2 comments/ 32223 views/ 28 favorites Monica Sets Her Sights By: qualitywheat Reader, this is a black on white lesbian story with an interracial heterosexual event near the end. ***** Monica Sears was sat cross legged at her desk in her class room. She was facing the front but her eyes were in the corners to the left, and they were on her teacher. She was waiting for her to swing her eyes around the class again before coming to rest on where Monica knew they would now, her again! This teasing game had been going on since the day she had walked into her class for the start of her second year. Her object of tease, was one Mrs. Kim Rider; she had captivated Monica from that very first day to become their new form teacher. She began to flash her eyes at her, give her very surreptitious looks and glances, knowing nods, all designed to confuse her teacher without putting herself in a bad light. It had taken over a week to get a real response from her, she had looked back, but only to see if what she had seen was correct, but by then Monica was looking at her books. Monica now knew she had Mrs Rider's attention and began to insert a little more into her teasing. Monica had slightly turned her desk to the right; this enabled her to stretch out her long legs, when it was opportune to do so, hitch up her already short skirt, to allow a glimpse of delicious thigh. Occasionally for a change, superbly shaped legs were lengthened, then she would cross them at the ankle. Also when she deemed teasing of her was working well, she would lift one knee over the other; this afforded an enticing flash of black silk thong. Monica was a lesbian, not a full 100% she had dabbled with boys but had decided a long time ago that women were better; especially now that she had Mrs Rider to tease and hopefully one day, to get. Mrs Rider, Kim was her name, was a blond beauty; Monica had googled, face booked, twittered and used other avenues of information to find out as much as she could about her. Now she knew all about her, her age, her status, where she lived, which college she had gone to, what she had majored in and what qualifications she had. The thing of most importance she didn't know was her sexual orientation. She was married, but she had left her husband. And Monica didn't know that either. But being the very astute young woman that she was, she had partly guessed that Mrs Rider might be 'game for a laugh' in the lesbian stakes. And Monica was more than sure that if anyone could find that out, it was her. That is why she was playing the mind games she was. After each time Monica became a little more convinced that her teacher was at least taking note, and was being enticed by the beautiful black girl at the front of her class. Monica was nearly nineteen years old, 5ft 10" tall, long legged, statuesque, walked as if she was made of drifting fog. She was full bodied, high firm tits, enormous wide and thick nipples. A narrow waist, and hips. She was of African Caribbean heritage, and her hair was like black gossamer that slid about her slim shoulders like swirling billowing cloud. But it was her face that caught everybody's eye, her eyes were wide and almond shaped, as if she had some eastern promise in them. Her pupils were dark as diamond coal, arching eyebrows, hopelessly long lashes, a small round pretty nose, and full symmetrical lips. And when she smiled, her medium even, bright white teeth dazzled the recipient. And it was the combination of her eyes, face and smile that was (yet unknown to Monica) forcing Mrs Rider to take note, and appraise her gorgeous student more closely. Monica had a girlfriend, but was not in a close relationship, she kept it away from school, although others knew of her orientation. And much to the chagrin of some of the boys, who tried to chat her up constantly. They were turned away flat. But two of which had been summarily flattened by round house right hander's for taking more than a couple of liberties. So now she was mostly left alone except for a couple of other girls who had let her know that if she 'needed' a friend, they would be happy to oblige. But Monica was focused solely now on her married teacher, it had become a project for her. And after these few weeks she was beginning to think it might be on, married or not. Monica was a dominant woman, not into BDSM, she like a bit of power house sex, her personality was a difficult thing to go against. But not hurt, that was a no no to her. So last evening she had followed Kim home, this had been the fourth time this week, it was now Friday and she had sat there until almost 9 o'clock and no sign of a Mr Rider. So she would do it again tonight, to see if the mysterious Mr Rider was actually around, away or gone. She was looking at Kim, she called her that in her head, face to the front, and eyes to the left. As Kim turned her way Monica looked down, but also lifted her skirt higher than she usually did up her left leg. Her right leg rose and she laid her ankle on her left knee, she knew just what was being exposed. She had practiced this very movement, and knew for certain that her panty covered pussy was tantalizingly on view. Kim saw it quite plainly; she was shocked to see Monica behave quite this way. She knew she had to be a flirt, a tease, 'but why tease me,' she thought. But if she was honest with herself, she quite liked it too. Kim was flattered and felt a little honored too. She also guessed correctly, that Monica must have lesbian tendencies; another teacher had told her she thought had too. Kim on her part had tried girl on girl sex in college; and it had been a very torrid but short lived affair. Then she had married her long time boy friend who, as it turned out after marriage was nothing but a waster who wanted to just live and not work. So here she was, newly divorced and certainly not looking for another man, not for a long time she had decided. She always had plenty of offers, more than she wanted, so she decided to replace her wedding ring to help keep them away. Kim was 5ft 8" and extremely attractive, very intelligent, hence this teaching post she was really too young for. She was 28 years old, long blond hair that she wore in buns, plaids, pony tails, and sometimes down, but she always thought that at school it made her look too young, so she didn't do it very often. She did miss her sex life, it had been good with Tim, her now ex, but she was celibate now, and intended to remain so for the immediate future at least. She had bought a vibrator and others bits so she did get some satisfaction. But it would never compare to reality. She was trying to make up her mind whether to or not have a word with Monica. Talk to her about her possible inappropriate behavior. But if she was right, it may make things worse she pondered. Then as she glanced at Monica her eyes nearly popped out of her head. There she was looking down, her foot on one knee, her skirt at the side was up near her hip. And Kim could clearly see the bulge of her pussy against the tautness of the skimpy thong Monica had on. She was almost frozen to the spot, fortunately the bell went, and her class gathered up their things and started filing out. Her bodily reaction had been almost instantaneous, her knees wobbled, and her insides melted. She managed to flop down into her chair before she fell over. Monica saw the effect she had had on her teacher and grinned happily herself, she had finally seen the kind of spontaneous response from her that she had wanted to see. What she had to do now was to get her alone, be alone with her, make a connection with her and then hopefully take it from there. She was nearly nineteen going twenty nine in her mind. Yet despite her young age, she knew what she wanted; it was the getting that could cause a hiccough. She walked past her teacher's desk, Kim was staring at her bog eyed almost, and Monica gave her the sweetest and sexiest smile she could muster, and said softly. "Have a great week end Kim, and don't do anything I wouldn't do." Then she was trotting out of the door. Kim was glad she was sat down, she had never been so nonplussed about something in her life, no one had ever up ended her like this. Now she knew for sure that Monica was up to something, but her disposition told her it was otherwise. But, as the saying goes, 'you can't always see the wood for the trees!' By the following Friday Kim was in a bit of a mess with herself as to what to do about Monica, all week she had been secretly, and blatantly teasing her teacher. And Kim, much to her distress, was watching her more and more, she found herself wondering what was next. Her internal interests were being titillated and enthralled, by this very determined young black girl. She found she was waiting for the next flash, glimpse, and look with those enthralling, and all encompassing eyes. Monica was also contemplating the situation, what to do next, make a play for Kim, keep teasing, try to force her into another response as she had before? She was doodling when the bell went and they rose to go. Monica was the last to leave, she hesitated in front of her teacher's desk, Kim looked up, she didn't want to, she knew she would be staring into those deep dark liquid pools. Monica smiled sexily at her. Her eyes were saying the words that deafened Kim. "Come on teach, you know you want to look at me, take me in!" And Kim took the bait. "Monica,can we have a chat please before you leave, that's if you don't mind?" Her words sounded stuttering, garbled, and definitely childish and befuddled to her, but Monica was happy to say nod her assent. "Why