3 comments/ 77548 views/ 8 favorites Natalie Gets Seconds By: Anson Macabre NEED TO TALK, the note said. MEET ME IN THE BOY'S WASHROOM BY THE GYM. FIRST PERIOD. The note was written on an index card, and taped to the inside of Natalie Junswick's locker. At the bottom of the index card, Mr. Randle had signed his name. Natalie hadn't seen Mr. Randle in weeks, since an unfortunate incident at her house; inside Natalie's bedroom. The episode had nearly cost Mr. Randle his job as a substitute teacher; therefore she was astonished he would set up their next encounter on school grounds. The prospects of doing something sleazy with Mr. Randle inside Pleasant Point High School made her body tingle. Lately, her favorite substitute teacher had been ignoring her, avoiding conversations and eye contact in the halls. Natalie understood the reasons for his discomfort. She had observed Mr. Randle in a way no student should observe a teacher. It was 8:03 AM. In two minutes, first period would commence, and Natalie would be expected in Mr. Phelps's English class. Ironically enough, Mr. Randle had been substituting for a flu ridden Mr. Phelps the day they had removed their relationship outside the confines of the school. A shrill bell signified the start of first period. The remaining students headed for their first period classes. In a few minutes, Natalie was alone in the halls. Both her locker and the washroom were located on the first floor. At the moment, the hall was free of security, but at any moment, her isolation could be thwarted by an off-duty police officer, then all hope would be lost. She slid the index card inside her English book, placed the heavy text book back in the locker, and shut the locker door. Hurriedly, Natalie walked to the washroom by the gym. She encountered no serious problems, but at the stairs near the washroom, Natalie heard the husky voice of an off duty police woman, yelling at a student about getting his butt to class. Natalie increased her pace, nearly running through the empty halls. She arrived at the washroom door unseen. She made one last observation of the hallway before entering the washroom. Finally, after weeks of suffering, contact with Mr. Randle. *** "Mr. Randle!" she called out. The boy's washroom was empty. The two stalls were unoccupied. She was surprised by how clean the place looked, and how fresh it smelled, but it was still early in the morning. A girl could only imagine the smell five hours from now. "Mr. Randle!" she called out again. Natalie double checked the stalls, but neither revealed the substitute teacher. In an area this small, there was a no place for him to hide. Mr. Randle either had a change of heart, or he got held up by security or another faculty member. Natalie leaned toward the latter. "Mr. Randle!" she called out one last time. Natalie observed herself in the mirror. Her walnut shaped, emerald green eyes glimmered. The tears she held back didn't come from the profound sadness of being stood up by the man she loved, but the immature sadness a child may express in a mall if the child didn't get the toy he or she desired. Natalie was spoiled rotten by a rich father and overprotective mother. Only on rare occasions did Natalie not get something she wanted. She wore a tight white tank top that barely concealed her 34DD breasts. At the center of the shirt, written across the breasts in big red letters were the words: MORE THAN A HANDFUL. She also wore a pair of denim pants that perfectly defined every curve of her bubbly ass. The school dress code frowned on Natalie's choice of clothing, but security and teachers usually kept their mouths shut. Most of the security guards and teachers at Pleasant Point were male. Instead of leaving the bathroom, Natalie stuck around, hoping Mr. Randle would arrive a few minutes late. She paced the bathroom while observing herself in the mirror every once in a while. As shallow as it sounded, Natalie thought she looked gorgeous, almost as pretty as any model, singer or actress she had ever seen on TV or in a magazine. But unlike most celebrities, her breasts were 100% real, and she didn't need make-up specialists or computers to enhance her beauty; Natalie was all natural. A few minutes ticked away. The anticipation was killing her. Where the hell was Mr. Randle? Who was keeping him from her? What if he didn't show up at all? Impossible. She needed him in away that was becoming scary. Every minute without him was torture. She didn't love him, but she lusted for him the way a fat man lusted for a donut. Natalie wanted a mouthful of Mr. Randle, and she wanted it bad. 8:15 AM. I can't stand it, she screamed inside her head. What the hell was he doing? He knew damn well that she was in the bathroom waiting. He was talking to a security guard about sports or some Goddamn irrelevant topic while Natalie stirred in her juices. 