The city of Newark was not exactly the ideal place for a young teacher who had just finished her student-teaching to begin her career, but Patty Brown didn't have much choice. To begin with, she was black, though at first glance it would have been difficult to tell. Her skin was lighter than that of most white girls with a summer tan. She was what might have been classified as "High-Yaller" in the south and the Ozarks.
Even though both of her parents were black, somewhere in Patty's ancestry there must have been a white person, because her features, though somewhat negroid, were not nearly as pronounced as those of most black people. Her nose was wider than that of the average white girl, but not very much wider. Her cheekbones were higher, but more oriental than anything else. She had an overbite, but if anything it enhanced her lovely, almost haunting beauty. Even her hair wasn't quite as crinkly, and when she brushed it and pulled it back into a bun, it didn't have a frizzy appearance at all. All in all she was an absolutely stunning girl, five-feet-seven inches in height, very slender, though with a pair of breasts that took away from her slenderness. Her waist was extremely narrow, and her hips were almost boyish. Her thighs were long and lissome, though she had enough meat on her calves so they didn't look like stickpins.
Now twenty-two, Patty's deep, dark, almost black eyes had never seen a naked man other than her brothers, and she had seen them only because it was difficult to live in a five-room apartment with four sisters and seven brothers without seeing at least one of them naked at one time or another. Besides, those brothers she had seen naked were all considerably younger than she, which meant there was nothing about them to arouse her.
Patty had gone through high school in three years, had gone through her first four years of college in three years, and had her master's degree to back up her being a teacher. However there was a slight drawback, now. The population was decreasing. As a result, school classes were not only smaller, but fewer. Therefore the need for teachers was much less. True, many teachers retired, and it was indeed necessary to replace some of them. However, a young girl like Patty didn't have her druthers when it came to deciding where she would teach.
The various black ghettoes of the country needed teachers most of all, and Newark was one place in dire need of good teachers. So Patty was sent to Newark, not only because she was a good teacher, but because she was black, and the powers-that-be foolishly believed a black woman stood less of a chance of being raped in Newark than a white woman.
Had they sent an ugly teacher to Newark, they would have been more correct, since an ugly woman, especially an ugly woman in her mid-forties or early fifties, definitely stood much less of a chance of being raped than a pretty teacher, whether she was black, white, yellow, red, brown or green with purple polka dots.
The powers-that-be, in their stupidity, not only sent a pretty teacher to Newark, but sent her to a high school, where the students were old enough to know what sex was all about. Not only did they know what it was all about, but they practiced it rather judiciously, if not with one of their girl friends, then with some unwilling, female member of the community.
However Patty, having been brought up in ghetto herself, was well able to defend herself. She knew enough never to walk down any corridor by herself unless she was carrying a sharp-edged ruler in one hand, and a sharp pointer in the other with the rubber tip removed. She knew where and how hard to kick a male who might attempt to attack her, and was prepared to fight off three or even four males at any one time if it proved necessary. She was so busy protecting herself against the students in school, she was totally unprepared for an attack when it came from a completely unexpected quarter.
Although she worked in an all-black school, and even the other members of the faculty were black, there was one person who was very white. That one person was Irving Daniels, the school principal. Daniels was not only white, but had blazing red hair. He had a nose that was broader than hers, though the tip did come to a point, and he had little piggy blue eyes that seemed constantly red. When he spoke he grunted more than spoke, and when he walked he waddled more than a little. At one time he had been a very heavy man, and though he had lost more than a hundred pounds, he still moved and walked as if he were fat.
Initially he came across as a frightening person. However, as one became accustomed to him, he was shortly discovered to have a tremendous sense of humor, and he laughed at anything genuinely funny, while able to tell a joke with the best of them.
Daniels had been married twice. His first wife, with whom he'd had fourteen, yes fourteen, redheaded daughters, he had finally divorced while still paying child-support for his daughters. He was blaming the fact that he had no sons on the poor woman. His second wife had lived with him for two years before dying of some illness or other. Daniels, ever the fatalist, was able to accept everything, and if not exactly happy about losing his wife, he had never grieved openly.
It was rumored that certain attractive black girls who were flunking many of their subjects managed to be graduated from Grover Howard high school. Grover Howard, after whom the school had been named, had been a white man who, like Medgar Evers, had lost his life trying to defend civil rights.
As a teacher, Patty was more than fairly successful. Because of her good looks the students listened to her, and she knew how to teach literature in a way that alluded to sex. In fact, many of the texts she chose were sexually oriented, such as the Cantebury Tales and the Decameron. She slinked through her classes wearing very tight, neck-high, knee-length dresses in which she looked sexier than most women did wearing nothing. Often she chose students to act out parts of the various books, and as a result, many of the students went on to read other books on their own, becoming considerably more literate than anyone would have believed.
She worked hard to get through the first semester, and found her way through the second one considerably easier. In fact, it was halfway through her second semester that sex began to rear its head, and therefore foisted itself on Patty in the person of Irving Daniels, principal.
Daniels had seen her during her lunch break, and he had walked over to her when no one else was around, and he had said, "Miss Brown, if it's convenient, I'd like to speak to you in my office after classes, today. Say at about three-thirty."
"I'll discuss it with you when I meet with you in my office," he told her. "Please try to be there promptly."
"Certainly, Mr. Daniels."
Shrugging, Patty wondered what was bothering him. She knew she hadn't done anything wrong so she would have to wait and see.
CHAPTER TWO
Patty breezed through school the rest of the day, and at three-thirty promptly, she went to the principal's office, carrying her ruler and pointer from force of habit. The principal was in the inner office, and had she carried the ruler and pointer inside with her, she might not have had the trouble she ended up having.
"Ah. Miss Brown," he grunted, and standing, walked over and closed and locked the door.
"I have some papers to mark," she objected as he led her over to the chair where he wanted her to sit.
"They'll keep," he told her as he veered her toward the couch suddenly, sitting her down and squatting right beside her.
Patty was startled by this sudden and abrupt act, but she made no move to slide away as he sat snugly against her. She was wise enough to realize something was going on that had nothing to do directly with school work, but she also knew better than to outwardly offend the principal.
"What's this all about, Mr. Daniels?" she asked.
"It's what is known as Board of Education politics," he explained. "You've been doing an excellent job here, Miss Brown, but to be very frank with you, I have at least four or five other female teachers lined up and waiting for your job."
"What are you talking about?" she asked.
"I'm talking about a good reason to allow you to keep your job instead of giving it to someone else."
"But I'm doing a good job here," she insisted. "Why would you want to even think of replacing me?"
"Politics, Miss Brown, politics."
"Suppose you be more specific, Mr. Daniels."
"To be brutally frank and to the point, I've been offered the luxury of a roll in the hay with some of these applicants, Miss Brown, and I see no reason to deny myself the pleasure. They're every bit as qualified to teach as you are, and I see no reason to deny them the position, since they're offering me something you obviously have been trying to keep to yourself."
"I see. What you're saying is, put out or get out."
"Crudely put, but accurate."
"Do I get a chance to think about it?"
"No," he told her, and took her totally off-guard, pulling her body close to his, and then his own full lips, almost as full as her own, were on hers, kissing her, and she felt a jolt of electricity shooting down her shuddering spine. Oddly, it was a very pleasurable sensation since Irving Daniels was by no means a repulsive-looking individual.
She stiffened for a moment, trying to make the pleasure fade out. God! This was ridiculous, and with a white man at that. She might have been in school, but she was no longer a schoolgirl, she was an intelligent woman.
Common sense told her to struggle and get the hell out of here as quickly as possible. Who did this honky son of a bitch think he was, trying to use her job as leverage to make time with her? Hell! She had kept herself virginal all these years waiting for Mr. Right, but it had come to the point where she wondered if such a person existed. Besides, who expected a woman of twenty-two to still be a virgin? At one time it would have been considered the thing to be, but she was living in an age where virginity, at this point, was a detriment. Still, it was no excuse for simply allowing the school principal to invade her body.
She was well aware of the man's arousal from the way he was heatedly kissing her. He wanted to ravage her body with his own, and where many black women might consider it complimentary to have a white man initially poke inside them, Patty didn't think in terms of black, white, or any other color.
From the way he was tightly clutching her it was obvious he no longer gave a damn what she wanted. Her refusal would not put off the rape, but would get her sacked even though the redheaded man was intent on possessing her body. There was absolutely no possibility of his backing off. She knew that. Though she might be able to stop him with a swift knee to the balls, there was the possibility her knee might miss, and if that was the case, he might be more than slightly angry and beat the living hell out of her before raping her. Afterward, he might call, the police and tell them she attacked him and he was forced to hit her to defend himself. If she claimed rape, he would claim she probably had an affair with one of the students and was using this attack on him to cover it.
"Come on, Miss Brown," he whispered against her cheek, hotly continuing to kiss her. "You're a sensuous woman, and you know damn well you want some action."
Under normal circumstances this would have called for a kick in the groin, since Patty didn't like anyone telling her what she did or did not want. But there was a practical side to all this. Since virginity was merely a painful obstacle anyway, might it not be better to simply rid herself of it once and for all? Since she wasn't fond of any particular person at the present time, it would make a lot of sense to use her virginity to retain her present working position. She wasn't an idealist, looking for her prince charming. Having been brought up in a ghetto where most girls lose their virginity by the age of twelve she had been amazed she had retained hers for so long. Now perhaps it was time to kiss the tissue goodbye.
Daniels continued clutching her, squeezing her slender body tightly with his grossness. Even though he was not really a heavy man, his round face and heavy grunting created the impression the body pressing against her was that of an oversized boar.
Patty found herself remarkably clear-headed, considering the red-haired man was continually kissing her. His hands were running all over her body, and he was taking time out between kisses to pant heatedly in her ear. He was caressing her flesh as well as her body through her clothing, his palms rubbing her nipples, his fingers trying to delve into the more intimate area, and she felt herself totally overcome by his touch. For all his crassness, the man was an expert when it came to fondling a woman. Having been out on many dates in her life, Patty had permitted herself to occasionally be fondled, and she had to admit this particular man really knew how to caress. Were she to close her eyes, it would have been easy to imagine him a handsome, young black stud as she felt herself being aroused little by little. She was already past the point where she stopped with her dates. She was, in point of fact, beginning to respond to what he was doing to her as she continued trying to reason with herself and decide whether or not she wanted to go through with this.
What burned her up was the matter-of-fact way he had taken for granted that she would do anything to save her job. Unfortunately jobs were at a premium, and the truth of the matter was, she really did want to keep this job, lousy neighborhood and all.
She realized her body was in dire need of some kind of satisfaction. At the age of twenty-two, one didn't pet and become only slightly involved with men and not feel the effect. Daniels's kisses were getting to her, damn it!
Irving Daniels, who had seduced more than half a hundred teachers in this very office, fourteen white females, two oriental females, and thirty-four black females of various hues, felt Patty's only half-hearted attempts to reject him. He was a man fairly sure of himself. Never a really overpowering rapist, he almost always managed to get his way with women. True, there were those few who had held their virtue above price, and, true to his word, he had gotten them either transferred or fired. If there was a good-looking female teacher in his school, sooner or later she either surrendered her body to him, or simply left.
Patty was one of those rare females who was a true delicacy, and he intended really enjoying her. Sure he'd boffed a couple of other beauties, one of whom had been even more beautiful than Patty-though she had been a real dud in the sack. But Patty was definitely a stunner, and the important thing was, she was here . . . now . . . and she wasn't directly refusing his overture.
It never once occurred to the principal she had never been fucked before. Something this lovely and stunningly beautiful had surely been propositioned by every male in the neighborhood where she lived, as well as the neighborhood from which she originally came. There was a record in his desk drawer, telling him she had been born and raised in Harlem, and so he expected that at one time or another she had sneaked under the stairs with some boy or other and had given him her cunt. It would never have registered on his mind that she was still a virgin.
From the way in which she was behaving he diagnosed her low boiling point, and a girl with this much heat in her surely had to let the steam out sometime. Her entire manner seemed to invite caresses. Taking his face away from hers for a moment, he stared into the black pools that were her eyes.
