5 comments/ 37191 views/ 2 favorites An Open Book By: Never-more Erin Redburn was every college boy's fantasy: a hot, sexy young teaching assistant with big tits, a tight athletic body, and soft, shoulder-length blonde hair. All the guys in her discussion section drooled all over themselves every time she walked in, and had to keep their legs crossed just to hide the hard-ons that she inspired whenever she flashed that big pretty smile at them. She dressed conservatively, but she couldn't hide her nice curves and toned body under any amount of clothing. Jack was especially smitten, and he couldn't help imagining himself behind her desk, down on his knees, face buried between her legs, eating that warm wet PhD pussy! He could almost feel his hands exploring her body, fingering that tight twat and teasing her little clit with his tongue til she begged him... "Jack?" "Huh?" "Did you have your hand up?" Jack realized that he did. In fact, he had both of them up, beside his head and a little forward—as if he were holding the outside of her thighs while he lapped away at her snatch! He also had his mouth partly open and his tongue sliding in and out just a little, like a snake in slow motion. He must have either looked deep in concentration or like some drooling retard at the moment. And there she was—big beautiful blue eyes and that quizzical look on her face that she always seemed to have when she called on him, as if she was eternally confused by his presence. He felt his face go red with embarrassment. "Uh...no. No question." "Mm...okay! Just let me know if you change your mind, m'kay?" There it was again. The smile. And that playful condescension that she offered every time he made a fool of himself. Like he was some fucking kindergartener who didn't know what "raising your hand" meant. Bitch! As much as he wanted to fuck her, he also wanted to smack that smug look off her face. Why'd she have to mess with him? Just because he was always staring at her chest or down between her legs, maybe? Did she notice that? Was she trying to get even with him—or worse, "discipline" him! Not that he'd mind a little one-on-one discipline in her office...but no. If Jack ever got her alone anywhere, she'd be the one on her knees, and he'd be doing the disciplining! God, what he wouldn't give to make this smart, beautiful, only slightly older woman (what was she, 24? 25?) service him like a slut someday. Go down and suck his dick nice and slow; then let him pop a big load all over her contemptuous face... "Jack!" "Hrunh? What?" "I asked if you could read the passage on page 35 and tell us what you think. Is that okay?" "Uh, yeah. Sure...er...can I borrow someone's book?" Now she was really pissing him off. Calling him out twice in one day, and making him look like an idiot! Not that he was a particularly great student. He didn't care much about American literature or reading in general. He just needed to fill a distro requirement, and he heard that this class was easy and some of the TAs were hot. He'd lucked out in that last regard, but he found that it wasn't really all that easy for someone whose only real interests were frat parties and maybe a business degree. But he wasn't stupid, and he resented being made to look that way in front of everyone. He was gonna have to get her back somehow. Make the bitch pay! Make her face turn red with embarrassment when he ripped her panties off and threw her over her desk and rammed his dick up her tight white ass... "You know you're supposed to bring your book, right?" "Um, yeah. I just forgot..." Shit. "Well, come sit over here and look on with me." Holy shit. No way. "Uh, okay...I just...I need my jacket..." God. Damn. Her! Jack had to fumble out of his seat, making sure to hide his growing erection with his jacket carried in front of him. He didn't think anyone noticed, but she was still looking at him like some monkey that just climbed down out of a tree and came begging for a banana. And now he had to sit right next to her! Any other time, that would have been a dream come true—to sit close enough to feel her warmth, smell her perfume, maybe even put his leg next to hers. But now he was the center of attention, all eyes on him, and already feeling like a chump. Plus, he couldn't make his dick sit down and behave! She was a tall woman, athletic and strong, but not manly. He thought she said she'd played basketball or field hockey or something in college. She definitely had the bod for it. And man, to imagine her all hot and sweaty and grunting...stop it! Not now! He had to stop thinking about her, just for a little while. But how could he? She was so close...Anyway, she was tall, and when he sat down next to her, he realized she was even a little taller than him—maybe because she sat up all straight and proper and he kind of slouched. But he couldn't help but feel like a little boy sitting next to his nanny or something. She was warm, and did smell nice. Not sweet and flowery, but kind of...clean. Like someone fresh from the shower...with a warm towel wrapped around her...her nipples dripping with...Jesus! Why couldn't he make it stop! His dick was twitching like a live wire now, and it hurt to sit and let his pants press it down into submission. He kept the jacket in his lap, and thankfully, she didn't say anything. She did make him read, though. And discuss. And try to think, even though his mind was racing with humiliation