The Teacher’s Submission – Sex Stories
Let me take a brief moment to introduce myself….. and tell you of my shame. My name is Mrs. Barbara Jones. I am 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 is now about 20% black and the neighborhood is much rougher.
I am not certain how to explain how my seduction occurred. I have 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 am 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 am 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 am 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 will have to be punished for disobeying me. You will come to learn that when I give you an order your only response is 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 am 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 am not through with you yet. I suggest you do not make me angry or you will 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 am 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 the 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 has happened,” I softly pleaded.
“I can see that you need more discipline. You will receive the training that you need but I am telling you that you best spread those long legs or you will 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 will 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 their 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 turning 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 is against school policy to have your door locked with a student in your room….” It was at this point when he noticed my disheveled appearance.
Standing before the stern looking superior I felt my dew coated pussy start to leak…….and coat the tops of my nylons. I could only imagine what my tear stained face looked like. I prayed that I was able to swallow the intense discharge from Jerome. 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 will 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. 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 will 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 could not look up….. I continued to stare at the desk; I could not 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 are starting off on the wrong foot again. When I tell you to do something ……..YOU DO IT. You do not 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 had been stronger, but I have not ever been very strong. I haven’t been able to stand up to anyone with authority…even a fourteen year old black student.
I had not looked up but 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 fingered me to climax only three hours previously. I could not face the boy (man?) who forced me to suck his long black cock and squeeze his balls until he shot his scalding hot cum down my throat. I could not face the black boy who forced me to give him my panties and he had so dominated me during lunch hour.
He started to speak again but I had 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 could not 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 could not 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 of 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 and I meekly followed behind the black stud. When we arrived at my station wagon he slid in the passenger side and patiently waited until I slid behind the wheel.
“Downtown,” was the short order.
Uncertain of the black teenager’s attention I slowly followed his directions. I was very apprehensive about 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 had never bought anything from this chain…..I had never even ventured in.
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 needs for the rest of her life. My woman needs something that will make my dick hard,” Jerome countered.
I stood mortified with my eyes downcast as the smile evaporated from the young saleslady. It took her several moments for her to regain her composure before she softly spoke, “Please come this way. I believe there is 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 teen age boy at my side would have caused many of my nosy neighbors to take note.
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 am glad that your husband will be home shortly. There is something that he and I will have to discuss. From now on I will be the only one fucking you. He will 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 be home shortly 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 and was 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 saw my husband’s face as he first gazed on my black lover and me sitting on the leather sectional. I will 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 front of him.
“What in the Sam Hell is going on here Mary ?” he nearly screamed.
“This is Jerome Washington, Jim. He is 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 Had Better Unhand My WIFE or you are 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 will 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 was not nearly as strong; tall; or big. If there was to be a fight it would 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 the warm hand make it’s first contact. I had pulled my skirt down to my knees when I had first sit 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 the hand slide further and further up my nylon covered leg. I felt the skirt start to rise but was helpless to do anything to prevent the exposure of my upper thigh. 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 husbands 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 are going to be an asshole I’ll ask you to leave. If you behave yourself you may 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 this totally dreadful play unfolding in front of my husband and me 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 had 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 will 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 had already discarded the flat shoes so I stood before my husband completely naked 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 was close 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 to 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 had put his key in my door,” I simply stated. I could feel my pussy continue to lubricate. 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 the 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 would have 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 teen age 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 a 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 the zipper and I let him tongue me as the zipper was pulled down. Although I am a tall woman I came to only his chest. When the zipper was pulled down as far as it would go I inserted my hands in the jeans and worked them back over his massive buttocks. The jeans feel easily to the floor once they were pulled over the muscular black ass cheeks.
As the jeans slid down I felt the slimy hard black cock plop against my firm stomach. The pre cum coated my stomach and the hard cock felt as solid as a two by four. I swooned as I felt the man weapon thump against my petite body. His strong hands returned to my breasts and he forcefully manipulated the sensitive tips 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 had been sloppy from the first moment at 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.
I felt I couldn’t wait and I dropped to my knees. My eager mouth found the tip of the 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 and was 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 ARE NOT ALLOWED TO FUCK HER ANYMORE…….” he ordered.
