Larry Mitchell: Teacher_s dirty pictures

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."