0 comments/ 122390 views/ 39 favorites Teacher Becomes Gang-Toy By: Coxswain Tip of the hat to Partisan for the idea I walked up the steps of San Laconia High School with my books. Finally a chance to give back, an opportunity to do something for the underprivileged. Since my student-activist days at UCLA, I dreamed of teaching in a South Central school, and there I was, my first day as a teacher. After getting teacher certification, for months I read books on dealing with problem children and gang members, even taking a few night classes. I was ready and eager to bring a little sunshine into the dark lives of the poor kids. That first day, I met the Mones, a gang of surly black kids--men, actually, since all of them had been held back so many times, they had reached (some gone far past) their 18th birthdays. Leader of the Mones was a kid called JC, a tough, thuggy looking man. He wore his pants low, his underwear showing, as was the style, but JC's were impossibly low. Not only his butt showed, but somehow he got his pants to stay up even when they were so low in front, the slit-fly of his boxers showed. My new classroom almost told its own story. Originally San Laconia High School was an impressive building. The passing years and changing neighborhood demographics wrote across it the same decay that marred the surrounding area. Two of the walls had long wood bookcases, on which, in years past, extra textbooks, big reference works, and other resources waited for students to use them. Present-day San Laconia was less a goddess of learning worshipped and revered by learners and more of a booty-swinging whore with student hands gripping her buttocks. The bookshelves were empty, serving as storage spots where students could toss their backpacks and lunch bags. The photos and painted portraits of great Americans that used to cover the walls had been stolen, broken, vandalized, and replaced by graffiti regularly sprayed over by school custodians. The classroom was typical of all student facilities at San Laconia. Generations of cops had become familiar with the place. Student desks arranged in careful rows by janitors cleaning up at night were soon scrambled during the days by students sliding here and there to be closer to friends. The teacher's desk was a rectangular block of pine, replacing one that had suffered so many carved initials and gang symbols, the administration threw in the towel and got another one. The first classroom at the top of the staircase, my room had to keep its door closed to prevent students from interacting with latecomers and goof-offs passing by the door. Discipline. What this place needs is discipline! I addressed the students the first day: "...and although I want us to be friends, you need to learn that a little discipline will really help you straighten out your life." I glanced down at JC, seated in a desk on the front row, slumped down in the seat, his legs splayed out widely. Again his pants hung so low in front, the slit-fly of his boxers showed. And what it showed. Spreading his legs had pulled open the slit, giving me a glimpse of something big and black. Whew! That 18-year-old really had something between his legs. I turned away and thought no more about it. Not quite. At the end of that first day, I looked out the window at the students below waiting for the school buses, and I spotted JC slouching around with some of his friends. Gang-bangers. I spotted something long and black hanging out of his pants! I opened the window to get a better look, feeling a little guilty--back when I was in the Air Force, an MP on Guam, my best friend was a peeking-fanatic like this. We used to backpack together, and when we set out on the hikes, she always checked to make sure we didn't miss any men who might be sunning themselves on the far end of the runway. Sometimes we caught a few of them in the nude--I had to admit some of them were jaw-dropping males--but that was long ago and far away. I was a married woman. I watched my feelings under a microscope for any disloyalties. As an ex-Air Force Military Police officer, I had naturally gravitated to law enforcement types as a civilian. My husband was a law officer, an LAPD motorcycle cop, and he loved me. No matter how JC appeared to be equipped with his own torpedo, I kept my mind chastely on my home garden, not the high school's meat rack. Ted spoiled me, actually. For as much as he was a big, rough-and-tumble cop, he was always gentle with me. Our lovemaking was almost poetic. A breeze rushed into the room from the open door. Good, it might cool off my ass. No, that's not true! My ass is not hot! Yes, it was. I was thinking about JC. I tried not to. But damn. From what I could see, that was his cock he let dangle out of his pants. I'd never seen a telescope like that. Nobody from the administration could see him, though. On lower floors, their views would be blocked by the students gathered around him. From high on the third floor, I got a good (if distant) view, but I gritted my teeth. Why is it that when you don't want to think about something, that's all you think of? Again I turned my gaze away from the obscene student. Teacher Becomes Gang-Toy I smiled shyly. I was his bitch, after all. His slut. He reached up, grabbing my ears. "Hey, baby. You slicked up pretty good. You hotter than I thought. You really want this, don't you?" A wave of shame swept over me. Ted was out on patrol, risking his life. And I, his slut wife, was spreading my legs for black juvenile delinquents. Actually, as all five were long past 18, if they get caught raping me, they're past Juvy; they'll go to the penitentiary. Who's being raped? I bit my lip in shame. Poor Ted. JC hilted that giant cock in me, and I let out a sigh. Damn, it felt good! I lay forward onto him, squirming in pleasure, wriggling as he pinched my nipples. I was tamed. But my job wasn't over. "Take it easy, baby, this won't hurt at all." The kid called ManDex pressed his big cockhead between my buttocks! "No," I gasped, but that turned into a shriek as he stabbed me with what felt like a spear! I was amazed, though. It should've felt much worse. In one of our trysts, Ted stuck his finger in my rectum, and it hurt so much, it canceled out all the pleasure and horniness. The sex was over. The ecstasy of JC's big rod stretching my pussy, though, somehow cancelled out the pain in my anus. As Mandex's big cock slid up my ass, I