8:17 AM. There was a sound outside the bathroom door. A soft tapping, then a louder noise: knocking. The bathroom door swung open. Having almost completely given up on their romantic rendezvous, Natalie expected the worse. Standing in the doorway with a wicked grin on his dark, handsome face was Mr. Randle. *** "I was getting ready to leave," Natalie said. "What took you so long?" "I was resigning. I'm leaving Pleasant Point, and moving back to Minneapolis." Natalie was a little hurt by the news, but her face remained emotionless. If this was her last encounter with Mr. Randle, she would take the necessary steps toward making it special. "Are you leaving because of me?" Natalie asked. "No. I mean when your mother walked in, I thought my job was history. I lived in fear for the next couple weeks, wondering when I was going to get the axe. But the axe never dropped. Why?" "My mother and father have their own secrets. Secrets they'd rather keep from other people. Secrets they'd rather keep from each other as a matter of fact." Mr. Randle nodded. "Why are you leaving, then?" "In Minneapolis, I'll have my own class. I won't have to waste my career as a substitute." Natalie sensed that the small talk was coming near its conclusion. He was nervous, talking while observing, considering his next step. She wasn't the brightest girl in the world, but she'd always been able to read men. The look in his eyes was deceiving. She had seen that same intense gaze in her own bedroom a few weeks ago. "Why'd you want to meet me here?" "Going away present." Natalie smirked. "Is it in your pants?" "As a matter of fact, it is." She wanted Mr. Randle just as badly as he wanted her, but Natalie needed to be patient. It had been pure torment waiting for him, and returning the favor would be sweet revenge. "Are you sure it's safe?" He advanced toward her, checking out her tits. Natalie watched in fascination as his cock erected before her eyes. "I took care of it." "What if somebody walks in?" she asked. "Hundreds of boys use this bathroom every day." "Not this early in the morning." Mr. Randle pulled her tight against his broad chest, filling her mouth with his tongue. The kiss was more passionate than it had been the first time. Natalie had yearned for those lips, for that tongue. Her body was ablaze with passion as Mr. Randle roamed her chest with his strong, confident hands. Breaking this kiss was hardest thing she ever did. "What makes you so confident nobody will come in?" "First off, no PE classes are scheduled for first period. There are twelve coaches, all with access to their own private washrooms, and none of them wander around the halls. We have this place all to ourselves." "It sounds very romantic. But-" "Second," he silenced Natalie with a finger. "I left a note on the door, urging students not use this bathroom." Mr. Randle pulled Natalie's tank top over head. Her breasts fell to his open hands. He squeezed and rubbed soothingly while running his tongue over her nipples. Immediately, Mr. Randle's sensual touch caused Natalie's delicate body to tremble. "What did you write on the note?" Mr. Randle frowned. "I told them the toilet seats are infested with pubic lice." Natalie couldn't stop herself from laughing. "Seriously?" Grinning, Mr. Randle confirmed. Mr. Randle buried his face in her breasts, working his tongue frantically while also biting, sucking and pinching her nipples. Dark red and fully erect, her nipples were extremely sensitive. From the corner of her eye, she saw an image of them in the mirror. Mr. Randle was about 6'1", with a muscular physique, shaved head, brown eyes, dark brown skin, and juicy lips. His goatee was perfectly groomed. Everything about him was ideal. She, on the other hand, appeared beautiful draped over his body. She was only 5'5", and despite giant breasts, God had given her a petite body, with many small, adorable features. She had recently dyed her hair platinum blond. She put her hair in pig tails. "I want to suck your