The words cut deeply but I was not 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 on the 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 and settled on the edge of the 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 could tell that you couldn’t be satisfying your wife if she was so tight…. When I fuck her Jim it will be fucking a Virgin cause you sure in the hell haven’t hurt her little pussy one damn bit..” 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 am 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 little cunt hole if she doesn’t spread her Lilly white legs for me ?” questioned Jerome.
I was intently staring at the large black teen age boy as he mocked my husband. He then knee walked between my legs and I scooted further down on the cushions of the sofa so that I could wrap my legs around his muscular thighs.
I felt the tip of the hot poker as it inched it’s way forward. It scraped my upper thighs leaving a trail of ropelike pre cum dripping on the black leather sofa cushions. My mind swirled with need, and also the fear of having his fertile black seed deposit a black bastard deep into my womb….
My husband Jim was slumped down in the easy chair watching as Jerome was 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 and 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 and pulled me back down. My terrified eyes burned into his dark forbidding slits and I felt the tip lodge itself at the outermost opening. My creme lubricated the tip and 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 the dark black cock. The tip was wet from my excretions and I pleaded with Jerome with my eyes to end this ravishment.
He smiled as his hips lurched forward and impaled my stretched love chamber on the end of his black cock. I tried to adjust to the feeling of intense fullness when 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 had 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 and as soon as my legs forced my hips up I was filled with another section of black tube. The pressure was intense; I had never been as full as I was at that moment. My poor underendowed husband, even when erect could never fill even half of what this fourteen year Black Boy was managing.
I pleaded once again, “You mustn’t cum in me. Please…. Oh God Please….”
Jerome, his face strained, merely smirked. “You little pussy is going to have all the little black sperm it can hold. I fuck bareback…I am 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 teachers 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 and he pile drove his black cock to my inner most depth. At the same time the muscular arms grabbed my waist and brutally forced my whole body towards the thrusting black log. At that moment in time I thought that he had split me in full. My entire soul was being impaled on the long thick black cock. I screamed in agony as it felt like my hips were 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 his 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 the 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 on 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 total and complete release. I could not stop.. I could not breathe… I could not 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 and could see the huge black cock going in and out of my grotesquely stretched cunt. Every time the black tube was thrust forward I could see my lower stomach rise from the insertion. There was nothing that I could do but to grip the magnificent black animal with my legs. I pulled him forward and fought when he tried to pull his cock from between my legs.
The second climax was much more serene that the earthquake of the first. But my second orgasm did not slow down the brutally fucking teenager. I lost count after the 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 cheeks and flooded my wrinkled ass hole. 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 cock eyed 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 and everywhere was a bright red spotlch where my black boy had pinched me during our violet lovemaking journey. His white colored voluminous sperm was continuing to flow from my stretched and hurting pussy folds. It had drenched the hairlined slit and had puddled beneath the cushions where I lay in a half prone position.
“Hey faggott, Get Your Sorry Ass over here,” he shouted at my husband.
The order brought Jim out of her stupor. He wearily shook his head. Jerome rose up and walked over to my slumped over husband. Reaching down he grabbed him by one of his large ears and started pulling Jim back to the sofa with him. Jim struggled with the muscular black youth but could not 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 faggott…Now it’s your turn.”
Jim immediately turned pale and started to turn and crawl away. Jerome raised up and in one brutal slap him my husband across the ears bringing stars to his eyes.. Jim 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. Once he had him drug back 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 and begged, “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. 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 did not 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; again. 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 and finally Jim was kicked away.
I laid totally still as my husband was made to pay for his submissiveness. He had not 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 could not 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 not be the end of my or my husband’s servitude to our new Black Master.
My husband laid at my feet after cleaning my Black Lover’s cock and asshole. I tried to shift my tired body and every muscle seemed to ache. My teen age lover had twisted my body in 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 you going to like a little black baby bastard 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 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 teen age boy that had taken his wife.. He looked around unbelieving the last several hours. He had watched his heretofore meek, mild, mousy wife become a sexual vixen at the end of a fourteen year old black boy. He had 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 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 already overworked muscles. I looked down to the man who I had loved; but who I now loathed. He had 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 seen the teen ager slowly get up and move around to the back of my husband. I watched his face as he put his finger to his lip and motioned 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 did not immediately realize what he was asking I complied without hesitation. As I interlocked my nylon covered legs over my husband’s shoulder it had the pleasurable effect in driving his face deeper into my steaming crevice. It also accomplished another function……it effectively immobilized him.. He could not 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 could not see his face…only feel 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 when he was masturbating after watching me being ravished by my black lover.