and desire. Jack thought he might faint from the excitement and adrenaline—especially when her arm brushed his as she took the book back from him and gave him that sweet "good boy" smile that said, "You're an idiot, but at least you can follow instructions." That's when Jack knew that he was going to have to take her. Take her and use her and release all that raging lust in his pants—preferably all over her back and ass after he finished using her! He might get caught and sent to jail and disgraced forever, but he was going to take that ass if it was the last thing he did. He just had to find the right time... That weekend, Jack got drunk and told some of his frat brothers about his fantasies of fucking the snot out of his hot TA—Erin "Miss Tightass" Redburn. Some of them had been in her class before, so they knew exactly what he was talking about. They joined right in, offering their own suggestions on how they'd like to use and abuse the lovely young grad student. Tie her up in the frat house and let all the brothers take turns. Make her pull a train. Get some of their drunk, horny little girlfriends to make out with her in front of them. Maybe put some pics up on collegehumor.com, and call them "the dirtiest TA in America." That would teach her a little lesson in humility! It was a good plan—but mostly they were just joking. Blowing off some steam and imagining being nastier and more brutal than they really were. All except Jack. He was serious. He was gonna do it. Maybe not in front of everyone, and not on the internet. But somewhere, sometime—in her office, or her apartment, or out in the woods near the lake. Maybe when she went out jogging or when she came home late from the library. He'd jump her, drag her back into some dark corner and have his way with her just like he'd always wanted to. Grope her. Fuck her. Suck those big, gorgeous tits. Finger that tight pussy and asshole. Maybe make her recite some poetry while he came all over her face! The thought got him so hot that he had to go out for a walk, get away from the guys and the booze for a little while. Jack wandered around the campus, past the dorms, and around by the academic buildings. By instinct or impulse he decided to walk by the English department and see if he could peek into the TA offices. He'd been by Erin's office a couple of times to go over papers and let her ask him infantile questions and tell him what all he was doing wrong and how he needed to pay more attention, blah, blah, blah. He'd never really paid attention to anything except her lips moving and her breasts heaving when she sighed and repeated herself. Still, he liked being along with her in her office rather than in class where she could humiliate him so easily. In there, he felt more in control, and he could tell that she was a little more uncomfortable when she noticed him gazing at her or licking his lips while she spoke. That's what he wanted—to make her nervous and uncomfortable for a while, and hopefully, to get a little pleasure of his own from it! When he got near the window that he knew belonged to Erin, Jack was surprised to notice a small ray of light coming from between two slightly parted curtains. It wasn't the bright overhead lights, but maybe a little desk-lamp or nightlight. Did she leave it on by accident? Or could someone really be in there? He crept over to the window quietly and knelt down so that he could peek inside. At first, he didn't notice anything, but what he expected: a dark office with a small reading light illuminating the top of her desk, which was neatly organized with just a few books and papers. But as his eyes grew accustomed to the light, he noticed something else. Just on the other side of the desk, where Erin kept the "interrogation seat," as he called it, there was a large, shadowed form sitting, almost still, but obviously breathing heavily. It was a man, definitely a man—too big and bulky to be Erin or any other woman—and from the darkness of the shadows, Jack guessed that he was black. Maybe one of the maintenance staff or groundskeepers? What would he be doing in there? Then he noticed something else. Just over the far edge of the desk, he saw a shock of blonde hair rising and falling in the man's lap! Holy shit! It's her! Jack adjusted his position so he could see a little more. Sure enough, sprawled out in front of the interrogation seat was the kneeling body that he knew so well—tall, curvaceous, but this time, almost naked! She clearly had a bra and panties on, but that was it. But even the pink, girlish panties were slung low and he could see a few inches of that gorgeous ass-crack that he'd fantasized about for so long! Her head and shoulders were still hidden behind the desk, but he could definitely tell that she had her head in the guy's lap, and was sucking away like a hungry whore. Son of a bitch! Miss Smartass who looked down on all the guys with something like pity and disdain was here after hours, on her knees, sucking off some black guy in the dark! If only he had a camera. The idea hit him like a bolt—yeah, a digital camera! He could film her doing the nasty and then blackmail her with it! Threaten to put the dirty shots up on the internet if she didn't give him the same treatment—maybe even a good grade thrown in! He'd have his fantasy fuck yet! As Jack started to rise from his hiding place, with the intention of running back to his dorm for a