realized they were training me. It was true: Mandex's cock entered my butt-hole with a pop of pain, but then I got a long, sweet glide into my ass that made me shiver with pleasure. And I was mounted. Double-cocked by two giant black dongs, the holes between my legs stretched out by two fireplugs. I almost passed out from the intensity. JC and ManDex tried a few fast rabbit-humps to adjust themselves inside me, then ManDex reached under me to grip my tits, squeezing them painfully as he held me in place. My nipples grew hard as diamonds. "Ohhh, god," I groaned in a chattering voice, "I am soo ready!" "Hey, relax, baby, you in good hands!" "Yeah, we Allstate!" Yak, yak. ManDex tried a few long strokes, while JC short-humped below, and the two of them seemed to feel that was their rhythm. So they started, and they. drove. me. crazy!! Filled to exploding with huge, hot, black meat, I hit orgasms from the very start! And the smell. Hot bodies. Sweat. And that black-balls smell. Intoxicating! All civilization stripped away from me, and I was a rutting bitch on the Serengeti Plain getting deliriously well-bred by huge Zulu warriors. "But we got more brothers here for you, bitch." With that, the one they called Hop-Doggy stuck his big cock in my mouth. Do all black men have giant cocks?? What the hell, I sucked it. Delicious. Meaty flavor. Oozes of precum like a salty sauce. I loved it. Then two more, one on either side of the desk, took my hands and placed them on big, thick, warm meats. They treated me like a slut--and like a slut I jerked them off while I took it in every hole I had. The emotional pressure was too much. Stimulated in every way a woman's body could be, the obscene bastards had me cumming again and again, one right after the other, to the point that if I had downed a fifth of Jim Beam, I couldn't be any drunker. And it went on and on. Who knows how long. Could've been days. They took turns, gradually turning me into just a three-hole show. Two rested up while three worked my cunt, my ass, and my mouth. And I was past remorse. Past shame. I might as well enjoy it. And I did. Sperm ran out of my overfilled pussy and out of my rectum in slimy rivers. I drank so much cum I could feel strings of it dripping from my lips when I opened my mouth for the next big cockhead. But that wasn't quite the climax of the orgy. That happened when my husband came looking for me. They'd long ago stopped watching the door, and suddenly it opened, and there stood Ted, tall and handsome in his LAPD Motor Officer's uniform. He was stunning. In dark blue from head to foot, he looked like a super-hero. The only one not intent on his own groin, I saw Ted, but my three black lovers continued with the Oreo and the blowjob. I couldn't move, couldn't say anything. All I could do was watch. And I couldn't see his eyes--his mirror sunglasses gave him that cruel, anonymous cop look. This ends the marriage. I hope I'm proud of myself. My heart beat like a drum as I waited for him to say something. To my astonishment, though, he said nothing. Ted actually pulled down his zipper and fetched his cock out of those tight blue LAPD pants. It grew longer and thicker and stood up hard and proud. He began to stroke it slowly. Finally he said something: "Rosemary, if only I'd known you were into this." What?? I couldn't believe my ears. Suddenly aware of his presence, my lovers, of course, froze in place. But when they looked down at my husband stroking himself, they regained their bravado: "Hey, cop, y'all's welcome to join in here." Ted took off the sunglasses and set the white helmet on a student desk. He walked over to us. "Three fucking cocks at once," his voice was almost wheezing. "Hey, man, Homey here just vacated a hole. Open up your mouth, baby, and suck the man's dick!" Ted turned my way and brought the big pecker I knew so well to my face. But just before I opened my mouth, it hit me: Ted's cock was nothing like the meat I had been experiencing. Both JC and ManDex had over 10 inches, and theirs were--I still couldn't believe it--as thick as my ankle. As my pussy and asshole were stretched out into new dimensions. I realized they had spoiled me. Ruined me for Ted. His cock would rattle around loose in me like a pencil in a tin can. But as long as he wanted to get into the game, I opened up and sucked him. Poor guy, I can open my jaws around him and take him in completely. Poor Ted. I could smell his balls. A faint smell. Weak. About then JC finished up with a cum-spouting finale in my asshole, and he backed away. "Officer, we don't need no uniforms around here. All of us be equal--horny males teachin' a lesson to this--he grinned down at me--very cooperative woman. "Yeah." Ted's answer was a hoarse grunt, and he started pulling off his clothes. He set his pistol belt beside him on the desk--to grab it quick in case any of the hoodlums tried to snatch it--and stripped down nude, he lay back on the desk: waiting for the guy in my pussy to finish so he could slide under me. But JC got another idea. He lifted Ted's legs, arched them back against his chest, and sank that AK-47 of his up my husband's asshole. "Man, I'm here to protect and serve you, motherfucker." I gaped! I knew how much it hurt to get it up the ass, so I expected Ted to bellow like a steer. But he didn't. Just let out a low groan. I was stupefied. He was not in pain. I gasped. Ted had done this before! He was bisexual! And he loved it! JC shoved him back across the desk with his lunges, and Ted's head fell over the edge of the desk, his eyes glazed over with lust! Panting like he'd run a mile. Ted's mouth hung open, hot to get fucked! Hornier than I'd ever been in my life, I turned my attention back to the two men in my man-holes, and with a couple of Kegel grips of my pussy and clenching my asshole, I thrilled them back to fucking me! Not a long time later, the orgy ended. We got up, got dressed (sorely, in my case), and left the room. All suited up again in his uniform, Ted didn't say anything to me. It almost looked like a police drug bust as he escorted me and the gang members out of the school. He didn't say anything to me until we were outside in the parking lot. "We'll talk when we get home. We have a lot to say." I drove home full of dread, watching Ted's motorcycle behind me in the rearview mirror. This cannot be good. In spite of how hot he was to get fucked, he's going to tell me to hit the road.