My husband started screaming when he felt Jerome’s strong hands grab his shorts and slowly pull 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 underendowed and under powered husband was about to experience what I had enjoyed in my stretched little cunt.
After he removed the 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 insert itself 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 was not like mine. 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. I drifted off 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 will 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 teen age lover’s orders. I returned and stood in the door completely naked when I had completed the tasks that he had assigned.
“You can watch if you want. I am sure you will 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 again 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. I seemed to be on a never ending cycle of intense orgasms since this tall muscular black youth walked into my life.
After squeezing his the last of his seed on my tired and exhausted body Jerome rose and walked to 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. It then forced it’s way deeper into my chamber. I could tell he was able to retrieve some of the thick fluid. He continued until he had cleaned me thoroughly. 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 on this first night of my surrender. Each time my husband Jim was forced to clean my chute of his 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 ?
The first signal of a new day was when my eyes finally opened. It was nearly 11:00 AM and neither my teen age lover nor my husband had yet stirred. My body although rested still ached from the sexual breeding that I had 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 on 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 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 then felt that my new lover would not 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 and gave him a full mouth kiss. He then pushed 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 best do some yardwork 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 the arrogant black teen age 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 best do what I tell you, 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 his to challenge. He pulled on the white dress shirt that was 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.
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 have a surprise for you later this morning.”
After I 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 the brief but direct command.
As I walked towards the front door I did manage to button all but the top three buttons on my husband’s shirt. I was not 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 had 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 and showed his rippled stomach. He wore tight blue jean cut-offs and tennis shoes.
I tried to analyze his age. He was not old but he had many years put on his lean frame.
I was just about to speak when I heard Jerome speak from behind 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 he looked like a complete idiot. The expression on his overwrought face looked like a man in total dispair.
I slowly turned to see the new man that had 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 will address him as “Daddy” cause Mary he is one bad dude. Daddy walked up to me and took 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 in his arms and shoulders. His arms were larger than my legs and he 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 best please me. My son tells me 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 could not 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 am sure that my husband could see my trembling body as I tried to answer the tall intruder who had invaded our lives.
“It doesn’t look like you have much in the tit department. I like to tit fuck my new bitches; so you better find other ways to please me Mrs. Jones……: Daddy continued.
His overpowering 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 and I feed on that emotion. I have spent the last ten years of my live in Joiliet State Prison and I have 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 throughout the entrance hallway. His objective was for him to exhibit his strength and with each button sent flying he 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 two pieces it merely fell from my shoulders. My nipples hardened ……… from the early morning chill or the intense situation; I do not know. I felt myself moisten and………..
Daddy stood before me and didn’t speak for nearly two minutes. He merely inhaled my fear and dread. “Have you fucked this little meek teacher in the ass yet son?” he finally asked.
Jerome stood smiling to our left. “No Daddy….I thought you may wish to break her in. I’m sure she is cherry. The 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 again 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 would make me.
“Put your hands on the black cock that will but your ass cherry Mary,” Daddy again 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 and seen that he was smiling at my discomfort. He was enjoying my apprehension; my fear. His cock was TOO BIG. It would never fit into my soft body.
“You will squeal when I take your ass cherry. 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 I’ve stretched her little hole since the first time. Her limp dicked husband must be hung like a noodle. Her little pussy gripped my cock like a glove. She felt like she was a twelve year old virgin when I first fucked her. She learned to spread her long legs after I first buried 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 would blow his first load in his shorts. It would give me a brief moment of respite.
He looked deep into my eyes. I could not 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 and coated 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 my front sidewalk. Standing with the rake in his hand 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 little wrinkled 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 he was thrown into my cell. He sucked me every night for three years. I made him whore for me with 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 would suggest that you not resist me 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……… The finger hurt…..
