Larry Mitchell

Teacher_s dirty pictures

CHAPTER ONE

Laura's cunt ached for the giant hard-on that gently swayed back and forth a few inches from her face. That Art had gotten a phone call during their foreplay was one thing; explaining the delay to her drooling pussy was another. It just didn't want to know about interruptions business or otherwise.

Be a good little girl, she told herself, eyeing the ballooning head of his cock with lust, while her mind suggested alternatives to just waiting quietly for him to finish the call like bending forward a little and sucking the purplish knob of his cock into her hungry mouth. Just to keep it stiff; her mind offered as a logical excuse. But she fought off the temptation, even though the smell of his cock was making her dizzy with anticipation. She knew the call was important to him and didn't want to do anything to spoil it.

She watched his eyes slowly lower, taking in her sensuous, waiting nakedness and coming to rest at her crotch. He was staring past the cunt-hair to the eye below and she squeezed off a wink at him. Whether he saw it or not didn't matter now, because he was finished with the call and returned the phone to the night table beside the bed.

"Sonofabitch," he said through clenched teeth. "Later," she purred back at him. "We can talk later. Right now I want that gorgeous meat…"

"Yeah," he sighed, devouring her squirming body with his eyes, then listing his cock for the plunge into the damp heat of her beckoning cunt. "Yeah!"

"Mmm…" she sighed as the head of his prick parted the soft, moist lips of her pussy, paused there momentarily and then lunged forward.

"Oh! Art!" she shrieked, "I love it when you're mad. You're like an animal when you're mad!"

He seized her humping hips and fed her every joyful inch, crowding her eager sucking hole with the long, thick, hot shaft until it was jammed inside right up to his balls. He paused to savor the hot, velvety-soft, liquid-drenched feel of her horny cunt.

"Ahhhh!" she moaned, feeling the throbbing cock balloon bigger in its resting place deep inside her cunt; his grunts and groans were driving her wild now, while her own sounds came out in soft whimpers. A moment or two more and she knew she'd have the orgasm her body craved. Her mind had been consumed by thoughts of this moment for almost a week, and she was about to put an end to the frustration.

But at that instant, Art slid his prick back and out until only the puffing cock-head was nestled between the bloated lips of her cunt, cawing panic in her brain and a terrible vacuum in her belly. It was a tormenting tease as he swirled his knob in her dripping gash. And just when she thought she'd die from her lust to possess it, the shaft began another surge forward, filling her longing pussy to capacity and satisfying the urgency in her body.

"Oh… hh… mmmm!" she cried, sending her legs up and over his hips in one swift move, then bringing her heels down hard on his ass to lock his cock deep inside her burning cunt. The thick column of meat drove deep into her fuck-hole and seemed to force the very air out of her lungs.

Art's chest came down on hers, flattening her aching tits beneath the weight, while his open mouth covered hers, their tongues dueling for possession of her mouth. She dug her long nails into his back, tearing at him in her panic to breathe, and gagging on the sensation that his huge cock was coming up the back of her throat to meet his whipping tongue in her mouth.

Laura didn't feel his hand slip under her ass until his finger poked at her asshole. She was already riding the peak of excitement, and didn't need or want another. But even in her muddled, dizzy mind, she realized it was her own humping, bumping movements that was driving his finger into the tight tunnel of her ass. She was impaling herself on his finger after each thrust of her pelvis against his, which brought her down harder on the spiking digit.

"Unnnggghhh," he groaned through clenched teeth. A familiar warning that was emphasized by the increased tempo of his throbbing cock.

Laura poised, bracing herself for the impact of his first shot of cunt-quenching juice. His finger suddenly popped out of her asshole and she gulped from the surprise, but was grateful it was out, leaving her free to concentrate on the whipping, pulsing, tormenting cock in the aching tunnel of her cunt.

At first she tried holding her breath until that first volley of cunt splashed up her cunt. But it seemed to be taking him forever to set off the explosion. The gigantic tidal-wave of her orgasm was inching toward her, and she saw it clearly in her brain. She began panting faster and harder, clutching Art's body to her own and squeezing his cock with her powerful cunt muscles. The gurgling, animallike sounds she heard were coming from deep in her own throat.