sure Kim," she said, "what's it about, can I help you with a problem you have, what can I do for you, hmmmm?" Her lips parted as if in a breathless response to her teacher. As she pouted her answer to her, Kim gazed at her full black lips, the pink bit, the tip of a cheeky tongue poking out suggestively. Her bright white teeth behind them, as if hypnotized by her young pupil. Monica was looking down at her, and her eyes were laughing, challenging, tempting and teasing, seductive, and her words, signals and unsaid intent, weren't lost on the gorgeous blond teacher. "Firstly," Kim managed to say, stammering a little, and forcing herself to avert her eyes from her pupil, before she stood up and said something really stupid. "I am your teacher, your form teacher, Mrs Rider to you Monica, not Kim, okay?" The confidant young black beauty was feeling more and surer of herself. That the horse she was backing was going to win this race, and very handsomely too. "Come on Kim," she said forcing the issue, "we're alone here, just two adult women in each other's company, first names only, right!" It was a challenge. But Kim let it pass; she decided quickly that this argument wouldn't go anywhere. She thought about what to say, she felt as if she was on the back foot when she shouldn't be. "Monica what you are doing in class is wrong, and you could get into trouble for using inappropriate behavior of a sexual nature." She said, but not convincingly. Monica laughed, and stared, if not glared at her wilting gorgeous blond teacher. She could see that she had, what upper hand there was to be had. Kim was sat down, and Monica would keep her that way, she moved around the desk, Kim unwittingly turned her swivel chair her way, and Monica more or less stood right in front of her. "Now Kim," she said, "that isn't quite the case, is it?" Monica took a deep breath, made up her mind that it was now or never. "It seems to me," she began, "that every time I look up at you, you are looking at me, checking me out as it were, I know when someone finds me attractive, most people do, and you do too, don't you?" she told her. "I see you looking at my long legs, do you like them Kim?" she lifted one up and forward keeping it straight. "I do have great legs don't I Kim, even though I do say so myself." she asked her softly. She stood on one delicately, a shapely knee slightly lifted. Her hand raised the hem of her skirt by about 4 inches. Her teacher's eyes fastened on them involuntarily. In this close, Monica's skin had a glow about it, a shining silkiness, it gleamed in the light. Monica slid them together, and then apart. Her teacher couldn't take her eyes off the sight in front of her, she was transfixed. "You look at my breasts too I notice Kim," Monica carried on, she lifted both in the palm's of her hands. "And my face in particular, I've seen you licking your lips when you look at me. In fact Kim," she continued, "I'm beginning to think you might want to kiss me, am I correct, you want to don't you, am I right Kim, hmmmm?" She leaned forward into her teacher's space. Monica couldn't have punched her any harder. Her teacher's mouth opened and closed, she struggled for her breath, and her hands slid around on her desk. Her beautiful blond head bowed down under the weight of her pupil pushing her untouched and innocently She had never been confronted like this before, she was getting beaten to the verbal punch, nailed, and she couldn't get out from under. She didn't know how to handle this, how to respond to it, to her, if there even was a response to be had. She knew she was being maneuvered, manipulated, propositioned without it being said, and she also knew that Monica had the biggest favor in her corner that she could have had. She had her undeniable strength of character, the belief and confidence in herself. She was stronger than her mentally, that was all too obvious now. And her seemingly irresistible and classical black beauty was something she was finding difficult to reconcile with. "I'm your teacher Monica, why are you..., what do you want?" She nearly bleated. Monica smiled to herself, 'almost there,' she said in her mind. She put her hand on Kim's head and stroked her; it was like a sympathetic gesture, one of condolence, solace even. "Please Monica, don't do that," her voice was weakening now, cracking. She knew Monica was lesbian, "I'm not that way inclined; it's not what you think Monica, okay?" Monica stroked her some more, Kim shook her head, but was too confused, even weak to get up. Monica massaged her shoulder one handed, then moved around her back and did it to both. This brought a definite moan from her teacher; her head went with Monica's soothing hands, and an unheard plea for her to stop. "Where is your coat and purse Kim?" Monica asked gently. "In the store room behind you, why?" she replied quietly, she had no idea of what to do. For the very first time ever, she didn't have control, or have a handle on what was happening. Monica was making her feel maddenly wonderful. She actually was enjoying being toyed with by her, it was getting her excited. "Go and get them Kim," she told her, "we had better leave," Monica said. Looking at her pupil quizzically, Kim tottered to her feet and staggered slowly in. Monica raced to the classroom door and locked it, and then she ran back to the store room, while Kim was still in it. She got there and closed the door behind her. "What, er, why, why have you shut the door Monica?" She was almost ready to beg to be allowed out. Monica just looked at her almost puzzled, but happy. 'She should know the answer to that?' she told herself. Kim stepped hesitantly forward; Monica reached out, put her hand to the back of her teacher's neck and pulled her the rest of the way. Kim put her hands up in a sort of defensive gesture Monica dropped both of her hands, stooped, and took a hold of her teachers skirt and pulled it right up to her waist. She took Kim's left wrist in her right hand and pushed around her back, Monica took it in her left and her teacher was trapped in her grip. Monica walked her two steps to get her teacher's back to the wall, and in more ways than one. She put her right hand on her pussy, stroked it with her middle finger, and then tickled it. Kim yelped in such surprise, but couldn't fight the hold she was in. "Do you want to ask that question again Kim. Why have I locked the door?" she breathed her hot sweet breath into her face. Her teacher was paralyzed; her knees had clamped together and that's all she could do. Her head dropped in shock on to Monica's shoulder and she shook with fear. There was also a certain amount of surrendering arousal. She managed to lift her lovely blond head, tried to speak but nothing came out. Her beautiful black pupil was staring down right into her own blue, million watt eyes that were fixed back into hers. Monica kissed her, her eyes popped wide open in unsolicited surprise. She was miles away in any attempted rejection, her lips locked, super glued, and she fell into it. Monica broke it, got her hand inside of her teacher's panties and fingered her wet clit. Her finger grazed over the little nub sending spasms though her hapless teacher. Kim ass was flat against the wall, nowhere to go, no way off. She was panting, her lips were quivering, and her heart rate was punching a hole through her chest. Looking at her, Monica said. "Do you want me to make you cum for me Kim?" and nodded her head yes to her, Kim followed suit blindly, nodding her own head yes obediently. "Or," she hesitated with a knowing smile, "shall I not let you cum until I say you can?" she shook her head no, and again her teacher blindly followed suit once more, shaking her head, no. Then her young black tormentor just pulled away, opened the door and walked out. Kim nearly fell down, she was on her own two feet, without Monica's body for support. At the door Monica stopped, turned and said. "Kim, I will be at your house to see you tonight at 8pm. If you are on your own, be ready for me, and wear something special too. Those school clothes don't do a beautiful sexy woman like you any justice at all. If not, I'll see you next week for answers okay?" Then she left her teacher who flopped against the wall to keep her up. It was another thirty minutes before Kim could leave, she was in a stunned daze, and her panties were soaking, her nipples ached, and she actually wondered why. She didn't have the intellectual strength right then to collate that to what had just happened to her. When she got home the first thing she did was to get her vibrator out, to bring herself off. As she lay on her bed with it in her hand to start, she thought about Monica, what she had done, how she had done it. And she thought about her own very extremely weak and negative response to her. She turned the buzzing weapon off, she lost interest in it. Knowing she was on her own this Friday night, with no particular plans for the evening, she absent mindedly started looking at items of her clothing, which totally contradicted her school apparel. She was unconsciously preparing herself for the visit from Monica, one that, unless she went out, she couldn't prevent. She half heartedly decided that to try and help her regain the control, or some anyway. She would dress in a very sexy more mature woman way. "Fight fire with fire," were her reasonable thoughts. She chose a short skirt, shorter than Monica wore, high backless heels, no stockings, no bra and no panties, a small top, which snuggled around her, she put her hair up, wound a silver chain through it. Kim did her make up