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                            The Teacher's Submission
                                   Chapter 1
                                       by
                                   Arc Light

      Let me take a brief moment to introduce myself..... and tell you of my
shame. My name is Mrs. Barbara Jones. I'm 35 years old; married to a rather
submissive man named Jim and teach Jr. High math. I also serve as the
department head. I do not have what is considered a knock out body but I can
turn a man's head when I dress to please. I weigh 119 pounds; my measurements
are 34B-23-34; spread over five feet six inches. I have light brown hair and I
wear it in a semi- page boy type hairdo which nearly reaches the nape of my
neck. My best assets are two long legs which I like to show; and a tight
muscled ass; and I enjoy teasing the weaker sex.... or so I thought.

      Jim and I were married after college. I started teaching Jr. High math
and Jim started with a Big Six accounting firm. The school in which I started
was in a changing neighborhood. When I started it was a lower middle class
White neighborhood; it's now about 20% Black and the neighborhood is much
rougher.

      I'm not certain how to explain how my seduction occurred. I've always
been a rather meek teacher. Because of my timid disposition many of the male
students saw this as an opportunity to take advantage of me. While I was never
subjected to any physical abuse there was more than one occasion where they
ignored my commands; and mocked my attempts at bringing order to a chaotic
classroom.

      And then............ It was a bright fall day. My husband Jim, who I'm
sure loves me, started having more and more instances of premature ejaculation.
Week after week and then month after month I was left behind. Jim, with his
woefully inadequate little manhood tried to satisfy me but failed.... and
failed and failed. I was becoming extremely frustrated and the sexual tension
in my tight body was reaching the breaking point. After another failed
lovemaking session with my husband the night before I dressed to feel like a
sexy woman under my usual drab outerwear. It was totally out of character for
me. I carefully smoothed the sheer beige covered nylons before attaching them
to the garter clasps. Pulling on a pair of white lace panties I looked at my
still firm and desirable figure in the full length mirror. My useless husband
had already departed and I stared at my still desirable body. Yes, I thought,
today I was going to tease one of the bored and lifeless teachers at my school
unmercifully.

      Although my breasts are small they are tight and firm. A rock hard nipple
adorns each of the mouth size perfect breasts. Although probably not needed I
slipped on a matching white lace half bra. I then searched my closet and picked
out a dark blue skirt that ended just above my knees. A lacy white (to tight)
blouse completed the ensemble. I pulled on the blue blazer as I stepped into my
usual heelless drab shoes. "This day was going to be special," I thought as I
headed for the door. Little did I know how special.

      Although sexually tense from the pathetic performance of my underendowed
husband the night before, the first three periods had flown by. As the fourth
period started the assistant high school principal appeared at the door with an
arrogant looking Black student. The fourteen year old student looked like he
belonged in high school; not the eighth grade. As he stood in the door way he
had a sneer on his young mouth and his eyes traveled up and down my body. I
visibly squirmed at his insolent stare. My legs felt weak as I approached the
two waiting males.

      "Mrs. Jones, this is Jerome Washington. He has transferred from his
previous school and is being placed in our care. Although he has extremely high
test scores in both math and science he has a total disrespect for his
teachers. DO not put up with any back talk from this young man...." came the
stern order.

      Taking my cue from the assistant principal I briefly turned to the new
student and pointed to a seat in the first row. "Sit in the front row. I do not
expect any trouble from you," I sternly ordered. Although I used my harshest
tone I'm sure that he heard my voice quiver. As the last words left my red
coated lips I felt the stern glare from his brooding eyes as they burned deep
into my brain.

      The assistant principal turned and disappeared in the well lighted hall.
As I turned I felt my already wobbly legs turn to rubber. I made it to my desk
and sat on the edge. Avoiding Jerome's eyes I continued my lecture on multiple
equations. Although this was my worst class it was not for the most part
disruptive. As I struggled my eyes finally found there way to the front seat of
the first row. Jerome was slouched in his seat and was rubbing the front of his
tight jeans......................... rubbing an obvious oversize bulge. My
train of thought was lost.... and my mouth agape. I struggled to regain my
composure but could see that all the students were delighted at my indecision.

      Mercifully the bell rang and a low roar erupted from the classroom. Most
of the students were headed towards the door when I yelled out their homework
assignments for the following Monday. As the last student casually walked out
of the classroom I turned and nearly walked into the arrogant new Black
student. My emerald eyes and his dark eyes met and I quickly dropped my gaze to
the floor. With an indifferent attitude he brushed against my tense body and
shuffled to the door. When he reached the door he pulled it shut
and............ twisted the inside lock. The metallic mechanism slammed shut
and seemed to echo throughout the room.

      When he turned his face was covered with a scornful scowl. "I didn't want
us to be interrupted. It will take us a few moments for you to understand what
I expect of you."

      I'm sure that he could see me start to tremble. I looked towards the door
but knew that I had no hope of reaching it as he was standing directly in the
way.

      I slowly backed up until I was against the window seal. He slowly walked
towards me. He was only fourteen; but he was taller than me. My eyes
inventoried the hard body as he approached. His steps seemed as they were in
slow motion. At long last he was standing directly in front of me; his hard
brown eyes burning into me. He casually reached out and his callused hand
caressed my cheek. I grabbed his large hand with my petite hand but he
continued to gently rub my cheek. His index finger touched my lips and rubbed
my bright red lip gloss into his finger. My eyes locked onto my
tormentor's....... he could sense my fear and apprehension.

      His finger became insistent; he wanted to insert the substitute cock into
my mouth. Staring into his forbidding eyes I tried to shake my head. The sneer
reappeared and as a tear dripped on my cheek the finger was inserted into my
warm oral chamber. "Suck my finger.... It will not stretch your mouth," Jerome
ordered.

      My tongue found the ridges of his finger and as I looked into his face I
could see his mocking smirk. He had won; and won rather easily the first test
of strength. I felt my nipples tingle and then harden. My feminine dew was
coating my lace panties. As I sucked on his finger he ridiculed me more, "You
suck good teach. I be giving you something else to suck on if you're a good
little bitch."

      I cowered against the hard window seal. I was totally
frightened............ but my panties were becoming soaked.

      I'm sure he heard me whimper as I felt his left hand drop to my chest.
His fingers searched for my nipple. When he found the nipple he increased the
pressure between his thumb and forefinger. My nipple hardened and the pressure
increased.. He wanted me to feel the pain... He wanted me to acknowledge his
domination. Another set of tears ran from my eyes. Here I was; a thirty five
year old teacher; shoved against the wall with a fourteen year old Black
student savagely twisting my right nipple while forcing me to suck his right
index finger.

      The smirk widened as he spoke, "Unbutton your blouse you little slut."

      I tried to shake my head no but with his finger in my mouth I couldn't
shake my head.

      The fingers tightened around my blood engorged nipple. My eyes continued
to tear.

      "No, Please......." I managed to mutter.

      "Unbutton the blouse bitch......" came the quick reply.

      The fear and dread were consuming me. I prayed for someone to come to the
door..... but even if they did they would think that I had merely went to the
cafeteria.

      My rock hard nipple was being cruelly twisted between Jerome's hard
fingers. My eyes begged him to stop the torment but his fingers continued to
tighten around my savaged nipple. His finger dueled with my tongue and his
eyes................. mocked me for my weakness.

      "I guess that you'll have to be punished for disobeying me. You'll come
to learn that when I give you an order, your only response will be complete and
instant submission," he calmly stated.

      He dislodged his finger and grabbed me by the nape of my neck and pushed
down so that I was bent at the waist. He then walked me the few steps over the
edge of my desk.

      I could only manage a weak, "Please..." before he brushed the books and
paper onto the floor and pushed me face down on the hard surface. The edge of
the desk caught me about waist high.

      Jerome then walked to the chalkboard in back of the desk. I should have
tried to run for the door but I was petrified with fear. The tears were still
running down my face and falling on the hard desktop. I avoided looking at the
Black youth as he walked back around the desk. He was directly behind me and I
was noticeably trembling with dread.

      "I expect you to obey me. You have displeased me. Do you have anything
you wish to say?" he questioned.

      Although, on hindsight, I'm sure I should have taken control of the
rapidly deteriorating situation. I was a thirty five year old teacher that
allowed a fourteen year old Black youth to fondle me; insert his vile finger
into my mouth and drape me over my own desk as if I was an old worn out coat.

      Unfortunately........ the facts were that I was trembling in total
submission. I was never a strong person...... I was always afraid.... of my
father; of my husband.... of the Principal.... and now...... Totally Terrified
of a fourteen year old muscular Black boy.

      So..... when he asked if I had anything to say I meekly sobbed, "I'm
sorry.."

      His cutting laugh tore throughout my soul. He was mocking me. His
laughter was ridiculing me.

      "Lift the hem of your skirt. It's time for your spanking, " he brusquely
ordered.

      "No... My God NO!" I nearly screamed.

      The first stroke from the hard yardstick burned through my dark blue
skirt to my tender asscheeks. The second stroke concentrated on only the left
cheek. The next several landed at random and set my ass on fire. What had
previously been only a few isolated tears became a torrent. I gripped the edge
of the desk with my hands knowing out of instinct to not protect my now
reddened and painful ass.

      Mercifully the spanking stopped. I waited several minutes as I heard his
heavy breathing behind me.

      "Lift the hem of your skirt Teach. I'm not through with you yet. I
suggest you do not make me angry or you'll regret it..." came the follow up
command.

      I tried to conceive the words that would allow me to escape this terrible
nightmare.

      No words formed and I felt my hands leave the side of the desk and make
their torturous journey to the hem of my blue skirt. Sobbing I grasped the
bottom hem and slowly pulled the skirt up and over my bruised and burning
behind. Only at this instance had I remembered that my burning ass was covered
by the white lace panties I had put on only a few short hours ago. My
humiliation grew deeper. Maybe it was good that I was face down on the desk. At
least Jerome Washington could not see my blushing crimson face.

      It took my tormentor several minutes.... I'm sure he was merely taking in
what must have been a delightful vision. My redden asscheeks covered by my
white lace panties with my firm upper thighs stretched across the desk; all at
High Noon at Madison Jr. High School.

      His first touch was a gentle caress as his fingertips slowly slid across
the tight panties. My cheeks were burning but the cool touch soothed the tender
skin. The fingers slowly... so slowly dropped. I nearly fainted when Jerome's
index finger outlined the legs of my panties. At first it was only the tip that
snuck under the edge. He removed his exploring finger and I felt the heat
return to my face.

      "Spread yourself for me Mrs. Jones..."

      Still sobbing I timidly muttered, "Please no.. Please have mercy..."

      "You best not disobey me twice in one day Barbara......," came the quiet
threat. "May I call you Barbara," he continued to mock.

      The last question was almost comical. Here I was, a thirty five year old
teacher, freshly spanked, holding her skirt to her waist, with her fourteen
year old student stroking her tender asscheeks.

      "If you leave now I won't report anything that's happened," I softly
pleaded.

      "I can see that you need more discipline. You'll receive the training you
need but I'm telling you that you best spread those long legs or you'll spend
the next week wishing you had," he sharply ordered.

      I felt my legs slowly open. It was almost an unconscious thought. I was
now completely open to his dark forbidding eyes; and his probing fingers.