camera, he suddenly felt a large hand gripping the back of his neck. No sooner was he aware of the hand than his face was being slammed up against the window that he'd been peeking into so carefully. "Ungh!" "What you doin' out here white boy? Spyin' on folks?" "Nn..no!..I jss..." That's when Jack realized that the commotion had caught the attention of the two lovers inside the office. As he stood crouched over with his nose smashed almost flat against the pane, he could see that Erin had leaped up from her position between the guy's legs and was staring shocked and angry at the ridiculous face in her window. A long strand of cum or spit was dangling from her chin and her hair was a wild tangle of dirty-blonde that somehow looked...really hot. She was still in her bra and panties, though she clutched a rumpled blouse to her chest as she half-heartedly attempted to cover herself. The guy, on the other hand, made no attempt at all. He was on his feet and storming towards the window, completely naked, with a large black cock pointed straight out and glistening with sticky cum. Jack saw the rage in his eyes and tried to wriggle free of his captor and get the hell out of there. No such luck. "Where the hell you think you're going frat-boy? Think you can just go peekin' around people's windows and walk away? Shit...yer gonna get yours when Marcus gets over here!" Marcus. Marcus Higgins! That's who was in there! Jack recognized him now—the big linebacker and defensive captain of the school's varsity football team. Shit! He was dead! Marcus would rip his head off! Jack began thrashing and squealing, desperate to get away. "C'mon man! Let me go! I wasn't doing anything, I swear!" Jack's pleas fell on deaf ears as the unknown stranger jerked him back into a headlock, crushing his throat and holding him almost up off the ground. Whoever the guy was, he was big, and strong. Jack had no chance. Suddenly, the window was sliding upward with a loud creak, and he looked forward to see the massive and muscular shape of Marcus Higgins peering out at him with bloody murder in his eyes. "What the fuck's goin' on out here?! Anthony! Who's that? What you doin?" "Yo man, I caught this white-ass piece of shit standin' out here watchin' you and Miss Redburn. Looks like a little peepin' Tom to me!" Anthony? Could it be Anthony Adams, the giant offensive tackle from the same football team? Most likely. Between the two of them, Jack realized he was outweighed and out-muscled several times over. They could both snap him in half like a twig! What were they going to do? How could he save his ass from the beating he knew he was about to take? "Gimme that little punk! I'm gonna rip his dick off and make him eat it!" "No! Wait a minute. Bring him inside." It was Erin's voice. Jack saw that she was peeking over the side of one of Marcus's massive shoulders now, and she looked angry too. But worse, she was smiling! That couldn't be a good sign... "What? Why? Let me go out and kick his ass! Teach him to spy on me!" "Marcus, you're completely naked! And someone might see you out there. Bring him in here and we can settle this...my way." "Awright...give him here, Anthony." Anthony released his choke hold and took Jack by the shoulders, pushing him forward into Marcus's grasp like he was handing over a bag of groceries. "Sorry to bother you, Miss Redburn—but I was coming by for my tutoring like you said and I saw this guy standin' out here. I could tell he was up to no good, so I grabbed him for you. I didn't mean to interrupt or anything..." "It's okay, Anthony. You're a little early, but I'm glad you came by. Come on around to the door and I'll let you in. You can help us 'talk' to Jack." Oh shit. What was she up to? Was she just going to let these guys beat him senseless in her office? Or was she just going to make them hold him while she called the police? What would she tell them—that she was sucking off a football player (and waiting for another!), and caught him watching? Not likely. So what then? Some kind of punishment or humiliation? Some kind of revenge? Jack didn't have time to think it through before he was being dragged in the window by Marcus's strong hands, with a rough kick from Anthony to help him up and in. Soon he was lying on the floor of Erin's office, curled up in a fetal position, and waiting for the blows that he expected at any second. Marcus stood over him, glaring and almost growling. It looked like he wanted nothing more than to pounce on Jack like a wildcat on a rabbit. To make matters worse, Marcus was still naked and glistening with sweat, making him look all the more animalistic. His dick wasn't hard anymore, but it was still dangling, huge and wet between his legs, dripping with pre-cum and looking almost as threatening as the man's massive hands. Erin was there too—calmly sliding her long, toned arms back into her blouse and then buttoning it decently in front of her. She still wore her panties beneath, and her "fuck-hair" was still thrown around her head and shoulders in an almost fierce-looking mass. She didn't bother to put on any more clothes, but she did wipe her hand across her chin to catch up any further evidence of her earlier activity. She glared at him with a look that said, "Now you've done it, idiot. You've finally made the dumbest mistake of your life!" Jack knew it was true when he heard the knock at the door, and Erin opened it to let big