Larry Mitchell: Teacher_s dirty pictures

"Yeah! I've never been promoted before. But I bet I could do it."

"I'm sure you can," Laura said, smiling up at him then. She felt her nipples harden and hoped he couldn't see them protrude in her bra and white body suit that was stretched so tight to her form. "How old are you, Ben?"

"Eighteen," he mumbled. "But I started school kinda late."

Laura felt a strange aching sensation in her body. There was some animallike quality about him that kept her from sending him off, even though she was finished. He reminded her of a big, powerful but cuddly bear. She had the urge to give him a big hug, but realized it wouldn't look right with him all naked.

"Do you have a girl friend?" she asked, getting up and moving to a sitting position on the front corner of the desk.

"Naw… I guess I'm too shy… and I don't talk too good when I'm around girls."

"Do you like girls?"

"Sure. But they always run away if I try to touch them… or get friendly."

"Well, if you're a good boy and you help me as my assistant, I'll help you with the girls. Would you like that?"

"You bet," he answered with a big grin.

Laura found herself running out of questions, but didn't want him to leave so soon. There was only a few feet separating her from this towering mass of naked flesh and she felt drawn to it.

"I guess that's it," she said. "Starting Monday you will be my special assistant."

"Can I go now?"

"Yes… of course. I guess you've got a lot to do now that classes are over for the week."

"Naw. I hate the weekends almost as much as I hate school days. There's nothing to do but study, or stand around watching the other kids."

"Don't you go to the dances?"

"Yeah. But I don't know how to dance. I just watch."

Laura felt sorry for the boy. His size and childlike manner probably made him the brunt of the other students' vicious jokes, she thought. She wanted to help him; she felt drawn to his plight because it was similar to her own, she realized. The student body was on one side and they were on the other, waging a losing battle as individuals.

"What you need is a hobby," she offered. "My hobby is photography. When I get bored, I just take out my cameras…" Laura's heart skipped a beat in mid-sentence. A new thought flashed through her mind and she was suddenly excited. "Would you like to pose for me sometime?" shr asked coyly.

"Yeah… I guess so."

"You'd make a wonderful model," she went on, her head spinning with thoughts of lust now. How many times had she been in his shoes? she asked herself, getting thrills from the prospects. "Yes… you have a fine physique…" She took a step closer and reached out her hand to turn him by the shoulder. The boy moved easily and willingly to her guiding touch.

"I take awful pictures," Ben said over his shoulder as she viewed his back.

"You won't be taking the pictures. I will," Laura offered, partly as a joke, while correcting his English.

The boy's total obedience and simple mind gave Laura a light-headed, intoxicating feeling. He remained motionless as she ran her small hand over his big shoulders and down his back.

"Hmmmm, fine back," she purred. Then her hands swept over the cheeks of his ass and she said, "Yes… you have fine, smooth, blemish-free bottom… excellent. Would you bend over please?"

She sounded more like a doctor than a woman to Ben, and he bent forward. Laura's hands trembled as she reached out and spread the tails of ass-meat apart. Now she understood the thrill she must have given many photographers, she thought as she stared at his blinking asshole. They would have poked their finger into hers, but she didn't poke hers into his little shitter.

"Fine," she said softly, releasing the mounds of flesh. Then she readied out a hand and gently guided him by the arm to face her again.

It gave her a wicked thrill, the way he simply did she said. He didn't question any of it. In her own case, she knew in advance that the photographer was simply testing her cooperativeness. If she wanted the job bad enough, he could put her through those paces and finally get around to fucking her.

That Moose's cock remained limp puzzled her. She wondered if the huge slab of meat was incapable of functioning normally. Her hand automatically reached for the cock and she lifted it in her palm, amazed at its weight. Then she bent slightly, reached out her other hand and weighed the big wrinkled sac that dangled from the base of his cock.

"You're hung just fine," Laura said, releasing his balls but still fining his cock as she straightened to look him in the face. "Would you like to pow for me?"

"Sure," he said, suddenly swallowing hard to fight off the havoc her small, dainty hand on his cock was creating.

Just as Laura was about to release his prick, she felt a rumble inside it and squeezed lighter. He gulped at that. The big tube began to throb and fill with the hot blood of an erection. Laura stroked it with her fist and the huge cock sprang up at her.

"Now don't be embarrassed," she said softly when he moaned with discomfort. "There's nothing wrong with what's happening inside you. And I'd like to see it swell up anyway. It's all part of being a photographer…"

But when she managed to take her eyes off the enormous prick to look in his face, his eyes were clamped tightly closed and he was gritting his teeth. Laura smiled at his childlike behavior and opened her fist, then slid her palm up and down the underside of the vein-popping cock. Her fingers flitted around the ballooning prick-head and down to the base, for a tantalizing trip around his balls.

"Unnnggghhh," he moaned at the teasing touch of her dancing fingers.

"Have you ever been with a girl?" Laura asked.

"Oh… no!" he gulped.

"Then what do you do when it gets hard like this?"

"Ahhh… errrr… sometimes… I… errrr…"

"Do it by hand?" she offered helpfully.

"Yeah…" he answered, blushing all over. He opened his eyes to see if she was shocked by his confession. But she smiled at him and his heart pounded faster.

Laura felt the crotch of her white body suit dampen with the warm juice escaping from her drooling cunt. She released his cock and slipped over to the door to lock it. Just a precaution, she told herself. She had no intention of letting him stretch her cunt out of shape with that enormous cock, she decided, but wanted the satisfaction of seeing it explode. And the boy was such a wonderful subject for her improvised games.

"All right, Ben. Let's see how you do it with your hand," she said, with a hint of command in her voice.

"Awww… I couldn't do that," he moaned with embarrassment.

"Of course you can. Go ahead. Just relax and pump your pecker for me."

Moose reached down reluctantly, fisted his cock and jerked it several times for her. Though his eyes were devouring Laura's voluptuous body, outlined so well in her body suit, he wasn't up to the task she wanted him to perform. It was too embarrassing for him to jack off with her watching, he told himself. And he felt his hard-on weaken.

"It's just no good," he moaned apologetically. "I just can't stand here and jack off with you watching me."

"Please?" Laura asked with a soft, flirtatious voice. "I'll even help you. How's that?"

"Well?"

"Here… let me stroke it and you just think about how nice it feels."

Laura stroked the underside of his thick cock with her open fingers. She felt the big vein there throb and watched his big prick stand higher, with a drop of cream oozing from the eye of the ballooning head. The feel and smell of his cock was beginning to build a fire between her legs, but she put all thoughts of taking on his over-sized cock out of her head. Instead she concentrated on lighting the fuse that would explode this giant stick of dynamite, and only wished she had her camera to record the event. But she would the next time, she told herself, excited at the thought of photographing Moose with his gigantic cock spraying huge wads of cum into the air.