"Nnnnggg! Oh! Nnnggghhh!" she cried, fighting to hold back the orgasm.

"Ahhh!" Art breathed in her ear, squeezing her clit and ass hard, at the same time shooting his hot jizz in to her anxiously waiting cunt.

The explosion came in the nick of time, allowing Laura one brief moment to taste its refreshing flood on the white-hot walls of her cunt. Then she felt the tidal-wave sweep over her and flush out onto his spitting, jerking cock. Their bodies convulsed wildly, his prick churning the combination of their juices into a thick buttery substance.

"Oh! Oh! OH!" she cried. "Harder! Harder! Oh! MMmmm…"

"Nnnngghhh," he moaned back. "You drain the sap… right out of me!"

"I love it," she sighed.

Then their bodies settled to a slow, grinding motion, giving off little squishing sounds as wet flesh slid on wet flesh, with the pace gradually slowing down to a complete stop. They remained motionless then, both bodies exhausted now. Both satisfied. Both too tired to move to a more comfortable position on the bed.

Art finally eased his weight off her and melted into the softness of the bed beside her. In the silence that followed, he began to doze off, awakened suddenly by the sensation of something slithering down his stomach and reaching for his limp cock. It was Laura's hand; he knew without opening his eyes.

"You didn't tell me about the call," she whispered.

He opened his eyes to see she had turned on her side and her pretty face was now smiling into his. He wished now that he didn't have to tell her about the call. But her big brown eyes were staring at him, alert and waiting for an answer.

"It… was another assignment," he sighed.

"Ohhh, Art," she said, pouting. "You're not going away again, are you? You just got back."

"That's the way the job goes," he answered. "I have to leave in the morning."

Laura didn't want to tell him that she had been depending on his being around to pick up the bills for a while. As long as he was already committed to the new assignment, she decided to let him just think she would miss him in bed. She did. But she was also in need of money.

Arthur Lang was the first photographer Laura had posed for; the first friend she had made when she moved to New York City; the first cock to enter her virgin cunt; and the only one she really cared about. And when Art was in town, he was able to get her modeling jobs through his contacts.

It was more difficult on her own, and she was already in debt as a result of his last trip.

But she brushed off the negative, depressing thoughts that were creeping into her head and began teasing his limp cock with featherlike touches of her finger tips. She had sent off a letter about a teaching job upstate, she reminded herself, and there was always the possibility she'd get an answer before the month was over, when she'd really be in trouble.

"I was just thinking," she said as her fingers stroked his still-damp meat. "There's a chance I'll be moving upstate and I don't know how to let you know I've given up the apartment. And you won't know how to get in touch with me when you get back."

"What the hell do you want to move upstate for?" he shot back.

"It's not definite yet. But I was thinking about trying a job as a gym teacher for a while. You know, to break up the monotony of going out on one interview after another… the disappointments, the rejection. I just felt like getting away from it all, including the city, for a little while."

"Is there anything wrong?" he asked with honest concern.

"Don't be silly. But without you here… well, I get bored."

Art stand at her pretty face, which was staring at his limp cock. It reminded him how much he missed being with her the way it was when he had his own studio in the city and they shared his apartment. It was hell, he told himself, only having this one night alone with her. Of all the women he had ever met, Laura was the only one filled with such a zest for living that everything she did seemed to be a joy to her. Even now, disappointed at the news he had just given her, she didn't let it interfere with her playful mood. Any other girl would be sulking now, he told himself.

"All I need is a new gimmick," he sighed. "A new angle, some crazy scheme, and I'm back in my own studio again. The way it was…"

"Hey! Maybe you could find a new slant in this small town," she offered.

"There's no money is small towns, doll. But you're a good photographer and you have your own equipment. See if you can come up with an angle."

"You know I'm terrible when it comes to making money. I just don't have a talent for making it, only spending it."

"Well, you take pictures anyway. When I get back, at least you'll be able to show me what the place is like."