      The next sensation was gentle.

      Cupping his fingers he rubbed them over the crotch of my tight panties. I
heard the smooth mocking laughter.

      "A teacher of your stature....... Mrs. Jones. You should be ashamed.
Standing in front of one of your young students with your hem pulled up around
your waist, and your pussy leaking like a faucet. What would the members of the
school board think of such a wanton display of sexual misconduct?"

      I could only screech, "But you made me," before the next torrent of tears
covered my mascara and rouge streaked face.

      His long Black index finger then found the leg of my panties and busied
itself in the search of my wet tunnel. Jerome tormented me as the finger made
it's way around my swollen lower lips. The tip of his finger caressed my blood
engorged elongated clit and he felt my shudder. A soft moan escaped my lips. I
wished that I was stronger..........

      "The little bitch likes her clit stroked doesn't she?" he questioned.

      I was beyond lying. I was beyond the absurdity of my current dilemma.
What I desired was the Black finger to resume it's gentle probing of my wet and
warm sex.

      I again begged........ "Please.." was my simple request.

      Jerome Washington, a fourteen year old Black student understood my humble
request.

      "What do you want Mrs. Jones. Do you want the big bad nigger boy to
leave....... Or do you want me to stroke your soaking pussy some more?"

      "Please make me.... Make it Happen," I pleaded.

      The finger returned to my clit. It brutally rubbed the clit and two other
fingers wormed their way to my sopping chamber. The fingers slid deep and I
spread my legs as far as I could. As the fingers probed my inner most sanctum I
thrust my hips back to encase as much as the pleasure producing digits as
possible.

      Although it seemed like an eternity, the all encompassing orgasm consumed
my body. Screaming I throw myself against the strong fingers that were invading
my body and roughly stroking my hardened clit. Nothing mattered
except.......... my final release.

      Mercifully my body accepted the climax. The fingers continued probing
until I collapsed on the floor in front of my desk. Jerome backed up several
steps and allowed by exhausted body to sink to the dirty, dusty hardwood floor.

      Another eternity passed while I struggled to regain my bearing. Slumped
facing the desk I slowly lowered my breathing and opened my eyes. I tried to
focus on the clock above my desk and a pang of fear ran through my body. In
only twelve minutes my classroom would again be full.......

      I twisted myself around and looked up at the smirking Black youth. My
eyes refocussed and then I saw IT. He had taken his hard Black cock from his
jeans..... The penis looked like a giant cucumber compared to my husbands'; the
only previous penis that I had seen.

      "It's my turn.... Open wide Teach," came the frightening command.

      I shook my head.... "No, I can't. My students will be back in ten
minutes. You must leave.... I have to clean myself up," I begged. I pleaded.

      "You best hurry then. Unless you want them to come in and have a seat
while you suck my cock. What do you prefer Mrs. Jones?"

      My mind was racing... I had to.........

      My tongue caressed the dark purple tip and my lips grasped the long thick
cock. I tried to look at the frosted window panes to my door as I sucked the
Black cock. The only time that I had sucked my husband's diminutive organ was
when I had gotten drunk.

      I felt the strong hands grab my ears. HE pulled me forward and more of
the huge cock was forced down my throat. I nearly gagged... my breathing was
becoming ragged. I forced myself to relax my throat muscles as the Black cock
forced it's way deeper and deeper into my throat.

      "Grip my nuts... play with them and I'll give you your reward Mrs.
Jones," came the ridiculing order.

      Desperately I reached for the egg size testicles hanging below his
massive cock. I gently squeezed the soft organs and I felt his grip tighten on
my ears. The Black cock was crammed even deeper to burning throat and I felt
his testicles draw up and then.............

      The scalding torrent of Black cum ricocheted against the back of my
throat. I struggled to suck the volumous discharge down and into my stomach.
The salty Black cum coated my throat. I started choking but the Black youth
continued to have a stranglehold on my ears. My wide eyes pleaded for relief
but I saw only pure dominance as I looked up over his still hard Black cock.

      The organ slowly softened and at long last it slipped out from my lips. A
rope like string of his Black seed stretched from my sore jaws to the purple
tip of his cock as I again slipped back to the dirty wooden floor. I closed my
eyes and tried to regain my senses as the clock ticked on. When I reopened my
eyes he had closed the two feet that we were apart and was squeezing the
remaining fertile man cream from the tip of his beautiful cock. I watched as if
in slow motion the slimy discharge dripped onto my blouse and skirt. When the
last string had fallen the sudden thud of a knock reverberated throughout the
empty classroom.

      My eyes shot to the door...... Panic spread throughout my body.

      I jumped up.... and started pulling my skirt down. Smoothing the wrinkled
material I hurriedly brushed my hair with my sticky cum coated hands. Panic was
nearly consuming me as I looked desperately to the door and possible.... no,
probable disgrace. I glanced towards the instigator of my problems and his
sneering face cut me again to the quick.

      I hurriedly walked towards the door and was nearly there.

      "I want your panties Teach," came the next command.

      I shook my head. I couldn't speak and time was rapidly running out.

      "You can give me your panties now..... or you can give them to me when
your students come in for Trig... It's your choice."

      I desperately looked again at the door. It would only be seconds before
one of the administrators arrived and opened the door and........

      Stepping to the side of the door I hurriedly pulled my cum stained blue
skirt up and pulled down the soaked panties. Holding them delicately in my
fingers I retraced my steps to the arrogant Black student. He took my panties
and brought them to his face. Making a production of the simple act he inhaled
deeply and a smile covered his face. "Mrs. Jones... Your Pussy smells
delightful.."

      Humiliated further I turned and without looking back made it to the door
and unclasped the metal lock just as the assistant principal was inserting his
key into the outside lock. The opening of the door caught him by surprise and
he had a startled look on his face. He then looked past me to see the muscular
Black student standing by the window.

      Befuddled he muttered, "Mrs. Jones, you know that it's against school
policy to have your door locked with a student in your room...." It was at this
point he noticed my disheveled appearance.

      Standing before my stern looking superior I felt my dew coated pussy
start to leak....... coating the tops of my nylons. I could only imagine what
my tear stained face looked like. I prayed that I'd been able to swallow
Jermone's intense discharge. As the administrator turned to leave he noticed
the wet stain on my blouse and skirt.

      Mercifully the students then separated the two of us and pushed into the
room. I backed up and only then did I detect the pungent odor of sex as I
watched the assistant principal walk down the hall.

      I fell against the wall and closed my eyes. The shrill sound of the bell
rang out and I reopened my eyes to see my seducer directly in front of me.

      "I'll wait for you after school. You can take me home Mrs. Jones......."

      My pussy leaked some more fluid as the fourteen year old Black student
walked out of my class.


                           The Teacher's Next Lesson
                                   Chapter 2
                                       by
                                   Arc Light

      As I sat behind my hard wooden desk I wondered if my nightmare had just
ended or....... just began. As I recalled the day's events my pussy quivered as
my feminine dew coated the back of my skirt. The sun was starting to drop on
this warm Autumn day.

      My mind recalled the moment when his large Black cock filled my mouth...
"Oh God," I thought. How can I be thinking of this fourteen year old kid when I
should be heading home to my husband and our perfect little life. The seconds
ticked on. "I should leave.... I should leave....but......."

      "I must tell him that I'll report him if he shows up..I must remove him
from thoughts." However as my mind reasoned what I should do, I heard the knob
start to turn. My heart started racing. My mind suddenly went blank and I felt
the slickness between my thighs as I pulled my legs together.

      Jerome casually walked to the front of the desk. I couldn't look up.....
I continued to stare at the desk; I couldn't look Jerome in the face. I felt
myself start shivering...but my sex was still leaking it's sticky creme.

      "It's time to go, but first I want your bra. Your tits are so small you
shouldn't even need it. No one will notice... will they?" his comments cut.

      I hesitated... I couldn't start shivering but I couldn't answer the
fourteen year old standing before me.

      "Mrs. Jones. You're starting off on the wrong foot again. When I tell you
to do something........ YOU DO IT. You don't ignore me.. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"
came the stern question.

      I didn't want to answer. How could I answer. A thirty five year old
teacher; married. The department head of the Jr. High School. I wish I'd been
stronger, but I've never been very strong. I've never been able to stand up to
anyone of authority... even a fourteen year old Black student.

      Although I hadn't looked up, I could tell Jerome was becoming impatient
by the way he was shifting his weight back and forth in front of my desk. I
tried to look up and plead with him to leave me alone.....

      I couldn't face the boy who had only three hours earlier fingered me to
climax. I couldn't face the boy (man?) who'd forced me to suck his long Black
cock and squeeze his balls until he shot his scalding hot cum down my throat. I
couldn't face the Black boy who forced me to give him my panties and had so
dominated me during lunch hour.

      He started to speak again but I'd already reached for the buttons on my
blouse. My blue blazer was already unbuttoned and I found the buttons easily.
My fingers trembled as I tried to dislodge the buttons. I still couldn't look
up. At long last the blouse was unbuttoned. It was still tucked into my skirt.

      "Pull the blouse apart.... I want to see your little titties. I want to
see the little nubs of your nipples. They felt real hard when I was playing
with them this afternoon," Jerome casually ordered.

      Trembling, I pulled the sides of the blouse apart. I still couldn't face
my tormentor. I looked down and saw the small goosebumps cover my breasts. My
nipples hardened.... and my pussy continued to flow. I was afraid that the
woman creme would stain my skirt.

      "Take your bra off. You won't need it any more tonight. I already have a
plan; for you, Jim and I."

      The mention of my husband's name caught me off guard. It was the first
mention of my husband; how did this boy know him. I felt a twinge of guilt as I
sat half naked before this Black boy who wanted me to give him my bra.

      I finally looked up... "Jim must never know about today. Promise me you
won't tell him... Please," I begged.

      "The Bra... NOW," was his only response.

      I was unsteady as I unhooked the front clasp. I then pulled the straps
through the sleeves of my blouse. My eyes were downcast as I held my most
intimate undergarment to the smiling Black boy.

      "Come with me. You need a new wardrobe. Tonight you are going to be my
date..."

      I slowly got up and followed the arrogant teenager to the door. I
carefully rebuttoned my blouse. Quietly I followed the teenage boy down the
long hallway. We exited the school building as I meekly followed behind my
Black stud. When we arrived at my station wagon he slid in on passenger's side
and patiently waited until I got behind the wheel.

      "Downtown," was his short order.

      Uncertain of the Black teenager's intentions I slowly followed his
directions. I was very apprehensive as to the destination of our journey
but.......

      When we reached the downtown he had me pull into the parking lot of
Victoria's Secret. My heart froze... I'd never bought anything from this
chain..... I'd never even ventured inside.
	
      When we entered the young sales clerk sort of snickered. She came up to
us; a thirty five year old math teacher and a young muscular Black student.
"The more conservative section of the store is over this way Ma'am," she softly
smiled.

      "My woman don't need any more conservative clothing. She has all the
conservative clothing she'll need for the rest of her life. My woman needs
something that'll make my dick hard," Jerome countered.

      I stood mortified with my eyes downcast as the smile evaporated from the
young sales lady. It took her several moments to regain her composure before
she softly spoke, "Please come this way. I believe there's something that may
be of interest you in this department."