"Patty," he said, using her given name for the first time, "I'm going to be perfectly frank with you. I want to fuck you. It's as simple as that. Say no, and this'll be your last semester her, I mean it."
"I suppose I'll join the ranks of the many others whom you've fucked, another head for your trophy room."
"If you fuck half as good as you look, you'll be more than a head in my trophy room. God only knows how many times I intend fucking you, because I'm telling you right now, this won't be a one-time thing. I'll be banging you on a regular basis."
"On the desk or on the floor?" she asked, which, as far as he was concerned, was an agreement from her.
He smiled, walked over to the other sofa in the room and removed the cushions. One quick tug and it converted into a bed.
Patty looked and shrugged. At least he had the decency to put clean sheets on it.
"Y'know, honky," she told him, "what I oughtta do is tell my brothers on you, and they'd come and castrate you with a rusty razor blade."
Daniels smiled. If she had intended telling her brothers, she would have come right out and made a flat statement of the fact. No, she wasn't going to tell her brothers.
"If you castrated me," he laughed hoarsely, "you'd be missing out on the experience of a lifetime. You see," he said, undoing the top button of her white blouse, and then the next, and then the next, "even though I'm no raving beauty, I make up for my lack of looks with my ability. When you look back on this later on, you're going to realize I'm the best damned lay you ever had."
Patty knew she was too old to behave like a schoolgirl, yet she had to admit being totally overwhelmed by the man's personality. Granted he wasn't the handsomest man in the world, but the redheaded son of a bitch certainly did exude personality.
Even though she had actually thought about still refusing him, the sight of such positiveness in his eyes made her realize she really didn't want to back down. There was a haunting, hungry look in his eyes, light-blue eyes, which seemed to be unearthly and mysterious. She was curious why such a plain-looking man was loaded with so much personality. Yes, that was the word; personality. Too, the eager quaver in his voice let her know that even though it had initially started as a purely physical thing on his part, they had come to know one another better in the past few minutes than many married people know each other in a whole lifetime. It was no longer a question of his getting his rocks off inside her body. He wanted to fuck her for herself. Sure, it was still physical. The mere idea of actual love between the two of them, especially at this point, was ludicrous.
The fact that he was a school principal was, for the moment, completely forgotten by her. She was interested in Irving Daniels the man, and not her white school superior. There was something about his pudding face that made her want to do whatever he wished. So she didn't resist when he slid the blouse from her body, revealing her arms and shoulders to be the same light color as the rest of her.
Now Daniels reached behind her and unsnapped her brassiere, easing the straps down off her shoulders, taking the time to kiss first the right shoulder, then the left one. He carefully tossed the flimsy garment onto the floor, staring at the fullness of her large breasts. They were cone-shaped, standing out and with the nipples tilted slightly upward, they were dark-brown nipples, almost black, and the one part of her body that seemed truly negroid. Her areolae were very large, and when her breasts shimmied, the areolae looked like some kind of chocolate sauce on top of white baked Alaska.
Daniels's fingers traced the roundness of each breast in turn without actually touching the nipples. Patty began quaking, never having allowed any male to go this far with her before, but she wasn't shaking from fright. Rather it was the man's tantalizing touch sending ecstatic shivers violently through her. Her full round breasts stood up to his touch of her.
Daniels was well aware of the power he held over this enchanting girl-like woman. It was more than that of a principal over an inferior. It was the power of a lover over a woman. He was used to this. There was some mystique about him that always brought women under his spell once he had gotten this far with them.
Lowering his face, he let his mouth close over her extended right nipple. At the same time he ran his hand down the flat of her belly toward her trembling pussy. The barrier of her skirt was something he was no longer able to tolerate. It had to go.
They were standing directly beside the couch now, actually the sofa-bed, and he knelt before her and pushed her frilly garments down over the curved rotundity of her shapely young hips. Everything, the skirt, the half slip, and the panties came down, even her pantyhose, pooling around her ankles before she was able to step out of her shoes. Daniels lifted one leg of hers at a time clear then stood up, gripped her breasts firmly, and pushed her back on the bed.
This whole thing was crazy. Patty knew she ought not to continue with this, and yet she wanted to. No, the man, himself held no special meaning for her, but he was definitely experienced, and there was no doubt he was doing all this far more expertly than some other unknown future boy friend.
Her eyes stared at him as if imploring him to continue, and Daniels smiled, knowing he had this lovely teacher right where he wanted her. As a connoisseur of women, Daniels never thought in terms of race or creed. All he cared about was beauty. He loved and adored beauty, enjoying it as much as was humanly possible ever since his wife had died.
Patty breathed tersely, trying to relax on the bed as the redheaded man continued staring at her nakedness. She didn't feel the least bit embarrassed, perhaps because his was a hungry gaze.
Daniels now lay down beside her, feeling free to trace her wonderful form with his hands. He let his right hand run straight down the smoothness of her belly, trailing unto her cunt. He was surprised to find the lips already moist. He touched the narrow slit formed by the inner pouting lips of her vagina and he carefully worked his middle finger between the softly wet folds in search of her swollen, aching nubbing.
Patty felt an all-consuming desire of electrical sensation coursing through her body as the man's knowing, probing finger titillated her delicate clitoris. For a brief moment she was ready to panic, suddenly realizing this wasn't a game. This was the real thing and it was for, keeps. Her maidenly hymen was shortly going to be torn from her body forever, all for the sake of a lousy job.
Hell! Who was she kidding? She was using the job as an excuse. She had wanted something like this to happen to her a long, long time ago. She had been using one excuse after another to put this off, but not this time.
Her entire self was becoming more and more violently aroused by the insistent massaging of her tender clitoris. She was well aware of fountains of moisture bubbling from somewhere deep inside her combining with other torches of lust to make her think she was inwardly drowning and on fire at the same time.
It had come to the point where Daniels was thinking of her as more than a vessel to contain his sperm, and she, on the other hand was thinking of him as someone or something she was going to use for her own benefit. She felt completely overwhelmed by the deep thrills shooting violently through her.
Daniels, running his finger through her seething vaginal cleft, felt the stickily heavy moisture coming from deep inside her quivering body. God! It was becoming too much! He had to fuck her and that was all there was to it.
Leaping to his feet like a graceful rhinoceros, he began pulling off his own clothing, leaving everything in a pile on the floor. His heavily throbbing cock was pulsating with the need for burial in her vagina, and as he pulled the last of his clothing off it sprang out like a giant cat ready to pounce on its victim.
Patty remained totally unmoving, her eyes solidly locked on the man's throbbing groin. She studied the thick, fleshy prong very carefully. It was immense, really immense, far larger than anything she had ever seen attached to one of her brothers.
So this was to be the weapon that was to make a woman of her. The smooth, rubbery head at the tip was a bright, brilliant red. It was heavy, throbbing, the dilated slit in the tip already seeping colorless juices which were running all over the head in little droplets.
The idea of having that immense log rammed all the way inside her fascinated her, yet it frightened her a little, since she wondered if a tunnel as narrow as her own would be able to contain it.
"D-do you think all of that will fit inside me?" she asked, letting her fright begin to show through along with the curiosity she was feeling.
"There's only one real way to find out, isn't there," he grunted back at her.
Daniels was definitely not in the mood to discuss it. He lay beside her naked form allowing his hands to once again run up and down her beautiful body, lightly, delicately, tantalizingly touching each of her erogenous zones. He was titillating her all over. She lay there, rolling from side to side, enjoying everything he was doing, mentally thrilled and waiting for more.
He began kissing her again, but moving his face lower, kissing the flatness of her slender belly, licking into her dimpled navel, making her shiver with overpowering rapture. His hands slid beneath her lovely knees, shoving them wide apart and pressing them back. Her completely open pussy was exposed to his lascivious eyes, and this was the first time Patty began feeling embarrassed. No man had ever looked at that part of her, before. The look on Daniels's face was that of a wolf.
Now she began furiously blushing, though from his position Daniels never noticed. He was too busy concentrating on the rich pink beneath the dark-black curls on her lovely pelvis. 'Patty watched his face move closer to her feminine sanctuary. His body was pressing against hers, and her foot now felt the mighty column of cock extending from his pubic region. She shut her eyes tightly, still seeing the enormous organ in her mind as she became aware of his tongue sliding across the flat of her shuddering belly. Then the man's oral organ was sliding through the rich black curls, moving between her outer labia, and finally pressing against the cuticled shapes of her tightly compressed inner vaginal labia.
The overpowering touch of his burning tongue on her aching clitoris was like a brick building collapsing on her all at once. It was one of the most vivid things she would ever recall in later years. Her entire body leaped so high it almost moved off the mattress. Had his hands not been pressing down solidly on the undersides of her knees, holding her firmly in place, she would have rolled right off the mattress. Her tender vagina was burning with an entirely new and different kind of pleasure. She bit her lower lip, keeping back the sounds trying to push out of her choking throat.
As his mouth continued pressing deeper and deeper between her sucking cuntlips, pressing into the inner, virginal folds, an involuntary moan of gasping surprise escaped from her, and her own cry startled her. Godddd! She was able to feel the edges of his teeth rolling around the outside of her shuddering clitoris, creating a heretofore unknown delight inside her. Oh Lord! How had she gone on all these years in this world without having experienced this most wonderful of all delightful pleasures?
Her mind and body totally surrendered themselves to the distinctly wonderful pleasures blistering their way through her achingly wonderful body. The man's warm, wet tongue continually licking up and down between her soggy labia made her squirm and wriggle all the more uncontrollably.
She had no idea how long his tongue continued working against her seeping crack while his sharp teeth every now and again nibbled at her tender clitoris. Time had lost all meaning for her. All that really mattered was his continuing to push his tongue into the seething depths of her sodden pussy. The oral organ, which had been wide and flat all this time, now made itself narrow as it unrolled itself to much greater length, sinking its probing tip into the flooded, burning citadel of her blistering vaginal temple.
Lord! She was tight! Daniels suddenly realized he had never lapped a pussy this tight. Was it possible she was a virgin? Nah! Couldn't be! Never!
The pressure of his tongue sent all kinds of sparkling effervescence shooting through her. It bubbled into every extremity, making her quiver and shake.
"A aaaaaauuuuuuwwwwwaaaaaggggghhhhhh !" the lovely white-skinned Negress sighed, no longer able to remain silent, her voice constantly whining in response to the way the man's passion-building tongue was continually working its way through her.
The air in her lungs felt forced out, as if a tremendous, overpowering weight had come crashing down on her shuddering body. Lightning seemed to flare through her shivering belly, sending a rippling thrill all the way up to her quivering brain, then moving back down to the shuddering flame in her burning womb. The pressure within her was becoming stronger and stronger, and lights seemed to be igniting in her, getting brighter all the time as his licking tongue continued working all the more furiously in her. The wet digit continued sliding deeper and deeper into her sucking virginal tubule.
Patty used her own hands now to yank her lovely slender thighs wide apart, tyring to give the man's stabbing tongue even greater access to the love-starved depths of her tender pussy. His tongue slid in and out with a maddening cadence, and she found herself wriggling her buttocks against the mattress with such overpowering force, she thought her moving asscheeks might literally slam a hole through the sheets and springs.
Winding her slender fingers in his short, red hair, clutching tightly to his head, pressing it against her own liquid-drooling pussy as his oral digit moved in and out, she continued gasping. She was feeling sensations her mind was unable to comprehend, and she wished she were able to go through life feeling these thrills forever. She wanted the pleasure to continue unabated, but Daniels's licking into her passionate pit of delight abruptly came to a sudden, almost shocking halt. He seemed unable to contain his own body as he lifted his head from the lust-and-spit-inflamed pairs of pussylips and stared at how much richer they had become as a result of his tongue moving in and out of her inner tract.