cock, Mr. Randle," Natalie demanded. He wasn't surprised by the outburst, and he was smart enough not to question her sudden change of demeanor. The time for games had finished. Mr. Randle was leaving Pleasant Point, he was leaving his home in Scarlet Haven, Illinois, and he wouldn't be coming for anymore visits to her bedroom in Babylon Heights. Leering into his eyes, Natalie got onto her knees. With his assistance, she managed to unbuckle the belt. She pulled his pants down to his feet, and massaged his cock through the boxer shorts. Her hand barely fit around the girth of the cock. Unable to keep her lust at bay, she tugged down his boxers, and took the thick head of the eight inch monster inside her mouth. Eagerly, she slithered her tongue in a circular motion, moving the tip back and forth between his urethra as though she wore eating a vagina. Natalie savored the flavor of his pre-cum and for the first time didn't wince at the taste. She licked the V-shaped ridge under his shaft, then lightly bit the head. Natalie pulled his cock from her mouth with both hands. From head to base, she teased him with her slippery tongue, then sucked on his balls; another thing Natalie wasn't fond of doing. She moved her tongue back up the shaft, manipulating it with her hand. All at once, she took four inches of his cock in her mouth, gagging softly in her throat when it pushed against her tonsils. "Oh fuck yeah!" Mr. Randle moaned. "Suck that fuckin cock you, damn dirty whore." She loved the way Mr. Randle's conversation became so filthy when overcome by lust. "Come on, white girl. Suck that cock." Natalie rewarded him, moving her mouth harder and quicker. He grabbed her by the back of the head, and pounded her mouth with his cock. She let her throat muscles relax as Mr. Randle fucked her mouth. She matched his frantic rhythm with her own pace. Her cheeks were stuffed with cock, and her chin was being assaulted by heavy black balls. Saliva oozed over her breasts. Natalie's mouth was crammed with six inches of thick, black cock. Her full, pink lips were wrapped tightly around the monster. He held his cock in her mouth for over ten seconds, then pulled out. Natalie struggled for breath. "You nasty whore." "Fuck my mouth, Mr. Randle. I love your big black cock." He rubbed his cock against her breasts for a moment, then slammed it back insider her mouth. Holding her by the pig tails, he brutally assaulted her mouth. Cramming her throat, making her cough and gag. His knees pushed against her breasts as he offered more and more of his cock to her mouth and throat. "You like this, don't you. You're a nasty slut, and I'm really going to miss your mouth." Mr. Randle pulled out of her mouth. "Keep your mouth open. I have something I want you too taste." Natalie did as she was told, but got panicky. Never, never, had she even considered letting someone cum in her mouth. She could barely tolerate the taste of pre-cum. Guys usually came on her tits, and called it a night. Before she could protest, Mr. Randle was lunging at her, pressing the massive cock head on her tongue. With a muffled groan, he shot a thick jet of semen across her tongue. The bitter, buttery taste assaulted her taste buds and attacked her nostrils immediately. A second and third jet shot into her throat. Natalie swallowed all three jets at once and nearly gagged. His cock was like a hose, pumping more and more semen into her open mouth. Her pink tongue turned white. "OH FUCK! Swallow my fuckin cum, Natalie. Swallow every drop like a good girl. Do you like my cum?" Natalie offered him a bewildered look. She remembered an episode a long time ago when her father had made her eat broccoli. This situation was oddly similar. Mr. Randle spoke while getting dressed. "I'm leaving tomorrow morning, Natalie. But I want to see you one more time before I leave. Do you want to see me?" "Yes," she said. "Good. Let's meet at the Scarlet Inn at around six. I want to have some fun before I leave." "What kind of fun?" "Something different. Something you probably thought you'd never do." Natalie had already done something she thought she'd never do. The taste lingered in her mouth. He retrieved the tank top, and helped Natalie to her feet. He kissed her gently, caressing her breasts one last time before he left. She stared at the door for almost a minute before leaving the washroom What the hell did Mr. Randle have in mind? What were they going to do at the