to perfection. She checked herself in the mirror, "Perfection Kim, as always!" she smiled to herself, "no wonder you are so sought after!" But Kim also knew that she had never been pursued like this, and by a girl nine years younger than her, and black too. It was always the men, the boys, who were on her case, not knowing they didn't have a chance. It would be a long time in hell before she let a man near her again, except maybe for satisfaction purposes only. But she also admitted that Monica was unparalleled in the beauty stakes in her school. Monica Sets Her Sights Monica had side swept her feet from under her, the sexual chase had stopped her reasoning functional mind. Somehow her brain wasn't functioning properly, she really didn't think she was in any danger, she was thinking that a few choice words of reason would settle the matter. And Monica would be put in her place, see the light, apologize, go away and become Monica Sears, her pupil once more. She could not have been more wrong, and she would find out a few minutes after her arrival. The door bell rang, Kim glided to her door, opened it and there she was. Her attire surprised, and even disappointed her a little. Monica was dressed in black high heels that put her well above Kim's height, and had a long woolen coat on. Her hair was also up, and with a gold chain through hers. Kim could see she had done her face and it took her breath away, she truly was a wonderful and daringly beautiful creature. "Monica, hello, please come in," she said pleasantly. Monica followed her into her sitting room, and Kim said, "Please may I take your coat Monica." Monica answered before doing so and said. "I have to say Kim you look absolutely, and astonishingly beautiful. It's easy to see why you are definitely the hottest teacher in school." Kim blushed modestly, and thanked her. Monica took her coat off and Kim nearly collapsed. She was wearing only high heels, stockings, a thong, and a small bra that hardly contained her ample breasts. And it was all in black satin, she glowed, her sexuality encompassed her teacher and Kim could feel the heat coming from her. Now she knew that her plans, and her reasoning were a none starter, a no go, zip, nada, a big nothing. She felt her stomach lurch, her heart almost stopped beating, and her nipples pinged under her top. Her mouth hanging open, she stared slack jawed at the incongruous black scantily dressed gorgeous young woman. Monica smiled at her, advanced like a cobra on her victim, took her in her slender arms and kissed her. Kim melted like ice in the hot sun, her body burst into flames as the strong black satin skinned girl bent her backwards in the kiss. She was powerless to resist her. "Now Kim, what was it you were going to say, Hmmmm?" she asked softly into her teachers succulent mouth. Her lips were moist with passion. Monica spoke through touching lips, and she was turned right on, as she knew she would be. There was no way she would be able to remain aloof from this, but she had to give Kim the perception she was in full control of her. She half stepped to the sofa and she lowered Kim to her soon would be doom, seduced by her stunning new black girl lover. Monica with great difficulty arranged herself around her and Kim was ensnared. She pushed her top up, captured her first nipple and Kim was howling softly into Monica's neck. Her finger tips had the control, her lips sought and found her teacher's, and Kim was in total surrender, sublime submission. She kissed her back as hard and as aggressively as she could. Her left arm once again restrained in Monica's right, and Monica did what she wanted, and when her fingers slid into her pussy, Kim cried out in unremitted ecstasy. Monica spent an age fondling and kissing her beautiful older lover, Kim would not be allowed time or space to even consider what was happening. The kisses became longer and deeper; intermittently her nipples would be eaten alive. Fingers would play the tune in her pussy that kept her ass dancing up and down. "Monica, I'm going to cum, Oh God Monica!" she waffled into her mouth. Monica stopped all activity, "No you are not Kim, not yet, you will have your first cum with me when I say you can, and not until, understand?" Her mouth and fingers left her, she wiggled about. "Please Monica, don't do this to me, please, make me, let me cum, pleeeeease!" "You will cum when I say you can, got it!" Monica told her. "Monica, I'll do anything, please make me, let me, oh Monica," tears filled her beautiful blue eyes and Monica almost gave in. But she held firm, this would be the lesson that would cement their respective positions, Monica had learned this at an early stage in her lesbian career. Kim started to relax, then Monica rebuilt the steam needed for her to keep her charge where she wanted her. Soon, her teacher was going again, and again Monica refused her release. Kim begged her, implored her, and offered her anything. But Monica kept on the torment, many times Kim tried to fool her, and also break free, and every time she failed. Eventually Monica decided it was time for Kim to have her first release. As she built her up once more, she kept saying. "Tell me Kim, who do you belong to, do you belong to me, are you mine now? Tell the truth and I will make you cum." Kim promised Monica her life, everything she owned. Monica lowered her mouth to hers and the kiss she gave her was the kiss to end all kisses, both women loved it, and soon Kim hips were bumping along the bottom, rising and falling, fearing Monica would hold her captive in her sexual domain again. But no, this time Monica took her to the top and told her to cum. "Go on Kim, have it, it's time, do it, cum for me you gorgeous woman, cum for me, only me." And Kim exploded into a fireball of orgasmic flames; they devoured her, burned to a crisp. Her life fled her, her body convulsed as the waves of climaxing washed away all her defences, her stomach tensed, her ass nipped, her nipples disintegrated, and her pussy melted under the flood of hot cum squeezing from it. Both women were in utopia, Monica had got what everyone else had wanted, the gorgeous sexy beautiful teacher. The boys would be devastated to learn of their sexy teacher's seduction this way, if they ever found out. And it had far outweighed the prospects of Monica being expelled, ruined forever. Kim, because she never ever thought of this, a cataclysmic orgasm brought about at the hands of an unknown and expert seducer of other women, and of such exquisite beauty. Kim lay on her back still, and still in the grip of the girl who had taken her so far outside of her personal boundaries. She wondered if she would ever find her way back, and indeed, would she want to after this. She closed her eyes in thought, she had had powerful orgasms in the past, but nothing she had done in the past could be compared to this, there was no yard stick to measure it with, it was an unknown conundrum to her. Monica had never felt better in her whole young life, she had seduced and conquered a beautiful blond woman about 9 years her senior, and knew she would and could again. Her black beautiful sexiness had been too much for Kim, she had been swamped by her, over run, and trampled. But, and it was a big but, she knew for certain that she wouldn't be able to hold Kim and control her all the way. She was too much of a woman for that, had too much intelligence and knew too much about life, more than she knew. Anyway, she was more than looking forward to Kim having her way with her too. She looked at her barely unbelievable conquest, how on earth had she done it this so concisely? Her heart skipped a beat, she remembered their kisses, her body crackled with electrical arousal for her. And, she decided there and then, she would not be letting her go that easily, there was a lot more fun to be had. Monica would not be leaving her teacher alone this night, she would share her bed, it would be none negotiable! The black feline girl stretched languidly beside her beautiful blond haired lover, her school teacher. 'God,' Monica told herself, 'she is so fucking hot!' She gently stroked her arm and whispered. "Well Kim, what have you got to say now hmmmm, any regrets?" Kim looked sideways at her and their eyes locked in their own embrace. "How can I possibly complain about that?" she answered, "but, and it's not for discussing right now, we do, and will have issues Monica." The teacher was too far gone to make a complaint, "But right now, you just get that luscious sexy black body back on top of me and kiss me again. I want you Monica Sears, every morsel of you darling." Monica sighed with utter relief; there would be no arguments, no discussion about what why and how. She climbed right over her teacher, head to toe, and kissed her, she held her tight, forced herself on to her, letting Kim know who had whom. Tonight it was going to be her show, tomorrow? Well, that was another day she told herself. She ground her hips and thighs into the woman held below her, the responding mewl was enough to tell her if she was doing it right. Their breasts tight together, both feeling the other's rock hard nipples grinding into their skins. Lips mashed, tongues poked and battled playfully. Monica slowly rose above Kim; her knees climbed up the sides of her soft white body, the change in colours between them excited both greatly. The teacher watched in sheer awe as Monica's fabulously formed body reared above her. The unbelievable contrast of her creamy white skin that was completely compromised by Monica's gleaming black startled her totally. Soon