      When we came to the leather goods department I looked around red faced.
Jerome, my fourteen year Black student, casually walked around the displays.
Picking up what he thought was my size he held out his large Black hands. "Try
these on. I'll tell you if they fit the agenda," he arrogantly stated.

      Shamefaced I took the offered garments and hurried to the dressing room.
Once in the privacy of the room I tried to regain my composure as I leaned
against the dressing room door. After several minutes I heard his large fist
beat on the door wanting me to appear.

      I finally looked down at the clothing that Jerome had picked out. My
heart again fluttered, and my mind raced. I slowly unbuttoned my blouse once
more; and slid my navy blue skirt to the floor. Once I had put on the selected
items I quietly opened the door and stepped out. I watched Jerome's reaction
and was pleased by his broad smile. I felt good about the reaction and lifted
my face to see the sales clerk who had a cocky smirk on her face. She knew,
like I, that the clothing selected could only mean one thing. My nipples
hardened and I felt my swishy lower lips again produce their feminine dew. The
tight leather pushed against my sensitive clit. "Yes........... I had passed my
Master's inspection... and I would receive my reward," I thought.

      The sales clerk turned to the cock Black teenager and asked if everything
was satisfactory.

      Jerome, his white teeth gleaming simply stated, "Yes my mousy little
teacher caused my Black bone to get real, real hard. Mrs. Jones, you best go
pay for your new purchases...."

      I was glad to return to the dressing room and place my new purchases in
the appropriate bags. As I slipped the nylons over my legs I noticed the stains
at the top of the hose, but the far more noticeable stain was that on my navy
blue skirt. Jerome's sticky cum had coated not only the front but the back of
the skirt. I tried to scrape the crusty discharge off but it wouldn't come off.
As I slipped my cum coated white blouse on I felt nasty when it rubbed against
my bare nipples. Jerome had retained not only my panties but my half bra and it
made me feel more naked that if I had nothing on. Pulling on my flats I reached
for the door handle.

      Jerome was impatient to go so I hurried behind him out the door with my
many purchases in my overloaded arms.

      When we reached the car he immediately wanted to drive to my house. I
quickly checked my watch. Jim, my husband would be home within the next hour.
"Please couldn't I drop you somewhere," I meekly pleaded.

      I felt his warm hand rest on my right knee. It then started sliding
towards my upper thigh. "Please..... I'm trying to drive. I'm afraid that..
that...." The warm hand continued it's journey. Upward.... upward until it
reached the top of my nylons. I nearly passed out when the hand reached my bare
skin above my nylons. The fingers played with the garter clasp and occasionally
ventured towards my leaking pussy folds. My cum coated skirt was nearly bunched
around my hips. My mind tried to focus on the fast moving traffic when I felt
the warm hand retreat. I allowed my mind one moment of relief..... and then I
felt the long strong fingers clasp the top button on my blouse.

      "Please.... Not while I'm driving. Everyone will see," I pleaded.

      "Exactly... I like to show off my woman," stated the arrogant Black
teenager.

      My eyes burned ahead as the car sped on it's journey. I dared not look at
the traffic on either side of me in the four lanes of traffic. After what
seemed an eternity the blouse was completely unbuttoned. I was nearly lifted
off the seat as Jerome pulled the tail of the shirt from my skirt. When the
tail was completely pulled out he carefully separated the two sides of the
tight blouse. My small but firm breasts were then available for the world to
see. As we sped down the freeway I glanced down to see my hardened red tipped
nipples totally exposed and my blue skirt bunched up to my waist. I could have
died from humiliation and dread but thankfully my exit was at hand.

      I was glad the sun had set as I drove the last several blocks to Mr. and
Mrs. Jim Jones upper middle class home in the suburbs. My one piece of good
fortune was that there were no neighbors visible in the deserted streets. My
disheveled appearance coupled with a Black teenage boy at my side would've
caused many of my nosy neighbors to take notice.

      The car was quickly parked in the garage and the door hurriedly closed. I
then turned to Jerome, "My husband Jim will be home within the next fifteen
minutes. Please have mercy and leave. I'm afraid that......" I sobbed on, not
knowing what to say.

      "I'm glad your husband will be home shortly. There's something that he
and I will have to discuss. From now on I'll be the only one fucking you. He'll
have to come to grips with his new status," he arrogantly stated.

      I felt a twinge of fear. "How could my thirty five year old husband
accept such a brash statement from a fourteen year old Black youth?" my mind
questioned.

      When we entered my martial home he brushed me aside and flopped down on
our large leather sectional. "Bring me a drink... A Strong Drink!!" he ordered.

      I was mentally and physically exhausted. My body made him and I two
double scotches and I reached out with his drink. As my arm extended he grabbed
my wrist and pulled me to his side on the huge leather sectional. "Enjoy your
drink with me. Your husband will soon be home and we'll resolve who your fuck
partner will be from now on," Jerome continued.

      He placed his right arm around my shoulder and his hand rested on my
right breast. He casually teased my sensitive nipple -- enjoying my
trepidation.

      I was the first to recognize the sound of the garage door opener. I
visualized each of my husband's steps as he approached the kitchen door located
directly next to our three car garage. The kitchen door opened; footsteps
crossed the kitchen floor and then as I meekly looked up I saw my husband's
face as he first gazed on my Black lover and me sitting on the leather
sectional. I'll never forget his stunned face as he focused on the Black hand
teasing my hardened nipple; my blouse completely open and laid back; my cum
coated navy skirt....... and the shocked look on my face.

      The next instance I recognized the anger envelop his five foot seven inch
165 pound frame. He was momentarily speechless as his mind digested the scene
in before him.

      "What in the Sam Hell is going on here Mary?" he nearly screamed.

      "This is Jerome Washington, Jim. He's one of my students," I meekly
blurted out. As the words left my mouth I realized how completely stupid it
must have sounded.

      "Black boy you'd better unhand my wife or you're in for the beating of
your life," screamed my now irrational husband.

      Jerome merely shifted his hand and cupped my overheated breast. He played
with it as if it was a bowl of jello. He then bent his head and licked the side
of my face with his long coarse tongue.

      Turning to Jim he sneered up at my irate husband. "From now on I'll be
the Black bastard fucking your wife. If you want to play macho man you best be
doing it now, asshole..."

      During the short sequence Jim had taken inventory of the muscular Black
youth. Although Jim was nearly three times his age he wasn't nearly as strong;
tall; or big. If there was to be a fight it'd be short, quick and over, with my
husband laying in a bloody heap.

      Jim's mannerism immediately softened. Anger is one thing....Reality is
quite another. "I want you to leave.. Now!" was Jim's next more milder
approach.

      "Get yourself a drink. You can Watch," Jerome haughtily replied.

      Jim moved one step closer until he saw Jerome flinch his hardened body.
He then backed up to the wet bar next to the kitchen. He turned, and made a
strong triple scotch before returning to the living room. He meekly sat down in
an easy chair to the far side of the leather sectional.

      When Jim turned Jerome lowered his face to mine and gently probed by
trembling lips with his tongue. Unable to comprehend the events of the last
several minutes my lips parted and the long wet tongue was dueling with mine.
His tongue explored my warm and wet oral cavity and I tried to keep up with
it's delicate probing.

      Jerome had placed his empty glass on the cushion next to where he was
seated and his left hand returned to my left knee. I pulled back when I felt
his warm hand make it's first contact. I'd pulled my skirt down to my knees
when I had first sat down but the Black hand found the hem and was slowly
raising it as the hand snaked it's way up my thigh. "Please don't," I moaned.

      My soft rebuke had no effect as I felt his hand sliding further and
further up my nylon covered leg. I felt my skirt begin to rise but was helpless
to do anything to prevent the exposure of my upper thighs. Jerome's right hand
was still rubbing the underside of my right breast and his insistent tongue was
still causing me great consternation.

      I finally pulled my lips away and with both my hands pulled his hand away
from my upper thigh. Fearfully I looked towards my husband. His eyes were wide
and his mouth hung half open.

      Jerome then turned and looked at Jim also.

      "Well Jim Boy I guess you and I have to decide who's going to fuck this
little tramp aren't we?" Jerome mockingly questioned.

      My husband's mind must have went blank. He didn't say anything.... his
stare was vacant........ and his manhood stood at attention in his dress
trousers.

      "I'm going to fuck Mrs. Jones now, Jim. If you're going to be an asshole
I'll ask you to leave. If you behave yourself you can stay...." Jerome
continued.

      I sat shocked, next to the fourteen year old Black youth who had just
made the most incredulous statement that I ever heard. I sat begging with my
heart that my husband would stand up for me... for our marriage... for his self
respect.

      Jim finally regained some degree of consciousness. "I want you to leave
my home..." he finally muttered.

      Jerome turned to me and softly commanded, "My drink needs a refill. Be
quick about it..."

      Uncomprehending the totally dreadful play unfolding before my husband and
I, I heavily lifted myself up and walked to the wet bar. As I passed my
husband, Jim, I looked down at his manhood standing rigidly at attention. It
was the first sustained erection he'd had in the last five months. I refilled
both Jerome's glass and mine and demurely walked back to the arrogant Black
youth.

      "I'm going to fuck Mary. If you don't want to watch you can leave. If you
want to stay and watch a Black Man fuck your wife you best not try to
interfere. You Got ME... Jimmy?" he stated.

      Jimmy, his head down, meekly pleaded with Jerome, "I can't let you fuck
my wife. I'll call the police.."

      I was standing timidly in front of Jerome.

      "Mary tell your husband what you did this afternoon during your lunch
hour?" Jerome commanded.

      I felt my face and body blush. "Please, Jerome, Don't make me.... please
don't make me..."

      Jim had a puzzled look on his drawn face.

      Jerome rose from his seated position and placed his large frame directly
behind me. I felt him grasp the shoulders of my blouse and gently slide them
down my arms. His strong arms then encased my shivering body and his fingers
slid down my sides. I felt his finger momentarily fumble with the clasp on my
skirt. The relief was only seconds in length as he finally achieved his goal
and I felt my skirt fall to my ankles. I'd already discarded my flat shoes so I
stood before my husband completely nude -- except for a thin garter belt and
hose.

      "Look at your husband and tell him what you did to me in your classroom
during lunch hour," Jerome again commanded.

      I looked up but had a difficult time looking into my husband's devastated
eyes. "I got on my knees and I sucked Jerome's cock to orgasm," I sobbingly
reported.

      "That's right JIMBO... Your little meek wife dropped to her knees in
front of me and sucked my Black cock. When I got ready to cum she squeezed my
nuts so that I could deposit all my nasty Nigger cum in her sweet little
mouth... Whatcha' think of that JIMBO?" Jerome mocked.

      Looking at my husband I could tell he was completely shattered. He tried
to speak but no words came forth.

      "Tell Jimbo what you gave me as a gift right before the assistant
principal opened your locked door Mrs. Jones," the mocking voice continued.

      As I looked up at my shattered husband I felt sharp spark flow throughout
my tight body. "Jim, I gave Jerome my panties. He made me take my panties off
and give them to him. I barely had time to hand him my panties before the
assistant principal put his key in my door," I simply stated. I could feel my
pussy continue lubricating. My confession was starting to light my fire... to
bring that pleasant and long lasting glow back to my deprived cunt.