Anthony in from the hallway. Between the three of them, Jack knew he was in deep shit, whatever they had in mind. "You interrupted me, Jack. I don't appreciate that. I always knew you were a skeevy little perv just from the way you look at me in class, and I've caught you trying to make me uncomfortable here in my office when we're alone. Well, aren't you feeling a little uncomfortable now?" "Y-yeah...listen, I'm sorry...I didn't know...Ungh!" Marcus sent a firm kick to his gut that took his breath away and left him cringing back into a ball. "Marcus, no...don't beat him up. He's not going anywhere, and he's going to apologize. Aren't you Jack?" "Nngh...y-yes...whatever you say!...I'm sorry, I apologize..." "Shut up, Jack—or I will let these guys take you out and give you what you deserve. Filthy little jerk! You come to my class and stare at my tits and don't do any work and don't even have the decency to pretend like you're interested—and now this! I ought to just flunk you in the class and let your GPA go down the toilet. Would you like that?" "N-no?...I mean, no, of course not...I was just...I mean..." "I said shut up, Jack. I think failing you would be too easy. You'll probably do that all by yourself. No, I have a better idea...take off your clothes!" "W-what? Why?" Marcus gave him another swift kick and Jack yelped. "You heard her, bitch! Take 'em off! Don't make me tell you again!" Jack stared at them all with a look of disbelief, but he didn't hesitate to start untying his shoes and unbuttoning his shirt. He didn't like the direction this was going, but what could he do? Scream for help? Try to run? He wouldn't get far doing either, and whatever Erin had in mind, these guys were clearly going to enforce her will. Best to go along and not get hurt. In a few seconds, he was standing there, completely naked, with two big black men and a hot, blonde teacher looking at him like he was the most pathetic thing they'd seen all day. He probably was. His body wasn't terrible, but he didn't even compare to Marcus. Hell, even Erin was in better shape, and definitely more pleasing to look at—almost as white as him, but soft and supple and firm in all the right places. Jack, on the other hand, was anything but firm in the one place that mattered—his six-inch dick was shriveled into a tiny terrified nub, as if it had tried to retreat back into his crotch when faced with Erin's scornful smirk and Marcus's massive black meat just a couple of feet away. Even Anthony was barely suppressing his laughter as Jack stood there trembling like a frightened kitten. "Damn, boy—is that all you got to work with? No wonder you just standin' around peekin' on a Friday night!" "Aww, don't be cruel, Anthony...he can't help how he's 'endowed.' Not everybody is as lucky as you!" Erin's playful flirting made the big lineman grin and duck his head a little, obviously pleased but embarrassed by the praise. Marcus just looked at Jack with a scornful grimace and shook his head with pity. "Now, Jack...what have you done wrong?" "Uh...I...well, I...I was watching...spying?" "No Jack. You interrupted me! And what's worse, you interrupted Marcus just when he was getting close. Isn't that right, Marcus?" "Yup." "Now I think you owe Marcus an apology. No. I think you owe him more than that...I think you owe Marcus a happy ending!" No way. No way she was saying what he thought she was! But the way Marcus and Anthony were both grinning, Jack knew he hadn't misheard. She really meant it! An Open Book "I want you to finish Marcus off. Get on your knees and suck a real cock! Do what you didn't let me finish doing. If you like watching so much, imagine how much you'll like doing it yourself!" said Erin with that same "eat-shit" smile that she loved to direct at her most obstinate students. Jack looked around desperately, hoping that they were just kidding, just trying to scare him and humiliate him a little more. He gave Marcus a stupid, disbelieving grin and said, "You don't...really want me to...you know?" Jack's eyes darted down to Marcus's crotch, and there he saw that meaty black cock growing hard again, rising back up into the air—eight, maybe nine inches or more, and as thick as Jack's wrist. "Damn right! You owe me bitch! And Ms. Redburn wants to see you suck some dick. So get down on your knees and get to work!" With that, Marcus sat back down in the chair next to Erin's desk, spread his legs wide, so that Jack could see the heavy, hairy ball-sack dangling beneath his cock, and leaned back, ready to receive the blowjob that Jack had been so lustily enjoying from the window just minutes earlier. Erin stared at him and raised her eyebrow—that same look she gave him in class when he wasn't sure how to answer a question. She was waiting for him to do as she ordered. Jack started to back away, shaking his head slowly, as if in denial of his situation. But a sharp shove from beyond reminded him of big Anthony's presence, and moved him within a foot of the horny and angry Marcus. Jack was trapped. He was naked, with no way out, and seriously overpowered. He'd have to do what she asked or risk even further humiliation. Slowly, he kneeled down between Marcus's legs, stared at the huge black pole in front of him, and tentatively reached out to take in his hand. It was hard, fleshy, and still a little slick from the earlier slobbing that Erin had given it. A thin trickle of precum rolled down the shaft and between Jack's thumb and forefinger. It was warm, slimy, and disgusting. Not that Jack hadn't felt his own cum dribbling over his hand every night—often while he was fantasizing about Erin—but this was another man's cum. And worse, he knew he'd be tasting it any minute now! "Don't jack me off, you little pussy! Get your mouth over here and suck it! And you better suck it good too, 'cause you just interrupted the best cocksuckin' woman I ever had! 