Patty raised her slender, girlish hips higher, trying to move her cunt against his open mouth, writhing her buttocks circularly, hoping for more of his lingual attacks, but at the moment he was ignoring her wants and needs. Moving up on the mattress, keeping her thighs spread wide apart while pushing her knees back against her body "he pressed his own knees against the cheeks of her ass as he pushed the heatedly throbbing knob of his pulsating penis against the tender slit where his tongue had so recently scooped out her luscious juices.
Patty, whose head was still slightly raised against the back of the sofa-bed, was clearly able to see what the principal was doing and her heartbeat began quickening all the more. She gaped at the way the massive phallic spear hovered against the opening to her wide-open virginal pussy, all set to bury itself inside. Looking at it from this angle, comparing its breadth and monstrous thickness with the narrowness of her vaginal entry-way, she thought of the organ as something attached to an elephant and was unable to repress a shudder thinking it would surely shred every last little bit of her interior. It was a huge, Doric column of red-tinted marble preparing to sunder its way through her tender tightness as it plunged into her squeezing belly.
The rounded knob on the end made it look like a gigantic battering ram of fire. The massively enlarged, helmet-like tip was continually expanding and contracting, constantly flexing with thrillingly insane pulsations as more and more drops of oil seeped from its leaking tip. Now, for the first time, she was able to take stock of the situation and realized she had allowed herself to be talked into letting her body be used, violated, simply to sate the lust of the man who hadn't the littlest feeling for her as a person. What was more, when this was over, he had expressed a desire to continue this at future dates. She felt so wide open, so totally exposed, feeling the cool air in the heated cavern of her slickly virginal tunnel, moving through as if it were whistling through a cave. Her own leaking oil tickled her as it seeped its way down the widespread cheeks of her buttocks.
Daniels pushed her thighs back even more as he moved his own hips forward some more. Her head fell back on the mattress as she felt the thickness of his domed cock-head finally make contact with the tenderness of her inner cuntlips. The point slid up and down between the seething walls of her cuntlips without actually penetrating her vaginal maw.
The principal began rocking his flat hips forward and back, parting the tenderly soft curls of her ebony pubic hair, stroking the openness of her sticky pussylips with the iron-hard length of his throbbingly pulsating phallus. He was still half-kneeling between her almost-white, widely spread thighs, and Patty was unable to stop staring at the oversized dome of redness topping his pulsing prick as she lifted her head to watch it teasingly move along the length of her tender slit.
Although she still felt a horror at being ripped wide open internally by his spearing length, her curiosity at what it would feel like was slowly beginning to dominate her fear. The throbbing pulsations of the head pressing between her labia made her curious as to whether or not she would feel the pulsing once it fitted itself into her.
Daniels gloated a little, sensing her natural fears. Still unaware she was a virgin, he merely thought she was afraid because of his length and width. So he proceeded to make her relax a little more by allowing his throbbing penile point to continue sliding back and forth through her feminine wound without actually attempting to penetrate it. This proved to be very wise on his part, because after awhile Patty was gasping, "You're teasing me!
Stop it! Do it, already!"
The redheaded principal was thoroughly relishing every last moment of what was happening between them: He had turned her from an unwilling participant to a reluctant participant to a more-than-willing participant, taking his own time, doing everything in his own way. His enjoyment, and his taking his time was enhancing everything for her, as well.
He was well aware of the way she was shivering, and despite his need to feel his stabbing cock in her heated cunt, he kept moving slowly, well aware she was anticipating something frightful. Her helplessness merely added fuel to his already burning arousal. This served to intensify his excitement. Christ! The woman was stunning in every way. She looked good, she felt good, she smelled good, she sounded good, and yes, she tasted good.
"All right," he told her. "My cock is poised at the entrance to your cunt. Now reach down, grip it with your hand, and move it around until the tip is actually nosing its way into your cunt."
Patty understood how violently aroused he was because she was feeling arousal, herself. Doing as he wished would only enhance everything for both of them, so she reached between her thighs, wrapping her long, cool fingers around the solid steel of his erect cock. She swore she was able to feel the blood swirling through it filling the millions of tiny sacs that kept it solid and hard. Yes, it was the single most thrilling thing she had ever touched with her hands.
Writhing her slender hips under the weight of the redheaded man's body, Patty began trying to position the solidly elastic head against the tight entrance to her seething vagina. She worked the throbbing organ from side to side, doing her best to open her inner lips. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she managed to work the tip of the rubbery point between her vulva then slowly rubbed it around, using the swollen dome to stretch the walls within, hoping she would be able to enlarge herself enough internally before he actually plunged all the way in.
Daniels, however, was no longer able to restrain himself. He cocked his hips, then violently thrust forward still unaware of her virginity. She was so tight, that in spite of his driving thrust, he didn't sink more than two inches into her. But it was enough for Patty to discover the real meaning of pain.
"Aaaaayyyyyaaaaannnnnggggghhhhh!" she gasped. "Ohhhhhhh . . . hhhhhuuuuunnnnhhhh . . . Godddd . . . wait! Wait! Wait!" she loudly wailed as Daniels continued to cram his cock relentlessly deeper into the tightness of her resisting pussy.
Daniels realized she was tight, but he was still unable to believe just how tight. Her interior vaginal walls were clamping solidly together around his throbbing cock, fighting back, trying to restrain him, and he marveled at her inner musculature.
Oh dear God! Patty had accepted the fact that she would have to feel some pain, but this . . . this was agonizingly incredible. She was certain her internal tissues and membranes would all be shredded into useless bits of aching flesh and outpouring blood as he steadily increased the vibrant force of his driving thrusts, applying more and more pressure with each forward lunge. He moved slowly forward, a millimeter at a time, and the agony in her aching vagina continued increasing as her inner membranes did their best to resist the blunted force of his driving cock. Then the organ was pressing against her hymen.
Daniels was surprised to feel it there, but it did explain a lot. She was a virgin. How about that! Well, what the hell! He had come this far, might as well finish the job.
"Ohhhhhhhhh . . . Goddddd! No . . . n-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o . . . no more . . . no more ..." she begged.
She was aware of the heavy penis continuing to push its way slowly deeper, stretching her elastic thread of slender tissue.
"Yaaaaannnnnggggghhhhhhh! Aaaaarrrrrgggg-hhhhh! Hhhhhuuuuuhhhh!" Patty screamed in violent anguish as agonizing torment began madly tearing through her body. She shuddered and squirmed, screaming for him to stop, to have some kind of pity on her. The heavy oak walls of the office made the room virtually soundproof, and she was well aware no one heard her. The insistently throbbing force of his driving phallus continued moving deeper into the sucking center of her fiery womanly passage. This caused more messages of pain to be sent to her brain. Even when the maidenhead finally snapped, the intensely overpowering agony remained with her for more than a few minutes. She never realized just when it was that the membrane actually gave way. She writhed, doing her best to fight off the anguish and the agony.
Her fingers were still wrapped around the base of the instrument causing her all this anguish. Realizing this, she tightened her grip on the organ, hoping to somehow or other keep him steady and unmoving while she writhed her buttocks out from underneath him.
Wow! she thought to herself, letting her fingers wander along the length of the penis still not buried inside her. Most of it had yet to penetrate. How much more anguish was there going to be when he nailed the rest of the organ all the way into her?
Her body began trembling uncontrollably when she realized he intended stabbing the entire length of his swollen penis into her, causing her that much more anguish and pain. She wanted to push him off, and so she let go of his cock in order to use both hands in an attempt to shove against his chest. That was the moment for which Daniels had waited, and he powered forward.
"Aaaaayyyyyaaaaaggggghhhhh! N-o-o-o-o-o-o- o-o-o-o ..." she screamed out loud.
The blood-swollen length of throbbing column sank ever deeper into her tightly crushing vaginal passageway, expanding the narrow breadth of her feminine tunnel, making it fit all the more comfortably around his throbbing male pillar. With a slow, positive determination he rammed his thick and lengthy phallus even deeper into the tunnel of her pained vaginal passageway.
Patty was abruptly aware her hymen was gone. It had to be gone for the penis to move in so quickly and so deep. The intense agony invading her body was now not quite as strong as it had been. Nevertheless, her body remained rigidly tense, afraid she would feel yet another streak of mindless torture shooting through her. At this point she wondered if she would really be able to survive all that was happening to her, feeling the penile monolith working its way deeper and deeper into the tightness of her feminine sanctuary.
She felt her vaginal walls doing their best to stop his entry, compressing and squeezing all the more tightly, hoping he wouldn't be able to penetrate and sink even deeper into her. But as he continued plunging his stolid staff into her fiery depths, Patty realized all resistance on her part was hopeless. All she was doing was intensifying the pain in her own quaking body. The less she resisted, the easier it would be in the long run. She had to allow herself to relax.
She did so, and the organ slammed the last little bit into her aching body.
The complete stoppering of her tenderly soft vagina once again made her scream, but this time it was more from the surprise of his inward thrust than from pain or fear. She lay there totally frozen, the force with which Daniels had smashed into her pelvis completely overpowering her. He had crammed himself into her with no restraint whatsoever, his scrubby, red pubic hairs now rubbing against the tenderly soft, scalloped shape of her delicate inner labia. She felt the thick organ pulsating and twitching inside her, violently jerking, vibrating and twitching beyond any control. She shivered because of the glove-tight fit of her simmering vagina around the man's thickly throbbing cock. The weight of his sperm-filled testicles whacked against her perineum and asshole, and Daniels thought his penis had swollen so much within the confines of her cunt, it was going to burst at any instant.
Patty softly moaned as she felt the way the mighty fleshy javelin continued to fill her aching viscidness, crammed in way past her cervix. She felt as if she were limply dangling from the erotic skewer, her eyes crunched tightly together, afraid for fear there would indeed be even more pain.
Now, with the passing moments, as she continued lying there, she realized the pains within her were slowly beginning to subside. The slow, heavy, almost ponderous jerking of his solidly throbbing cock filled her with wanton shivers, but she realized these shivers were not part of the horror she had suffered. These were the old, delightful shivers of lust she had felt prior to the sensations of agony invading her.
Little by little she became aware of the sensitive part of her quivering body sending more and more messages of pleasure to her terrified brain. The heavy hedge of hair covering Daniels's broad chest was now rubbing delightfully against her upthrust nipples, moving her heavily solid breasts from side to side. His warm breath was flowing strongly over the strained muscles in her neck. She wondered why he was simply lying there, allowing his swollenly pulsating cock to continue marinating in her vaginal oils, and then she was aware her own hands had reached out and were clutching his flat asscheeks very tightly, forcing him to keep his throbbing meat stuffed all the way inside her.
Opening her eyes, the lovely woman turned her head and lifted it a little, looking down the length of their linked bodies. Her strained thighs were spread wide apart, away from her slender body, and she was able to see his hairy pelvis pressing itself solidly into hers, his red hairs intermingling with her black hairs.
Just looking at it made Patty feel that much more aroused, and she realized how much of a tingle was starting to work its way quickly through her shuddering body. The pain was fading that much more swiftly now, and it would never again return. Behind the discomfort, still waiting to be fully felt, was the continually mounting delight she had been seeking when she had permitted Daniels to start all this.
Now the long, thick rod of cock was vibrantly flexing itself inside her vagina.
"Haaaaauuuuunnnnnhhhhh!" she gasped, and this time was able to recognize the sound she was emitting as passion instead of horrible agony. The flames of seething lust, still burning in the hot pit of her aching cunt, were beginning to enlarge, now. The raw, vibrating, tingling sensations emanating from the deepest core of her pulsating vagina were mounting higher and higher, moving more and more quickly, reminding her just why she had allowed Daniels to fuck her in the first place. It was for her own edification as much as his; her satisfaction, her settlement of curiosity, her salacious desires. Yes, she was as salacious as any male, and now, for the first time, she truly realized it.
Her delightful thighs were still prised very wide apart, and her kneecaps were still drawn all the way back, allowing her to arch her slender hips against the tingling red brillo covering the man's pelvis, feeling the way it tickled the entire length of her coral slash.