      "How about after school Mrs. Jones? What gift did you convey to me then?"
Jerome continued.

      Jerome's use of Mrs. before my name was used to deflate my already
shattered ego. But it also achieved another purpose. My sloppy pussy was
lubricating for the inevitable fucking that was in store for this prim and
proper school marm.

      "Jim, after school Jerome came to my room. He made me give him my bra.
When we got to my car he made me unbutton my blouse so that everyone on the
freeway could see my bare titties... Jim he made me do all those nasty things,"
I sobbed.

      As I looked at my husband all I could find no compassion in his face..
But I could see his ever growing and hardening cock, tenting from his trousers.
IT looked like it was about to explode.

      "You see JIMBO... Your precious little wife committed second degree
criminal assault on a poor defenseless fourteen year old abused youth," Jerome
laughed. "Do you still want to call the police? Well Go Ahead.... Let's see how
your precious little cheesecake would fare in the dark, dank, confines of
County Lock Up. I bet her teaching career would get a real big boost too, don't
you JIMBO? Maybe you could call the assistant principal and see what he has to
say about the appearance of the little tramp when he unlocked her locked
classroom door. Well JIMBO whatcha have to say now?" he concluded.

      Jim sat silently slumped in the easy chair. A broken man he meekly sipped
his now empty drink. His raging hard on twitched as he looked up at his nearly
nude timid wife and the large Black teenage tough that was mocking both of
them.

      Jerome turned me around to face him. I kicked the blue skirt away and
stared into his dark eyes. "Take my clothes off Mrs. Jones," he ordered.

      I carefully removed his shirt over his broad and muscular shoulders. I
let my hands run across his massive pectorals and his rippled stomach. My
delicate fingers grasped the large belt buckle and I had to pull hard to
disengage the pin. I pulled the belt from the loops and then returned to the
button of the jeans. I felt Jerome inhale as I eased the button from the eyelet
and then I looked up into his stern face. For a youth of only fourteen his face
showed the hardness of a man twice his age. Standing on my tip toes I offered
my lips to his.....

      My delicate fingers grasped the tab of his zipper letting him tongue me
as his zipper came down. Although I'm a tall woman I only came up to only his
chest. When his zipper was finally down as far as it'd go I inserted my hands
into his jeans and worked them back over his massive buttocks. His easily jeans
fell to the floor once they were pulled over his muscular Black ass cheeks.

      As his jeans slid down I felt his slimy Black hard cock plop against my
firm stomach. His precum coated my stomach -- his hard cock felt as solid as a
two by four. Feeling the man weapon thump against my petite body, I swooned.
His strong hands returned to my breasts, forcefully manipulating my sensitive
nipples to his advantage. It took only seconds for the nipples to harden.... It
took less time for my pussy to completely engulf itself with my sweet woman
lubricant. I'd been sloppy from the first moment during lunch... I was now
awash with pussy juice flooding my chamber in anticipation of a real man
sticking his hard cock deep into my belly.

      Unable to wait, I dropped to my knees. My eager mouth found the tip of
his hard Black cock and I eagerly inserted the leaking tube of Black flesh into
my willing and warm mouth. My tongue caressed the tip... and then traveled the
length, or at least what I could suck into my mouth.

      Jerome stood above me, watching my husband's reaction to my wanton
display of lust. "Stroke yourself Jim.. After I fuck your wife you can suck her
out. YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED TO FUCK HER ANYMORE......." he ordered.

      The words cut deeply but I wasn't craving words.. I was craving hard
Black cock and nothing was going to derail my needs... not at this point.

      My tongue lavished it's saliva and caresses upon his hard Black tube. I
craved Jerome's cock. I adored it's throbbing and twitching veins.....

      "On the Couch..." was his simple command.

      I instantly obeyed. I scooted around his muscular frame to settle on the
edge of the seat cushion. I hungrily looked up to him; pleading with my eyes.
"Please put on a condom...," I meekly begged.

      "Spread yourself...... I want to see that tight little pussy. I could
barely get my fingers into your wife's pussy this afternoon Jim. I can tell you
couldn't be satisfying your wife if she's so tight.... When I fuck her Jim,
it'll be like fucking a virgin cause you sure in the hell haven't put a dent in
that little White pussy.." he mocked my husband.

      He slapped my thighs and I stretched my legs further. It hurt to spread
my legs so much but I had to.... Jerome's cock was so very large. "Please don't
fuck me without a condom. It's my fertile period and I'm not on any
protection," I continued to beg.

      "I told you to spread.. How am I going to stick my Black cock into Jim's
wife's little cunt hole if she doesn't spread her lilly White legs for me?"
questioned Jerome.

      I was intently staring at the large Black teenage boy as he mocked my
husband. He knee walked between my legs and I scooted further down the cushions
of the sofa so that I could wrap my legs around his muscular thighs.

      I felt the tip of his hot poker as it inched it's way forward. It scraped
my upper thighs leaving a trail of rope like precum dripping on the black
leather sofa cushions. My mind swirled with both the need, and the fear of
having his fertile Black seed deposit a Black bastard deep within my womb....

      My husband Jim was slumped down in the easy chair watching Jerome
preparing my cunt for his huge Black cock. His mouth was open and drool dripped
from his lips. His hand was frantically stroking his now exposed cock.

      I felt the tip finally reach the entrance of my sopping hole, it felt
like a huge log. Momentarily, I had second thoughts and started to scoot back
on the cushions, but Jerome's strong hands gripped my waist pulling me back
down. My terrified eyes burned into his dark forbidding slits as I felt the tip
lodge itself with the outer most opening. My creme lubricated the tip as Jerome
inserted the first inch. I heard myself let out a mournful screech. Jerome
forced the second inch in and then slowly withdrew. I looked down at the
contrast of my pasty White stomach and his dark Black cock. The tip was wet
from my excretions. With my eyes I pleaded with Jerome to end this ravishment.

      He smiled as his hips lurched forward and impaled my stretched love
chamber upon the end of his Black cock. As I tried to adjust to the feeling of
the intense fullness, I felt another lunge..... and another two inches of solid
Black cock found it's way deep into my stretched womanhood. He allowed his cock
to slip back an inch before he pushed forward again. As he thrust his muscular
buttocks forward his strong arms pulled my waist to him.

      Sweat was dripping from my face and body. Although it'd previously felt
cold and damp in my living room the place was now an inferno. I tried to lift
my hips to reduce the pressure, but as soon as my legs forced my hips up I was
filled with another section of Black tube. The pressure was intense; I'd never
been as full as I was at that moment. My poor under endowed husband, even when
erect could never fill even half of what this fourteen year Black Boy was
managing.

      Once again, I pleaded, "you mustn't cum in me. Please.... Oh gawd
Please...."

      Jerome, his face strained, merely smirked. "Your little pussy is going to
have all the little Black sperm it can hold. I fuck bare back... I'm not a
little wimp ass White boy......... I hope I knock your White ass up. You'll
have something to talk about with your little White school teacher friends,
Mary.." he mocked.

      His vision of knocking up his Jr. High Math teacher caused him to become
even more excited. He could no longer control himself as he pile drived his
Black cock to my inner most depths. At the same time his muscular arms grabbed
my waist and brutally forced my whole body onto his thrusting Black log. At
that moment in time I'd thought he'd split me in two. My entire soul was being
impaled on his long thick Black cock. I screamed in agony as it felt like my
hips were being ripped from their sockets and my poor tender white pussy was
stuffed with a donkey sized Black cock.

      As rapidly as the impalement occurred, a split second later the Black
pole was retracted..... and then the pile driving ass loaded my pussy
again..... and again.... and again... The see-sawing action was achieving its
goal. The intenseness, the relaxation, was allowing my ravished body to respond
to him. To respond to his total conquest of my body and soul.

      I could do nothing except lay there and accept the pain..... and pleasure
of his magnificent Black cock. He dispensed both with ease. One moment I could
hardly breathe from the intense fullness... the next moment I was wrapping my
calves around his muscular ass cheeks begging him to impale me....... To IMPALE
me upon his splendid Black manhood. As each second roared by I heard a constant
throbbing in my head as I clenched at the man/beast that was rapidly bringing
me to a total and complete release. I couldn't stop.. I couldn't breathe... I
couldn't wait for the magic moment that was so very close.

      The first orgasm washed through my entire body. Every nerve..every fiber
was totally consumed with the pleasure and mind numbing sensations as the
feeling spread throughout my body. Panting to regain my breath I tried to keep
up with Jerome. He had not stopped but had actually increased his powerful
thrusts.

      I looked down at the vortex between my obscenely splayed legs to see his
huge Black cock going in and out of my grotesquely stretched cunt. Every time
his Black tube was thrust forward I could see my lower stomach rise from the
insertion. There was nothing that I could do but grip this magnificent Black
animal with my legs. I pulled him forward fighting when he tried to pull his
cock from between my legs.

      My second climax was much more serene that the earthquake of the first.
But my second orgasm didn't slow the brutally fucking teenager. I lost count
after my fifth multiple orgasm and possibly lost consciousness. Finally at long
last I heard a tremendous gasp and felt his muscular body fall across mine. The
torrent of Black seed seemed to flood the inner recesses of my panting body.

      The scalding sperm ricocheted throughout my stuffed pussy and coated not
only my thighs but dripped down my ass cheeks and flooding my wrinkled asshole.
The devastation was complete. It took me several minutes to regain any sense of
where I was or what had actually happened.

      At long last I looked up to see my husband crouched against the front of
the chair he was sitting in. His limp reddened cock was shriveled and the front
of his pants showed the rewards of his discharge. His glasses were cockeyed on
his face and he had a far away look in his eyes.

      Reprieve was to be short lived.

      When Jerome had recovered from his nut busting he rolled off my exhausted
and depleted body. My body was cum coated body was covered with bright red
splotches where my Black boy had pinched me during our violent lovemaking
journey. His white colored voluminous sperm continuiously flowed from my
stretched and hurting folds of my cunt. It'd drenched my hair lined slit and
had puddled beneath the cushions where I laid in a half prone position.

      "Hey faggott, get your sorry ass over here," he shouted at my husband.

      The order brought Jim out of his stupor. He wearily shook his head.
Jerome rose and walked over to my slumped over husband. Reaching down he
grabbed him by one of his large ears and started pulling Jim back over to the
sofa with him. Jim struggled with the muscular Black youth but couldn't
disengage his firm grip on his ear which was nearly twisted off.

      Once Jerome returned to the sofa he fell into it's deep recesses. "Your
wife sucked me clean faggot... Now it's your turn."

      Jim immediately turned pale and started to turn and crawl away. Jerome
raised up and in one brutal slap across his ears -- bringing stars to his
eyes.. my husband was now totally terrified and again tried to crawl away. The
muscular Black youth merely grabbed him by the ankle and pulled my struggling
husband back to the leather sofa where he again slapped him on the side of the
head; again the blow landed on Jim's other ear. Jim brought his hands and arms
up begging, "Please don't hit me again.... Please..."

      Jerome relaxed and laid against the back of the sofa. "I told you to suck
my cock like your wife did. Do it or I'll give you another dose."