'Scuse me, Ms. Redburn..." "It's alright Marcus, you know I like it," she said with a breathless and seductive voice that Jack had only ever heard in his dreams, "and I appreciate the compliment. Don't worry, there's more where that came from. But only after you teach this little perv a lesson!" "You heard the lady, punk...get to work!" Jack could only obey now. He lowered his head hesitantly down to the bulbous round head of Marcus's dick and touched it with his tongue. He felt the sticky pre-cum adhere to his tongue, and rather than take it into his mouth, Jack swirled it around the pink cock-head like he was swabbing the deck. Then he felt Marcus's big palm grab the back of his head and pull him forward, so that he was forced to take the tip of that giant shaft into his mouth. Marcus smelled musky, manly, and a little sweaty, but not unpleasant. Jack had never smelled another man's crotch before, much less felt a dick in his mouth, but he'd imagined it being much worse. If he could only keep from gagging on the size of this monster, he might get through this. "Use your tongue, ho...suck on that head...you gonna take some nut tonight!" Jesus! Would he really have to take a load too? He was hoping he could just suck Marcus off for a little while, then maybe finish him off with his hand. The last thing he wanted to do was take this big linebacker's jizz in his mouth! But Marcus seemed determined to make him take more than he wanted to. As Jack tried to roll his tongue around the thick shaft in a mouth that was already feeling full and stretched, Marcus groaned and pulled his head further down. Jack started to slurp and pant as he felt his airway starting to close. Then he remembered what he'd heard about women giving blowjobs: breath through the nose. When he tried this, he simultaneously sucked in air through his nostrils and mouth, causing the pre-cum that was now starting to pour from Marcus's excited penis to be drawn back over his tongue and into his throat! He was gonna have to taste Marcus's sex no matter what. The cum was salty, slick, only slightly bitter, but not completely disgusting. Between the smell of Marcus's crotch and the taste of his cock and semen, Jack was getting a full dose of man-sex from the receiving end! The hormones or phermones or adrenaline or whatever was kicking in, and Jack felt light-headed. Strangely, he also felt his dick growing hard again—just as it had when he'd seen Erin down on her knees doing the same thing a few minutes earlier. He imagined that he was her for a moment—pretty, blonde, and sexy, pleasing her man. It made Jack's stomach flutter uncomfortably. Marcus let his appreciation be known by groaning and thrusting his hips up, while his hand pulled Jack's head even further down. "Mmngh!...Slrrrrrp...gurk!" Jack couldn't help the disgusting sounds his mouth made as he struggled to take Marcus's cock down his throat, to breath, and to suck down the saliva and cum that threatened to choke him with every thrust. Some of that fluid flowed out around the edges of his mouth and down Marcus's dick, lubricating the way for more thrusts and grunts. He was actively fucking Jack's face now, and he could barely pull his head back enough to keep from having his tonsils totally impaled by that thrusting piston. Then, out of the corner of his eye, Jack saw a flash. A slight whirr, then another flash. He struggled to see where it was coming from, though he was partly blinded by the light. Then he realized what was happening—Erin was taking pictures! That bitch! She was doing what he had planned to do! Snapping away while Jack slurped and sucked and had his mouth plunged by a big black dick. He tried to rise up, starting to protest even before he'd cleared Marcus's dick. Then he felt a sharp slap to the side of his head. "Don't stop bitch! You a movie star now! Keep sucking and show everybody what a good cocksucker you are. Show 'em how you like that black dick in your mouth. C'mon baby, I'm almost ready to give you some o' that nut you been cravin'!" With that, Marcus jerked Jack's head back down on his cock and continued to assault his throat. Jack gave in, defeated and helpless. He was their slut now, and there was nothing to be done about it. Things couldn't possibly get any worse. Or so he thought. A rough pair of hands grabbed him by the hips and lifted his ass up off the ground, and planting him on his knees. Jack couldn't turn his head to see, but he knew it was Anthony. What was he up to? Anthony gave his ass a hard slap and laughed. "Hey boy, Miss Redburn wants to see you take it like a girl! You think you ready for some real nigga dick?" "Nnnnn!..Glck!...Nnn!" Jack tried to stand up and get his mouth free of Marcus's cock. No way he was going to just sit here and let this happen. No way he was taking it up the ass—not from a giant like Anthony! This time he did get his mouth free, but only after making a disgusting slurping noise as he released the vacuum