her knees were slotting over Kim's shoulders and arms, Kim was faced with her first black pussy. Monica edged forward; Kim's eyes were on the pink glistening inner lips she knew would soon be upon her, the soft tight curls of jet black silky hair tickled her chin. Her arms trapped, she was now a very willing captive. The thought even, of this young girl forcing her into this, cracked an unexpected thrill and a rumbling climax searing through her. Monica, head bent down watching, could only cry inwardly with the utter feeling of desire and want, for the woman under her control. Her eyes told Kim it was time, time to pay homage to her black silk soaking pussy. Monica lifted then lowered herself on to her beautiful teachers face. The slathering hot flesh burned as it slid over and around, while Monica positioned herself to where she wanted to be. To give Kim the optimum opportunity to do what Monica wanted, insisted, and make her do. Her tongue entered the golden black cave filled with sweet tasting nectar; Kim sucked and drank, licked and supped on the black honey pot encasing her mouth and nose. She had never been led to water to drink, but she was drinking this and wanted more of it. The heat, and the smell, all combined to make her want to serve the black young goddess now securely fitted to her. Monica's pussy was her own octopus enveloping its prey before devouring it. Monica reached behind her, keeping her eyes fixed on the blond headed teacher held between her soft, toned, and powerful thighs. She took her nipples between thumb and fingers, gripped them tight and twisted them, then she pulled them as hard as she could without separating them from Kim's body. Kim's body arched beneath her, her eyes bulged, they said, 'Please Monica no.' But the girl kept on, Kim had to accept the pain, and then it started mixing with her pleasure, the pain, the delight, the need, the longing, the yearning, for the girl above her to tear her to shreds became irresistible. She wanted Monica to hurt her, to make her beg for more, beg for less. The sight above her was one to behold, Monica's black skin shone and shimmered as she moved over her, her creamy dark thighs cushioned her face. Her firm upturned breasts, thick brown nipples dared her to touch them, knowing she couldn't. Kim wanted to take her nipples between wanton fingers, but as she was trapped there was no possibility, she made a mental note to do it as soon as possible. Then Monica sank her fingers back into her captive teacher's hot pussy, and Kim came hard and long, and very loud, but muffled into the pussy swimming on her mouth, her love juices, and Kim's saliva mixed to form the slipway of love. Then the biggest surprise to Kim in her life, Monica unloaded the biggest and most copious amount of cum into her open mouth, there was so much it chased over her cheeks, swam into her eyes and flooded the helpless woman under her. Monica held her position, aware that her teacher would struggle to breathe; she saw this as a sudden aid to cement her powers over her. Kim did struggle but weakly, Monica lifted herself up briefly, cum dripped out into Kim's wide open gasping mouth. She had to swallow to breathe; she did so with great determination. Her eyes fixed on her gorgeous black young dominant pupil, she wanted to show her, that no matter how much of her sugary nectar she had to take, she would take it all. Monica smiled down, she knew what she was saying, so she dropped back into place and Kim swallowed and sucked. Twice more Monica lifted and dropped until she had no more cum to give and Kim could breathe through her nose once again. Monica took it upon herself to service her blond teacher; she jumped up, whipped around, landed back on Kim's face, and buried her own head between her wide open legs and took her pussy in with one huge sucking clamp. Kim opened and closed her legs around Monica's soft haired head, which was all she could do, her clit was bitten, sucked and licked, her ass hole got poked, she was stricken with arousal that would not be denied. Another life threatening orgasm erupted from within her, she saw stars, she was blinded, her body ceased to be. No one, man or previous girlfriend, and definitely not her husband had taken her like this. She was completely and interminably upended in every way. She opened her eyes to find she was lying on her side, her head on a shoulder, and in the arms of her lover and conqueror. Her life from this moment on would never be the same, no matter where it went, what she did, nothing would ever suppress this, or indeed, overtake it. She snuggled in, and then heard soft and level breathing, she was asleep. She softly pressed her nostrils into Monica's sweet soft black skin and inhaled her aroma; this was a smell she would never forget, ever! Monica was slumbering; her darling black girl was asleep with her, in her own bed. She peered at the clock, 11pm. "Hmmmm," she thought, "well I don't know what the plan was, but it can wait until the morning now." Kim closed her eyes too, her thoughts well and truly on this evening, and before she dropped off, tomorrow. Their night passed easily and peacefully, both slept like the babes they were. They sent the whole night at peace wrapped up in each other, arms and legs continually entwined. When morning broke, they awakened each other with soft gentle and languid movements, skin sliding on skin. Kim jumped slightly in alarm, she had forgotten momentarily about last evening. Then the memory came back, she smiled fuzzily but happily too, and gratefully to Monica, and then to herself. And before Monica was fully aware of herself, Kim was on her with a super heated kiss of her own. Monica fell straight into it. Kim gazed down at the wondrous black girl in her arms, she was utterly hypnotized by her deep dark eyes, like a mile deep pits waiting for her to throw herself into, she sighed a happy grateful sigh. Monica's deep dark skin was a magnet to her, pulling her in and possibly never to find a way out. Monica's arm went around her neck, and pulled her down, Kim was over her, but Monica was leading the way. "Where is your vibrator Kim?" She asked, Kim's eyes widened in surprise. "How..., er I mean, I don't have one," she whispered and looked away, caught like a kiddie with her hand in the cookie jar. Monica smiled, then grinned, she knew where it would be, in the drawer next to the bed, the question was, which side. She pictured Kim lying on her back deciding to reach for it. So she would turn, her right arm crossing her body and open the drawer. Monica did what she saw Kim doing and did it, she slid the draw open, and there, wrapped in a soft cloth was the terminator Kim used on herself. Smiling broadly, she took it out, "Well," she said, "would you look at that," she teased, "I wonder where this came from?" Kim smiled too, Monica had pounced again. "I hope its fully charged Kim?" she said turning it on, the buzz was heard by them both, as well as felt by the young black woman as she rose on one elbow and took prominent position. Kim rolled on to her back and just looked at her (mistress?) Monica had been in command since she arrived last night, if only by consent really, but in command she had been. Putting her right arm around and under Kim's shoulders, she took her wrist; her left arm was under Monica's body. Monica slid a tender long black leg over Kim's and hooked her heel under her teacher's calf. The only thing that had any freedom now was Kim's own right leg, and that might as well be hanging off a tree for all the good it would be. Kim looked up into 'those' eyes, a look of pure innocence, fear, and some anticipation on her face. She was really getting more excited each time her beautiful black pupil took control. She knew she would make her cum, or God forbid it, not let her. This thought was one she didn't want. "Please," she said gutturally, huskily, she was already in the throes of an impending orgasm. Her back arched up, her ass and shoulders went down, as if her body was trying to get the vibrator, or Monica to do something, anything! "Please what baby?" Monica whispered, and kissed her lips before Kim could even think of a response. Monica's tongue delved in, she sucked on Kim's lips. She put the vibrator down and snared a nipple between thumb nail and two finger nails. This she nipped tight, Kim's aroused scream was silenced by her mouth being covered with Monica's. Monica tightened her grip on the gorgeous blond in her arms. Kim's right leg kicked upwards, outwards, back down, her knee slid out, her foot came up, it was, and she was, helpless. "Now let us see what we can do here Kim shall we, hmmmm?" Monica pressed down with her kiss, and Kim was hard into her pillow. She pulled the nipple up holding hard with her three nails; Kim again cried into Monica's hot mouth, shaking her head was her only way of communicating her pain. But the pain was mixing with her need for this girl to keep going, to hurt, and to arouse her more and more. Kim was in a blending machine of her own, and Monica's making. Her mind began to whizz, her responses were beginning to boil and bubble. The crying need from her pussy found its voice in her head. Kim was suddenly more desperate to cum than she had ever been before, never in her life were the desire, and that desperate need to cum more than it was right now. "Pleathe Monitha," she burbled into the girl's mouth as she brought her school teacher higher and higher. Monica had herself never been here, what was happening, what she was doing was brand new. But she had this sixth sense somehow, that what she was doing was what she wanted to do, and more than that, her blond teacher wanted her to carry her onwards. Kim collapsed inside, she needed relief, to cum, she wiggled and waggled her hips, pushed her tongue into the black lipped mouth that held her as if she had been fixed to it. Monica lifted from her lips from her, and an exquisite eyebrow cocked itself, "Mrs Rider, what is it hmmmm, I might be wrong, but I don't think so, are you wanting to cum Mrs Rider?" And as before, her mouth covered her teachers, and her nails dug deeper. "Arghhhh Oh Monitha, pleathe pleathe Monitha!" she kind of sobbed into the luscious mouth driving her crazy. Not feeling Monica letting go of her nipples, her surprise was complete when long black slender fingers slid into her rampantly squealing pussy and over her clit. Kim would have hit the ceiling had she been free to do so. She was just about to cum when the fingers left. "Nnnnnngh," she grunted loudly, her hips rising and falling on to none existent fingers. Her eyes opened to see Monica slowly shaking her head. 