He pulled his finger out and walked around to directly face me again. I was afraid he would 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 me and my husband….” 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 and seen my husband, Jim with his little manhood twitching on the front lawn. I tried to understand what emotions must be going through his mind with his naked wife in the middle of the front door; and a huge black man probing her sex while his fourteen year old black son stands by idly watching. Fortunately I did not 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 and allowed my moisture to soak my lips. 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 not 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 the tight denim shorts….and slowly drew 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 pre cum drop which I quickly sucked in my mouth. His black cock was nearly too thick for me to get my mouth open 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 mouth. My tongue bathed the black cock. I brought my small hands up to cradle the huge balls dangling before the 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 could I get the huge organ in my pussy or……………how in God’s Name could he bury himself in my…………….ass.
However at this moment Daddy was not 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 pet 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. I swayed my ass cheeks provocatively as I walked across the room. In hindsight it was probable foolish…..Daddy still had more than one load ready to be leashed on my sexually charged body.
Before Daddy arrived I had put clean white sheets on the bed. 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. I then laid face down and waited.
Jerome was the first to enter the room. His cock was charged but he was to obientantly wait his turn with me. The black blindfold was the first thing to rob me of my sight. Jerome pulled it tight and I moaned. I pulled back my right hand when 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 to steal my partial freedom of movement.
Jerome then 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 the 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.
I then 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 open for him and he casually took his time. I could feel his dripping man organ coat my thighs. It took him a great deal of time to be able to work his index finger into my bowels. The second finger felt like it was an easier task….and finally his third finger pried my anus open and coated it’s tender chute was the lubricant. The sensations were not unpleasant. I felt my body sway with his gentle manipulation of my most private place.
As the lubricant dripped to my soaked cunt chamber the 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 the 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. He merely rested the tip at first 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 allowed me to 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 did not retract his cock until a long period had passed where my stretched rectum muscles milked his huge black cock. I could feel my muscles suck the fertile black seed from his huge nut sacks.
His simple question at the end of the ass breeding session was simple, “Are you mine……”
I screamed my response, “Oh God Daddy….YES!!! YES111 OH GOD YESSSSSSSSSSSS………”
His mind cataloged my surrender. He fell on top on my body and his cock stayed lodged in 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. 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 that they had 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 would be forced to give me another caning at school. I could not tell if he was serious but I did not take any chances. Although I had 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 then normal so that I could adjust the hem on my skirt. As I raised the hem on the skirt I made extra sure that I had complied with his measurement standard.
As I pulled the long black hose over my firm tanned legs I made a mental note of his dictate on my lingerie; or really the lack of the items that I would need to put on. I was not permitted to wear panties or bra (because my breasts were too small to require one). I clasped the top of the shimmering black hose to the garter clasp and sighed. I did not look forward to facing either Jerome; the other students or 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 am sure that he comprehended what had happened.
My husband Jim was still asleep on the sofa as I exited the front door. Although I had been sexually used nearly a dozen times over the week-end it was my husband Jim that was the spouse suffering from abuse. Both Jerome and his father had ridiculed and shamed my husband throughout the 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 the jism was completely removed. Although this further humiliation should have shamed him even more I watched as his small cock was always dripping his cum as he serviced my sore body.
As I timidly walked down the long hallway the sound of my three inch spiked heels snapped on the hard tile flooring. I was conscious of the male heads whipping to catch a glimpse of me as I swiftly walked down the hall. I felt my small breasts sway with each step and I am sure the sight of my firm legs now on display in my short black skirt caught their attention. When I finally arrived at my room I closed the door and stood nearly out of breath. The show that I had performed had caused my sore little pussy to become sloppy with my creme. I had never before felt such exhilaration from 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 their hormones were now running at full speed.
Fortunately, the first four classes went by without any difficulty. Although most of my students were behaved and did not 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. The smile and the implications made me very uneasy. Sasha was the fifteen year old girl friend of Jerome. Although she should have 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 have been a model for the 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 had a long sleeved silk blouse; black leather vest and mini skirt and knee high black leather boots covering her firm calves. Although I hoped it was only my imagination Sasha seemed to enjoy slowly spreading her long booted legs and “flashing” me during the long, rather boring class period.. Although I always immediately looked away she continued to show her devious smile whenever I 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 and he was small, wore thick glasses and was considered a “geek” by his classmates.
Rupert started to ask me about one of the problems that he was having 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 with 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 stood my side even more lost than was I. He seemed frightened by the forceful mannerisms of the black beauty.
“Maybe then I should show you again…..It may refresh your memory, Mrs. Jones ?” Sasha continued.
