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|Introduction: I'm Clueless|
// 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
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
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
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
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
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
"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
So.....when he asked if I had anything to say I meekly sobbed,
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
"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
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
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
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
"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
"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
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
"The little bitch likes her clit stroked doesn't she?" he
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
"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
"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
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
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
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.
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
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
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
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
"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
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
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
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
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
"Exactly...I like to show off my woman," stated the arrogant
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
"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
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
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
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
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
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
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
My tongue lavished it's saliva and caresses on the hard black
tube. I craved Jerome's cock. I adored it's throbbing and
"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
"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
I pleaded once again, "You mustn't cum in me. Please.... Oh God
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
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
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
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
// 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.
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