'No,' she wasn't saying, 'not yet, you cum when I say so, and not before!' She understood her position quite clearly, Monica was a lot stronger than her physically, Kim was fit, very fit. But she was nowhere as near as strong as her pupil, Monica had strength as well as fitness. Monica Sets Her Sights "Monica, darling, please make me cum, please let me, please Monica," she was beseeching her young, and oh so beautiful black pupil. Monica loved the power she was exerting over the blond goddess in her grip. Nine years older, married, a school teacher, a woman of the world. But she was meeting her match in more ways than one. "You'll cum when I let you Kim, not before, or I tell you that you can cum, do you understand me?" she breathed her words into Kim's upturned face, she again mangled her nipples and clit to emphasize her place in her teacher's life. Kim writhed under her, trying to force a cum out, but failing at the last hurdle every time. Each time she was on the ridge, Monica stopped activity. She was looking down at Kim, tears of utter frustration in her huge blue eyes. Her face a mask of despair, need, and desire. Monica slid her hand under Kim's ass and penetrated her little brown hole with her middle finger. Kim's ass took off, only to be kept down by Monica's leg firmly pressed down on hers. But it gave Kim what she wanted; she came in a huge crying garbled scream as the climax her in every port. Her nipples disintegrated, burst like fireworks, her stomach clenched and heaved, she nearly vomited in the intensity, her pussy melted in the inferno. Her body gave up, she fell into herself as her orgasm rolled and rattled its way around, over, under, and through her. Monica pressed her kiss to her, she was a little annoyed that Kim had cum, but it had been her that made her, she hadn't intended this just yet, but the end results were the same. Kim knew now where and who she was with. The young black lesbian goddess had subdued her teacher totally. Her blond beautiful married teacher who up until now, had only ever done this the one time. She was tamed, this was Monica's unknown and unintended intention. Monica watched Kim as she gasped inwardly, breathed deeply, her face flush red with complete a fulfillment, satisfaction and contentment. Her fabulous tits were rising and falling, and so inviting Monica couldn't resist leaning over and sucking one gently, causing her lover to moan for her. Kim was lying now spread eagled, arms outstretched, legs akimbo, head thrown back, her soft silky blond hair a tangled mess on her pillows. Monica smiled in full appreciation of the woman she had taken and captured, but there was more, were they in love now, did she love Kim, did Kim love her back in return? It was a conundrum only time would tell. Monica left her there, she wanted to cum desperately herself, but knew she would have to wait now until Kim had recovered. She went and walked around the house, there were no photos of a husband, this intrigued the naked beautiful black girl. She drifted here and there, looking, opening doors, drawers and cupboards. She found nothing worth worrying about and went back to her teacher lover. Kim was slumbering it appeared so she went into the bathroom, ran it long and hot then stepped in, she figured Kim would want to find her there. She slipped Kim's oils and scents in, and wallowed back to wait and rest. She was laid back, eyes closed when she felt a hand run up from her stomach to her tits. Just managing to stay still, she pretended she was herself asleep. Kim caressed her orbs, and gently ran a nail over her nipples which grew by the millisecond. Monica felt a gentle kiss on her lips and savoured it, then Kim's hand delved below the water line and stroked her clit. It was more than Monica could bear, she opened her eyes and said, "Well hello there sleepy head, I was wondering where you were, are you getting in?" she moved to one side, but Kim took the initiative, she dug her middle finger into Monica's pussy, and her immediate response was the one Kim was looking for. Monica's head went back and her thighs opened for Kim to have her fun too. This was what she had been wanting from her blond lover, fingered and loved to orgasm, and it wouldn't take long either. She gripped the edges of the bath, her long black hair hung over the end, and swayed to the movements being caused in her hot pussy. Her feet rose out of the water and rested by her heels on the edges. Kim moved closer and kissed the black oil painting full on her pouting lips, her tongue invaded her satin mouth. Kim saw her nipples expand and wanted nothing more than to suck one in and eat it. Suddenly without warning Monica howled an unearthly moan, her hips jiggered from side to side. Then a plume of milky yet transparent liquid popped out of the water through Kim's fingers. She had cum for her teacher, and teacher watched in amazed fascination. Monica shot out her love juice for Kim to see it settle onto the surface and float away spreading out from her. She was utterly stunned to witness such an event, she had read about some women who could spout their cum out as if having a piss, but she had never seen it. Now she had, and it killed her with curiosity, but Monica's feet suddenly splashing back into the water brought her out of her reverie. Without thinking about it, Kim put her fingers to her mouth and sucked off some of Monica's cum, with the scented oils it was all she could ask for. The girl kept on amazing and confounding the older blond beauty. She hung on to the edge of the bath and stared wild eyed at the black form lounging in the water before her. She stood, threw her negligee away and got in with her. She palmed Monica's cum in the water; Monica looked at her, and said kindly. "You do realise Kim don't you, that you are my baby now, even if you are my teacher at school, and some years older, yes?" Kim's eyes fixed on her for a moment and then she nodded her lovely head. "I don't know how I'm going to do this Monica, but I can't see myself being without you now, not after all this," she told her. "You do realise that I am divorced though? But he is history now. You are the future, my future." "I have to ask you Kim, this isn't your first time with another woman is it?" she asked. Kim shook her blond head, and then told Monica of her one and only time at college with her roomie, and after that and until now, it had been boys and men all the way. Kim's finger found their way back into Monica's wet slit, she moaned delightfully. "Let's finish off here Kim and go back to bed, I need to make love to you, then I'm going to fuck your school teacher brains out, okay!" and she laughed happily. They splashed and played but washed each other off, dried, and hurried back to bed. They jumped into the sex smelling sheets; they were still damp with cum and perspiration. Monica immediately got Kim on her back and 69'd her. Kim could only see the twin black moons over her face, and in the centre, was the centre of her new world, a pink wet slit, soft loose lips, surrounded by curly, silky black hair. She lifted her head to lick it, but Monica beat her to it. Her long tongue dipped right into Kim's pussy and she exploded like a bomb. She was completely stricken, her arms flopped sideways, her legs stiffened, and her back arched upwards. Then the two moons dropped on to her, and she was smothered, Monica's ass cheeks gathered around her face, and her sweet black pussy covered her mouth. Monica had her held down, her knees either side of her and her feet over her arms, she was trapped in a wrestling hold that she could never break. And now she attacked her beautiful blond teacher's pussy the way she never had attacked a pussy. She munched it, chewed it, sucked it like an industrial hoover, and licked it. Her hands under her ass poked at toyed with her little brown crinkly hole. If Kim could have writhed she would have done, but there was nothing she could do to dislodge the invading tongue, and the sucking luscious lips, striking at her very being, and her ass was twitching open and closed with each poke of a finger. Kim managed to lift her head and made a token gesture of returning the favour, but that's all it was, she was being done, and being done like no man, nor woman, had done her before. She felt the storming rumble of her first orgasm building, the volcanic eruption was upon her, her hips drove up at Monica's mouth and shot her cum at her, Monica drank from the blond furry cup and sated her thirst. Now satisfied with her endeavours, she up