      My husband didn't need another dose. He humbly crawled to the edge of the
sofa and pulled himself up. He was looking directly at the still semi-hard
Black tube that had just ravished his wife. Jerome grabbed him by the back of
the head and pulled him sharply forward.

      Jim immediately opened his mouth and was rewarded by the insertion of
Jerome's Black cock. He feverishly sucked the Black sperm and my womanly
coating from the large -- much used -- Black man weapon. It took my husband
nearly five minutes to thoroughly clean the Black manhood. Smiling Jerome
raised his leg and pulled it back to his chest.... "Now Rim me....."

      Jim didn't instantly recognize the order but with the Black puckered
asshole only inches away from his wet shiny face he finally comprehended the
dreaded order. He started to shake his head..... but the intense glare from the
muscled Black teenager finally registered. Jerome smiled when he felt my
husband's tongue slide up his chute. His left hand found the back of his head
and with his fingers firmly planted in the slick hair he pulled Jim forward
until he was totally buried in his Black ass. The submission lasted nearly five
minutes before Jim was finally kicked away.

      I laid totally still as my husband was made to pay for his
submissiveness. He hadn't defended me against my terrible assault and I felt no
mercy for him as he labored to lick my student's pungent asshole. My body ached
from my head to my tender stretched pussy hole. Jerome's seed continued to flow
from my swollen lips. I couldn't comprehend how much sperm had been planted in
my heretofore seldom used womanhood. I tried to shift positions but each
movement brought pain to my stretched muscles... and my stretched cunt.

      When Jim had been kicked away I turned my head and looked at my Jr. High
Student. His icy stare confirmed my fears that this would be neither the end of
mine nor my husband's servitude to our new Black Master.

      After cleaning my Black Lover's cock and asshole my husband laid at my
feet. I tried to shift my tired body but every muscle seemed to ache. My
teenage lover had twisted my body into such angles that each of my muscle
groups screamed for relief. My pussy, full of Jerome's mammoth discharge was
still leaking down my thighs and coating my asshole, even after nearly an hour
of his brutal lovemaking.

      Jerome shifted and slid to the edge of the sofa cushions. "Hey Jimbo, how
are you going to like a little Black bastard baby running around this nice
home. In another nine months your wife is going to spread her legs and my Black
baby will drop out. How are you going to like that you limp dicked little
faggot?"

      Jim, totally broken looked up at his tormentor and meekly shook his head.
"No..... I can't accept that...," he quietly murmured.

      "Well White Boy, I suggest you suck my sperm out of my new pussy...."
Jerome mocked.

      My husband, Jim, was totally mesmerized by the Black teenage boy that'd
taken his wife.. He looked around unbelieving the last several hours. He'd
watched his heretofore meek, mild, mousy wife become a sexual vixen at the end
of a fourteen year old Black boy. He'd witnessed his own decline in
masculinity..... being forced to clean the Black cock that had totally
captivated his wife. Of being forced to suck the seducer's wrinkled asshole. Of
being kicked on the floor like a junk yard dog. And last.... of being mocked by
the Black intruder after he'd probably impregnated his wife.

      This last conscious thought finally brought him to some small sense of
reality. He crawled between my legs and gently spread them. Even this gentle
movement strained my already overworked muscles. I looked down to the man who
I'd loved; but whom I now loathed. He'd permitted this fourteen year old youth
to savagely fuck me......... Gathering my remaining strength I reached behind
his wet scalp and pulled his face towards my tender and stretched slit. The
initial contact felt soothing. His soft wet tongue caressed my swollen pussy
lips caused me pleasure. I felt the tip of his tongue snake into my chamber
searching for Jerome's seed and spread my legs. I was still wearing my hose and
I enjoyed the erotic scene with my doting husband sucking my pussy with my
nylon covered legs wrapped around his head.

      Jim was a man on a mission. He kept trying to insert his wet tongue
deeper and deeper; attempting to secure more of the salty sperm left by my
teenage Black boy lover. As he scrunched up against my overworked thighs I
continually tried to spread my legs further and further to allow him greater
and greater access. I was rewarded by his warm tongue as it dove deeper and
deeper into my wet recesses. I felt his tongue scoop out the boy's discharge
and I heard him suck it down his throat.

      Out of the corner of my eye I saw the teenager slowly get up and move
around to the back of my husband. I watched his face as he put his finger to
his lips motioning for me to keep silent. I obeyed the boy with the long hard
Black cock.

      When he was directly behind my husband he motioned for me to raise my
legs and insert them over my husband's shoulders. Although I didn't immediately
realize what he was asking I complied without hesitation. As I interlocked my
nylon covered legs over my husband's shoulders it had the pleasurable effect in
driving his face deeper into my steaming crevice. It also accomplished another
function......it effectively immobilized him.. He couldn't dislodge my
legs..........

      My husband started squirming when he felt Jerome reach around his waist
and unbuckle his belt. He kept struggling harder and harder to break free
but...... my legs held him firm. His struggling excited me as his face was
ground ever deeper into my now aroused clit. I couldn't see his face... only
felt his futile struggles.

      Jerome had a large smile as he unbuttoned the dress slacks and started
pulling them down over Jim's lean waist. Each of Jerome's movements caused my
husband greater and greater anxiety. He desperately wanted to be free so that
he could resist what we both knew was coming. The Black teenager ungraciously
ripped the slacks from his thighs and legs; letting his knees hit the hard
floor. Jim had only his jockey shorts covering his small treasures now. They
were still wet from masturbating while watching my ravishment by my Black
lover.

      My husband started screaming when he felt Jerome's strong hands grab his
shorts, slowly pulling them down over his ass cheeks. As the screaming
continued I pulled his face brutally forward with my strong legs. The leverage
I had; my legs being wrapped around his soft shoulders was complete. Although
his legs thrashed around his upper torso was completely at my mercy. I
smiled........ My under endowed and under powered husband was about to
experience what I'd enjoyed in my stretched little cunt.

      After he removed Jim's jockey shorts Jerome turned and walked to the
bathroom. When he returned he had a sly smile on his face. He carried a tube of
K-Y jelly in his hand and again motioned for me to remain silent. A smile
appeared on my face as he smeared the clear liquid on his right index finger. I
felt my husband flinch as he felt the digit being inserted into his tight
unyielding anus. Jerome continued smiling as he sawed in and out of Jim's ass
with his slime coated finger.

      My husband continued to thrash around until....... his submission like
mine was quick and decisive. His pleasure level however wasn't anything as mine
had been. He struggled until my Black lover had finished..... and left his seed
buried deep within his bowels. As Jerome finished I finally unlocked my legs
and allowed my husband to slump to the floor in front of my pussy. His vacant
stare told me of his surrender.

      Jerome got up and marched off to the bathroom. Shortly I heard the shower
running and saw steam flowing from the open door. I let my eyes close and
drifted off to a light slumber hearing my husband Jim, sob softly at my nylon
covered feet.

      When Jerome returned he softly stroked my brow. "Go make our bed."

      I looked up with a puzzled look.

      "From now on I'll be sleeping in your bed with you. Your husband can
sleep on a rug near the door. I want him to hear when I pleasure you. Now
Go..."

      Jim, his eyes distant, meekly shook his head.

      I pulled my weary body off the leather sofa and followed my Black teenage
lover's orders. After completing my asigned tasks I returned and stood in the
door completely naked.

      "You can watch if you want. I'm sure you'll hear when I bust my nut in
your wife again tonight..." Jerome told my husband who meekly nodded.

      I drifted off to sleep first but was awaken approximately three hours
later. Jerome was sucking on my distended breasts. He sucked the hard nipples
into his mouth and roughly bit the tips. It brought a sharp pain but it also
brought......... arousal. By the time he mounted me I was wet. Even though my
pussy was wet and ready his size still intimidated me. The large Black cock
slipped into my small and sore pussy and after fucking me intensely for nearly
thirty minutes he deposited his virile Black seed deep in my womb. Since this
tall muscular Black youth walked into my life I seemed to be one never ending
cycle of intense orgasms.

      After squeezing the last of his seed on my tired and exhausted body
Jerome rose and walked towards the door. "Clean your wife. If you hurry you can
suck my cum from her pussy. If you fail your mousy little wife will be carrying
my baby.... Do IT.... Now!!"

      My husband timidly pulled himself off the rug where he was asleep and
crawled to our martial bed. His tongue found my hole and sucked Jerome's seed
from it's outer reaches before forcing it's way deeper into my chamber. I could
tell he was able to retrieve some of the thick fluid. He continued until he'd
thoroughly cleaned me. Groggily he pulled himself off our bed and returned to
his rug.

      I felt the springs creak as Jerome laid back down and quickly fell off
into slumber.

      Jerome took me two more times during my first night of surrender. Each
time my husband Jim was forced to clean my chute of Jerome's virile seed. As I
drifted off to slumber after my last servicing my thoughts were of the coming
day. What more could possibly be in store for my husband and I?

      WHAT???????


                              Daddy Meats Teacher
                                   Chapter 3
                                       by
                                   Arc Light

      The first signal of a new day was when my eyes finally opened. It was
nearly 11:00 AM and neither my teenage lover nor my husband had yet stirred. My
body, although rested still ached from the sexual breeding that I'd undergone
during the last twenty four hours. I raised my head and my muscles sent me
their signal; they were sore and each movement must be performed in a slow
motion basis.

      I slowly made it to the shower off the master bedroom. As I felt the warm
water coat my body I lathered my small but firm breasts and slowly rubbed the
soap over my well used sex. The warm water, soap suds and peaceful moments
relaxed my tender and sore body.

      When I'd finished I pulled on one of my husband's white dress shirts. I
thought momentarily about putting on a pair of panties and bra but felt my new
lover wouldn't approve. I therefore exited the bathroom in only my husband's
shirt. When I re-entered the bedroom I saw the first movements of Jerome on my
martial bed. I walked over and straddled his muscular body. He was laying face
down and I forcefully gave him a soothing back rub. After several minutes he
rolled over and pulled me to him giving me a sloppy wet kiss before pushing me
aside. "I like bacon and eggs..."

      Jumping from the bed he started for the bathroom but my husband had just
woke up. Jerome turned and walked to my husband. "I think you'd best do some
yard work Jimmy. I have a party planned for tonight and I want your yard
looking real fine."

      Jim, his head still fogged with early morning grogginess, tried to
comprehend how this arrogant Black teenaged boy had taken over his wife; his
home; his very existence. "I need to take a quick shower," he mumbled, rubbing
his red eyes.

      "No, you'd best do what you're told, when I tell you to do it. Pull your
white shirt over your jockey shorts," Jerome ordered.

      Jim started to object..... but reason again prevailed. The Black
teenager's muscular nude body was still far too much for him to challenge. He
pulled on the white dress shirt laying crumpled by the sofa.

      "Put your wing tips and Black socks on. That should make a good
combination," Jerome smiled.

      Although he complied with the humiliating orders he was less than
pleased. After tying his wing tips he meekly walked out to the garage where the
rakes were kept.

      As my husband timidly shuffled out the kitchen door Jerome returned to my
side. He confidently put his large Black hand on my ass cheeks and whispered in
my ear, "I've got a surprise for you later this morning."