Laura was only half listening; her tongue was licking moistness onto her full, sensuous lips and her eyes were already devouring the heavy cock drooping between Art's legs. His balls tightened painfully, as if telling him not to even consider another performance. But as her head lowered slowly, his cock throbbed with inspired lust. As Laura's head got closer to the junction of his legs, her long brown hair cascaded down his inner thighs, over his cock and groin. It sent chills through his entire body and his cock throbbed again, this time trying to lift itself to the challenge, but, unable to summon up the strength. Then her puckered lips placed a teasing peck on the mushroom-shaped cock-head, while she moved to a kneeling position between his legs.

Art was fascinated by the complete attention Laura gave his cock. Just her and the cock, he thought as he watched her intense concentration focus on his limp meat. Then her mouth swooped down to suck it into the moist heat of that cavity. Her tongue milked it longingly and he felt the blood drain from his head, leaving him slightly dizzy, as it rushed through his body to fill his cock and bring it to bloated stiffness.

For Laura, there was a special fascination in bringing Art's cock from total limpness to a full hard-on. She felt it was the best evidence of her talents and Art's true desire to possess her. Again she puckered her lips and pressed them against the puffing head of his hot meat. She heard Art moan softly. She slid her cushion-soft lips down the shaft to where her fist was clenched around it, then back up to the head. Her lips parted and she breathed the hot moisture from her mouth all over the pulsing cock-head, then licked it with the tip of her tongue, circling it over and under and around, buttering it with saliva. Back at the cock-head, her tongue found a salty taste oozing from the eye. She sucked the piss-slit for more and drew out another sampling.

The itch and spark between her legs as slowly building to a raging fire. There would be satisfaction for that, too, she told herself confidently, lifting her eyes from his cock to meet his. A warm smile curled the corners of his mouth an answer to her questioning eyes.

Without hesitating, Laura quickly engineered her legs to a position straddling his face and gently lowered her weeping cunt onto his mouth. Then she paused to wait for the heat of his open mouth to sweep over her longing cunt-lips. When his slippery wet tongue slithered out and traced a path around those panting, soft, moist, lips, she dove back down to his cock and drove it deep into her mouth, sending it all the way back to her sucking throat.

The teasing tongue on her tender, sensitive cunt-lips drove Laura to the peak of excitement. Sucking his cock didn't distract her, from concentrating on the sensations he was delivering to the pink, moist lips of her cunt. And while he continued to tantalize her with teasing pass in her slit, using the tip of his tongue, she slid a hand under his as and began tapping a sensuous tune on his whole. She knew that drove him just as wild as his teasing tongue was driving her.

Laura's firm, young legs held his head locked in a viselike grip, not allowing him to hear any sounds but her own, engulfing his face with the smell and feel of her horny cunt. The position wasn't as breath-taking as when he was on top, jamming his long thick cock down her throat, she decided. But it was nice having the freedom of movement to set her own pace. And the worn seemed to fill with the smell of sex-juices.

Suddenly Laura found herself sucking harder on his throbbing meat. She was building to an orgasm and her body was responding with convulsive, involuntary movements. It hadn't occurred to Laura that Art, too, was at the brink of a climax. Some were along the way her finger had entered his asshole, she realized now, and she drove it all the way in, a signal of what it was she wanted him to do to her cunt with his tongue. But he was breathing heavy, unable to keep his mouth open for the plunge into her pussy with his tongue. Instead she felt his mouth suck and blow into the steaming hot tunnel of her cunt, fanning the spark in there even more, bringing her to a raging inferno.

"So… mmmm… aaaahhhh," she moaned and gurgled on his mouth-filling cock.

Art answered with a muffled groan into her gushing cunt and punctuated it with a spray of cum into the back of her throat. It took Laura by surprise, gagging her momentarily. But she quickly recovered and swallowed fast and hard, just in time for the next mouth-filling shot of jizz.

The smell and taste of man-sap filled her head and she was sure her own orgasm would flush out before she could experience the thrill of having his thick, wet tongue in her craving slit. Her head was already swimming in an ocean of creamy foam and the smell was singeing the walls of her lungs. And she drank from the fountain as fast as she could, until there was nothing left to drink.