Scarlet Inn? The dirty images flashing in her mind made her horny all over again. *** As soon as she finished dressing, Natalie went to the front door, and was just in time to see Tonya Winston's depilated beige station wagon pull to the curb in front of the house. Natalie stepped outside, slamming the door shut behind, and headed toward the wagon. Natalie joined Tonya in the station wagon. The front passenger side seat wobbled, and the seat belt had been torn off before Tonya purchased the vehicle. The car smelled of McDonald's cheeseburgers and cheap perfume. "Tell me again where I'm going," Tonya said. "The Scarlet Inn." "Why?" "I'm meeting Mr. Randle there." Tonya wore glasses and dieted too often. She's about 5'10" with sandy blond hair, and a lot of freckles. Tonya didn't know she possessed a beauty equal to the beauty Natalie offered, but Natalie always noticed. Tonya didn't have the breasts, or the ass, but she had the legs, and the face that most people associated with beautiful. Tonya pulled from the curb. "I thought Mr. Randle was avoiding you." "He came out of hiding this morning." "This morning?" "Yeah. We had an encounter in the boy's bathroom." Tonya's chin nearly smacked into her throat. She took her eyes from the road for a second. "At school. You had sex with Mr. Randle at school." "Nothing that great. I sucked his cock." Tonya grimaced. She wasn't comfortable with dirty words, especially if the dirty words described sexual encounters. She also didn't care much for Natalie's sex life. Natalie enjoyed talking about such things, and loved providing details. It was one of the many conflicts that made their relationship special. "And now you're going to the hotel for what, seconds?" "Mr. Randle is leaving in two days. He quit his job. Says he moving to Minneapolis. I guess he wants to say good-bye in his special way." Natalie gave Tonya some time to digest the words. "You think he's leaving because of what happened in your room?" she asked. Tonya made a right turn, and drove passed Pleasant Point High School. The Scarlet Inn was about five minutes away. "It's possible. He might think his career is at risk, but there's nothing for him to worry about. I took care of everything." "How did you keep your parents from squealing?" "Everybody has secrets. Maybe a certain Mother is giving more than massages to her many clients. Maybe Father's income doesn't just come from being lawyer." Silence proceeded. Natalie had never revealed secrets about her family. There were many more secrets that she kept bottled up, but Natalie didn't feel comfortable admitting certain things. Some secrets are best left in the family, and held in the mind until the heart exploded. "How do you know?" "I'm their daughter. Nothing gets passed me." "But-" "Maybe some other time. I just want to see Mr. Randle. Give him some memories before he leaves for Minneapolis. I don't want to burden myself with painful family secrets." At 5:55 PM, Tonya dropped Natalie off at the front entrance of the Scarlet Inn. Heart pounding, body shivering, Natalie approached the chubby woman behind the desk. She asked for Benjamin Randle's room. The woman told Natalie that he was expecting her, and his room number was 13-A. Natalie knocked. Mr. Randle invited her inside. She turned the cold, silver door knob, and entered the room, closing the door behind her. *** "Try to ignore the guy with the camera." Naked, sitting at the corner of the king-size bed, Mr. Randle was stroking his massive erection. Intense brown eyes examined her body from head to toe. Natalie's eyes roamed from Mr. Randle to the camera man. The camera man was standing by the television set, the digital camcorder aimed in her direction. He was an older white gentleman with receding salt and pepper hair, a thick black goatee, and thrift store-quality clothing. He slightly resembled a middle-aged Matthew Perry. "This is Roger Wright. Don't worry, Nat, he's a professional." Mr. Randle continued to stroke his cock, working his wrist slowly while holding with a firm grip. "What is he doing here?" she asked. "I wanted a little souvenir before I left. I memento to remember our love. So I hired Roger to capture our last night together." Natalie was perplexed. She didn't quite know how to handle this situation. She was caught between a powerful need to have Mr. Randle one last time before he left to Minneapolis, and desire to get rid of the camera man-Roger. At