righted herself and sat firm and tight on Kim's face, Kim obeyed the silent command, even though her body was rocketing off in different directions. The first thing Monica did was to capture Kim's nipples in her nails again, and torture them, she heard Kim squeal under her but carried on for a while. Then relenting a little she took the hard nubs in her fingers proper, and began the slow twisting, tweaking and gentle pulling, knowing all the while the effect she would be having on the blond beauty secured beneath her. She wiggled her ass as she felt the heat within her building, Kim was a great pussy sucker and licker, even Monica knew she would cum again soon, very soon. She felt the moment rising and lifted her gorgeous ass just enough to look down and see Kim's bright red and wet face. Then she came, she moved back a little and watched her cum spit out into Kim's open mouth while she was gasping for breath. Her pussy hit the target, then her cum spread out and covered her face, Kim's tongue came out to harvest the hive of nectar dripping into, and on her. Monica settled down and Kim sucked and licked every drop from the succulent white hot pussy, Monica took her nipples once more and caressed them gently, keeping Kim on the boil while she drained herself into her captive's beautiful mouth. When she had finished Monica had to stay still for several moments whilst she recovered from her monumental cum. Then with determination, she hopped off, hurried to the bathroom and got a warm wet towel. She returned and wiped Kim's face softly, slowly and gently, dabbing at the corners of her mouth and eyes. Then she cleaned herself, including her pussy, then Kim's. After that it was cuddle and love time, hugging and kissing, soft feminine love shared between them. It was noon before they stirred again, they showered together amidst much kissing, fondling, and groping of the other, breaking into long giggles when the tickling got too much. They repaired naked together to Kim's kitchen, where they made a large lunch for two very hungry sexy Amazon warriors. One black, one white, both beautiful. As they ate sat next to each other, legs in contact the whole time Monica spoke. "We need to go and buy a few things Kim don't we?" "Do we, what things?" she asked innocently. Monica rolled her gorgeous dark eyes, thinking, 'What is she like?' "Things like toys Kim?" she offered. Kim looked blank, then a slow smile spread across her face, the room lit up. "Ah, yes Monica, I'm with you, toys for me and you, right?" She giggled. "For a teacher you are a bit slow on the uptake Kim," Monica laughed. Kim laughed too, admitting her slowness. Kim looked pensive, and gave Monica a look. "But can we be seen together shopping, or whatever Monica," she said, "won't it raise a few eye brows if we are seen out, like a couple?" Monica thought about this and replied, "The way I see it Kim is this, we can and will keep it from school, we won't have issues there, we've had those haven't we, and that's why we're here aren't we? But after hours, we are friends to the outside world, and lovers indoors. Now I know I can do it, how about you?" Kim sat for a while, and said, "I don't see why not Monica, let's try it and see how it goes, I'm game, but we'll have to be careful we don't let it slip. I could and would lose my job, what it would do to you I hate to imagine. And if it got into the gutter press, God knows what would happen." Monica saw her point and agreed totally. Then to lighten the mood she stood, Kim did the same. Monica walloped her hard twice on her bare ass before she could respond, "Now Mrs Rider, get your lovely ass up those stairs and get ready for me. I'm doing the dishes, and I want to see how good you can look for the woman you love!" Kim laughed until she cried, but rubbed her tender ass, and went Monica called after her," And if I don't like how you're dressed for me, you are going over my knee teach, I'll make you see what I want!" Kim giggled her way up, but not knowing that that was what was going to happen anyway. Monica was going to fully capture Mrs Rider one way or the other. Today she intended would be the first day of her new life. Monica thought about Kim, she was a very special woman, a super sexy beautiful woman, and now she had got her for her own. She had wanted this from the day she had walked into school and introduced herself as Mrs. Rider, your new form teacher. But now the pupil was the mistress, the teacher. Kim would learn that, she would know her place in their lives. Kim came down and took Monica's breath away, she had never seen a more seductive, sexy, or beautiful woman anywhere. She took Kim's arm, yanked her into the sitting room, and threw her over her knees. Then she spanked her as hard as she could. Kim struggled but couldn't stop her, soon tears were flowing, she settled and lay still until Monica finished. "Why Monica have you done that?" she sobbed, "I dressed like this just for you, no one else. I'll go and change, I'm sorry," tears rolled down her cheeks. She had said 'sorry' to her. Now Monica knew she was right, Kim was giving up her equal rights between them. "Darling Kim," she said taking her in her arms. "I've never seen a sexier more beautiful woman than you," she told her with a soft kiss. "Except maybe for me?" she added. I love you, I love the way you are, I love who you are, and now Kim, you are mine, aren't you?" A light seemed to go on in her lovely blond head, "Yes Monica, I think you may have a point here," she told her, "I'm yours, I belong to you, but," she asked, "do you belong to me too?" There was a hope in her question. Monica smiled, 'one thing at a time,' she said to herself. "Shall I go and change again then Monica?" she asked. "No way Kim, I don't think you could look much better than you do right now, apart from your eyes!" and she giggled, this brought a grin to Kim's delightful mouth too. "Come on Kim let's get to the er, toy shop shall we, I have a couple of things in mind I need to buy, as I'm sure you might have too!" In the shop, they were both together but apart, both pondering this and that. Monica said, how big was your husband Kim? "About 6ft why?" "I mean, how big!" she retorted, pointing downwards. "Oh I see what you mean," she sniggered. "Around 6." "And how wide was he?" Monica said. "I would say about an inch, where's this going Monica?" Monica never replied, she just wandered away. She picked up a strap on Dildo, it was shiny black, had a nice slight upward curve to it, it was spongy yet firm. 8" long, 1 and 3/4" wide, and the head was bulbous, with a nice purple hue to it. Monica knew it was the right one, she need to look no further. She also picked out two vibrating butt plugs, a short thick one, and a long thin one. Her last choice was a ribbed and serated vibrator, with extra power added, at least that's what it said on the ticket. She had them all packaged with rechargeable batteries and a quality charger. Kim appeared, she looked embarrassed, Monica sked what she had bought, but she said she would show her them in the privacy of home. On the wall above the counter were photos of near naked men, all of them sex gods, tanned, fit, chiseled and sculpted. The centre one was a gorgeous black guy, even Monica caught her breath. She looked at him and thought, "Hmmmm, even I wouldn't say no to that!" They left and went to a bistro, Monica sat for a moment, she looked at her gorgeous teacher, her now lover, she was beginning to think that she did love her. But if she did she would have to give her everything of her, and that might include something she might have a hard time accepting. "I love you Monica," it came right out of the blue, both looked at the other in surprise. Kim put her hand to her mouth and blushed. The 28 year old blond had never in her life said anything like that so spontaneously. Monica hit her with a real curved ball. "Have you ever been blacked Kim?" "Blacked, you mean have I had sex with a black man? No, I haven't, why?" "Kim don't look at me and tell me a lie, I will found out when you don't want me to," the threat was implied, and noted by the gorgeous woman. "I swear Monica, the answer is no, I haven't, I have thought about it. I have had many offers from them, you know; black on blond that sort of thing. But again Monica, the answer is no." "I believe you Kim, don't worry, it was something I wanted to know," she said. And the stunning young black girl ran a foot up Kim's leg. Kim's eyes rolled, she liked the attention she got from her young black lover. She couldn't believe how her life had turned in this direction, so soon, and so suddenly. "Monica, I am beginning to think of you as not only an important and integral part of my life, but I see you as being the top of us, and me as the bottom, do you know what I mean?" she said softly. "You mean Kim, Am I your mistress, in charge, in between the sheets, and in our life, as we are seeing it develop?" Kim slowly nodded her lovely head, her blond locks swaying seductively. "Monica took her in, "I would to fuck you right now Kim, right on this table!" she sniggered, patting the table top. Kim's face colored right up, she looked around hoping no one had heard her. "You do realize too don't you, that I am now the captain of your ship?" The dawning dropped over Kim's lovely face. She was the teacher, the square headed person, supposedly. But her 19 year old pupil was firmly taking the initiative here. " "How do you see yourself now Kim, as lesbian, still heterosexual, or bisexual?" Kim looked at her in astonishment; Monica constantly threw her off guard with