"Nnnnggghhh," she moaned, her mouth still filled with thick, stiff cock.

Then she felt his tongue part the aching, pink, lips of her cunt, stopping momentarily to sweep away the dew that had already formed there. It was a breath-taking pause, but it kept her from going over the peak of her orgasm. Then his tongue suddenly darted into the steaming-hot cavity and filled her craving cunt with shock-waves of delight. Her head was spinning at the sensation his snaking, whipping tongue was creating in the depths of her belly. And her orgasm flushed its juices on the slippery tongue that danced wildly in her cunt.

"Mmmm," to sighed with his cock still in her throat, while she covered his face with the flush of juice from her cunt, and continued sucking his cock like a child sucks its thumb. And she sucked it until his prick weakened and finally went limp.

When Laura was nestled alongside Art for a much-needed rest, she realized how much she was really going to miss him. And she finally dozed off with tears running down her cheek.

CHAPTER TWO

Wayne Bryant, vice president of Twin Oaks' only bank, chairman of the board of directors for the Twin Oaks exclusive private high school, squirmed nervously in his big swivel chair. His balls were so painfully tight, it felt like they were tucked in the top drawer of his big desk while someone was trying to close the drawer on them. And his cock hurt even more, confined to the tight prison of his jockey shorts, while blood and heat surged into the organ, fighting to lift it to a full hard-on. All this agony because he was mentally fucking the beautiful brunette sitting alongside his desk.

Bryant tried to control his anxiety and nervous twitching by telling himself that he was old enough to be her father, but her big, brown, doe like eyes and pouty red lips turned his rational thoughts to nothingness, while his brain seemed filled with steaming, mushy oatmeal. It was the innocence of her face, framed by her shoulder-length brown hair, that tortured him. Because that innocence as contradicted by her full, sensuous tits and hips that seemed to roll to the tune of "Let Me Entertain You", even as she sat properly in the visitor's chair along side his desk. And he couldn't help thinking that her long, well-turned legs were just an arm's length away, with his fingers itching to touch them, to walk up them. A slow, tantalizing finger-walk up under the short skirt of her green dress, up her thighs; up to the soft flesh of her inner thighs… He had to blink his eyes and swallow the mouthful of saliva to regain control of his thoughts as she talked about her trip up from the city.

At twenty-three, Laura Roberts had already mastered the art of body language, and she was pleased to see it working so well now. Ever since the age of seventeen she had been competing with other beautiful girls for modeling jobs. She had quickly discovered, with the help of Art Lang, the talents necessary to impress the photographers, and later the producers, when she was trying to break into show business. But with so many girls to compete with, and jobs so few and far between, she decided to give it up for a teaching job, just to get out of debt, if for no other reason.

"… this town is so beautiful," Laura was saying in her soft, velvety voice, but fully aware that he was paying more attention to her legs. "It's hard to believe it's in New York."

"We're proud of our little town," Bryant interrupted, frying to show he was paying attention. "And it's only a little over three hours drive to the heart of the Big Apple. As a matter of fact, the town has bus trips once a month for theater parties."

"I'm sure it's a wonderful place to live. But I guess I've already taken enough of your precious time, Mr. Bryant. I'd better return to the motel and let you get some work done for the bank."

Wayne Bryant gave out a nervous guffaw, wishing he didn't have to stand up now, with his cock bulging in his pants this way. But he managed to cover it as best he could with his suit jacket and walked her to the door, adding, "We'll have a decision this afternoon, Miss Roberts. The board meets at three… and I'll be in touch with you the minute we've made that decision."

"Thank you," Laura said with a big smile. "And please call me Laura. I'm really looking forward to seeing more of the town… and you, too, Mr. Bryant."

As she maneuvered her little VW back towards the motel, Laura felt certain the interview had been a success. If the decision had been Wayne Bryant's alone, she was confident she'd have the job already. But now she'd have to put her trust in his doing a good selling job for her at the directors' meeting she told herself.