the same time, she didn't want to deprive Mr. Randle of anything he wanted, even if that meant having sex while the stranger watched from behind the lens of a digital camcorder. Natalie never dated a guy she couldn't manipulate. The men she choose to associate herself with did as they were told, and were promptly dumped once they seized being useful. But with Mr. Randle, she had rarely been in control, and often found herself doing things she had never done before. And while directing her attention from the camera man back to the teacher, she realized that once again she would be sacrificing her dignity to give a man what he wanted. "Just as long as keeps his hands on the camera," Natalie said. "Don't worry," Mr. Randle said. "The only guy touching you, is me." He turned to Roger. "Okay, let's get this little party started." "Okay," Roger said. His voice was high pitched, and whiny. "If we're going to do this, we're going to do it right." He advanced toward Natalie, still aiming the camera at her. "Bennie has already given me my instructions, and I'm a busy man, so let's jump right into the fun." They were separated by about five feet. Roger blocked her view of Mr. Randle's impressive black cock. What instructions had Mr. Randle given Roger the camera man? This situation was going to get out of hand in a major way. Natalie could feel it in her bones as the apprehension overwhelmed her frayed mind. Despite everything, Natalie continued to become aroused. The feeling this encounter was inspired left her weak in the knees and very wet between the legs. "Take off your shirt, Natalie," Roger said. Natalie waited a few seconds, looking at her own feet. She loved the thrill of exhibitionism, but she'd never faced the criticizing lens of a digital camcorder in her life, and Roger wasn't worthy of seeing her naked breasts. Nevertheless, Natalie took a deep breath, and pulled the tight latex tank top over her head. Natalie Gets Seconds "Those are really nice," Roger said. "How big are they?" "34DD." "Impressive rack for a high school girl. Did daddy buy them?" "No. They're real." Mr. Randle could've testified on her behalf. "Jump and down." The demands just kept coming. Worse still, Natalie was obeying. When had she become so weak, so willing to please? Natalie jumped, forcing her breasts to rock with her body's movements. She was finally getting a taste of what manipulation felt like. Mr. Randle was in complete control. Tits exposed, jumping up and down in a hotel room while an old man documented with his camcorder, Natalie felt totally ridiculous. She could get dressed and walk out of the hotel room any time she wanted, but extreme lust for Mr. Randle kept her in place. "Can you suck your own nipples?" "There's only one way to find out." Natalie got into the groove of the game. She pushed her large breasts upward with her hands, managing to get a nipple from her right breast into her mouth. She greedily licked around the surface, and gently bit down, then repeated the procedure on the left breast. "Bite harder." Natalie sunk her teeth into her nipple, biting and stretching until pain forced her to stop. She caressed the sting with the gentle strokes of her tongue, then proceeded to sink her teeth into the other nipple. Her nipples were saliva coated, erect and sore. Judging their faces, Mr. Randle and Roger would have had it no other way. "Let's see that pussy," Mr. Randle spoke, breaking his long silence. Again Natalie hesitated. Had Mr. Randle been the only man in this room, these commands would be so much easier to follow. Natalie unbuttoned her pants, and pulled the skin tight denim jeans down her legs. Next, she removed her red panties, pulling them down to her ankles carefully, trying to stop Roger from looking. The attempt was useless, however. He was going to look whether she wanted him to or not. Her pubic hair was trimmed fairly short, exposing her swollen labia. Despite her uneasiness, Natalie continued to get hornier. She still wanted Mr. Randle's cock inside her in the worst way. "You like my pussy?" Natalie asked. "Yeah," both men said in unison. "Let's see some fingers in that pussy," Roger said. "First get on the floor. Lay down. Do it slow." The red carpet the Scarlet Inn laid out in their rooms didn't look very clean, but Natalie did as instructed. On the floor, she moved her hands over her breasts, caressing and squeezing, then guided her hand down her abdomen. Lightly