely not!" she chirped back. "On the contrary. It's the sexiest thing I've ever known."

"Then… you don't mind…?"

"Don't be silly. I love it. I'd… I'd love it even more… if…"

"Yes?" he asked eagerly.

"I'd love it even more… if you'd spread the cheeks apart and kiss it again."

Without hesitating, his hands gripped the balls of her ass and tore them in opposite directions, exposing the little blinking eye he was so anxious to see. Then his lips pressed against her crack, and, beginning at the top, he kissed a path down to the butthole, every kiss driving Laura up the wall of another orgasm.

When she felt his lips on her asshole, Laura screeched with delight. She lowered her hands to the bed then, bending on hands and knees to give him all of her ass he wanted, with her legs spread wide.

"Ah… mmmm," Laura moaned when the tip of his nose poked into the little bud of her asshole. "Owwww… it feels so good… please kiss it again…oh! I love it! Blow on it… wow! Crazy! Mmmmm… Oh! Mr. Bryant!"

The shock of his open mouth coming down on pulsing, burning shitter brought her to the peak of an orgasm in one breathtaking sweep. Then she gasped for air and held it in her screaming lungs to see what he would do next.

He sucked! And the air in her lungs seemed to be drawn right down through her body and out her asshole. In the next instant she felt his slippery, wet tongue snake into the dry heat of her shit chute, licking flames of bliss through her body and consuming her mind with its ecstasy. The floodgates to her orgasm bunt open, releasing the tidal-wave of juices into her already sopping-wet cunt.

"Oh! Oh! OH!" she cried over and over, squeezing and releasing his tongue with the strong muscles of her asshole, while he pressed the snaking serpent deeper and deeper, up, up, up her sucking shitter, until she thought her mind was going to explode.

With startling suddenness, he snapped his tongue out of the tight hole, leaving it blinking with surprise, and drove his thick cock into her mushy cunt. His belly slammed against her butt and without warning he delivered his load into the depths of her cunt. When he had squeezed out the last drop of jizz, he withdrew his cock quickly and began to slip into his clothes. It was getting late and he was a bundle of nerves, anxious now to get home to his wife before she got suspicious. And Laura sent him off with a weak smile of appreciation, without getting up from the bed.