It was difficult for her to put too much importance on getting the job, other than for the money involved. She wasn't thrilled at the prospects of being a gym teacher to a group of spoiled teenagers from rich families. And after a brief visit to the school, she decided that though they had money, it hadn't bought them any class. The kids were brats, she told herself, and the faculty had to pamper them. There was very little discipline in the school and that made the job even less attractive.

Back at the motel, Laura slipped into an old pair of leotards and tried to get interested in one of the two television stations the town had to offer. It didn't work and she was soon bored and lonely. But she forced herself to wait for the phone call that would either send her back to the city or move her onto the campus the following morning. The television set droned on and on.

When the knock on the door came, it was the best sound Laura had heard since she checked into the room. At least it meant the world outside was still alive and breathing. She rushed to open the door and was taken back by the sight of Wayne Bryant standing there with a sheepish grin on his face.

"I… errr… thought I… errrr… would give you the… er… news in person," he stammered, shifting nervously from one foot to the other. "And I brought a little bubbly to celebrate."

"Then… I got the job?" she said excitedly. It was a reflex reaction that sent her arms around his neck, and once there required that she give him a little kiss on the cheek. "Come on in. I thought I'd die waiting for an answer. You're so thoughtful to come in person like this."

Quickly, Wayne followed Laura into the sparsely furnished room, closing the door behind him, after a glance out to see if anyone had seen him. It was a married man's nervous reflex. He set the bottle of champagne on the dresser and turned to deliver the speech he had labored over before making up his mind to give her the news in person. At the time, it had seemed terribly important. But now his mouth was cotton-dry and his voice failed him.

Laura smiled at him. She saw his eyes devouring her body, his jaw hanging limp and his hands fumbling nervously. A glance past him, into the mirror over the dresser, reflected her own image in the tight leotards. That her nipples were fizzed-out straight didn't surprise her, since she had felt them build with excitement. What did surprise her was the fact that the black material of her leotards had been washed so thin, it was much more revealing than she was aware of. She realized he could see the pink nipples and smooth white flesh of her fully developed, pear-shaped tits, even though she were standing before him naked. And even though she couldn't see herself below the waist in the mirror, she was sun now that his eyes couldn't miss the dark triangle of her cunt-hair.

"I… I… just don't know how to thank you," she lied. But before he could say anything, she pressed tight against him again, kissing him on the mouth this time. And that familiar bulge in his pants, nestled comfortably at the junction of his legs, told her all she wanted to know.

Laura suddenly felt very close to him, felt very warm and needed. She felt an aching for him suddenly rise from nothing and swell into a rapid crescendo of desire. She merely looked at him; that simple act was enough.

He grabbed her and swept her the short distance to the bed. His lips locked on hers; his tongue probed the moistness of her mouth; his teeth rubbed hard against hers in the fast firmness of their intense embrace. Laura's reply was swift and pointed; her own tongue snaked between his teeth, pushed hard against his. Her arms damped together behind his back, and she rubbed her cunt lewdly against his pulsing hard-on. The two of them suddenly ached to be totally naked.

Laura tried to slow herself, to ease her frantic impatience just a little, but it was useless; Wayne's very touch made her burn for his cock. Just the feel of his hard-on against her smooth soft flesh sent rippling chills of desire through her body. Her nipples were firm and jutting; she could feel them tenderly poking the taut fabric of her leotard. The garment felt suddenly very tight and constrictive, and she yearned for Bryant's fingers to strip it from her eagerly waiting body.

Still locked as if in combat, they wiled together on the bed, first rising then falling. His lips left the sweetness of her mouth and traced a path of warm kisses across her cheek to her neck, as his hand crept up the long, smooth length of her cloth-covered thigh. Teasingly, fully aware of her gnawing passion, he eased his fingers closer to the soft, hair-lined cleft of her cunt. She was moaning audibly now, barely able to breathe.

Wayne gripped the taut elastic material of her leotard at the smooth curve of her shoulder, hooked the thin cotton in his tightened palm and slowly peeled the clinging garment from her trembling body. The fabric stretched first over the slope of her left shoulder.

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."