Larry Mitchell - Teacher_s dirty pictures

"Hello yourself," Art's voice rang in her head.

"Art! Is that really you? I don't believe my ears. Where are you?"

"Hey, take it easy. I'm in the city."

"When did you get back, lover?"

"I just got in. And this town is dead without you here. How fast can you get that gorgeous ass of yours down here?"

"I… don't know," Laura said more slowly. "How long will you be in town, Art?"

"Just till tomorrow night. Then I have to fly to Washington for a few weeks and then I'll be back for good."

"That sounds great. But to tell you the truth, I'm too damn exhausted to make that trip tonight, and even if I drove down in the morning, we'd only have a few hours."

"Yeah… Ain't it a bitch? You're right. It's too long a trip. But, listen, I'll be back in two weeks, and I'll be setting up my own studio again, just like old times. I want you to pack it in up there and come back to the Big Apple… All right?"

"Call me when you get back and we'll talk about it."

"Hey, baby. What's to talk about?"

"Well, I just can't walk off the job with two months to go in the semester… I'm the only gym teacher they have. It just wouldn't be right."

"All right. I hadn't thought of that. How's it going up there? I'll bet that fuck town is driving you fruitcake."

"I've really been so busy I didn't notice."

"Listen, honey, you warm up my meal for me… you know what I mean… and be ready to serve it hot on a silver platter in two weeks. All right?"

"Yes. Of course. I'll see you then…" When she put the phone back in the cradle, Laura felt torn with indecision. Determined, however, not to let this problem spoil the fun of the moment, she returned to the kitchen.

As she walked inside, she said that only Tony was there.

"Sally and Ben are taking a bath," Tony said with a grin.

"They'll never make it," she laughed.

"Let's go watch," he said with a grin.

"Go ahead. I'd rater have another drink."

Tony grinned and took off for the bathroom.

When the burning sensation of the straight Scotch slithered down her throat and reached her stomach, Laura found herself still thinking about Art and the decision facing her. What was she going to tell Art? Her life would be much less complicated and threatened if she returned to live with him. But on the other, she couldn't be sure how long the security of it would last before she found herself out looking for another job, with Art off on another spree of assignments. She poured another drink and wished Art hadn't called just when everything was going so well.

"Well, they got in the tub," Tony said as he entered the kitchen. "There isn't much room for water, but they're in it getting wet and all soaped up… and Sally is washing his face with her pussy."

"Would you like a drink?" Laura offered.

"To tell the truth, I'd rather get back to the living room…" he said, a little embarrassed by his youthful eagerness.

"Yes, I know. Come on. We'll build a giant fire in your balls and end your horniness."

Laura followed him into the living room, grinning at the boy's uncontrollable eagerness. She knelt on the floor before him then and smiled up into his wide-eyed face, then leaned forward and pressed her puckered lips to the tip of his lifting shaft. His cock sprang to life with new vigor. She was flattered that he could get another hard-on so fast just looking at her face, and she licked the ballooning knob of it sensuously.

"Oooowww," he moaned at the sight of her tongue on his cock. "You're wonderful, Miss Roberts."

"I think you'd better lie down, Tony, just in case your legs go out at the last minute…"

When the boy was stretched out on the floor, Laura crawled between his legs and lowered her pouty red lips to his swollen, lust-engorged cock. A flick of her tongue and the drop of oozing cum was gone from the eye of it. Her hands reached down and cupped his soft balls and lifted them as her lips parted and sucked his cock into her warm, moist mouth. She fed the pulsing meat along the full length of her tongue until the long shaft embedded itself in her throat. His mewling cries of pleasure encouraged her to suck harder and bring him the thrill of her talents. She slipped a hand under him and her fingers tapped sensuously at his asshole, while her tongue circled and twisted serpent-like around his mouth-filling cock.

Suddenly Tony pushed Laura's mouth off his cock and, looking her in the eye, asked, "Miss. Roberts, could… would you let me… would it be okay if I screwed you in the ass?"

Laura looked at the boy in shock for a moment feeling her asshole contract in fear. Then, as she thought about it, the very perversity of the idea began to turn her on.

"Yes!" she hissed at him. "Go ahead and fuck my ass, Tony. Take my cherry and make me love it!"

Tony gasped eagerly and get behind Laura, who crunched forward and presented him with her.

His fingers explored, then found what he was seeking… His middle finger sank to the second knuckle in the tight forbidden orifice of her ass.

Laura gasped and jerked reflexively forward, but Tony had her lightly pinned in position and he brought his cock up into line with her tautly puckered little shifter. Guiding it with one hand, Tony eased his cock-head up to her tight, muscular asshole. And then, with a flick of his hips he pushed forward, pressuring his knob against her bung until the tight, elastic like little mouth finally yielded. First an inch, no more… just enough to give her a taste of what was to come.

Laura groaned with pain as she tried to adjust to the invasion of Tony's cock up her butt. She began to have second thoughts, but then noticed that the pain seemed to be easing, replaced by a tingling sensation.

Tony eased another inch of cock into her asshole, while Laura panted and whined beneath him as he skewered her asshole on his prick. At last, Tony gave a sharp, nearly inaudible cry and rammed his cock home. It sank like a heated knife into soft melted butter, right up to its hairy base in the incredibly tight tunnel of her ass. He'd never felt anything like it! No virgin cunt could possibly be like this! It was as if a warm gloved hand had suddenly gripped his prick and was pulling and pumping him like crazy!

Tony could see the spectacle that the two of them were creating reflected in the mirror that hung on one wall. The sight was like something from a fantastic fantasy… Laura, naked and helpless, pinned beneath him, her face contorted with a combination of lust and agony, her mouth half-open in a silent moan, her long hair tossing from side to side, her firm, tempting young tits dancing and swaying deliciously beneath her as she squirmed lewdly about.

Tony was held to his lewd tableau like a magnet. His prick ached inside her tightly constricting asshole, and suddenly he could wait no longer. He had to fuck it, had to ram his aching cock in and out of her clutching asshole until it exploded. She was a helpless heap of quivering female flesh, unable to move a muscle, just crouch there beneath him as he relentlessly fucked his thick fleshy cock into her quivering shitter.

Tony felt a gush of warm juice ooze down Laura's thighs and onto his own and he knew that she had reached the end. He felt her asshole contract involuntarily, tightening even more the viselike grip her tightly locked shitter had on this throbbing prick. He'd held it as long as he could. There was no point in waiting any longer. Wit a frenzied burst of energy, he rammed deep up her ass-tunnel again and again, sodomizing her viciously with every deep, tearing thrust. Like a madman, he slimmed his prick into her clinging butt.

"Oooohhhh! Yes, Tony, hurt me, hurt me! AAAggghhh! I love it!"

Tony gripped her hips with both hands, his own eyes closed as if he used every ounce of his energy driving his thick cock deep into her guts again and again, harder and deeper with every punishing jab.