Once that he was certain she would not scream any longer or try to pull away, Daniels slowly began withdrawing his penis from inside her. She automatically responded by lifting her slender hips, letting him know she didn't want his cock to get away. But Daniels was only pulling back to gain enough leverage to ram forward again. His throbbing phallus withdrew until only the red-cherry tip remained inside. He remained that way, unmoving for a long moment, letting her vacant cunt realize how much it missed the throbbing length of his pulsating penis. Now he was inwardly laughing, looking down, watching the way Patty was vainly lifting her buttocks off the bed, attempting to force his swollen rod into her steaming confines all over again.
"Just relax," he said, making her lie back on the bed.
Slowly, very slowly, and very carefully and deliberately, the principal wormed his mighty powering rod back into the sucking depths of her seething tunnel, parting her vaginal walls, sliding into the tightness of her never-before-used vaginal passage, feeling the way her inner tissues folded themselves over and around the full length of his obtruding organ.
All the nerve-endings in her tunnel were seemingly touched by his moving phallic length, and the thrills were transmitted to her aching mind. Her shuddering body clung to every wonderful moment of the in-stroke, sensations of total wanton delight completely replacing any of the pain she had previously felt.
This time she eagerly awaited the twin counterweights of his heavy testicles slapping against her asscheeks as once again his cock totally filled her emptiness. Aaaaannnnnhhhhh yeeeessss! It was as if this was what she had been waiting for all her life. Oh my! It felt even better than she had imagined it would feel. Her heels reached up into the air and her toes curled as if trying to grip something for leverage as she flexed the muscles in her thighs in an attempt to open them all the wider, but they were as far apart as possible without actually tearing any of the muscular cords. The circular twitching of his pulsating penis in her tightly narrow vagina made her aware no matter how solidly he thrust, he was as far into her as he was able to go. But the pressure of the rubbery penile head against the rear of her vagina made the lovely woman understand there really was no need to sink his penis any deeper into her. It was as far in as it was going to go.
Once more Daniels's throbbing length of muscular meat retreated, only to return a little bit faster this time, enhancing the thrill by making it wash through her before the previous thrill had dissipated. He was ramming ever more solidly into the tightness of her juicing depths, the heaviness of his testicles slamming all the more solidly against the pucker of her asshole, making her wriggle.
"Ohhhhhhhh . . . uuuuunnnnnhhhhh . . ." Patty sighed, feeling delightfully deliciously wicked sensations tingling up and down her aching spine. The rubbing of his scrotum against her asshole was that much more wonderful. She swore she was able to feel the seed already boiling inside them.
"Aaaaannnnnhhhhhh . . . yessssss . . . uuuuu-nnnnnhhhhh . . . morrrree ..." she begged. "Fuck me, Mr. Daniels! Fuck me! It feels so good!"
"Under . . . aaannnhhh ... the circumstances . . ." he gasped, pumping into her in a regulated way, "when we're . . . uhhhh . . . alone . . .aaannnhhh ... it might be a good idea . . . ohhhh ... if you called me . . . Irving."
She was gasping rhythmically now, keeping time with the way he was violently stroking in and out of her sucking vagina, in and out, in and out, in and out, in and out. The steady cadence made her seething vagina that much more flooded, and the pounding motions of his pulsating cock sent shudders of delight rippling up and down her shuddering spine. The intensity of her pleasure was continually increasing.
Patty was able to pick up the tempo herself, and she was automatically responding, slamming her buttocks up and down, up and down in time to his driving thrusts, arching her slender hips straight up as he spiked his throbbing cock down, then retreating into the mattress as he tugged the trusting length of his weighty penis from within her vaginal confines.
Sexual contact was everything Patty had ever heard about, and more. Her mind remained firmly locked on the thrilling and wonderful pleasures continually shooting through her shuddering body, enhanced by each driving thrust of the man's broad cock, whether forward or back.
The flames in her aching pussy became more and more intense with every passing instant. Daniels's thrusting penis seemed to continually enlarge within her, his long, soddenly soaking phallus pumping in and out with faster and faster movement and even greater ease as her vagina accustomed itself to his entire breadth. Even so, her vaginal walls clung solidly to his moving penis, solidly squeezing and crushing it again and again, stirring her to even greater heights of rapture.
The cadence and tempo began increasing with each maddeningly wild lunge, and there seemed to be a newer, more powerful urgency of rapturous passion and it became a guiding force as his powerful plunger sank into the tightly sucking depths of her squeezing womb. Their pubic hairs matted so tightly together, each time their pelvises separated, she had more red hairs rimming her vagina, and he had series of black strands winding their way through his red bush.
Patty now had all her senses concentrating in her vagina, feeling the way his rubbing piston moved back and forth through the delicate walls of her aching pussy. The delight of the reaming prick seemed to send thrilling electrical charges dancing from nerve-ending to nerve-ending, and then through every part of her aching body. The frantically anguished rolling motions of their bodies on the bed caused her entire universe to sway beyond control.
Patty felt as if her body was being sucked up inside the length of his tubular cock ... as if she were being sucked into that tiny hole in his penis where she would soon be washed from head to foot in semen, mingling with the tiny millions of little sperm cells he would shortly shoot into her. She wasn't worried about pregnancy. Even though she had been a virgin, she had, as a safety precaution, been taking the Pill for more than a year.
The dome of the throbbing phallus inside her seething vagina was swelling up to unbelievably huge proportions now, and she was aware of her belly contracting spasmodically, going totally out of control. She realized the massive column was about to fire all the burning seed stored in the depths of his aching balls, and the increasing jerks in her belly seemed to react to it. She was certain her entire interior would shortly erupt in a volcanic blast.
Now the gigantic prong sank to its full length in the depth of her squeezing vagina, totally filling the ultra-sensitive passageway. The swelling cock was a definite signal, letting her know she was to prepare for the magic of his sperm shooting into her. When the first heated blast of gushing liquid moved up the inner length of his throbbingly pulsating cock, it came bursting out into Patty's pulsating pussy as Daniels bellowed a loud, "AAAAAAHHHHH-AAAAARRRRRGGGGGUUUUUNNNNGGGG-HHHHHAAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHHAAAA- UUUUUWWWWAAAAARRRRGGGGHHHH-UUUUUNNNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!"
Daniels felt the seed geyser out of him as it hadn't for a very long time. This was one spectacular female, all right. He was determined this would only be the first in a long line of sexual joinings between the two of them.
He was totally unprepared for her wildly spastic reaction as she tightened her own body and screeched, "EEEEE YY Y Y YYEEEEEE AAAAA-UUUUUGGGGGHHHHHAAAAANNNNNN-GGGGGHHHHHAAAAAAIIIIIIGGGGGGGG-HHHHHHHH!" Her vagina distended inside as her vulva tightly contracted, and they moved wildly against one another for uncounted minutes.
Little by little they ran out of breath. There was nothing left for them to do but slow down, and finally stop.
When he finally pulled his blood-tinted penis from her vagina, it was a soft imitation of what it had been, before, but it was still a hefty chunk of meat. Someone had once told Patty that black men had the largest penises. Well any man with something larger than that of Irving Daniels would have too much of a good thing.
There was a small bathroom attached to the principal's office, and Patty was allowed to go in there and wash herself off. When she emerged, Daniels was fully dressed, and he helped her get dressed.
"Well," she said, "I assume I at least get to keep my job."
"You keep this up," he said to her, "and I'll make you the head of the English department next year when old Crabman finally retires."
"I'd like to earn that on my teaching merits," she insisted. "Besides, who knows, by next year I may be transferred to a better school."
"What makes you think that?" he asked.
"Mr. Daniels, I know men, and you're the kind of man who eventually will have to tell someone what you did with me. Not wanting to risk trouble for either of us, it'll probably be someone out of this district, an equal. Since this is just about the worst school in Newark, any change has to be better, and there's a good chance that man you do tell will think he can get the same thing from me you got. Until then, however, I'm yours."
CHAPTER THREE
Irving Daniels was not a greedy man, therefore it was agreed he and Patty would get together one day a week. Patty selected Monday because Monday normally was the unhappiest day of the week, what with everyone getting back to school after a weekend. A good roll in the hay, as the principal put it, was just the thing to take the blue out of blue Monday.
Rather than use the principal's office, it was agreed she would meet with him at his home in West Orange, New Jersey. Patty's agreeability stemmed more from her enjoyment of their encounter than from any threat he posed to her.
The removal of her hymen removed more than a piece of tissue from her body. It also removed a mental barrier. She had been dating a few men on and off, all of them black. Though color really didn't mean that much to her, she was enough of a racist to want to marry a black man.
Within the black community there was a variance in attitude toward different shades of black. For instance, an extremely black man usually looked to marry any female even the littlest shade lighter than himself. On the other hand, an extremely light-skinned black man, depending on his pride in his own race, looked either for a very black woman to assure his having black children, or, going the other way, he looked for a white woman in the hope of breaking away from the black community.
The same was true in reverse, where women looked for the right tint in their husbands. Patty however, didn't particularly care about tint, though she did insist her beaux be black. She did notice a lot of men were after her, though. For most black men she was a step toward being white. For light-skinned black men it meant the possibility of having a wife who would give birth to children that might pass for white.
It would have been ridiculous to close her eyes to the fact that a color problem still existed and would continue to exist for many generations to come. But Patty wanted her children to succeed, when the time came for them to exist, because of their abilities, overcoming the handicap of black skin.
However, the time was fast approaching when she, herself would have to fight back certain inner prejudices against her own people. One of these people was Randolph Potts, a nineteen-year-old boy who was still trying to get out of high school.
Randy Potts was what the other kids in school termed a mean "mutha." He was six-feet-three-inches tall, blacker than the ace of spades and inwardly bloated with a tremendous insecurity complex because of his skin color. In order to overcome his sense of insecurity he took to bullying at an early age. Since no one thought to stop him, he was still a bully. In fact, he was the school bully.
Randy had wide-flaring nostrils, small, gorilla-like eyes, a low forehead and a high afro. His jaw jutted out as if always challenging someone to hit it.
One look at Randy would have discouraged all but the hardiest of souls. He had a natural strength which came from having run long distances when escaping the wrath of his bible-spouting father.
He had raped more than two dozen different black girls in school, none of whom had dared speak out against him, and he had been eyeing the new teacher, Miss Brown, for some time. She had transferred him out of her class the first week she had come to the school, and Randy had thought of it as a direct insult to him. So he was determined to get back some of his own.
It was on a Friday afternoon that he noticed Patty Brown was in a classroom all by herself after school hours. She was preparing to leave, and he decided this would be as good a time as any to teach the bitch a lesson.
Patty was preparing to relax for the weekend. She had a nice date coming up Saturday evening, and tonight she would be able to relax in a hot tub and then watch a little TV.
Hearing a sound, she looked up and saw Randy Potts in the classroom. He was closing and locking the classroom door behind him and then pulling down the shade covering the glass upper part of the window.
"Just what do you think you're doing?" she snapped, talking in the imperious tone of voice most teachers take with their students.
"Ah knows what ah'm doin'," Randy told her. "S'just a question of makin' sure you know what ah'm about to do."
She wanted to run to the window and scream for help, but first of all there would be no one outside to hear her, and even if there were, all the windows were nailed shut ever since air-conditioning had been put in the school. To insure the window panes wouldn't break, wire mesh had been strung over them.
"Randolph Potts, you open that door this instant and leave," Patty snapped at him.
"Sheeyittt! Ah ain't gon'leave, leastways not till ah gets what ah came here for," he said, grinning like King Kong.
"I'll have the police on you so fast your head will spin," she said, moving to the other side of her desk.
"Fuck that!" Randy told her. "Ah already got me a standin' alibi with a half dozen kids who'll swear I was with 'em in a penny ante crap game on a street corner two miles away from here. Might as well face it, teach, you is gonna get fucked."
As she stared, the huge, apelike boy began undressing, pulling off all his clothing and leaving it all on the floor near the door.
"Randolph, don't you dare!" she gasped. "Don't you even dream of it." She was holding the pointed stick she usually carried with her.