      After I'd fixed my lover's breakfast I was ready to start the dishes when
I heard the front door bell ring.. I started to turn and put something on but
Jerome pointed to the door. "Get the Door...." was his brief but direct
command.

      As I walked towards the front door I managed to button all but the top
three buttons on my husband's shirt. I wasn't expecting anyone this Saturday
morning. When I swung the door open I was totally shocked. Filling the entire
door frame was one of the largest men I'd ever seen. He had a wide smile on his
handsome Black face. He wore a sleeveless shirt and his biceps rippled. The
shirt ended just below his massive pectorals showing his rippled stomach. He
wore tight blue jean cut-offs and tennis shoes.

      I tried to analyze his age. He wasn't old but he had many years put on
his lean frame.

      I was just about to speak when I heard Jerome speak from behind my nearly
nude frame. "Daddy, Come On In."

      The large, six-foot-six inch Black man brushed by me and the two Black
men embraced. I glanced towards the front of our house and saw my ridiculous
looking husband with a rake in his hands. Wearing only his dress shirt; jockey
shorts and dark socks with his wing-tip dress shoes looking like a complete
idiot. The expression on his over wrought face looked like a man in total
dispair.

      I slowly turned to see the new man that'd walked into my home; and into
my life. The door was still completely open and my husband Jim was observing
the latest events in his life.

      Jerome turned to me and said "this is my father. You'll address him as
'Daddy' cause Mary he's one bad dude." Daddy walked up to me taking full
inventory in his intense eyes. "So this is your little meek teacher," he said
to his son.

      As he stood next to me I was awed by the rippling muscles of his arms and
shoulders. His arms were larger than my legs looked like he appeared straight
from a bodybuilder's magazine. He cupped my chin and lifted my face until I was
staring into his burning intense eyes. "You'd better please me. My son tells me
that for a meek little bitch you fuck to please. Is that correct Teach?" he
asked!

      With my head held back and the intense burning eyes melting my already
fragile being I couldn't speak. Out of the corner of my eyes I could see my
husband Jim forlornly looking at the scene in front of him. Here was his rather
tall meek wife standing in front of a six-foot-six inch muscular Black man
clothed in only a white dress shirt. I'm sure that my husband could see my
trembling body as I tried to answer the tall intruder who'd invaded our
lives.

      "It doesn't look like you've got much in the tit department. I like to
tit fuck my new bitches; so you'd better find other ways to please me Mrs.
Jones......" Daddy continued.

      His over powering strength radiated to my lean trembling body. He could
break me into with a flick of his powerful arms.

      His intense eyes continued to burn into my soul. "I like what I see in
your face Mrs. Jones. I see fear; I feed on that emotion. I've spent the last
ten years of my live in the Joiliet State Prison and I've seen a lot of fear.
Once you have fear instilled you get what you what...." he continued.

      My voice started trembling, "What...... what is it that you want?"

      His laughter broke the immediate tension. His hands fell to the top of my
open shirt. His massive grip slowly but powerfully ripped the resisting buttons
from the starched white cloth. He slowly and deliberately ripped the shirt open
one button at a time; the buttons flying through the entrance of hallway. His
objective was to exhibit his strength and with each button sent flying he'd
accomplished his goal.

      In merely seconds I was standing nearly naked before his gazing eyes. His
strong hands reached around me and with each hand on the back of the collar
shredded the resisting cloth. Once the shirt was in pieces it merely fell from
my shoulders. My nipples hardened......... from the early morning chill or the
intense situation; I'm not sure. I felt myself moisten and...........

      Daddy stood before me, but didn't speak for nearly two minutes. He merely
inhaled my fear and dread. "Have you ass fucked this meek little teacher yet
son?" he finally asked.

      Jerome stood smiling to our left. "No Daddy.... I thought you might want
to break her in yourself. I'm sure she's cherry. This little teacher hadn't had
a real man until Friday night. Her limp dick husband sure hadn't hurt her pussy
hole at all. It was like fucking the little bitch for the first time."

      The older Black man turned and burned his intense eyes deep into my
soul. "Has anyone taken your ass yet Mrs. Jones?" he calmly asked.

      I felt like melting..... standing naked in front of a muscular
six-foot-six inch Black block of granite and having him question my most
intimate encounters. "No one has ever fucked my ass," I meekly answered.

      "Put your hands on me," Daddy ordered.

      I hesitated. I was shivering........ I knew that he'd make me.

      "Put your hands on the Black cock that'll bust your ass cherry Mary,"
Daddy ordered.

      His command was stern. Hesitantly, I allowed my hands to find the front
of his cut-offs. He heard me gasp as my small hands outlined the large hard
Black cock through the denim fabric. My mouth fell open and I heard him and
Jerome laugh at my discomfort.

      "Milk IT...... Milk my Black cock teacher," he ordered.

      My small hands ran on both sides of the denim covered cock. I looked up
to him smiling at my discomfort. He was enjoying my apprehension; my fear. His
cock was TOO BIG! It'd never fit into my soft body.

      "You'll squeal when I take your ass cherry. But I may let you experience
the fullness in your pussy first. Jerome..... how many times have you bred the
little bitch?" he casually asked.

      "I've taken my teacher five times since Friday. She could barely take my
cock the first time but since then I've stretched her little hole. Her limp
dicked husband must be hung like a noodle. Her little pussy gripped my cock
like a glove. She felt like a twelve-year-old virgin the first I fucked her.
She learned to spread her long legs after the first time I buried my cock deep
in her womb though," Jerome callously answered his twenty-eight-year old
father.

      I was frantically stroking "Daddy's" long hard cock. I was hoping he'd
blow his first load in his shorts -- it'd give me a brief moment of respite.

      He looked deep into my eyes. I couldn't stand his intense glare. I
started shaking......

      He slowly walked around behind me. "Put your hands on your knees Mary,"
he softly commanded.

      I complied with his order. "Please....... don't hurt me," I quietly
begged.

      Standing behind me I heard him stick his index finger in his wet mouth
coating it with his saliva. He took his time............... I didn't want to
feel his finger; but I knew what was coming.

      "Turn your head to the left Mrs. Jones. Let me know what you see lover,"
he quietly asked.

      Turning to the open door I looked out to my front sidewalk. Standing with
the rake in his hands and his tongue hanging out was my husband Jim. He was
still in his ridiculous black socks, wingtips, jockey shorts and white dress
shirt. His little cock was at attention and he had a defeated look on his face.

      "My husband is watching us Daddy... Please let Jerome shut the door," I
softly pleaded from my half bent over stance.

      "Tell me about his little White boy cock Mary. Tell me about your
husband's cock. Has he ever been able to satisfy your needs?" Daddy asked.

      "His cock is hard Daddy....... no," I softly spoke.

      I felt the saliva coated finger tease my tightly clenched wrinkled little
asshole. I flinched but didn't step forward. I knew that punishment would
follow if I resisted his crude domination of my tight lean body.

      "Your ass is tighter than Bob. He was my White boy cellmate for three
years. When the guard brought him to the cell for the first time he was crying.
I made him get down on his knees and suck me within ten minutes after being
thrown into my cell. He sucked me every night for the next three years. I
whored him out to the other brothers..... but he got a shot of the hot dose. He
died within nine months of aids but I still made him suck me as his teeth were
falling out...... I'd suggest that you'd better not resist Mrs. Jones. Now
reach back and spread your ass cheeks."

      With my eyes tearing I reached back and pulled my cheeks apart. I pulled
them wide and I felt his finger lodge into my nether opening. At first it was
only the finger tip; and then the first knuckle; and then......... His finger
hurt.....

      He pulled his finger out and walked around directly facing me. I was
afraid he'd take my ass on the floor directly in front of the front door with
my husband watching.

      "Does your fear excite you Mary?" Daddy questioned.

      "No.... you frighten me.... Please, leave my husband and I...." I
sobbed..

      "Spread....." Daddy ordered.

      I lowered my head and spread my legs wide apart. I brought my hands to
cover my hardened nipples.

      His strong dark fingers ran along the outside of my lower lips. A small
moan escaped my lips. The sensation felt good... the release of my tension
relaxed my suddenly cold body. I turned my eyes to the door to see my husband,
Jim with his little manhood twitching on the front lawn. I tried to understand
what emotions must be going through his mind while he watched his naked wife in
the middle of the front door with a huge Black man probing her sex while his
fourteen-year old Black son stands idly watching. Fortunately I didn't have
additional time to comprehend my husband's emotions.

      As his fingers traveled back and forth along my squishy slit he allowed
his fingertips to sink between the folds. He brought his wet fingers to my lips
coating the with my moisture. My tongue snaked out and tasted the honey like
substance. Daddy was pleased.

      He continued to excite me with his fingers but made certain that he
didn't bring me to climax. I knew that this was merely the first stage of his
domination........ and my submission. After all, his son had already filled me
with Black cum. It was now his Daddy's turn.

      "Do you want to suck me first?" was his simple question.

      I looked up..... into his forbidding eyes. My lips moaned, "yes" as I
slid down on my knees.

      He carefully and slowly undid his belt.... and the button holding his
tight denim shorts.... before slowly drawing the zipper down. I was merely an
observer from my subservient position at his feet. When the shorts slid down
his muscle bound thighs his Black manhood flopped out.

      The purple head dripped a large drop of precum which I quickly sucked
into my mouth. His Black cock was nearly too thick for me to get my mouth
opened wide enough. I tried... I nearly dislocated my jaw trying to suck the
huge man organ into my mouth. Even with my saliva coating the tip I could
barely get the first two inches in. My tongue bathed the Black cock. I brought
my small hands up to cradle the huge balls dangling beneath his magnificent
Black manhood.

      Jerome walked to the front door and giving Jim an angry nod, slammed the
door.

      I slaved at pleasing Daddy. My mind raced; if I can't get his Black cock
in my mouth how will I ever get that huge organ in my pussy or...............
how in gawd's name could he bury himself in my................ ass!

      However at this moment Daddy wasn't worrying about my fears... His Black
cock discharge caught me off guard. He walked forward and I fell back on my ass
as his Black cannon blasted his hot spunk deep into my throat. I tried to
swallow but there was too much white cum. It blasted out my mouth and was
running down my chin. I humbly looked up at the massive Black man smiling above
me.

      He stroked himself emptying his pent up spunk on my face and hair. As he
looked down he could see my wet and slopping pussy streaking the hardwood
floor.

      "Get Ready.... I'll be in to fuck you in a minute. Lay face down on your
bed......" Daddy ordered.

      With glazed eyes I walked towards my husband's bedroom provocatively
swaying my ass cheeks as I walked across the room. In hindsight it was probable
foolish..... Daddy still had more than one load ready to be unleashed upon my
sexually charged body.

      Before Daddy arrived I'd put clean white sheets on the bed because Jerome
and I had coated the previous ones with load after load of creme. I stepped up
on the bed and kneewalked to it's center and I then laid face down to wait as
was commanded.

      Jerome was the first to enter the room. Although his cock was charged, he
obientantly waited for his turn with me. The blindfold was the first thing to
rob me of my sight. Jerome pulled it tight causing me to moan. I pulled back my
right hand but he grabbed it and pulled it to the corner of the king size bed.
I heard the metal clasp close before I felt the cold stainless steel handcuff
steal my partial freedom of movement.