running her fingers through the trimmed, red pubic hairs, Natalie let out a soft moan. Her fingers moved across her glistening pussy lips, and two fingers gradually squeezed inside the slippery, eager opening. Both men watched in silent awe, unable to believe there was naked, big breasted school girl masturbating at their demand. She never avoided eye contact, gazing into the camera, then at Mr. Randle while the fingers slid back and forth. "This feels so good, Mr. Randle," Natalie moaned. The more she lost herself in the moment, the easier it became to submit. She guided her fingers quicker and more keenly, observing the expressions on the men's faces. She inserted a third finger while massaging herself with thumb and pinky. "Taste yourself," Mr. Randle said. Natalie was losing her grip. Deeper and deeper she plunged the fingers, making herself scream and moan, nearing a powerful climax. She had masturbated often in between relationships, but never had she experienced the glory and out of control ecstasy offered from masturbating with company. Seconds from climax, Natalie pulled her fingers from her pussy, and inserted them deep into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the finger tips, tasting her own juices while the men watched with enchanted expressions. "Yummy," she mumbled, staring into the camera with wicked grin on her cute, heart-shaped face. "Okay Natalie," Roger said, rediscovering his composure. "Are you ready for some cock?" Enthusiastically, she nodded, licking her lips. The real fun was about to begin. *** Natalie mischievously tongued his inner thighs, teasing him by coming near his balls, but leaving only the feel of her hot breath against the wetness as she went back down. While executing the flawless tongue work, her tiny hands stroked his cock. Intoxicated by the scent of his body, Natalie sucked and nibbled on his heavy balls, and worked her way gradually from the base of the cock to the head with her tongue. Grinning devilishly, Natalie winked in the direction of the camera. All at once, she crammed six inches of thick black cock deep inside her mouth, licking the underside of the shaft as it descended between her full pink lips. "Oh yeah, Nat. Suck my cock like it's the last time." Gathering more saliva in her mouth, she licked and tasted the swollen head of the penis, making sure it got nice and slippery. She moved her hand up and over it, then pushed the head hard against her cheek to offer the camera something interesting. His cock head pushed violently against her left cheek. Natalie smiled around the cock while balls danced against her chin; her eyes were never leaving the camera. Natalie was thoroughly enjoying herself. Kneeled between Mr. Randle's legs as he sat at the edge of the bed, Natalie noticed her movements cast a reflection in the television a few feet across from her. In fascination, she watched the hulking black cock push and vanish between her lips as she continued to bob her head. Saliva trickled from her mouth, dribbling down his shaft and coating his balls. She mockingly slid the penis from her mouth, and licked up and down the shaft, moved back up, stopping at the head, licking around in circular motion, then paying extra attention to the ridge underneath the head. Meanwhile, Mr. Randle gasped in appreciation while caressing and massaging Natalie's breasts. "Damn that looks good," Roger said. "What I would do for just a minute with a mouth like that." Natalie let the comment go in one ear, and out the other. Engrossed, she sucked and nibbled his balls with great enthusiasm. She molested each testicle with mouth, rotating back and forth every ten seconds as Mr. Randle slapped her forehead with his dick. A minute later, he grabbed Natalie by the back of the head, and guided his cock deep inside the warms depths of her mouth while jerking off the lower half of his cock. "Say 'I love your cock, Mr. Randle," Roger said. Muffled, she attempted the words. "I ov or ock Mihir Rall." "Good girl." Mr. Randle gripped her pig-tails as he began slamming his cock into her mouth with more ferocity. He threw her head against his cock while thrusting wildly, causing his balls to slap her face. Natalie gagged, coughing saliva over his cock. Mr. Randle got to his feet, keeping her pig-tails firmly wrapped around his hands, and his cock deep in her mouth. Seven inches of dark, thick penis crammed her throat. He held it there for ten