Randy looked and laughed, his black cock standing out in front of him like a long, dark anaconda. It stretched and stretched and stretched, swelling and stiffening, and Patty realized the organ was as long as that of Irving Daniels, even if it wasn't quite as thick. It's very blackness seemed to make it look all the more menacing.
"Ah'm gon'take thet there stick away from you, teach, and ah'm gon'give you another stick to play with in its place."
Randy slowly continued moving toward her, and when she tried jabbing him with the stick, he took it from her and broke it. The boy's white eyes seemed to bulge frighteningly from their swollen sockets as he mentally undressed her, pausing as he lingered over the choicer parts of her anatomy.
"Y'know, teach, you got yourself one yelluva bod there. Wouldn't be fair f'me to let go of it, now. Ah'm gonna fuck you, y'might as well get that through yer skull. So now y'got the choice of gettin' the dress off as soon as possible, or havin' me tear it off."
This was incredible. After all this time she had been certain no male would ever be able to put a hand on her, and yet here was Randolph Potts giving her orders.
She backed up and he followed her. They moved to the rear of the classroom, and then back to the front again up another aisle. She was at her own desk again, and she opened the drawer and pulled out the sharp-edged ruler. When Randy leaped at her, she slashed with it, cutting a gash across his face. He yelled, backed up, then picked up a small ceramic vase on her desk and hurled it at her. She ducked, and as her head was turned away, he leaped at her, grabbed the ruler, and broke it.
"You gon get the dress off?" he asked.
Patty shook her head, as much angry as she was afraid, now. After all, there was sure to be someone here in the school, though she had no idea exactly where. If she screamed long enough and loud enough, even with the door closed, surely someone would hear her. "I won't do anything you want, Randolph," she told him. "Take one more step and I'll scream rape so loud they'll hear me in New York."
"Ain't no one gon'here you, teach. School's just 'bout empty 'ceptin' for the janitor, and he's downstairs fast asleep in the furnace room. Now you get that fuckin' dress off again. Ah ain't gonna say it a third time."
Hell, this light-skinned nigger-gal wasn't going to get away from him. Randy Potts was determined to fuck her. Sheeyitt! He had fucked some other black women even older than her, though not here in the school. After having fucked teenage girls and fifty-year-old women, and everything in between, Randy Potts had decided his best bet was something between twenty and thirty. Yeah, this was some good-lookin' pussy, all right, and he was gonna boff it to her.
Patty looked for spme way to get to the door, but Randy's powerful frame stood between her and the exit. She knew there was no way possible for her to get past him.
"You let me go this minute or I swear I'll scream."
The boy grinned broadly at the way she was behaving, and he pushed his hand into his back pocket. Sheeyitt! This fucking bitch wasn't going to scream, not now or at any time while he was in the goddamn school. His grin became an obscene and leering steeplechase smile, the self-assured, wide grin of conquest as he brought his hand out of the pocket and held it out in front of him. He had a long-handled switchblade knife, and when he pressed the button it simply popped open. He had the sharp tip pointed directly at her flat stomach.
"You ain't gon'scream, teach. You is gon'do what ah say."
"My God!" she gasped. "You wouldn't dare. You wouldn't have the gall. I have a half dozen brothers who would find you out and slice you to a million pieces."
"Mebbee!" he nodded. "But you won't be round to see it. So let's get this fuckin' on the road."
Patty knew she had to buy some time. Even if it meant undressing in front of the youth. Shuddering, she slipped her dress over her head, her fingers trembling as she stared at the white-eyed, black-faced boy. Then, as he prompted her with his knife, she slid out of her half-slip. Now she was standing before him in brassiere and panties. He stared wildly at her long, lithe bare legs-she had removed her pantyhose after the last class and tucked them in her purse. She was so pert, so trim, so delightfully smooth. Sheeyitt! It was going to be like fucking a white woman. Her firm breasts made little mounds over the rounded cups of her small brassiere, and her almost-white midriff looked so luscious, as did the very gentle swell of her nearly boyish hips. His penetrating look frightened her even more now, and she said, gasping, "This is wrong, Randolph. You know this is wrong. I can't do this. Please, don't force me to do something for which we'll both be sorry."
"What ah wants to do is what ah wants to do," He snapped. "Ah'll tell you this jus' once. You shut your mouth 'fore ah hits you upside your head."
He stood a little closer to her now, and she knew there was no chance for escape. She might risk yelling for help again, hoping he wouldn't stab her, but there was something cold and inhuman about the way his large, white, round piggy eyes looked at her, and she felt a shiver in her belly at the thought of him carving her up like a turkey. Even rape was better than being cut up.
The youth was standing directly in front of her now, his large lips right near her, and then his mouth was engulfing her as his powerful arms, now as bare as the rest of him, encircled her. She felt the coldness of the knife handle against her back and realized he had closed the blade. But he was still holding onto the knife, and she knew he was crazy enough to try and use it. Randy sucked on her tongue and pulled at her soft lips, chewing on everything with his ravenous mouth, actually trying to hungrily devour her.
Patty feebly struggled, but found herself barely able to remain on her feet. She was well aware of how easily she might collapse in a helpless pile on the floor at any given moment, weak from terrified horror at what the boy was doing to her. His thick tongue was filling her mouth, swirling around heavily and thickly inside. The youth seemed tremendous as he hugged her to his black body, creating the impression she was being surrounded by a black bear. Lord! He was like some monster from a fairy tale rising from some hidden cavern, prepared to swallow her down.
"Let me go . . . please . . . please ... let me go . . ." she weakly whimpered, squirming like a rabbit in the paws of a voracious beast.
Randy moved with her squirms, using one arm to clear her desk, knocking everything on the floor. He moved with her as if the two of them were a single body, and the woman felt a horrible fear freezing her limbs, filling her belly with horror. The dizziness became worse and worse as the whole room spun drunkenly around and around.
She was lying on the desk. Her brassiere and sheer panties were violently being pulled off, ripped away, and thrown to the floor. The black youth's body was crawling all over her as she lay on the smooth wooden top and his hands were suddenly everywhere.
"Ggggguuuuunnnnnggggghhhhh!" she gasped as she suddenly felt the solidly thrusting drive of a fist being rammed with all his strength between her widely spread thighs. She gasped and tried jerking away but the intruding hardness continued following her, and his hungrily wet mouth slammed itself firmly against hers, stifling any cry she might have made. Patty struggled and kicked with all her might, and her foot managed to plant itself in his belly, and she pushed with all her strength, hurling him off her and slamming against the desks off to the side.
"Hot damn!" Randy muttered, leaping to his feet.
Patty tried rolling off the desk but he grabbed one of her shoulders and slammed her down on the wooden surface, and then hurled himself on top of her again. This time he wrapped a hand around her throat.
"Ghhhhuuuurrrrgggghhhh!" she gagged, struggling, writhing and twisting, and then the whole world slowly but surely began growing dim and she was certain she was going to die.
CHAPTER FOUR
Little by little she came to herself and realized she was still alive. His hands were no longer on her throat, and he was now lying behind her on the desk, his full lips taking gentle nibbles at the nape of her neck and her shoulder. She lay perfectly still, terrified, hoping her total lack of response would make him leave her alone. She was amazed at her own calm under the circumstances. She was not normally a female able to keep herself calmly controlled. Patty was surprised she hadn't gone into hysterics. She knew the worst was yet to come, and yet she was somehow or other able to withstand it.
She had no physical strength left for resistance as she felt his hand slide between her slender thighs, moving back and forth against her vagina, and then pulling back to rub between her buttocks. She felt a combination of nothingness and paralysis, dread and fear mingling with absolute zero somewhere inside her as she remembered he still had that knife, somewhere. His fingers were alternating between her vagina and her buttocks, sliding wetly between her labia, making her realize that in the midst of terror her body was still reacting sexually to what was happening.
Abruptly, his fingers probed between her vaginal lips, entering her crudely, roughly intruding themselves into the wetness of her seething feminine cavern. He stroked the warm, sensitive walls of her quivering vaginal sheath, and she felt something happening to her through the numbness. Her interior was involuntarily contracting with pleasure, and she moaned and gasped out a soft cry, immediately ashamed of herself for it. She realized how helpless she was to hide her body's inner responses in spite of the fact that she absolutely detested this youth. Though all this was against her will, her physical being had no knowledge of it and was enjoying everything he was doing. His rigid phallus slithered and oozed between her thighs from behind, moving like a reptile after his fingers had prodded and probed shamelessly at the opening between her ravished, fleshy lips.
"Don't do this, Randolph," she gasped. "You know I'll tell someone, afterward. You have no hope of getting away with it. But if you stop now, I'll never say a word."
"Sheeyitt!" he laughed. "Ah ain't worried none 'bout your tellin' on me. Ah ain't even gon' be in the neighborhood by tomorrow. Ah done signed up with the Merchant Marine, and ah'm gon' be a long, long way away from here tomorrow and forever. This here place is a shithole, anyway. But ah figgered ah might as well get me one good memory before ah take off, and teach, you are it Ah'm gon' fuck you and really enjoy it. Sheeyitt! You was meant for fuckin'. So whyn't you jus' keep that trap of yours shut, and ah'll do all the work, and mebbee the two of us kin get something outta all this."
"Randolph, doesn't it ever bother you to know you're doing something to hurt another human being?"
"Aw cut the bullshit, honey. Ah'm fuckin' you, and thass somethin' that every-body likes, even if they ain't got the guts to admit it. So you jus' get ready and spread your cunt, and we'll both us have the ball of a lifetime."
She shuddered as she felt the cold knife handle pressing against her temple, and she didn't say anything more. Now the thick, black tip of his throbbingly aching cock was beginning to poke against the soft, moist folds of her vagina from behind, as they lay spoon fashion on the desk. She groaned with terror, frightened the boy's length and breadth might cause pain, just as she had initially felt pain with the principal. But as he slipped it to her wet swamp, she realized her elastic walls were immediately adjusting, and though there was some initial discomfort, there was that feeling of security that overpowered the discomfort. In point of fact the cock inside her made her feel satisfied in spite of the fact that she hated the person attached to it.
Randy didn't think about her love or hate for him. The moment his penis was inside her, he seemed to lose himself in an insane frenzy of lust and desire. Abruptly his breath came up from somewhere inside him as if he were possessed by some demon, and in heavy gasps he began solidly fucking into her from trie rear as furiously as he was able to do with the full length of his huge black hardened cock. It burrowed so totally and completely into the lovely teacher, Patty found herself being thrilled against her will, and she began gasping and panting.
"Y'like it, don'cha, teach!" he said to her. "This . . . huuunnnhhh ... is still . . . oooo- nnnhhh . . . wrong!" she insisted. But the youth gripped her securely as they lay on the desk, a hand curving around each of her hips so his fingers were biting into the delicately tender flesh of her womanly abdomen. He had put the knife on the floor, dropping it on the blotter he had swept off her desk so that it had made no noise when falling.
Randy moved into her body like a powerful plunger, and each forward thrust was more powerful than the next. Patty found herself gasping and squirming with lust like a sow being attacked by a boar. She was aware of the heavy hairiness of his thighs. It was all so bristly, rubbing against her rear cheeks and the undersides of her own thighs.
He continued pummeling into her as if trying to punish her, slamming into her with great, towering force, filling the entire shame-filled tunnel of her cunt as he ploughed in again and again. He was fucking into her with deep, long strokes, and it felt to her as if his cock was lancing itself up to her breasts with solidly skewering thrusts. Sometimes she felt twitch of pain as he snapped his powerful hip muscles and flicked his immensely swollen penis as far into her vaginal depths as he was able to drive it. At other moments she thought he was trying to set off explosions deep inside her, spreading wide parts of her hidden anatomy that he had no right to know about.
Behind her, on the desk, he was like an uncontrolled lunatic, tossing, spinning, wildly fucking a he loudly moaned and then continued battering himself into the depths of her squeezing vagina smashing his solid pelvis against the roundness of her smooth buttocks.
"Ah see ah'm really gettin' to you, teach," he gasped. "Sheesh! You really like it. S'as plain as the li'l nose on your face," he gasped, continually panting as he thrust into her.