hold that he'd had on Marcus's shaft, and inhaling a mouthful of cum and saliva, the rest of which now poured down his chin and onto his skinny white chest. Whap! Before Jack could say a single word, Marcus had smacked him right in the mouth with an open palm, stunning him momentarily. Then, Anthony's paws gripped the back of his neck and squeezed until he couldn't breath. Jack gave up any attempt at further struggle as he gasped for air and feebly clawed at Anthony's hands. "You gonna behave, bitch? You gonna finish sucking Marcus's dick while I get me some ass? You better! I'll snap yo little twig head off if you don't!" Jack just nodded as best he could and slapped at Anthony's vise-like fingers. "Let him go, Anthony. I think he'll be a good boy. He's just kind of a slow learner—isn't that right, Jack?" "Y-yes..." Whap! "Yes, ma'am! I'm slow! But I'll behave, I promise..." "Good boy. Don't worry, I've got some nice lube right here. I'll even put it on you and Anthony myself!" Jack didn't know whether to be turned on or horrified by that. This hot TA that he'd been lusting after for months, fantasizing about, even planning to rape, was now going to lube up his ass with her pretty fingers...only so that big Anthony Adams could ream his ass! It was a nightmare. A wet nightmare, but still a nightmare. And Jack had no choice. After a few pants of air, and a sniffle of resignation, Jack knelt back down to his job of servicing Marcus—this time up on his knees with his ass up in the air, preparing for invasion. He closed his eyes and tried to relax his body enough so that the could go on and get through this. Marcus grabbed him by the hair and roughly slapped at his mouth with a still-hard cock, reminding him that it was time to please. Having gotten used to the taste and feel of cock in his mouth, Jack didn't find it too hard to continue his task. In fact, he was slower and even more attentive this time—licking and sucking in a way that he hoped would make Marcus happy and save him from any more head-slaps or a vicious reaming from Anthony. Please him, please them all—make them see that you're cooperative and not needing to be punished. Surprisingly, Jack caught himself humming and moaning while he sucked away like a ten-dollar whore. "Mmmm...hmm..." "See, I knew you'd like it, Jack." Erin's voice was soft and seductive in his ear, while she gently, almost lovingly, stroked his hair back over his ear, so that she could clearly see his face while he "enjoyed his treat." Flash! There went another humiliating shot—this time of him with his eyes closed and his tongue out, apparently enjoying the hell out of the cock in his mouth. He was going to be humiliated forever! When she finished snapping a few more shots, Erin put the camera down and moved behind him. He could vaguely hear her whispering to Anthony, and then what sounded like sloppy wet kisses. Buttering up her avenger, no doubt! Anthony's rough hands held his ass-cheeks and parted them slightly with his thumbs. A glob of spit hit his puckered asshole, and was then rubbed in firmly with one thumb. Jack flinched a little, and Anthony applied another swift slap to his ass "Be still, punk! You better be still and relax, if you don't wanna get hurt!" Jack took the advice, and stayed still while Anthony applied another glob of spit and rubbed it in. He could hear a wet, squishy sound, and guessed that Erin was applying some lube to Anthony's own waiting cock. A few moments later, he felt a small warm set of fingers twiddling his asshole and rubbing in some warm gel. Erin, his dream-girl was fingering his ass! Jack's dick hardened immediately. "Oh look, he's happy!" Erin giggled with glee and reached under his ass to take a firm hold on his relatively small, but eager dick. That really made it jerk to attention! Damn her but that felt nice! Those warm, wet, womanly hands gripping and stroking his cock. He just wanted her to go on and on. He was so excited that he hardly realized how eagerly he was sucking and slurping Marcus's cock almost by instinct. Pleasure in, pleasure out—he couldn't help it! Marcus moaned and ground his hips into Jack's face, sensing the rising excitement and tension in Jack's mouth and tongue. Jack knew he was about to cum, and was steeling himself against the hot load that was about to hit his tongue and face any minute now. Meanwhile, Erin continued to stroke him until a small squirt of cum spurted out and onto the office floor. She giggled again. "Oh, how sweet! A little gift from Jack. He's so excited!" She talked like she was cooing to an infant—not just condescending, but motherly and teasing. For some reason, that didn't completely turn Jack off. He kind of enjoyed the babying, the taunting, even the humiliation, so long as he knew it was coming from her, his dream-woman, while she stroked and jacked his cock—it, at least, was happy! Anthony had begun to rub his own massive dick up and down Jack's ass-crack, getting it warm and ready. Jack could feel how thick and hard that shaft was against his soft, hairy ass and he quivered with terror. Anthony would rip him in half—here's no way he could take that! He knew he needed to relax his ass, try not to resist the inevitable invasion—but how could he do that! He was terrified, his dick was getting a fantastic handjob that made his cock jerk, and his ass clinch with pleasure, and his mouth... "Mmnff!...Mngh!..." In his terror, Jack