Marvin Cox
Teacher makes it
CHAPTER ONE
Gina Singleton fingered her tight, little cunt and muttered to herself. "Oh, Jesus, I'd love to have a huge cock slamming against my backbone!" she said, spreading her long, bronzed legs. She slid her middle finger in and out of the slicked-up walls and moaned quietly as her palm rubbed her clit.
She sat there on the couch, her head flung back as she felt the pleasure begin to mount. Her breathing was raspy and shallow as she sensed the first warm glow of orgasm begin to bum in her pussy. She fingered herself in and out, tightening her cunt walls around her exploring finger and moaned softly. Just as she tensed up her entire body for a glorious release, the phone rang.
"Oh shit," she said, her body going limp. "Perfect fucking timing!"
"Hello, Gina?" the voice on the other end said. "I didn't recognize your voice. You sounded out of breath."
"That's all right, just defrosting my freezer," Gina said somewhat tartly.
"Sorry I can't model for your art class today. Will it be all right if I send in a substitute?"
"Sure, that's fine," Gina answered.
"I don't think you'll be disappointed," the girl said. "I wasn't."
After Gina hung up, she said half aloud, "I wonder what the hell she meant by that?"
Gina looked at the clock and knew if she didn't hurry and dress, she'd be late for class. She quickly applied a soft, pink lipstick to her full, sensual lips, and then stepped back, glancing at her body. She had short, blonde hair, which framed her exquisite features. Her eyes were dark, smoldering behind long, black lashes. Her neck was long and slender, giving an even greater fullness to her firm, young tits, which jutted upward from her slim waist. Her legs were long and tanned like the rest of her body. She had an aching and hungry expression on her lovely face. Casting one last look into the mirror, she threw on her jeans and sweater, slipped on a pair of sandals and left for school.
"Is the other model here yet?" she asked the class. "Linda said she couldn't make it."
There were a few stifled giggles from the girls, as they cast fleeting glances toward the dressing room. Gina looked at them, not understanding. You'd think they'd never drawn a nude, she thought, somewhat irritated.
"Hello," the rich, baritone voice said. "Will I do?"
Gina whirled around and met Steve Fedderman face to face. She couldn't speak for several seconds. The only sound in the room was a low whisper. "Apollo!" someone gasped.
Steve was standing there, a towel thrown over his broad shoulders. His body was a study in angles, hard muscular lines, taut like a panther about to spring. To say he was handsome was an understatement. He was perfect, to the smallest detail, to include his cock – which was anything but small. A lush growth of black hair adorned his chest, running in a small line down his stomach and then bushing out in a frame of soft, furry darkness around his dick.
Gina felt her knees go rubbery, and a hungry aching attack her throat. "You'll do just fine," she managed to say, gaining some control of her voice. "What do you want me to do?" Steve asked.
Ram that delicious cock in my pussy! Gina wanted to scream. "Uh, just stand in the middle of the room. We'll do some fast sketches, to loosen up and then we'll do a couple of long poses."
Whatever Gina had prepared to say to her students on this morning was forever lost. She stood silently watching Steve take several athletic poses, sending his muscles rippling. Once he faced her, his hands on his hips, with a wicked smile forming on his lips. Gina looked away, her face beet red.
The hour in one way seemed to drag for days, and yet it was over in seconds in another. Gina's mind raced with possible ways of striking up a personal conversation with Steve, but everything seemed foolish and fake. She needn't have bothered.
"When do you get out of school?" Steve asked, walking up to Gina.
"I'm out at one," she said, her voice sounding hollow.
"Good," he said. "Want to go have a Coke or something?"
"Sure," Gina almost whispered. "Then I can show you my etchings," she added, regretting the stupid remark.
Obviously Steve didn't think it was stupid at all.
He laughed. "One, then," he said and walked any.
"Some things in life just aren't fair," Steve was saying, as he sat in Gina's living room.
"What's that?" Gina asked, more at ease with Steve now that they had spent a couple of hours together.
"You've seen me without my clothes on, but I haven't seen you that way," he answered.
Gina's heart was pounding in her throat. She wanted nothing more than to rip her clothes off, but she was numb with delicious fright. Finally, after several moments, she stood up slowly and managed to smile.
"You want it, don't you?" Steve asked, his voice husky.
"Yes," Gina said. "More than anything."
"Take off your clothes!" Steve commanded.
Gina obeyed, feeling clumsy as she pulled her sweater over her head. She looked at the hungry expression on Steve's face as his eyes locked on her full tits. She shucked off her jeans and stood naked in front of him.
Stove fondled his growing cock with both hands and whispered, "You want it, don't you, you little bitch."
"Yes! Yes, I do!" Gina begged.
"Get on your knees," Steve ordered. "Crawl over here and beg me for it."
Gina lowered herself to her knees and leaned forward on her palms. She crawled over to Steve, her face finally resting between his knees. She raised her hands to hold his rock hard dick as it pressed against the tight material of his jeans. Steve grabbed her by the wrists.
"Beg me for it," he said. "Say you want to suck my cock, and drink my cum. Say you want my dick shoved up your tight pussy, ripping you apart."
"Oh, my God, I want it!" Gina said. "I want to suck your cock forever. I want your cum in my throat! Yes! Please fuck me! Oh, I can't stand it any longer! Please let me have it! Now!"
Steve looked at the fuck hungry expression in Gina's eyes, and laughed low. He slowly unzipped his jeans, and pulled them down over his narrow hips. His enormous prick bulged and bounced forward. Immediately he felt Gina's tiny hands latch onto the shaft of his cock and pull it to her hot, hungry lips. Her lips encircled the large, purplish head while her tongue darted in and around the foreskin. She lowered her head down the magnificent meat, until her lips were pulled around the base of his cock, his huge balls gently nudging her chin.
"Oh, baby, you are cock hungry," Steve said, feeling the pressure of Gina's mouth suck on his dick with force.
"Ummmmmm," Gina moaned with he eyes closed, as she forced more of Steve's meat into her throat. She could feel the delicious cockhead pulsate against her throat as the hairs on his balls tickled her neck and chin.
"That's it, you cocksucking little whore," Steve moaned. "Suck it dry, you fucking cocksucker!"
Gina pulled her lips up and down the length of his hot, savage cock, burying it into her throat and then slipping it out, to lick and suck on the throbbing cockhead. She cupped his nuts with both hands, squeezing them gently, enjoying the coarse texture of the hair against her palms. Already she could taste the first few drips of his creamy cum against the back of her throat. She sucked harder and faster, bobbing her head up and down. She clutched his cockshaft with both hands and jacked his cock up and down as her lips sucked him in and out in a frenzied motion.
"Suck it harder, you cocksucker!" Steve cried out. "Suck it, you fucking whore!"
Gina felt Steve's body flinch, and at the same time a gush of hot, molten cum slammed into the back of her throat. Steve grabbed the back of her head, and pulled her face into his crotch, ramming his cock all the way into her throat, almost forcing his nuts into her mouth.