She listened to his heavy breathing as his digging fingers pressed solidly into her tenderly flat belly, making her squeal with totally unnecessary pain.
"Hhhhhaaaauuuunnnngggghhhh . . . stop j. . Randolph . . . stop . . . don't do this. . ." she gasped, feeling extra powerful pressure against her hips as his compressing hands began pulling and guiding her until he was over on top of her and then moving higher as an arm around her belly pulled her to her knees on the desk.
His desire-bloated cock was still completely buried in her sweet vaginal tunnel, stuffed into her like a bung in a barrel. He was yanking and pulling her body, making her move, and she finally reluctantly allowed herself to be guided though this degrading position made her feel more debased than ever before. She felt like a bitch being savagely torn to shreds by a lusting hound. Now she was beginning to understand what it felt like to be treated like some prostitute, who, paid for her services, was expected to do anything and everything [for the money.
He slithered closer and closer between her widespread, slender thighs, pushing them even farther apart with his driving knees as he squirmed his turgid phallic length deeper and deeper, driving it to the hilt in her vaginal wetness. Now that she was widely spread out this way, he seemed to be invading her even more deeply making her feel as if her tortured body was being delightfully sliced into two separate equal halves, forcing agonizing gasp after gasp from her panting lips.
Her back was beginning to ache from the constant pressure of his weight and his massaging hands as they clung tightly to her waist, bending her so that her youthfully firm buttocks slammed| solidly into his lower belly.
She felt totally abused and at the horrible mercy| of this vile individual, knowing there was nothing else For her to do about it. Her loins began tingling acting with ten-thousand white-hot pin pricks brushing against one another, sending uncounted trillions of tiny shivering chills racing along her bare spinal ridges, bursting throughout her luscious body from the molten nucleus of her seething vagina. Something totally weird was taking place inside her. She was once again forgetting just who was on the end of the penis pumping into her, thinking solely in terms of simply being fucked! The thrills flared through her inner womb like radiation from an atomic blast; and little by little, the monstrous fear and shameful abomination lurking in the back of her mind receded farther and farther away until they no longer existed. All she felt at this point was desire.
His groin continually buffeted her shuddering buttocks with a continuing steady and bruising force that shook her very bones with every violent and cruel thrust of his driving pelvis against her delightfully round upturned cheeks of her ass.
In this position she looked like a totally white woman to Randy Potts, and he was enjoying himself immensely. He had never had the guts to attack a white girl, and fucking this woman made him feel as if he had performed the ultimate in sexual contact, in his mind.
Patty pressed her elbows into the desk, her mouth hanging open and her eyes clamped shut, realizing there was nothing she was able to do to resist him. There was no way for her to put down the welling desire of feminine passion that was taking total control of her very insides as if she were totally possessed by some sexual demon. She tried crying out, wanting to wail and hope that someone might hear her, but all she was able to do was choke and gasp in a continually mounting seizure of thrilled desire. He squirmed and continued slamming his cock into her, bringing a muffled gasp from the depths of her coughing throat with every painful thrust of his inwardly nailing organ.
The heatedly pulsating penis seemed to be swelling and enlarging all the more inside her, feeling as if it were sinking deeper and deeper into her shuddering body until she was completely filled with the boy's massive hardness. Her heavily dangling breasts wildly swayed from side to side beneath her lovely torso as she discovered herself wriggling rhythmically on the blunted end of his throbbingly distended phallic lance, swaying in time to the way he was pounding solidly into her again and again.
The lovely teacher felt incredibly sore inside because of the punishing way the boy was thrusting into her. He had none of the gentleness or care shown by the principal when he had solidly fucked into her. Even so, she was burningly aflame with a tremendous mounting pressure. There was screaming urgency within her twitching loins that ached to be set free. At the moment she was able to think of nothing other than the agonizingly sweet build-up taking place in the depths of her screaming belly. Somehow she had never thought something like this was going to happen to her, and certainly not by such a gross being as Randolph Potts. Nevertheless, it was happening.
The buildup was growing into a massive, ever-expanding bubble which continued swelling to several times its original size.
" AAAAAYY Y Y Y AAAAAGGGGGHHHHH-UUUUUNNNNNGGGGGHHHHHAAAAAA-RRRRRGGGGGHHHHHAAAAAUUUUUU-AAAAAGGGGGHHHHHUUUUUNNNNNN-GGGGGHHHHHAAAGGGHHHHH!" she shrieked again and again as the stretched bubble of lust suddenly burst inside her.
What felt like gallons of blood poured through her loins and upper torso as torrent after torrent of pure desire charged through her body, making her scream with tears of fright mingled with thrills of ecstasy. Shuddering relief charged through her, running in streams down the interior of her trembling asscheeks.
If there was anyone, anyone else at all in the school, she was certain her scream must have been heard. But as the moments passed and there was no response to her shout, she knew no one had heard.
Little by little she began calming down, though she was still quivering all over and her belly was quaking as if she had just been beaten half to death. Still he continued stuffing the full length of his lust-swollen cock deeper and deeper into the lubriciously inundated vaginal orifice in her body with unrelenting fury, gasping with a half-open mouth as he practically hurled her subserviently kneeling body from the desk with each powerful forward thrust. Now her briefly forgotten humiliation was returning, and her vagina felt almost painful, as if he had sliced into it with a knife rather than with a cock. She gritted her teeth wondering just how much longer she would be able to stand it, and then she heard him muttering, cursing under his breath, and then gasping.
"Youah so fuckin' tight!" he gasped. "Oh yeah, so goddamn tight!" he choked out, and his muttering increased and intensified as it became a steady streaming babble of moaning, groaning agony, rising to a gasping cough, then exploding in a fiercely growling bark.
"HHHHHOOOOOOWWWWWAAAAAA-UUUUUGGGGGHHHHHAAAAARRRRRR-GGGGGHHHHH . . . AAAAAGGGGGHHHH-UUUUUNNNNNGGGGGHHHHHAAAAA-NNNNNGGGGGHHHHHUUNNGGHH!" he bellowed, totally unafraid of being heard.
Then the black youth fell forward on top of her, and for the first time in her life Patty looked at him almost as if through the eyes of a white woman, beginning to understand the ignorance in white people and why they wanted nothing to do with blacks. It was ignorance on their part, because for the most part they were afraid of the blacks, just as she was afraid of Randy Potts.
Patty knew she was not the one to try and bring about a closer understanding between black and white people, but she also knew it was time to break down her own prejudices toward the honkies.
When he rolled off her, standing up on the floor, she felt sticky trails of semen running down her thighs. She had to use a rag to wipe it from her. By the time she was dressed, Randy was gone.
CHAPTER FIVE
Patty never mentioned what happened with Randolph Potts because she was convinced he had told her the truth, and he was going away. What she did instead was forgot all about school and go home and relax in the hot tub as she had planned all along.
The following evening, Saturday evening, she went out with one of the male teachers from her school for the first time. Dell Parcell was a tall, handsome black man. He had dark skin, but that had nothing to do with the fact that he liked Patty. He would have liked her even if her own skin was as black as his. She had an enchanting personality.
As a result, he not only took her to a quality restaurant in New York, but afterward took her to a Broadway show, and then to a nightclub. It was three in the morning when he brought her home, and since it was his first date with her, he didn't even dream about trying to make time with her.
Dell never thought in terms of the money he had spent on her as an investment. He knew many men did, and would be trying to get something back for it. No, Dell realized the money he had spent on Patty had been spent because he had enjoyed spending it. He had enjoyed her company, and when the time was right, he would enjoy making time with her. But the time was definitely not right at the present. All in good time, all in good time. This fox was something special, and he intended more than just a one-night-stand with her.
Dell was six-feet-two-inches in height, and he had a face similar to that of Sidney Poitier, though most women considered him to be even better-looking. His hair was frizzy and he never tried to hide the fact, but by the same token neither did he try to grow a huge afro to boast about the fact. He had a constantly hoarse voice that sounded masculinely throaty. Everything about him radiated masculinity. He wore a conservative suit of blue tweed, and his shoulders were such they looked as if he had football shoulder pads in them.
He took Patty to her door and kissed her goodnight, very lightly, then, after she had gone inside, he left. Damn! Just being with the woman had made him horny. He was anxious to get his rocks off somehow, and beating his meat just wasn't his style.
When he left Patty's house, he got into his car and drove to an all-night bar near his own bachelor pad. There, he sat and nursed a drink for a half hour until he saw one of the girls who lived in his building walk in.
"Hey, Shelly," he called out to the tall black woman with the long legs and the large breasts.
She was alone, and turning, she smiled at him and asked him what he was doing there. The look in her deep brown eyes told him she was as much in the mood for action as he.
Twenty minutes later, they were back at the building where both of them lived. It was a swinging singles building, and though there were more black people living there than anyone else, there were one or two white men and a couple of Koreans who lived in the building.
"You look as if you need a cold shower," Shelly said to him.
"Yeah," Dell agreed.
"Want to take it in my apartment?"
"Sure thing," he nodded.
When they got to the girl's apartment, they found her roommate there, and wide awake. Her nickname was Bunny for the obvious reason, and though she had a large afro, she had bleached it gold, even though it looked somewhat ludicrous because of her coffee-colored skin. Like Shelly, she had a large breast and a big ass, and her features were even broader than Shelly's.
"Well, well, well, what's the big man from downstairs doing here?" Bunny asked, letting her charms thrust forward through the sheerness of her blue nightgown. "I'm here to take a shower," Dell said, smiling, and he began unselfconsciously stripping. He had bedded with each of these girls on more than one prior occasion, and didn't feel the least bit embarrassed about undressing in front of them.
"You brought him in," Bunny said to Shelly. "So you go ahead and wash the man down under the shower. I think a good cold shower will wake him up, but it ain't gonna cool him down none."
Shelly undressed and led Dell into the shower, and when he realized she was scrubbing him down, he enjoyed it all the more, especially enjoying the way her hand lingered around his genitalia.
"You know," Bunny called out from outside, "I think he's got one big pair of balls, comin' here to take his shower."
"He sure does," Shelly agreed, hefting his testicles.
Dell was completely relaxed in spite of his nakedness, and when they stepped out of the shower he let the two women dry him off. Though the rest of his body relaxed, his penis was swelling and enlarging. He smiled, not the least bit embarrassed.
"Hey now," Bunny smiled. "Willya look at that. Oh man! I had me a real dud for a date this evening. I'll bet you can do a lot with a tool like that."
"Hey, wait a minute," Shelly said, "I saw him, I got him, I washed him down, so he's mine."
All dry, the trio walked into the bedroom where Bunny pulled off her night gown. Dell looked at the two bodies and smiled. Both were equally dark, though Bunny had shaved her pubic hair to prevent anyone from knowing for a fact that her golden afro was a bleach job. Both had large tits, but Shelly's were slightly larger. Both women had flat bellies and large hips as well as huge asscheeks.
"You know," Bunny said, "this here man can't be too drunk or he'd never be able to raise a hard-on like that."
She was right. Where he had been bombed a little when meeting Shelly, the cold shower had reduced him to being only slightly drunk and very, very horny.
He was feeling very good now, and his confidence, always a strong point with him, showed through.
"You know," he said to the girls, "if you like the old prong I don't have a thing in the world against one or another of you taking a firm grip on it and giving it a good squeeze."
Bunny reached out and gave his organ a playful pat, then said, "We'll see, honey, we'll see. Right now it's time to smoke a little Acapulco Gold, or would you prefer Panama Red?"
Dell was almost sober enough to protest. Not that he wasn't willing to take a puff now and again, but it wasn't something of which he normally liked to make a habit. This was one of the big differences between these girls and Patty. She was clean-cut, purity itself as far as he was concerned. Not that he expected virginity from her, but she was discriminating, not looking to swing with every guy she met, and careful about the different men she dated.
