My English teacher Stephen had one hand around my hands on my lower back while the other was heading down to my butt. He slapped it hard on my behinds, which was a positive shock to me. I liked it. A lot. He then ran his hand gently between the cracks of my ass cheeks and down to my most sensitive spot. I was still wearing my tight leggings. He started caressing me gently outside the fabric, gently massaging my labia. I couldn't resist playing along and pushed my bottom out more by sheer reflex. I heard a satisfied giggle from Stephen as he felt my abdomen move closer against his rubbing hand.
"You are very warm," he pointed out. I didn't answer him since I was fully absorbed in feeling every touch he made between my legs. He leaned forward, and his lips planted a wet kiss between my shoulder blades, which tickled nicely. I felt his loving tongue and lips on my back while his fumbling hand gave my external genitalia a careful massage. All of it gave me an incredible feeling of floating on a beautiful pink cloud.
“Ugh!” I gasped violently as Stephen kissed from the top of my shoulder blades down to my bottom, where he silently slid his head down between my butthole and inserted his pointed nose. It was completely unexpected, and I thought it was a sour experience. The moment I heard him take a deep breath of my ass, I was really pumped. There was no way I could understand his incredibly perverted behavior. I was embarrassed that he wanted to smell my scent down there.
"Ahhh, you smell lovely," he announced happily, releasing my feminine scent from his lungs. I took his comment as a nice compliment. I was now torn. Torned by his transgressive behavior but also slightly excited by it. It felt strange but also cheeky.
Stephen subsequently raised his head and straightened up. One of his hands grabbed the waistband of my leggings, and they were quickly ripped off in a short and light movement. My thick sports panties were lifted at the same time, leaving my ass completely exposed to his sight. My heart was pounding, and I could feel my shyness about my body increase drastically.
"Wow, what a fantastic sight," he whispered. His tone was sincere, and I immediately felt valued. The concern about my body image quickly subsided, and I was happy he liked that part of me. My cheeks flushed at his appreciative comment as well, and I lightly bit my lips as his hands spread my ass from each other, squeezing each of them tightly. His attention on my ass was concentrated, and he spent a good amount of time examining it closely. It was like a child playing with a toy. A toy he had to know inside and out. He gave me a gentle slap on both butt cheeks, squeezed them extra hard, and then proceeded to kiss the top of my lower back. His tongue hit my skin, and I felt its heat spread. He slid his tongue down, giving me an unexpected rush when I realized where it was heading.
For the first time, I felt a tongue on my forbidden hole. I was embarrassed again. Embarrassed that the touch of his tongue should taste the most disgusting place on the human body. I wanted to push him away, but the overwhelming flow of energy swarming my asshole paralyzed me. I almost didn't dare to say it, but he was busy making my asshole perfectly clean.
“Does this really turn him on?” I asked myself with the thought crossing my mind several times, but I was too focused on the new sensation of pleasure to give the thought any attention. At least one thing was certain. I got turned on being licked right there.
My English teacher slid his tongue further down, hitting my other opening. It got just as much attention as my anus, and he certainly wasn't tired of having to give the same round a second time. Stephen knew very well that my labia was not the right part of my body that he should put his greatest focus on. He soon slid down to my clitoris and gave it a good dose of love. It felt like it was going way too fast, but the heat from my private parts and the drenched liquid from there only told me that it was going way too slowly. His tongue strokes were eager and violent. I slapped his body several times when he was too careless. But somehow, it was enticing enough to be pleasant. I buckled at the knees and had a hard time holding myself up despite half my body weight being supported by the long table.
"Now you are well warmed up," he said at the end and stood up. I wasn't ready and wanted more. More of the untamed tongue movements that danced smoothly between my labia, puffing with perfect strokes to my sensitive clit. He slapped my ass and squeezed both cheeks one last time. It finally became clear to me that Stephan was an ass-obsessed man. With all slaps and squeezes he had been given my ass he must be. He removed his shoes and sweatpants and threw them on the floor beside the long table.
"Oh yes, just like that," he said, grabbing my dark blonde hair into a hand-held ponytail. He pulled me up and a short distance away from the table. Afterwards, he turned me around so I was facing him. His dark brown eyes stared determinedly into mine. I could quickly read that he had complete control of the situation.
"Down on your knees, miss," he smiled cheekily and loosened his grip on my hair. I liked his dominance and got an eager smile on my face, which I tried to hide. Slowly, I sank to my knees, at the same time holding my gaze with his. It was only when I got all the way down to my knees that I broke eye contact and cast my gaze on the large meat sausage that was right in front of my nose.
"FUCK!" I screamed to myself when I realized how big it was. I certainly didn't think the bulge in his crotch indicated that particular size. It was huge. I stared at it, speechless, and was startled by its size. It was almost the size of my slender wrist, if not bigger.
"Open your mouth," his warm voice sent me back to reality. He pressed his hand on the back of my head and, at the same time, pushed his big cock towards my face. It wasn't exactly how I wanted to receive him, but the excitement and desire to make an attempt to tame the great beast excited me. I looked up, caught his gaze, and gave him the biggest and most unflinching look I could give as I opened my mouth half open and obediently stuck my tongue out.
He licked his lips and let out a moan. I knew he was turned on.
Gently he brought his blue-violet cock head over and placed it on my tongue. His caution made me show even more hospitality, so I opened my mouth even more. He thrust his hips forward, testing how far he could enter. I knew he was disappointed when the back walls of my mouth locked together, refusing him to go any further. My gag reflex wasn't very sensitive in general, but it grumbled a bit as I felt him try to push in further, hoping to loosen and drill his way through my throat.
After a few failed attempts, he held back and began taking advantage of the space in my mouth that was available to him. I was bummed that I couldn't even take him halfway in, but I also told myself that he was a special case. Even the professional deepthroat-ers would have challenges swallowing such a huge meat whistle like his. I hope he felt pleased anyway. I quickly learned that when I looked up at him, he went wild, and his legs began to shake.