long seconds, before finally releasing. "Oh my God!" Natalie inhaled. The cock slid back in her mouth. He fucked Natalie's throat slowly, slamming the globular head against her tonsils, then quickly pulling out. Natalie's eyes were red and watery, but she was smiling. "I'll never forget this moment." Pubic hair stuffed her nose, and balls pushed against her chin. He held his cock in her throat for ten seconds, widely distending her cheeks. Natalie relaxed her throat muscles, going with the flow. She wasn't an expert deep throat girl, but with Mr. Randle training her, she was quickly becoming excellent. PLOP! He pulled his cock from her mouth, allowing Natalie to breathe. "Do you like that big black cock fucking your pretty little mouth?" Roger asked. "I love it. "Let's see some tit-fucking," Roger said. Mr. Randle was more than happy to oblige. He sat back on the bed, placed his cock between her tits, and began rocking up and down as Natalie held her breasts together. "Fuck my big titties, Mr. Randle." His cock drove against the soft, mountainous flesh, and each time his cock head passed through, Natalie gently licked the head, tasting some pre-cum in the process. "This is a perfect shot," Roger said. Mr. Randle smiled, but didn't seem to be hearing the camera man. Natalie grew hotter, more vulnerable and horny. She needed Mr. Randle's penis deep inside her pussy. "Will you fuck me now, Mr. Randle?" *** Mr. Randle fucked her pussy with his thick fingers. She was spread eagle on the king-size bed, watching him operate between her legs. He licked up her thighs, stopping at the glistening slit. Licking around it, Natalie immediately erupted with screams of ecstasy as he also continued squeeze three fingers into the slippery opening. Lost in a blaze of lust, he sucked and licked around the mound while working his fingers around the outer lips. She bit down on her own nipples to keep from screaming out. Spreading apart her pussy lips with both hands, he buried his face in her pussy, moving his tongue up and down between. "Oh God! Mr. Randle, I'm gonna cum. You're making me cum." He slithered his tongue against her clitoris until Natalie exploded on his face, screaming muffled obscenities as she gnawed on her own breasts. Shuddering violently, the orgasm washed over her body like a mighty tidal wave. "Please fuck me now," she begged Mr. Randle. "Yes," Roger said. "Please fuck her now, Mr. Randle." Legs still spread in the air, Natalie felt him insert his cock inside her pussy. It didn't make for as tight a squeeze the second time around, but his cock still didn't invade her opening without some resistance. Buried eight inches deep inside Natalie, he paused for a moment, then pulled out. He did this several times until she felt utterly insane with desire. "Fuck me, Mr. Randle." Pumping fiercely, his pelvis repeatedly slammed into her bubbly ass. Natalie's knees were pushed against her tits. She moaned loudly as the monster cock reamed out her pussy. Mr. Randle's body glistened with sweat. The light shimmered off his bald head, or that could've been her imagination. She hadn't noticed Roger change his position in the room. His crotch-erection and all-was two feet from her face. Mr. Randle maneuvered her legs, holding them in the air while spreading them apart. His cock slammed deep and hard into her willing cunt. Her tits rocked back and forth from the impact. Unable to keep another orgasm from unleashing, Natalie wrapped her legs around his body, and used her thighs to push Mr. Randle into her. She pressed her fingernails against the flesh of his thighs as her body shuddered from another intense orgasm. "Oh, Mr. Randle. This feels so good." "It's only gonna get better," he promised. Next, Natalie straddled Mr. Randle cock while facing away. She impaled her pussy with his cock, taking every inch. It felt as though his cock were in her stomach. Natalie moved herself up and down his cock while Mr. Randle matched the rhythm. His breathing was becoming more labored, but he was hanging in there; a real trooper. "Ride my fuckin' cock, white girl." "Yeah white girl, ride his fuckin' cock," Roger said. Natalie bent over the bed, nearly doing the split over his legs in the process. Pushing up against his ankles with her hands, she slammed her pussy against his cock. Immediately, Mr. Randle matched the pace, then really starting pounding away. They were engaged in this position for a few minutes