He was certain she was putting out for Irving Daniels. There wasn't a good-looking female teacher in the school who wasn't. But that was a matter of self-preservation, and Dell never held something like that against a girl. What the hell! Right now he was here, with these two lovely bitches, and if they wanted to do a little smoking before fucking, he was willing to go along with it.
The two healthy female bodies at the moment were enough for him to take his mind off Patty. All he really wanted to do was get his hands on the pair of them. As they stood in the bedroom, he slipped behind Shelly and filled his hands with her full breasts, squeezing and rubbing them, but she slipped gracefully from his grasp and eased away. Then she pranced back, still totally naked, and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.
"That oughtta hold you for a little while," she said to him.
Dell was aware of his penis thickening a little more. Her kiss had been nice enough, but what really excited him was the ever-so-brief contact of Shelly's pneumatic breasts as they rubbed against his own bare chest.
Yeah man\ he thought to himself. This chick's really got one big pair of knockers on her. I'm gonna sack out with her for sure.
They walked from the bedroom to the living room, and he looked around, trying to find where the girls had put his clothes.
"Hey, big man," Shelly laughed at him. "Don't you sweat your threads at the moment. You'll get 'em when you need 'em. Right now, park your asshole on the carpeting and have a drag on this joint."
There were three roaches lit in the ashtray, and Bunny took one and handed it to him. He took two or three good tokes at it, exhaling strongly, and as the moments passed he began to feel more and more relaxed.
He noticed the two females were looking at him, admiring his build. Well, what the hell! He had worked hard to develop what he had. He had also worked hard to get where he was at in the teaching community. Sure his school was considered the bottom of the barrel, but he was getting good results there, teaching phys-ed and history, and as a result he knew it wouldn't be much longer before he was moving on to a better school.
He reached for Bunny because she was nearest, and her golden afro kept bobbing from side to side, attracting him as if it were a flame drawing a moth. The dark-skinned girl melted easily into his arms. He had visualized having to chase her around the damn apartment all night while she ran giggling in front of him. She permitted him a long, extended feel of her swollenly beautiful breasts by snuggling into his squeezing hands and reaching behind her, letting her hands slide in back of his head. He began sinking his mouth solidly against hers, but the move was spoiled for him when he noticed Shelly was staring straight at them with her own glossy eyes, making no bones about the fact that she not only intended watching the two of them for as long as it pleased her, but eventually intended joining in.
He winked at Bunny and nodded toward her roommate, saying, "Y'know, honey, I did come here with her. I think it only right I share the wealth with the two of you."
The pretty bleached blonde black woman's shocking reply to him was, "Did y'all think I was gonna hog you to myself? Like you said, teacher-man, she done brought you here, so le's get on with it and share the wealth."
Dell looked at the pert and saucy Shelly, smiling at her, and saying, "Put down that roach and come on over here and join in the fun, honey. We'll all of us have ourselves one big ball, huh?"
"For a minute I'd thought you had forgotten all about me," Shelly said to him.
"Forget you?" Dell asked. "But never, baby, You and Bunny are about the best-looking gals in the whole building, and I wouldn't be doing right by either one of you if I neglected you." He looked at her with wide, hungry eyes, and he had to admit that both females were equally exciting and attractive to him. He knew he was in for one helluva night. Night? It was morning. "Man, that prick of yours is mighty stiff," Shelly said. "Ah think ah'm gonna let you stick it into Bunny first, and get it good and wet," she told him, squatting on the carpet in front of him, twisting one foot around her other ankle, while keeping her knees spread wide apart. The position showed off her soft, black pubic curls to their best advantage, and as he stared, Dell even noticed a shiny bit of moist flesh at the center. The beautiful girl sat there, winsomely grinning at Dell, posturing so her slim young naked frame continually presented her lithe and slender legs and her hard, tipped, buddingly swollen, large breasts in a tantalizing manner.
"Well," the blonde-bleached Bunny cooed, "Shelly's right about your wanting to fuck me, isn't she? I mean, why else would you have come here with her if not to get in a little fucking?" Hell! He wasn't going to let Bunny or any other swinging bitch put him on the defensive, not by a damn long shot.
"Damn right fucking is what I have on the brain, honey," he told her. "I had expected to fuck Shelly first, but if she wanted me to poke it to you initially, then you got it, baby. Hell! The way she was feeling me up in the shower tells me I'm hotter than a stick of dynamite, and I'm all set to blow off."
Bunny smiled a strange smile at him, saying, "I'd really groove on letting you plough it to me, Dell-baby. But I don't think Shelly really made everything clear to you. When there's only one man for the two of us, we share and share alike."
"Yeah!" Shelly giggled. "We definitely shard and share alike, if you dig our meaning."
Bunny said, "You can't kid us, Dell-baby. We both know Shelly's as much a reason for your having a stiff poker as I am. Shoot! You've been looking at the two of us, letting your eyes dance back and forth, back and forth again and again, not able to settle on either body for any length of time. Tell me, did you ever make it with two chicks at the same time, before? The truth now, Dell-baby. The truth'll really make you enjoy it."
"The truth, huh!" he said in his gravelly voice "Well the truth is, no, I haven't made it with two chicks at the same time, before. What's more, I have to admit I didn't expect I'd make it with two chicks of such caliber, either."
"Caliber?" Bunny asked. J "Both of you are sporting a pair of thirty-eights," Dell laughed. "That's one helluva caliber."
"Why don't you just keep those lovin' eyes pointed in my direction," Shelly said to him. "I've managed to move a little closer to you, lover-boy, and you can see all of me really good. Maybe you think my tits are a little too big for your liking, but I get the impression you like to grab tits."
"I dig your tits, baby," he told her.
"I'm glad," she smiled.
"I figgered I was doin' the right thing pickin' you up in that there bar."
"Go on, touch her a little," Bunny urged the handsome man. "Not only does she have a lot of meat up front, but believe me, when the two of us ball a guy together, she does a lot more than when she's alone with him. Man, you oughtta see the way she goes down on a dude and gives him head. She's one of the greatest tongue-ladies around."
Now Dell was perspiring very freely. Jesus! He had been blown by both girls individually, and he was well aware of what they were capable. Now that he thought about having the two of them together, it made prickles run up and down his shuddering spine. Remembering what Shelly looked like with her mouth on his cock made him shiver with lusting excitement. The fact that Bunny was clinging tightly to him, rubbing her breasts against his arm, didn't allow the heat to abate.
"Bunny honey," the black-haired Negress said nice and loud. "You don't have to talk for me. Speak for yourself, baby. You give just as good head as I do. I ought to know, since you practice on my clit when there are no men available."
Bunny giggled out loud and said, "Yeah, baby, I guess you do, especially since I know what a groove you are when you practice using that sweet mouth of yours."
Dell knew the girls loved to score with men, but it first occurred to him that they were talking about what they did with one another. He looked from one to the other with his mouth hanging open, and then a leer crossed his face.
"You chicks tryin' to tell me ..." he began.
Bunny raised her puckered lips to his cheek and kissed him wetly, whispering softly into his ear, "Lover-boy, we already said it. We dig each other as much as you dig the two of us."
Shelly heard everything Bunny had whispered in to his ear, and when he looked at her she nodded in confirmation, determined to wipe away any doubt that was in the man's mind.
"Just like this," Bunny said, letting go of Dell and snaking her arm around her friend's waist and pulling her naked body against hers as she sat next to her. Then she reached up and pulled Dell down to the floor with the two of them. He rubbed against the swollen fanny of Shelly, feeling her reach around with her hand to caress his brow while at the same time Bunny's soft breast was rubbing against his ribs.
Jesus! Dell thought. These two are cock-teasing me. Wasn't it enough that I got homy out with Patty this evening? Do I need to be teased by these swingers, as well? he thought, his brow wet with perspiration and his organ pulsating with every throbbing beat of his heart. God! They're both dying to have my cock in their tight little snatches.
Bunny gathered her bisexual roommate and lover that much closer to her and caused her right, upstanding buttock to now rub sensuously across Dell's right cheek. She turned to the man and said, "Here, Dell-baby. Here are my tits for you to play with. We've been teasing you a little too long."
Turning his face to the left, he moved his mouth to their satin surfaces as he heard her say, "Turn around and stay on your knees, Shelly. That way you'll be at just the right height for all of us to get in on the action."
Like a hungry wolf Dell threw himself on the luscious meat of the brunette's proffered mammary. It took all his willpower not to bite down hard and start chewing. The result was an open-mouthed sucking action that drew the thick tip of her tautly swollen nipple inside. She remained there, in a kneeling position, permitting him to do as he pleased for a little while, then she urged him to remove his mouth from her breasts as her hand reached out and gripped his throbbing cock. When he moved aside he discovered his face was now in direct contact with the firm, melon-sized breasts of the other female.
The closeness of Shelly's full, smooth, ebony breast was too much for the handsome teacher to resist a moment longer. He pursed his lips and placed them on the black little bee sting that was her crinkled nipple. Above his head, he heard, "Oh yeah! Thattaway, Dell-baby! That's the way to suck. Ah always said you had the best educated mouth in the whole building. Oh man! I get blisters inside of me I'm so hot to have a dude doin' something like this to me."
He was well aware of the absolutely delightful pressure of Shelly's satin stomach pressing firmly against his shoulder, followed by her lithe length rubbing against his own flat abdomen. The feel and taste of the black girl's overdeveloped breasts was so exciting and arousing to him he totally abandoned himself to what he was doing, enjoying it all, immensely.
His new enthusiasms pleased both girls exceedingly, and Bunny now turned her body so Shelly was able to place her hotly anxious hand on Dell's pulsing cock and at the same time put her mouth solidly on Bunny's left breast. Now Dell and Bunny were seated on the floor side by side with their arms around one another, while Shelly knelt in front of them. She had her mouth on Bunny's breast and was hungrily sucking and licking the swollen mammary. In turn, her own large breast was continually being orally stimulated by Dell, whose cock she tightly gripped.
The sight of Shelly hungrily nibbling at Bunny's swollen breast while he did the same thing to Shelly was far more exciting to Dell than he had imagined.
He knew for certain that if Shelly hadn't been manually stimulating his cock, he would have been jerking on it, himself. He started switching from one nipple to the other, like a bee moving back and forth from one flower to another. He was also close enough to Bunny's large mammae to hear the erotically hungry sounds made by Shelly's mouth as she continually licked the two buds.
Dell began catching on very quickly to the multitudinous possibilities of their position. Ducking his head a little lower, he urged the two of them down on the floor in a reclining posture. Shelly still had her mouth solidly plastered to Bunny's firm breast. Dell got on his hands and knees and then pointed his hungry mouth toward Bunny's naked groin. In another moment he had achieved his intention.
Now his busy tongue was hungrily and industriously engaged in licking the bulging mound that was Bunny's pussy. The bare-cunted woman pushed herself forward to give the man all possible access, and he felt a chill shoot through him as he grunted and groaned from the delighted pleasure he was giving her.
Shelly's hand was no longer able to reach his throbbing, quaking phallus, but he was getting an oral thrill from sucking Bunny's pussy and for the moment didn't miss the hand no longer touching him. To make things even more erotic, his head was also near the dark, ebony hairs covering the pubic mound of the lovely Shelly. He was able to smell her rich feminine scent even though his face was buried in the depths of Bunny's mound.
He and Shelly now had their mouths occupied, he with Bunny's twat, and she with Bunny's breast. But Bunny's mouth wasn't doing a thing. She was the only one able to talk without interrupting the proceedings.
"Shell," she gasped, "hold off working my tits for awhile and do your thing on old Dell's cock, okay? Neither of us can give him a good jerking, and he's doing such a great job on me with his mouth I think you should let the man have some of the same."
Shelly raised her mouth from the swollen nipples belonging to Bunny and did precisely as she was ordered. In almost no time at all, Dell experienced the fantastic sensation of her eagerly sucking lips on the seething head of his throbbing organ. Hell! When it came to using her mouth, this chick was an expert, a real expert.