her questions and comments. Kim was the older and more informed woman, but it was Monica who had a handle of things Kim and Monica. "Wow Monica, where did that one come from?" she said, "but thinking about it, I would have to say, right now I would call myself bisexual." Monica grinned it was as she thought, and she wasn't upset by it. Things were going smoothly. "Wait right here Kim, I won't be long," she hurried away, went around the corner, and reentered the toy shop. When she got back, she said to Kim, "come on, I want you in bed, quickly Kim," It wasn't a request, it was an order. Monica hurried off, and Kim dashed after her. She had automatically fallen into line. In the car Monica never spoke, Kim gave her lots of sideways glances, but seemed to know that to speak would not be the right thing to do right now. In the house, Monica slapped Kim's ass hard, "Up and in bed, get ready for me, NOW!" she yelled. Kim giggled under her breath and raced off, she liked this dominant subversive role. Monica got undressed, but left her high heels on, she wanted the height for the dominance. She fitted the strap on, and followed, she went into the bathroom first to check herself, a little preening here and there, and the fantastically beautiful tall, statuesque young black Amazon goddess was ready to take her subject. "Are you ready for me Kim?" she called through the door. "Yes Monica, I'm ready, waiting, and oh so willing," she answered coyly. "You had better be girl, or you're in a for a damn good spanking!" Monica smiled to herself. Kim shivered at the thought. The first thing the blond beauty saw was an ankle, and foot, on it was a high heel. Then a leg, followed by a big black cock. Then Monica came in, the cock swaying in front of her. Monica Sets Her Sights She advanced on her victim, her eyes meaningful, daring the blond to challenge her, she daren't. Her own eyes were glued to the thick long, black and shiny appendage attached to her young pupil mistress lover. Her head fell back, this she had not anticipated, but she also knew there would be no going back now. Kim laughed, the thought had popped into her lovely head. "Once you go black, you never go back! Right?" she said to Monica. Monica grinned too. "You've got that right teach, after this you're in, and no way out, got it?" she told her. Kim nodded her head in agreement, and then Monica was on her. She yelped at the sudden take over, but capitulated immediately. "Monica, oh Monica," she breathed softly, "I want you to love me so much darling, do me Monica, do me, please darling please." Monica rubbed the black cock along Kim's increasingly wet and hot pussy lips and pushed in. Kim squealed at the heavy thick intrusion, and squealed even more when Monica seated it right into her. "Oh, oh, oh, oh Argggggh, mmmmm, oh yes, Ooooooh urggggh!" Kim was in sexual heaven, utopia, the cock in her was bigger than anything before, it spread her insides wide to effect a tight fitting entry, and then it withdrew. Kim's eyes went wide, such was the suction, then wider still when Monica powered it back in. She was looking into Monica's eyes with wonderment, she studied her face. It awed her, the sheer loveliness, the determined stare that she was doing what she wanted to, and that Kim would beg her to keep on doing it. The extra height Monica had on Kim, gave her the edge in superiority, she hooked her hands under her shoulders and fucked her teacher as if it was going out of fashion. Kim became a zombie, lying there in a sexual bliss, and stupor like state. Her young beautiful powerful mistress had her right where she wanted her, and right where Kim now desperately desired to be. Kim had her first orgasm being fucked by another woman, it shattered her wonderfully. The bulbous head of the cock sloughing her a furrow, and making its own path to her door. Out of the sky wailed a heart rending voice. "Oh Monica, give me a baby, I want your baby, make me a baby pleeeeeese!" This brought Monica to a momentary dead stop, she was completely stunned. "You want a baby, you'll have a baby, don't you worry Kim, I'll see to that." Monica had already started the process unintendedly. Then she really got into her stride and screwed her teacher mercilessly, her ass was like a piston pump. Kim cried out the passion she was feeling, her orgasms mounted on and on, one after the other, there seemed to be no end. Her body became a ship wreck. But even Monica had to admit defeat because her back was hurting and her hips were sore from her voluminous fucking session. She slowed and then lay resting on the now fully defeated and routed teacher. There would be no further discussion of who was who when speaking to the other. Monica rested, so did Kim, then while Kim napped, Monica went to her apartment, which had been paid for by a legacy left to her with enough money to lead the lifestyle she wanted without compromising her school career, which was important to her and her future. She packed her belongings and went back. She carried them in and dropped them on the floor and started putting them away, she halved the space between them. Kim wakened; she stood behind Monica and asked what she was doing. "Monica what's going on, what are you doing?" she asked. "I've moved in Kim, we now live together, good hey?" "But Monica, you can't just do that, we have to talk about these things first." Turning around, she took Kim's wrists in her hands, both knew who was the stronger physically. Monica pushed her wrists up her back and frog marched her teacher backwards toward the bed. Climbing on with her now captive, she half lifted her into the middle. "Now," she said, "I am here, I am staying, you will nod your head teacher, right now!" Kim held her ground, Monica trapped her arms with her knees, and went to work on Kim's nipples. In a moment she was writhing in pleasure. Monica trapped then between thumb and knuckle of her first finger and squeezed then tremendously. This brought howls from her victim. Monica arched a gorgeous black eye brow. "Yes Monica yes, I agree," she cried and nodded her head furiously. The irresistible black beauty gave her a knowing look, and squeezed some more. Then she got off the bed, went to 'their' wardrobe got a belt, and forced her beautiful blond teacher over and tied her wrists. "Now teach, this is a lesson I'm giving you, I would rather not, but hey ho, lessons must be learned, right? Even you know that don't you?" Kim had a fear in her, she was going to be punished. Monica got back off the bed and retrieved a vibrating but plug. Settling on Kim's right leg to keep her still, she spit on the plug and pushed it into Kim's defenseless ass. Kim squealed forgiveness, Monica turned it on. Kim felt the surge as it loosened her up, her ass felt stuffed full. Putting one hand under the blond pussy she got her fingers in, and tickled her wet clit. Kim moaned in instant arousal, what she didn't expect was the huge one handed slap that landed on her tight, rounded upturned ass. She cried out loudly, even as another one was landing, she tried to turn away but Monica had her tight by her leg. Many horrendous slaps hit hard and hit home on both buttocks. Monica mangled her clit at the same time. Kim didn't know which the worse was, or the better, the plug was buzzing sending messages to her pussy and nipples, as well as around her body. Monica's fingers were destroying her clit, and her ass was on fire, a blazing rage was surrounding it. Then a cataclysmic orgasm battered her into submission to her young fabulous black lover, her mistress. "I'm sorry Monica, I won't disrespect you again, please don't hurt me anymore. I'll be who you want me to be I promise, I... Argggggh!" another bomb went off in her, this was unbearable. Monica smiled satisfactorily, now she was super confidant that her Kim would submit to her black power for good, now there really would be 'No going back!' She caressed Kim's ass, leaned forward and kissed it. Then as a bonus she worked the buzzing vibrator in and out of her teacher's ass, and gently fingered her pussy. This lowered Kim into a sort of catatonic state, where she dwelled. Monica left her, and took a vibrator into the bathroom where she 'saw' to herself, she needed Kim to do it. But she needed her on board before she did. Tonight she decided, would be her turn, Kim could have her anyway she wanted. She also took another monumental decision, she decided to drop out of Kim class and go into another, this would stop familiarity from breeding, pervading their interests. Kim appeared with a look of bewilderment on her face. It was a look of defeat, not sure any more. Monica went to her and loved her, she sat in a chair and pulled her Kim into her lap. She petted her, reassured her, told her how much she loved her and always would. How she would never leave her, never hurt her, mentally. But Monica did say that an occasional spanking would be the order of the day depending on the brevity of Kim's behavior. Kim was happy to hear her say all of this, admitting that she was sure she would be spanked if she was naughty. "Monica, this has happened so suddenly, you have taken me over completely." She pointed to her heart meaning just that. "I am in love with you, I need you and I want you forever." There, she had finally, truthfully and firmly admitted it. "I love you too Kim, we are one now you and I, and no one will come between us. And tonight, I will be yours, and I am having you tie me to the bed, or whichever way you want. So you can do me whichever way you want, for as long as you want, and that, my heart, is a promise." Kim