      Jerome walked to the foot of the bed and sharply pulled my left ankle
down before clasping my dainty ankle to the foot of the bed. As each of my
limbs were secured my overwhelming fear returned.

      A sharp slap brought a burning sensation to my left ass cheek. "Raise
your ass teacher..." Jerome commanded.

      I raised my stomach and buttocks and felt a fluffy pillow being shoved
under my torso.

      Then I felt the bed springs creak as Daddy's weight made the lower bed
sag. The K-Y jelly coated his finger. He was gentle....... the sensation of the
slippery lubricant made the insertion easier.

      There was no reason for Daddy to hasten his conquest. I was bound and
laid open for him as he casually took his time. I could feel his dripping man
organ coat my thighs. It took him a great deal of time to work his index finger
into my bowels. The second finger felt like it was an easier task.... finally
his third finger pried my anus open coating it's tender chute with lubricant.
The sensations weren't unpleasant. I felt my body sway with his gentle
manipulation of my most private place.

      As the lubricant dripped to my soaked cunt chamber his fingers had
loosened my wrinkled opening.

      "Beg me Miss Mary. Beg me to make you a woman," Daddy softly requested.

      I was nearly in a trance as I swayed against his thick Black fingers
lodged in my ass. "Take me Daddy...... Make me a woman..." I begged.

      Daddy's purple tipped Black cock was coated with the K-Y jelly. At first
he merely rested the tip, but then gently rubbed the head against my opening. I
shoved my ass up as the tip slid over the opening.

      Raising up he angled the Black destroyer against my small puckered
opening. He groaned and I screamed as the second assault found it's mark. As
each inch was inserted he gave me time adjust my ravished body.

      My constant moans..... pleads....... and screams drove his assault on my
tender little asshole. I was helpless as he took me...... He coated my bowels
with his seed. He didn't retract his cock until a long period had passed while
my stretched rectum muscles milked his huge Black cock. I could feel my muscles
sucking his fertile Black seed from his huge nut sacks.

      His simple question at the end of my ass breeding session was simple,
"Are you mine......"

      I screamed my response, "Oh gawd Daddy....YES!!! YES!!! OH GAWD
YESSSSSSSSSSSS........."

      His mind cataloged my surrender. He fell ontop of my body and his cock
remain lodged within my bowels. We slept in the early morning sunshine; with my
hands and ankles strapped to the bed and with Daddy laying prone over my
exhausted body and.............. his long Black cock still lodged firmly in my
bowels.


                          The Teacher's First Day Back
                                   Chapter 4
                                  by Arc Light

      Monday morning came early. Jerome and his father, "Daddy" had left around
two in the morning. Each had shared my husband's bed with me and each had
deposited a volumous load of Black sperm deep in my womb before they showered
and left. Naturally, neither had used a condom and kept referring to the Black
baby they'd no doubt lodged deep in my belly.

      As I showered and dressed I kept remembering my "orders" on how Jerome
expected me to look at school. I was no longer permitted to wear low shoes; nor
long skirts. Jerome told me that unless he could place his huge hand between
the hem of my skirt and the top of my knee he'd be forced to give me another
caning at school. I didn't know whether or not he was serious but I didn't want
to take any chances. Although I'd very little sleep from my first Black
breeding on Friday night through Sunday night I managed to pull my tired body
and sore pussy up an hour earlier than normal so that I could adjust the hem on
my skirt. As I raised the hem on of skirt I made extra damn sure I'd complied
with his measurement standard.

      As I pulled my black hose over my firm tanned legs I made a mental note
of his dictation in regards to my lingerie; or really the lack of the items I'd
need to wear. I wasn't permitted to wear panties or bras (because my breasts
were too small to require one). I clasped the top of my shimmering black hose
to the garter clasp and sighed. I didn't look forward to facing either Jerome;
or the other students and especially the assistant principal. I remember the
look on the assistant principal's face as he unlocked the door to my classroom
immediately after I surrendered my panties to Jerome. He looked at my cum
stained skirt and blouse and I'm positive he'd comprehended what'd happened.

      My husband Jim was still asleep on the sofa as I exited our front door.
Although I'd been sexually used nearly a dozen times over the week-end it was
my husband Jim who was suffering from the abuse. Both Jerome and his father had
ridiculed and shamed my husband throughout the entire week-end. They repeatedly
asked how a man could allow two Black studs; one a "mere" boy of fourteen to
fill his wife's body with Black seed; never asking (begging) that they use
condoms. My husband was then forced(?); to tongue suck my swollen and battered
love hole until their jism was completely removed. Although this further
humiliation should've shamed him even more, I watched his small cock constantly
dripping his cum while servicing my sore body.

      As I timidly walked down the long hallway the sound of my three inch
spiked heels snapped upon the hard tile flooring. I was conscious of the male
heads whipping to catch a glimpse as I swiftly walked down the hall. I felt my
small breasts swaying with each step and I'm sure the sight of my firm legs now
on display in my short black skirt caught their attention. When I'd finally
arrived at my room I closed the door and stood nearly out of breath. The show
that I'd performed had caused my sore little pussy to become sloppy with my
creme. I'd never felt such exhilaration before from merely teasing the students
and staff of this upper middle class Junior High School. Although most of the
students (with the exception of Jerome) were merely boys with hormones running
rampant.

      Fortunately, the first four classes passed without any difficulty.
Although most of my students were behaved and didn't cause me any distractions,
I could tell from the looks on their rosy cheeks (and bulging crotches) that
they liked the "New Mrs. Jones" Jr. High math teacher.

      During the last class of the day I kept noticing that Sasha Cantral was
smiling at me. Her smile and the implications thereof made me very uneasy.
Sasha was the fifteen-year old girlfriend of Jerome. Although she should've
been in high school her parents had taken her out of school the previous year
to travel with them around the world. In addition to being obscenely wealthy
Sasha should've been a model for a top agency in New York. She had a long lean
lithe body; perfect 34B breasts; tight waist and long, long legs. She was a
Black girl; or should I say partially Black girl. Her biological father was
obviously Black but her mother was another beautiful long legged blonde
knockout. Her White parents, both extremely wealthy, had many rumors circulated
about their open and unabetted swinging lifestyle. Her mother, only thirty
eight years old is seen constantly in the prescence of muscular Black body
builders.

      Sasha, was her usual fashion show piece, this Monday afternoon. She wore
a long sleeved silk blouse, black leather vest and mini skirt with knee high
black leather boots covering her firm calves. Although I'd hoped it was merely
my imagination Sasha seemed to enjoy slowly spreading her long booted legs and
"flashing" me during the long, rather boring class period.. Although I'd
immediately look away she continued to show her devious smile whenever I'd
glanced her way. By the end of the class period I was noticeably shaken by her
continued wantonness.

      To my great relief the last bell of the day screamed throughout the
school halls and the vast majority of the students bolted for the door ignoring
my shouted homework assignments for the following day. One of my smartest
students; a near genius stopped by my desk. His name was Rupert. He was small,
wore thick glasses and was considered a "geek" by his fellow classmates.

      Rupert began asking about one of the problems he was having some trouble
with when the large metal door to my class slammed shut with a crash. The
sudden crash caused both of us to look towards the door. Standing with her long
legs wide apart was Sasha wearing an evil grin on her face.

      "Did you notice what I was showing you during class Mrs. Jones?" she
sneered angrily.

      Caught by surprise I merely shook my head puzzled by the question. Poor
Rupert standing by my side was even more lost than I. He seemed frightened by
the forceful mannerisms of this Black beauty.

      "The perhaps I should show you again..... it might refresh your memory,
Mrs. Jones?" Sasha continued.

      I stood silently in a trance at her question the tone coming from Sasha.
My eyes quickly focused on the hem of her Black leather mini skirt as she
slowly pulled it up to her waist. My nipples hardened against the fabric of
my blouse as I watched the sexy young girl expose herself to me and to my poor
student. I'm confident that Rupert had never before been privileged to such a
display in his young sheltered life; or at least by such a vixen as Sasha
Cantral.

      As her leather skirt was pulled up further I finally saw the object of
her mockery. As her young tight thighs crept into view the bottom of her
panties........ black lace panties became visible. Her crotch was pulled tight
separating Sasha's budding pussy mound. At the precise moment that the top of
her panties and tight rippled lower stomach came into view poor Rupert
dropped his books onto the floor temporarily distracting me from the self
styled strip show being displayed for my benefit by this bi-racial beauty
standing by the door.

      Sasha laughed at the bug eyed, drooling little boy. His pants showed his
pleasure but even his manhood was something that he'd be ridiculed for during
his later years.

      "Do you recognize anything now TEACH?" she arrogantly asked.

      Embarrassed, my eyes down cast I meekly responded, "Yes..... I..." my
voice faded.

      "I normally don't wear panties Mrs. Jones.... But today after lunch
Jerome fucked me in the back seat of your car and deposited such a load of
spunk that I needed something to keep from leaking out my little pussy. You
know how Jerome stretches pussy don't you Mary?" Sasha continued her
questioning.

      I started to answer but my attention was focused on poor little Rupert.
Although this confrontation was going to be at my expense, I didn't want one of
my prize students witnessing my humiliation. "May Rupert please leave. Then we
can have a more rationale conversation," I meekly begged.

      Sasha's harsh laugh ended my dream of this horrible situation continuing
in a rationale dialog. "Does the little man want to go," Sasha smiled at poor
Rupert.

      Although the boy was fourteen he had no intention of leaving the room
that he could only dream about. Unable to speak, he merely shook his head.

      "Well TEACH!!! It doesn't look as if Rupert wants to go. I think the
little geek likes looking at my..... oh excuse me; at YOUR Black panties. I bet
he'd even enjoy looking at what your little panties are covering.... Don't you
Mrs. Jones?" Sasha continued her ridiculing domination.

      My nipples ached because of their hardness and my sore swollen pussy lips
were starting to moisten at the domination of the beautiful Sasha. I wanted to
run out the door.... the door that she'd slammed and was now guarding albeit
with her leather skirt pulled to her waist. The last four days were more than I
could endure....... The sexual submissiveness that I'd bowed down to had
totally consumed my ability to reason.

      I couldn't understand why such a wanton display by the beautiful Black
girl covered in Black leather excited me so. My eyes fell to the floor and then
traveled along her long legs, over her knee high leather boots to the vortex of
her sex. Her perfect body was summoning me to worship it. I didn't have long to
explore the few possibilities wherein I could extract myself from this sexually
charged situation. My only hope (?) was that the janitor would be making his
rounds. However that hope was soon swept from my mind.......... I couldn't
afford another adult finding me alone in my classroom with two students... One
who was displaying her beautiful body and the other drooling from the
undescrible pleasure that he was experiencing. I glanced down his short squat
body and saw his little penis bouncing uncontrollably up and down; without him
even touching it.

      "I'm done with your panties Mary...... All you have to do is come and get
them....." Sasha smiled.

      I hesitated.... Maybe.... Somehow I could extract myself from the coming
nightmare... Somehow; Someway?

      However, I didn't have the time necessary to allow for that possibility
to bear fruit.

