Larry Mitchell: Teacher_s dirty pictures

"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.

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.