had momentarily forgotten Marcus, until those strong hands suddenly gripped both sides of his head and pulled him down hard onto his throbbing black snake just as he let loose a massive load of cum into Jack's mouth. The sudden burst caught him by surprise, and his tongue thrashed and writhed as it was bathed in Marcus's hot, sticky seed. Some of it hit the back of Jack's throat and slithered down over his tonsils, the rest puddle on his tongue and then got smeared around inside his cheeks as Marcus pumped several more shots into his mouth. Jack was gagging and coughing and trying to pull up, but Marcus held his head down tight, his nose buried in the curly hair of Marcus's crotch, so that he could inhale the man's scent even as he choked down what seemed like a cup of the black man's semen. Saliva seeped out of Jack's mouth and ran down over Marcus's heavy black balls. The pleasure of that made Marcus jerk his hips several more times as he emptied every drop into his compliant receptacle. To his surprise and horror, Jack realized that his own cock, still gripped in Erin's warm and expert hand, had released his own good sized load of cum. That weak, flushed sensation that runs through a man just after a hard ejaculation was unmistakable, and Erin's surprised "Oh!" confirmed what his body told him. Pleasure, excitement, adrenaline, even fear, had somehow conspired to make his body respond with sheer orgasmic joy, even as he was overwhelmed with shame at getting off on this ultimate humiliation. If only it had ended there. But as he was being distracted by his own and Marcus's amazing orgasms, Anthony had taken the opportunity to slip his thick round cock-head just past Jack's well-lubed sphincter. That sensation, like a finger in the ass just at the moment of orgasm, increased his pleasure immensely, but now that he'd launched his load, Jack was suddenly aware of the painful pressure making it's way up his rectum and through his hips. "N-ngh! Please...don't...nngh!" "Oh, now don't be a crybaby! You got your little spurt of fun, now it's Anthony's turn. Don't worry, he'll be gentle. Just relax and be a good boy." Erin's voice did calm him a little, but it didn't release the growing pressure on his asshole as Anthony slowly nudged his big meat further and further into him. Jack tried to relax. He laid his head down on Marcus's still wet and panting crotch, wrapped his arms around Marcus's thick thighs and held on for dear life. Anthony grunted and began to gyrate his hips just a little, moving his dick in, out, then a little further in, out...like someone forcing the cork back into the wine bottle. Jack groaned in pain and shame, and tears began to well up in his eyes, though he refrained from open sobbing. Bad enough getting ass-raped by a big dumb black football player in front of the woman he fantasized about, without adding screams and sobs to the ordeal! Besides, he was slowly adjusting to the pressure, tilting his ass upward towards Anthony's thrusts and trying to allow that thick, fleshy pipe to inch it's way down unimpeded. He felt full and constipated, but there was only a little stinging right around the sphincter itself. But as promised, Anthony was going slow and not ramming it in, thus sparing Jack the worst of the pain. He might bleed a little later, but at least he wouldn't be torn up completely! Suddenly, Jack felt something warm and soft descending over his head. He looked up and saw Erin straddling Marcus's hips and lowering her naked crotch right down in front of Jack's face. There it was! That gorgeous, heavenly pussy that he'd only ever seen in his daydreams, or through her occasional tight pantsuits in class. It was blonde and slightly hairy, but neatly trimmed, with full pouty lips and that same pleasant, clean smell that he'd noticed in class the day before. A woman's pussy, not a little girls—a warm, wet, "educated" snatch that knew what it wanted. "Lick me, Jack. Lick my pussy while Anthony gives you your spanking. You know you want to." She was right! It was Jack's dream come true and literally staring him in the face! Erin lower herself right down on top of Marcus's lap, where his dick was, shockingly, already starting to grow rigid again. She sat right on top of it so that he could rub it up and down her ass-crack, while Jack administered his tongue to the front. Marcus reached around and began massaging Erin's lovely breasts, while she laid back in his embrace and spread her legs wide for Jack's attention. Anthony gave him a hard smack on the ass to remind him of his duty. Jack didn't need a further invitation—he lowered his face into Erin's crotch and began to lap at her pussy, tentatively at first, like a kitten at the milk dish, but then with more vigor and excitement. Erin moaned and pulled his head down while she thrust her hips up to meet his tongue. Antony, meanwhile, was most of the way into Jack's ass and beginning to pump back and forth. That hurt! But Jack was too focused on trying to pleasure Erin with his tongue to weep or protest anymore. If this was the cost of finally tasting that pussy, then so be it! He gave his ass to Anthony as much as he could and let the big boy hump him like a dog. Erin tasted like heaven—at least to Jack. He buried his nose in her pussy and let his tongue dig down between those wet lips to find her clitoris, and began to roll it around with the tip of his tongue. Erin rewarded him