// I did not write this. I am reproducing it exactly as I found it. All // credit for this story is due to the original author, apparently TOD. The Teacher's Submission by TOD Chapter 1 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 (too 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 gone 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 reddened 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. Chapter 2 The Teacher's Next Lesson 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 stop 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 cocky black teenager and asked if everything was satisfactory. Jerome, his white teeth gleaming simply stated, "Yes my mousy little teacher caused my black bone to get real, real hard.
Mrs. Jones, you best go pay for your new purchases." I was glad to return to the dressing room and place my new purchases in the appropriate bags. As I slipped the nylons over my legs I noticed the stains at the top of the hose but the far more noticeable stain was that on my navy blue skirt.
Jerome's sticky cum had coated not only the front but the back of the skirt. I tried to scrape the crusty discharge off but it wouldn't come off. As I slipped my cum coated white blouse on I felt nasty when it rubbed against my bare nipples. Jerome had retained not only my panties but my half bra and it made me feel more naked that if I had nothing on. Pulling on my flats I reached for the door handle. Jerome was impatient to go so I hurried behind him out the door with my many purchases in my overloaded arms.
When we reached the car he immediately wanted to drive to my house. I quickly checked my watch. Jim, my husband would be home within the next hour. "Please couldn't I drop you somewhere," I meekly pleaded.
I felt his warm hand rest on my right knee. It then started sliding towards my upper thigh. "Please.I'm trying to drive. I'm afraid that.that." The warm hand continued it's journey. Upward.upward until it reached the top of my nylons. I nearly passed out when the hand reached my bare skin above my nylons. The fingers played with the garter clasp and occasionally ventured towards my leaking pussy folds.
My cum coated skirt was nearly bunched around my hips. My mind tried to focus on the fast moving traffic when I felt the warm hand retreat. I allowed my mind one moment of relief.and then I felt the long strong fingers clasp the top button on my blouse.
"Please.Not while I'm driving. Everyone will see," I pleaded. "Exactly.I like to show off my woman," stated the arrogant black teenager. My eyes burned ahead as the car sped on it's journey. I dared not look at the traffic on either side of me in the four lanes of traffic.
After what seemed an eternity the blouse was completely unbuttoned. I was nearly lifted off the seat as Jerome pulled the tail of the shirt from my skirt. When the tail was completely pulled out he carefully separated the two sides of the tight blouse. My small but firm breasts were then available for the world to see. As we sped down the freeway I glanced down to see my hardened red tipped nipples totally exposed and my blue skirt bunched up to my waist.
I could have died from humiliation and dread but thankfully my exit was at hand. I was glad the sun had set as I drove the last several blocks to Mr.
and Mrs. Jim Jones upper middle class home in the suburbs. My one piece of good fortune was that there were no neighbors visible in the deserted streets. My disheveled appearance coupled with a black teenage boy at my side would 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 husband's mind must have went blank. He didn't say anything.his stare was vacant.and his manhood stood at attention in his dress trousers. "I'm going to fuck Mrs.
Jones now, Jim. If you 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's little cunt hole if she doesn't spread her lily 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." // I cannot find Part II to this story. If you have it, feel free to post it, or // send it to me and I'll post it. I did read it once upon a time; it wasn't // as good as the first part, but definitely worth a read.