nestled into her, she liked this, she didn't know this subservient person she was underneath her exterior. But belonging to someone this way was heart achingly wonderful. And as she looked at Monica she said a silent prayer to God for sending Monica into her life, other way round. And she agreed eventually that her moving into another class was the best way forward, it would help protect them from discovery, and preserve their desires every day for the other. They settled into a routine, of love and shared companionship; Kim began to behave in a submissive manner, and truly became Monica's wife. But both shared everything. Kim received the said spankings from her pupil, who would dress as an errant school girl. Short pleated skirt, unbuttoned blouse, scruffy skewed tie, and pumps. Kim had her nights where Monica received whatever Kim had in store for her, nothing was set in stone, it was an, 'as seen issue.' It was three months later that Monica let Kim know she had a plan for them. She had bought two stout poles and fixed then to the head, and the foot of their bed. Then she attached ropes which Kim knew were for her. Monica refused to answer any questions, and Kim received a huge spanking for persistently asking. It was on a Friday night, when Monica finally tied her, she became a human star fish. Monica had kneeled at her side, and naked where Kim was forced to feast on the beauty of Monica's face and body. She cruelly teased her to the top of her arousal, never letting her finish. The beautiful black girl loved treating her this way, so did Kim, but begged for relief. "Do you remember saying to me that you wanted a baby Kim, do you?" she asked as she sucked a turgid nipple, her fingers driving the blond woman mad. "Yes, yes, yes Monica, but I'm not sure I meant it though." She moaned through gritted perfect white teeth. "Hmmmm, well Kim, I've decided we are going to have one," she told the squirming blond. "We Monica we?" "Yes Kim we," she followed up. "I have found and selected a donor for us, we will be the parents of a beautiful black baby. And this is how we are going to do it," she said. "But Monica, how, er we, erm, me, us, a black baby, I don't understand." Monica knew she was taking a chance here, one that could backfire with terrible consequences. "Do you remember when we were in the toy shop, the centre photo, that gorgeous hunk of a half naked black man Kim?" Kim nodded. "Well I am willing to bet that if her were to walk in here right now, you would almost wet yourself with wanting him, right?" Kim laughed, and said, "You can bet on it Monica!" Monica gazed at her captive, lying there, as hot as the surface of the sun, dripping with need to cum hard. Her fingers danced in her pussy, her mouth covered a nipple, Kim moaned and moaned. "Please Monica please, let me, make me cum darling, please I'm begging you." Monica lifted her beautiful black head, kissed her woman, and called out. "Come in Jacob!" The door opened and a physical version of the centre photo walked into the room. Kim gaped, unable to speak. "Kim, meet Jacob, Jacob, this is Kim in the flesh, go to it my friend." Monica had tracked down the black Adonis, being prepared to be disappointed, but she hadn't been, he actually was the person he appeared to be in the photo. It had taken her a lot of persuasion to get him to here, but she had done it. Especially when she had arranged for him to 'view' Kim in the street, and a café bar. Monica had told him what to expect when he walked into their bedroom, so he admired Kim greatly. It is of course every gorgeous hunky black man's desire to meet and seduce a beautiful white blond woman. The seduction part had already been completed for him. He was wearing the same trunks in the photo, apart from them he was naked. Kim's mouth was still wide open, closing and opening like a fish out of water. Monica let her go, and lay down beside her, she was staying with her as reassurance that she would be safe, then she would leave her to her baby making lover. Jacob stood at the side of the bed, Kim was staring wide eyed, as he slowly removed and dropped the trunks revealing a huge black weapon, which was slowly rising like the Phoenix out of the ashes. Monica had gone through his 'resume,' and knew that he was more than his photo could ever convey. He was smiling gently at Kim, then he got in beside her. What he did was what Monica wanted; he began to make love to her. Kim couldn't stop him or her, no matter what she said or did. Her head fell back, her eyes closed as man's hand travelled her treasures slowly and assuredly. She felt warm breath on her face, it was nice, but it wasn't Monica's. Her eyes opened to see Jacob's face above hers. Kim wanted this, she loved Monica with all of her heart, but both knew that one day Kim would need cock, a man's cock, and a real mans cock. She just never reckoned it would be a black one, but Kim knew this was the right one, with the right owner. Jacob made soft gentle love to her, his hands drifted to all the right places, Kim received her first black lipped kiss, he tasted gorgeous. And Kim found herself floating in the air as she was transported to heaven by this beautiful black man. Monica had slipped away now and left her to Jacob. She wanted him in her, but Jacob slipped down her body, she knew where he was going, and what he was going to do when he got there, he did! His tongue dipped in and Kim blew apart, he sucked her hard, licked her harder, nuzzled her clit. She was just about ot detonate when he pulled away. He had his orders from Monica, she wasn't to be allowed to cum until he had or was fucking her. Not waiting now, he got over his dreadfully exciting and desperate new lover, sought her entry with his cock and sank in, Kim came immediately. Her head thrashed from side to side as Jacob got comfy and began to fuck her hard, just the way Monica had told him to. His penetration was total, he was slightly bigger than the strap on, so depth and touch were consolidated with every thump. He held her tight, kissed her lips. Bodily contact was full, his big black cock doing what Monica wanted, what he wanted, and now what Kim wanted. She was staring up at him glassy eyed, she had never known this, never knew what black sex was, or even really imagined it. But whatever it was, it far outweighed her perceptions of it. She humped her hips up at him, giving him as much of her as she could. Sweat dripped off him on to her, she licked it, kissed up at him, she didn't know him and she didn't care. She was being fucked, screwed, and made love to by a real man for the first time in her life. Jacob was closing in, Kim was cumming with seemingly every whack he hit her with. Then she heard him grunt, he powered into her one last time and Kim felt the volcanic eruption within her, his cock seemed to get harder, stronger and the surge of his ejection filled her, she felt her stomach swell, her bowels seemed to inflate. The boiling roiling sperm was forced up and into her cervix, which it bypassed and filled her womb with his, hopefully, babny making seed. Kim was desperate to lift her legs over him but was powerless to do so. Monica had watched it all, and actually thought it might be nice to be screwed too by this man. She left them now, she had some thinking to do, it was another four hours before she returned to them. Jacob was just getting off the bed. Monica could smell the sex from the doorway. Kim looked like she was dead, which made her smile. Any possible problem now would be Kim's reaction to tonight, would it change her at all. Jacob slipped out and they went down stairs. He spoke softly, gently and kindly. "Monica I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for this, Kim is really beautiful, and so are you. It was far more than I expected. I thought it would be wham bam thank you maam." He told her, "I have to ask you Monica, can this happen again?" Monica knew the answer to that, she grinned, "Jacob if you haven't done the dirty and given her a baby you'll definitely get another chance, that's a promise." She told him sweetly. He smiled, "I guess I had better go Monica, a deal is a deal, okay?" "Yes Jacob, a deal is a deal," then she did something surprising, she grabbed his limp cock and said cheekily, "Any gas left in the tank?" He held her and said, "Normally I would say yes, but you are worth more than that you gorgeous beautiful lady, and if and when we do, I want to do it properly, not half heartedly." Monica smiled deeply, "That's a definite then Jacob," she told him, she showed him to the door and said, "I'll be in touch, and don't forget, no contact okay?" Jacob nodded his handsome black face and left. Monica took a deep breath and went to Kim, she was asleep, she gently released her and got into the sweat, and cum dampened bed beside her. When Monica awoke Kim was gone, she panicked and raced down, Kim was in the kitchen singing quietly to herself. Monica slipped her slender smooth dark skinned arms around her waist and waited for a reaction. "Oh Monica," she yelped happily, "I love you so much my sweet heart, I will die before I ever let you go. Jacob was great and I'd like to do it again sometime, but no one anywhere in the world loves me like you, and no one in the world will ever love you like I do." Monica cried tears of joy, and it took another two visits from Jacob, before Kim missed her period, Monica let Jacob make love to her, but it was Kim or no one now. A year later, Kim gave birth to a bouncing boy, and a year after that to an adorable girl, both looking like a little blond haired brown skinned Kim.