      "Come and get your panties, Mrs. Jones. You come now and I won't have to
spank your little pussy. Jerome told me that he had to spank your White ass to
get you to suck him last Friday... I won't have to spank you, will I Mrs.
Jones?" Sasha asked.

      I should have been strong. I should have acted like the thirty-five year
old teacher that I was. But...... the only words softly spoken were, "you won't
have to spank me....."

      I took my first step when the harsh stare cut through my bewildered body.
"Crawl to me..... I want you to crawl.... and then you can have your little
black panties teacher..." Sasha's dominating voice commanded.

      For some reason I looked back to Rupert whose tongue was now hanging out.
He was panting and his little manhood continued to bounce up and down in his
loose fitting dockers.

      I dropped to my knees on the dirty wooden floor realizing that the ten
feet to the door would shred the shimmering Black hose that I'd so carefully
smoothed over my tight firm legs this morning. This morning seemed so long ago.
I slowly but deliberately crawled on my hands and knees to the mocking Black
beauty so close.... but so far.

      Time stood still but I finally reached the point where her pointed boot
toes were directly in front of my downcast face. I slightly raised on my knees
and started to reach the waist of the panties when I felt my hand harshly
slapped. "Use your mouth and teeth to pull them down...." Sasha commanded.

      This additional indignation caused my already sloppy pussy chamber to
become even wetter. I could barely comprehend my arousal, but one thing was
cock-sure, my pussy was full of woman creme and my nipples were rigid against
my blouse.

      Closing my eyes I moved my face towards the point where I estimated the
waist band of my Black panties were. I felt Sasha's warm skin on my lips as I
explored for the elastic strip. I felt Sasha shiver as I extended my tongue in
order to allow my lips to gain leverage on the tight panties. It took several
attempts to secure a firm grip on the panties....... it was awkward trying to
dislodge the panties. I struggled but finally dragged the soaked black lace
panties down several inches untill they were binding on her firm ass cheeks.
Loosing ground, I allowed my lips to surrender the waist band, I crawled behind
the gently laughing young girl. Sasha held the hem of her leather mini skirt
while I engineered three or four inches downward pulling on her hot ass cheeks.
I had to maneuver four times in order to drag the panties to her upper thighs.
I was thankful that I'd achieved this small victory I was able to pull the
black panties over the tops of her knee high boots and down to her ankles where
she graciously raised her feet allowing me to pull the panties off her black
leather boots.

      After finally completing the arduous task I was kneeling on my shredded
hose with her panties in my mouth looking up at her smiling face.

      "Very good..... I like a teacher that follows instructions," she mocked.

      "Even better I like a teacher that'll kiss my ass....... And you're the
teacher I've selected. I want you to crawl around behind me, I want to feel
your dainty little tongue deep in my little wrinkled hole.... Make it feel
good......" Sasha purred.

      I let the black panties fall from my lips.. Looking up into her dark eyes
I slowly shook my head. I wasn't expecting the sharp slap to the side of my
face. It felt as if my face was on fire.... when I recovered from the first
slap the left side of my face was rewarded with the same harsh and cruel
therapy.

      "YOU.... DON'T TELL ME WHAT YOU'RE NOT GOING TO DO...... YOU'LL KISS MY
ASS OR YOU'LL BE GOING DIRECTLY TO COUNTY LOCK UP YOU PERVERTED SLUT!" screamed
the Black teenage domintrix standing over my now trembling frame.

      My mind raced....... but there were no answers, only further humiliation.
I crawled on my shredded stockings behind the screaming bitch. She parted her
legs to give me greater access to her tight Black ass. I leaned forward and
pushed my tongue through my lips. My face still burned horribly but I found
Sasha's hot center. It had a dew like moisture that I quickly sucked into my
mouth. I gently probed at first and then forcefully tried to stick my tongue
deep into her inner being. She stepped forward and I had to grip her lithe
young thighs as I continued my work on her now spread anus. I felt her tense as
my tongue burrowed it's way deep into her bowels. I pleasured the Black leather
coated domintrix as she ground her ass against my face.

      This beautiful Black teenage girl continued shuddering as I slaved at
providing her pleasure..... deep in her asshole. I felt her leather mini skirt
fall around my face and then I felt her delicate hands reach behind her
grabbing my ears as she bent her knees and pulled my face forward. I couldn't
catch my breath as my entire face was buried between her twitching twin moons.
I felt her tense as her orgasm exploded. I felt moisture in my mouth but I
couldn't determine where it came from. She held my face captive for several
minutes before collapsing to her knees in front of me. I fell back on my
buttocks and grasped for air. Neither of us spoke for nearly five minutes and I
finally looked up to see her smiling face.... her beautiful smiling face.

      I looked beyond her seated frame to the front of my desk. Poor Rupert was
slumped down in the front with his eyes bugged out; a shocked look on his face
and a dark wet spot on the front of his dockers. He was nearly prone... only
his head held him against the desk.

      All sound had been erased during my forced anal tonguing of my dominating
Black vixen. My ears now focused on the clinking of wheels down the hall way.
The janitor was finally making his rounds.... he'd be here in another ten
minutes or so...

      When I again looked at Sasha she had her right index finger motioning me
forward. "Jerome left his load in my pussy.... I want you to clean it
out......"

      My eyes dropped to her tight pussy chamber. The outside of her lips were
a light colored brown but she'd spread the lips so that the bright pink core
was now winking at me. The chamber where Jerome had left his seed was now
dripping down to coat her asshole...... where my tongue had been only minutes
ago.

      Nervously I twisted back to the unlocked door.... "The janitor will be
here shortly. We don't have time... Please..... Oh gawd.. Please.... Not
again...." I pleaded.
	
      "You suck Jerome's Black Seed from my pussy or I'll make you suck off the
Janitor when he comes in. He's Black too you know," Sasha continued mocking my
untenable situation.

      I had no time to waste...... Sasha raised herself to a wooden chair and I
once again crawled to her feet. She gracefully pulled her leather skirt up once
more to allow me access to her leaking pussy hole. My tongue dove for her moist
center and was rewarded by an ample supply of my Black lover's runny white
sperm. I lapped at Sasha's hole trying to suck the precious fluid deep into my
stomach......

      "Finger yourself while you suck me. Rupert wants to see what an older
woman's pussy looks like," Sasha ordered.

      With my face buried in Sasha's wet hole I nearly forgot about Rupert
sprawled in his dazed position by my desk a dozen yards away. I hurriedly
pulled my own skirt up to the point where I could rub my throbbing lower lips.
The pleasure felt good and my fingers were quickly lubricated. As I tasted my
lover's spunk coat my throat my fingers quickly found my slit....... The little
orb that was becoming hard at my pussy's opening twitched violently every time
my finger grazed it's little hood.

      "Suck me you demented slut," screamed my tormentor...... my mistress.....
my Black bitch.....

      Sasha didn't need to command what my tongue was willingly accomplishing.
My tongue paid homage to her tight little slit... the slit containing my Black
lover's five hour old sperm. The salty taste of his sperm and the generous
discharge from the writhing Black bitch in the chair over me ignited my own
delayed arousal. With each mouthful of slimy sex fluid my own clit begged for
release.

      Sasha's powerful little hands again gripped my painfully twisted ears and
pulled my deep into her chamber. I felt her leather boots encircle my shoulders
and pull me forward even deeper into her steaming lurching cunt. With each
tongue stroke I felt her strong boot covered legs pull me forward another
fraction of an inch until I could be pulled no further. My frantic hand was
becoming nearly numb as I frantically stroked my own chute... hoping... begging
for release.

      My tired and aroused body was the first to explode. As my orgasm
enveloped me I screamed into the pussy that I'd been commanded to suck clean. I
felt my teeth grip her little throbbing clit and her powerful legs pounded my
shoulders and hips as they attempted to draw me closer to her climax. My teeth
bit into her super sensitive tissue as her legs continued to batter my bruised
body.

As my climax continued I felt another sensation.... Another body next to mine.
Rupert, with his pants around his ankles he'd crawled over and was hunching my
thighs like a little puppy dog...... His virgin little penis emptied it's white
syrup on my leg after his third or fourth stroke and he shyly crawled off to
sit by the door. His watery spunk slid down the outside of my shimmering black
hose. The warm wetness felt good and I coated my fingers with his slimy virgin
cum.

      Sasha had opened her eyes long enough to observe the little eunuch blow
his pitiful little load. The site of pure innocence plunged Sasha over the
threshold. Her body shuddered but I refused to release my hold on her tender
and now abused little clitoris. As her body jerked from side to side I
reattached my teeth to her tender little nubbin and held on for dear life. She
begged me to release her clit...... Tears streamed from her eyes as she
continued to climax continuously. As each volcano exploded in her tight leather
covered body I twisted the little orb and another climax emerged. I was getting
my revenge for her domination but my revenge was giving her a greater reward
than she'd ever experienced.

      At long last, totally exhausted, Sasha collapsed and fell from the hard
wooden chair. As she fell I showed mercy and released my teeth from her now
swollen and distended little clit. She sprawled on the hard wooden floor on her
back with her legs obscenely spread and her breath coming with enormous
exertions.

      Sound again returned to my brain and I could tell that the janitor was
merely one door down. Hurriedly I crawled to the door and turned the metal lock
the instant before he bumped into the metal structure. From my sitting position
directly in front of the door I could see his angry Black face through the
oblique rippled glass. He lunged against the door and when it failed to open
cursed and went down the hall slamming his cart against the already abused
walls.

      As I regained my breath I looked over and watched Sasha breathing
heavily... trying to allow her sleek body the joy of regaining equilibrium. Her
beautiful body captured my full attention... her knee high boots covering her
widely spread perfect legs... her black leather mini skirt twisted above her
waist... her black leather vest nearly ripped open.. showing her heaving
pointed breasts...

      Her curly black pussy hair was coated with her creme..... Sasha moved her
hands to her ravished little clit and gasped aloud as she gently caressed the
abused woman organ.
	
      With my senses returning I slowly stood up and looked out the opaque
window in my door. I twisted the lock again and started to open the door when
Sasha again spoke, "before you leave..... put your panties on. Jerome will ask
about them when he breeds you tonight..."

      I avoided eye contact as I reached down and picked up the damp panties.
As I separated my legs my eyes locked on to the large stain in the crotch. "Was
the stain mine or......... was the stain Sasha's noon time reward from my Black
lover?"

      I pulled the panties tightly against my fragile womanhood. The creme that
was still embedded in the crotch of the panties coated my outer lips.

      As I departed I noticed poor Rupert. His late afternoon question to his
math teacher would provide him wet dreams for the rest of his life. He looked
distraught.... no doubt at his little puppy dog performance. Looking down I
tried to soothe the boy genius... "Your time will come Rupert... don't rush..."

      As I started to close the door on Sasha and Rupert, Sasha had one last
parting comment, "Jerome and Daddy plan to visit you tonight. Make sure that
you clean yourself............"

      I slowly walked down the long hallway. Looking down to my black hose I
smiled at the runs in the delicate lingerie. "Poor Jim," I thought. "I know
he'd never believe who took my body this afternoon......"

      As I drove home I was tense....... If Jerome and "Daddy" bred me again
tonight would I be able to escape this never ending cycle of Black lust? Or
would I want to?

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