Now THAT didn't need a "Why?" Mr. Randahl, what sort of artist do you consider yourself?"It was my first day of school and already I was being asked a... impossible question. Mr. Grossfeldt, my Survey of Western Art instructor had a little sneer that made me think he didn't like me. I didn't know why, after all, I'd never met the man before today. The only thing I could think of was a question I'd asked when class started. I'd wised off and asked Mr. Grossfeldt if by Western Art he meant artists. On only his second attempt I could feel his nose touch my pubic hairs. He was breathing heavily through his nose, as I had told him to do. I knew I couldn't hold out much longer. It felt just too damn good.I reached out and tilted his chin up a bit. Looking him right in the eyes, I said, "Now, Richie, when I unload we don't want it to go straight to your gut. Do we?" Looking right up at me, he shook his head from side to side on my dick. "So, when I'm ready, you make sure that only the head is. “No daddy, no!”Her weak little fists pounded into my chest as I grabbed her. I laid back letting her fight me; we were alone for several more hours, I was basically free. She took my relaxed state differently though.Immediately, she scooted back and inhaled my limp penis. Her tiny tongue rolled over the closed accordion as she sucked it straight up as if telling it what to do. And it reacted on queue; it pushed its way up into her throat. I sat up and reached out to pull her away but she. "Aw fuck, you feel so good" he said, as he slowed down a bit.He pulled himself out of me for a few seconds before slipping back in and thrusting even harder.He kissed the back of my neck and ear as he continued, groaning and moaning my name."Aw, fuck Cassidyyy" he moaned, thrusting harder and harder. He pulled out again and turned me around, laying me on my back on the bed, before sliding inside of me again. I looked away from him as he continued, not wanting to look at his face."Fuck, fuck,.