with a moan, and her long fingers in his hair began to twirl around and grip him more tightly. She raised her hips just a little and started to guide his head up and down, letting him know that he needed to follow with his tongue. Down, all the way to her vagina, lapping like a dog, then slowly up, and back into her pussy lips, around the clitoris, and back down. He was literally bathing her with his tongue and lapping up all the juices that she was producing for him. At some point, her movements freed Marcus's dick from underneath her ass, and it now protruded just below Erin's sopping wet cunt. Without so much as a second-thought this time, Jack encircled the head of Marcus's dick with his tongue when he went down on Erin, giving it the same loving treatment that she was getting. "Damn, white boy's getting' into it! He likes that black dick, don't you boy? Go on and lick my balls too!" Jack obliged, sliding a little further down to bathe Marcus's balls in saliva and warmth from his tongue. Anthony began pumping his ass harder, building towards his own climax, so Jack had to grip Marcus's legs harder to keep his face level. Still, the pounding made him jerk back and forth, making it hard to attend Marcu's balls. Instead, Jack took his hardening cock back in his mouth and let Anthony's thrusts move his mouth back and forth over the shaft, as if he were being face fucked again. Erin jumped up for a moment, reached over to her desk, and grabbed the camera again. Then she stood to one side, snapping several more shots of Jack taking it willingly from both ends. He was hers now, and Jack knew it. He'd never live this down, or be able to say anything about it to anyone. But at the moment, he didn't care. The ordeal had brought out a side of Jack that he never knew existed. Not that he was any less hot for Erin, but somehow, he was enjoying his role as sex-slave to these black men as well! He was giving them pleasure, and in turn, he was receiving plenty of his own. An Open Book Erin resumed her place in Marcus's lap and reached down to pull the now hard cock out of Jack's mouth. She positioned it at he entrance of her cunt, and pushed it halfway in with one thrust. Then she grabbed Jack's head and pulled him back to her pussy so that she could get full attention from both sides. The next few minutes were a blur for Jack as his hips took a solid pounding from Anthony, and his tongue lapped and thrust at Erin's pussy, while she was rising and falling in Marcus's lap. Occasionally, Jack let his tongue wander down to Marcus's shaft and he licked them both as their juices flowed and mingled on his tongue. Suddenly a huge thrust and a sharp pain in his ass let him know that Anthony had arrived for offloading! Buried deep in his ass, Anthony's cock released a huge burst of jizz that coated the inside of his anus like a warm, sticky enema. It burned a little around the edges of his sphincter, and Jack knew that he'd be bleeding a bit. But the cum-burst wasn't painful in itself—in fact, it felt warm and pleasant inside him. Anthony pulled out with a loud slurp and a slight pop as his dick pulled free of Jack's ass. Some of the cum poured out through the opening and down Jack's crack, all the way to his scrotum. Meanwhile, a similar scene was unfolding in front of him, as Erin slammed her hips down to meet Marcus's upward thrust, and both let out a moan of pleasure that let him know they were both cumming. Jack knew his role and began lapping furiously at both lovers, an act that sent another quiver of pleasure through Erin's lovely body. She held him tight against her while Marcus finished pounding out his load, and then allowed him to move down and lick up the combined juices the flowed down out of her pussy and over Marcus's balls. In a few moments, all four were panting heavily in the afterglow of their orgy. Jack finally allowed himself to sit down on the floor in front of the chair and rest his head on Erin's creamy white thigh. She allowed him this for a little while, but eventually stood up, walked over to her desk and pulled out a towel, which she used to clean herself up. She handed it towards him, and Jack reached for the towel, only to have his hand slapped away by Marcus. "Not you bitch! You stay dirty!" "That's right," Erin said, "you can put your underwear on, and when we're finished dressing, you can clean up the floor and the chair, and then get dressed yourself. Go home dirty, though, so you can remember what a slut you are. Maybe your friends will see you when you come home and you can tell them what you've been up to?" Her smile was playful and girl-like again, but behind her eyes, he saw that she was cold and serious. This had been a punishment, no matter how much he ended up enjoying himself. And there was more punishment to come. "You'll start coming to office hours, twice a week, in the evenings, just about this time. You're going to help me 'tutor' the football players. I expect quality work from you the rest of the year, in class, and in here! If I don't see steady improvement, you'll start to see things on the internet that you'll have a hard time explaining." With that she tapped the digital camera that she'd been using all night. Her smile was sweet and dangerous. Jack knew she was serious, and knew that his 'study skills' would be improving this semester, or else! "Oh, and Jack? Next time, come to the door...and bring your own lube."