before Mr. Randle stopped. "Why'd you stop, Mr. Randle?" "There's one more thing that needs to be done before I cum," he said. Now what? Natalie wondered. She had given Mr. Randle everything tonight. She had thrown her pride out the window, taken orders, had done sleazy things while attempting to ignore a middle-aged man with a camcorder, and still he wasn't done. "I need one more memento," Mr. Randle said. "I want to be the first man to fuck that sweet white ass." *** Natalie gulped. Oh my God! Natalie was speechless once again. How much more could he take? She wouldn't do it. She would live her entire life without getting fucked in the ass. Mr. Randle straddled her doggie-style, and guided his middle finger up and down her tight anal opening. Impossible, she kept thinking to herself. He couldn't possible squeeze his cock into an opening that concealed. He applied a massive amount of lube on his cock. "Ouch," she cried out. "Mr. Randle, it hurts." He spread her butt cheek apart with one hand while squeezing two fingers inside her ass. He moved them back and forth, barely able too create movement. After a few minutes of preparation, however, Mr. Randle was fucking her virgin asshole with three fingers. Shuddering in both anticipation and fear, Natalie squeezed her eyes shut as his cock gently shuddered against her anus. "It'll only hurt for a few minutes," he promised. From the corner of her eye, she could see Roger, moving in for a close-up of the magical moment. Natalie winced. Mr. Randle jammed the head of his massive penis into the small opening of her ass. "It's too big," she pleaded. "Just relax," he insisted. One inch at a time, his cock filled her ass. She could feel the muscles stretching apart, and a tear rolling down her face. The burning sensation was intolerable. "How does that feel?" she barely heard Roger ask. "It burns so bad, Mr. Randle." Six inches deep, the former substitute teacher came to a halt. Apparently, he had her right when he wanted her. He gave her sphincter muscles some time to adjust, then gradually, he commenced fucking her ass. "Just calm down," Mr. Randle said. She became aware of many things trying to relax. The room was really small. There was a painting of a boat adrift at sea without passengers on the wall directly in front of her. She had never taken off her socks. She was getting fucked in the ass, getting it doggie-style, and she was wearing socks. Focusing on the small things seemed to help. The pain drifted away. Mr. Randle squeezed her ass cheeks violently while fucking her. With every thrust, his cock became easier to guide inside her ass. For the first time since his cock entered her ass, Natalie moaned. "Starting to enjoy yourself, huh?" Grabbing Natalie by the pig-tails, he pounded her with a little more intensity. She could feel her breasts swaying. Roger had changed positions. He was kneeling on the bed, and the camera was directly in her face as Mr. Randle fucked her ass. Reacting before thinking, she pulled the zipper of Roger's pants down, and fished out his cock. "That's a good girl," Mr. Randle said. "Play with his cock." She spit on her hand, and stroked his cock, coating all six inches with saliva. Roger scooted on the bed, handed the camera to Mr. Randle, and moved his cock closer to her mouth. Still fucking her ass with savage determination, making her squeal at the same time, Mr. Randle also operated the camera. "Fuck my ass!" she begged. She continued to stroke Roger's cock while licking around the head. Before she could take the cock in her mouth, Roger burst, sending two thick jets of cum across her face, the first striking her forehead, and the second shooting across her right eye. The rest he neatly deposited inside her mouth. He took the camera back from Mr. Randle. "Open wide," Roger said. Her pink tongue was flooded with the milky cum. "Swallow my load, whore." Natalie did as instructed. "Open up." The cum was gone. Natalie screamed out as Mr. Randle yanked her hair, nearly pulling the pig-tails from her head. There was barely enough time to hand the camera back to Roger. "Ah shit! I'm cuming!" With a piercing scream, Mr. Randle shot jet after jet of thick cum deep inside her asshole. Natalie replied with screams of her own. Her body shivered, rocked by a third orgasm. Soon after, her exhausted body collapsed on the bed. Cum dribbling from her ass. "Now that's the perfect way to say good-bye," Mr. Randle said.