I stood silently in a trance at the question and also at the tone coming from Sasha. My eyes quickly focused on the black leather hem of her mini skirt as she slowly pulled the skirt 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 am confident that Rupert was never privileged to such a display in his young sheltered life; or at least by such a vixen as Sasha Cantral.
As the leather skirt was pulled up further I finally seen the object of her mockery. As her young tight thighs crept into view the bottom of her panties……..black lace panties became visible. The crotch of the panties were pulled tight separating Sasha’s budding pussy mound. At the moment that the top of the panties and Sasha’s tight rippled lower stomach came into view poor Rupert dropped his books to the floor temporarily distracting me from the self styled strip show being put on by the half black 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 would be ridiculed in his later years.
“Do you recognize anything now TEACH,” she arrogantly asked.
Embarrassed, my eyes downcast 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. He deposited such a load of spunk that I needed something to keep if from leaking from 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. This confrontation was going to be at my expense and I didn’t want one of my prize students witnessing my humiliation. “May Rupert please leave. Then you and I 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. He couldn’t speak so he merely shook his head.
“Well TEACH !!! It doesn’t look as if Rupert wants to leave us. I think the little geek likes looking at my …..oh excuse me; at YOUR black panties. I bet he would even enjoy looking at what the little panties are covering….Don’t you Mrs. Jones ?” Sasha continued her ridiculing domination.
My nipples ached because of their hardness. My sore and 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 had slammed and was 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 had bowed down to was totally consuming my ability to reason.
I could not understand why such a wanton display by the beautiful black girl covered in black leather had so excited me. My eyes fell to the floor and then traveled along her long legs, over the knee high leather boots to the vortex of her sex. Her perfect body was summoning me to worship her perfect body. I did not get long to explore the few possibilities that I could extract myself from this sexually charged classroom. The only hope (?) was that the janitor would be making his rounds. However that hope was soon swept from my mind………. I could not afford another adult to find me alone in the classroom with two students…One displaying her beautiful body and the other drooling from the undescrible pleasure that he was experiencing. I glanced down his short squat body and seen 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 ?
I didn’t get the time necessary to allow this 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 the first step when the harsh stare cut through my bewildered body. “You 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. I realized that the ten feet to the door would shred the shimmering black hose that I 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.
The time stood still but I finally reached the point where the 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.
The further indignation caused my already sloppy pussy chamber to become even wetter. I could hardly comprehend my arousal, but one thing was cocksure, my pussy was full of my 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 the 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…….and it was awkward trying to dislodge the panties. I struggled and finally drug the soaked black lace panties down several inches but they were binding on her firm ass cheeks. Loosing ground when I allowed my lips to surrender the waist band I crawled behind the gently laughing young girl. Sasha held the hem of the leather mini skirt while I engineered three or four inches downward pull 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 when I had achieved that small victory I was able to pull the black panties over the tops of her knee high boots and down to her ankles. She graciously raised her feet to allow me to pull the panties off the black leather boots.
After finally completing the arduous task I was kneeling on my shredded hose with the 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 will kiss my ass…….And you are the teacher that I’ve selected. I want you to crawl around behind me and 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 was not 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….DO NOT TELL ME WHAT YOU ARE NOT GOING TO DO……YOU WILL KISS MY ASS OR YOU WILL 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 and allowed 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.
The beautiful black teen age girl continued shuddering as I slaved at providing her pleasure…..deep in her asshole. I felt the leather mini skirt fall around my face and then I felt her delicate hands reach behind her and grab my ears as she bent her knees and pulled my face forward. I could not 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 could not determine where it came from. She held my face captive for several minutes before she collapsed 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 and seen her smiling face….her beautiful smiling face.
I then 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 would be here in another ten minutes of 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 outsides of her lips were a light colored brown but she had 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 God..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 crawled to her feet once again. She gracefully pulled her leather skirt up once again to allow me access to her leaking pussy hole. My tongue dove for the 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 a pussy looks like on an older woman,” 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 did not 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 had 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 had 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 the 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 the 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 and 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 the 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 had 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. The beautiful body captured my full attention…the knee high boots covering the widely spread perfect legs…the black leather mini skirt twisted above her waist…. the 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 you about them when he breeds you tonight…”
I avoided eye contact as I reached down and picked up the damp panties. As I separated the 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. This 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 would not 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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