First he felt her wetly ribboned lips surrounding his throbbing cock, and she began sucking on it, pulling and slurping all over the head, moving it in and out of her lips with a rhythm that was driving him right up the wall. Then she began nipping the head ever so gently with her white teeth. During the entire time her mouth was working, she began rolling his balls around in the palm of her hand as if she were juggling a pair of marbles. She was driving him up the wall of delight, and she was more than a little certain he would blow his load in her mouth before long.
Jerking his hungry mouth from the seething box that was Bunny's burning cunt, he said, "Bunny, why not turn on your side, and have Shelly turn toward you so you can lap her pussy while she continues sucking me. This way all of us are happy. I'll be going down on you, and you'll be going down on her, and she'll be masticating me."
"Far out, lover-boy!" Bunny agreed, and she began twisting her body to accommodate his plan. "Spread-em wide, Shell, here comes a mouth that really knows how to feed on that hot little trough of yours. You just keep giving lover-boy the business, and I'll do the same thing for you."
Shelly was enjoying the meaty taste of Dell's long, black cock so much she didn't bother taking her mouth from it to reply.
"Mmmmmmmfffffffwwwwwwwmmmmmm!" was the only sound that came from between Dell's thighs, and the man was as certain as Bunny that Shelly was murmuring her approval of the idea.
Dell had a big cock, a really big cock. Shelly had sucked a lot of cocks in her day, but she had to admit, this was without a doubt the longest, thickest organ she had ever pushed into her mouth and jammed down her throat.
Bunny scooted on her side toward the firm black bottom of her sexy roommate and found the tops of her thighs wide open. She nuzzled her nose and mouth between the tenderly soft thighs of her girl friend and kissed the softly delectable skin with a light pursing of her lips. On the spur of the moment, at an especially delicate spot, she pouted her lips and began caressing the area with the extended tip of her tongue.
To Shelly it felt as if the whole world had suddenly been filled with the flitting winds of butterflies. Yes, the whole world, and the world was somewhere between her tenderly shuddering thighs.
Dell was unable to see exactly what Bunny was doing to Shelly from where he was lying, but he was feeling the result of it. Every time the bleached woman applied her tongue to the sensitive Shelly's inner thighs, she would shudder and gasp and suck extra-hard on Dell's shuddering member. The thrilling sensation of heated air whooshing from her lungs all over his cock never failed to send a shudder charging up his spine.
Dell had been so thoroughly engrossed in the hungry lapping of Bunny's seething pussy, he was using his two hands there, as well, but he soon discovered he was easily able to reach the fullness of her breast, and with his other hand he felt blindly across the circle their bodies formed until at last he closed his searching fingers on the swell of Shelly's breast, too.
Both females were aware of what he was doing, and now hands of all three of them were reaching across the circle in a madly wild attempt to handle one another even more ably. For Shelly, it meant putting one of her hands on Bunny's breasts and the other hand on Dell's balls. He was already approaching his climax. He knew it would only be a matter of seconds now, and he wouldn't be able to control himself. He had no idea how he was going to be able to last as long as the girls. Shelly's handling of his scrotum was only intensifying his feelings.
He patted her hand very gently, and the knowing Shelly understood what was about to happen. After a few more sucks, she pulled her mouth from the length of his throbbing organ and said to her roommate, "Bunny, our man is about to blow his load. You're doing great on my cunt, but why not stop for awhile, roll off, and let the man fuck you straightaway. I mean, hell, I know I can bring him off with my mouth, but I think you'd rather have him fire his stuff into your pussy, huh."
Bunny not only agreed it was a terrific suggestion, but leaned over and kissed each of Shelly's full breasts with her wet mouth as she moved past them, thanking her for letting her have Dell's cock in her cunt. Shelly rolled away from them at that point.
For a few moments the two of them sixty-nined, with Dell lapping Bunny's pussy while she sucked his cunt, showing almost as much expertise at it as Shelly. Shelly lay on the side and watched, wanting to join in, but knowing to do so would make Dell come too quickly, which would mean neither she nor Bunny would get to enjoy the man to the fullest.
Bunny felt the pulsations in his urethra and didn't want him to fire the load into her mouth. It was her cunt that needed a good, stiff cock.
Tearing her hungry mouth away from the shuddering organ, she let him know in no uncertain terms precisely what she wanted by rolling over on the floor, flopping on her back. The handsome man was up and on top of her in no time, covering her with his own body in a matter of seconds. He lanced his cunt-tart tongue into her mouth and intertwined it with hers for a few moments, then lowered his head a little and once again began sucking the fullness of her swollen breasts. He had to admit that even if Bunny's skin was the same shade as Shelly's, the two women sure tasted different. Both were good, damn good, but different.
Bunny felt his hairy scrotum bouncing wildly on the pouting lips of her aching cunt. She knew he was only seconds away from plunging his stiff black poker into her pulsing womanly hollow. Hell! A few seconds was too long. She was in a hurry to have the organ penetrate her, and said as much.
"Come on, Dell," she panted at him. "My cunt's all juicy with the need for your cock. Any minute now the stuff is gonna come floodin' outta me and I'll float away. Nail me right to the floor with that big black spike of yours, honey."
His throbbing organ was already poised directly over her widely gaping feminine orifice since he had already been prepared to bury it in her body.
The way she was pleading with him let him know he would be foolish to merely ease it into her. She was ready for the entire length of it, all at once, so he bore down and buried it inside her exactly as she asked.
"Ooooooommmmmmmphhhhhhhhhl" she gasped, as he stabbed the full length of it inside her.
The heatedly fleshy walls of her seething pussy swamped his pulsating cock in a slick secretion that lubricated it like baby oil. The tremendously thick shaft of the stone-solid instrument plunged in and out of her sucking channel with solidly deep, strong movements that raised her body temperature and made her dig her heels into the carpeting until it seemed as if she was going to cut right through.
Through the perspiration pouring from his forehead, the man was barely able to make out the delectable midnight shape of Shelly's trim figure. She lay down beside the two of them with her sweating pelvis on a line with their heads and slowly managed to interpose her cunt between their two faces. Actually, her pussy was facing Dell's mouth, while her asshole was directly above Bunny's face, while she kept herself balanced perfectly on her knees.
The two horizontal participants welcomed Shelly between them, and hungrily went to work on her body with their mouths. Now she, too, would receive an orgasm, just as they would. He avidly and hungrily licked the sweet girl's delicious vulva, sucking her inner lips, and meanwhile, Bunny, who was underneath, rammed her tongue up and probed with it in the center of Shelly's anus.
All the while Dell kept pumping his throbbing cock in and out of Bunny's cunt moving it more and more rapidly, feeling thrills starting to mount as his balls pulled into his groin, letting him know the time was fast approaching.
Bunny was gasping, deliriously out of her mind with delight as the cock slithered in and out of her sucking cunt. Her hands gripped Shelly's hips and her tongue probed all the more deeply into her friend's anal opening, feeling Shelly wildly squirming on the moving point of her shuddering tongue.
Dell wanted to hold back, but was unable to do so, any longer. He pushed his face deeper into Shelly's pussy, and then bellowed, "AAAAA-YYYYYAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHUUUUU-RRRRRGGGGGHHHHHAAAAANNNNN-GGGGGHHHHHAAAAARRRRRGGGGG-HHHHHAAAAAIIIIIYYYYYAAAAA-GGGGGHHHHH!"
He fired into her while still pounding the throbbing length of his solid cock deeper, ever deeper into her squirming body, making her writhe and squirm and churn. He was afraid he had ruined it for Bunny by shooting too soon, but to his relief he felt her thighs clamp themselves around his body as he continued plunging his spitting cock into her, and then, with her mouth still glued to Shelly's asshole, She gasped out, "AAAAAAAAAAA- Uuuuuuuuuuuuwwwwwwwwwww- AAAAAGGGGGHHHHHGGGGGWWWWW-UUUUUFFFFFAAAAAWWWWWGGGGG-LLLLLFFFFFRRRGGGGG!" Shelly wasn't quite there yet, and it looked as if she, who had initiated everything, was going to be the one person left out in the cold and totally frustrated by all this. Dell realized from her rapid movement against his licking tongue that she was tight there, right on the verge, but wasn't quite making it.
He rolled the lovely woman from between Bunny and himself, keeping his shrinking cock still inside Bunny's cunt, then hoisted the black moons of Shelly's ass high up as he slammed his face into the throbbing depths as Shelly fell back, her shoulders hitting the floor. Now he rubbed the broad flat part of his tongue up and down against the little pink pearl that was her clitoris. He licked and lapped and slurped, and Shelly wildly squirmed from side to side. Christ! He was doing it for the pure joy of tasting her at this point. It was no longer a question of who was going to make whom climax. She lay back with her eyes closed and her hips wrapped around his face as she chugged her hips up and down, up and down, her thighs clamping themselves tightly around the man's hungering face. He sucked and licked unceasingly, and even when his cock went totally limp and fell from Bunny's tight pussy, he continued sucking.
Shelly pressed her hands on top of his head as if trying to push his face deeper and deeper into her seething feminine trough. The tongue lapped in again and again and again, working constantly, without letup.
Bunny, watching them, pressed her fingers into ' her own cunt, and suddenly felt another minor orgasm blast through her. Christ! After what had been a dead Saturday and Saturday evening, they'd had what was probably the greatest early Sunday morning of their lives, and Bunny was willing to bet Dell would remember this particular morning for a long, long time.
"AAAAAIIIIIYYYYYAAAAAGGGGG-HHHHHUUUUURRRRRGGGGGHHHHH-AAAAANNNNNGGGGGHHHHHAAAAA-RRRRRGGGGGHHHHHAAAAAYYYYY-AAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!" Shelly shrieked, humping her cunt against Dell's face, and then she stiffened and dug her fingernails into the carpeting as Dell finished eating her delicious pussy.
Finally he came up for air and lay down on the floor and fell asleep. The girls covered him with a blanket, and went to bed.
CHAPTER SIX
Randolph Potts, true to his word, was gone. When Patty returned to school on Monday morning, she found out through the grapevine, he was permanently gone from Newark. He was also permanently out of her life, though his influence was yet to be felt. For Randolph Potts had, like almost all braggarts of his age, admitted to some of his friends that he had boffed the new light-skinned teacher.
Even then, the five boys to whom Potts had bragged might have ignored the whole thing had it not been for the pat on the fanny they saw their principal surreptitiously give the teacher. It made them a little curious about her, and so that afternoon, when she got into her Datsun B-210 and drove off, they stole a set of wheels and followed her. They followed her straight to the house of Irving Daniels.
One of them thought to bring along a camera he had filched from a local department store, after having stolen a roll of film that went with it. He climbed the trellis outside Daniels' bedroom window, and peered in.
Daniels, knowing his bedroom was on the second floor, and that there weren't any other two-story houses around there, had not only left the shade up, but had left the lights on in the room when he and Patty made love, and the boy had a field day snapping photographs. Now they had leverage to use against her.
They bribed a local photographer to develop the pictures, and then they waited until Wednesday, when School ended a half hour earlier than on other days in case there was to be some meeting in the auditorium. Luckily there was no meeting, but one of the boys, Gregg Starr, a mischievous boy who seemed most likely ready to inherit the spot left by the gone Potts, walked over to Patty and said, "Uhhh . . . Miss Brown, I was wondering if you might be willing to give me some tutoring help in English."
"I suppose I can spare a few minutes after I've cleaned up the classroom," she told him.
"Oh . . . uhhhhh . . . not here," he said to her. "Look, I'll help you clean up the classroom, but I figured I'd come to your house where it'd be nice and quiet, and where we wouldn't be bothered by some other kids who might make fun of me."
Gregg Starr had a very sincere look on his handsomely broad face. He had close-cropped hair, and his skin was almost as light as Patty's, but his negroid features were much more pronounced. He had fuller lips than she, and a broader nose.
"I live a long way from here, Gregg," she told him. "How will you get home?"
"Don't worry about it," he told her. "I know my way around New Jersey, and I can always find my way home."
So he helped her clean the classroom, and then got into her car with her, looking back once to wink at his four buddies, letting them know to filch another car and follow them. The four of them smiled at one another knowingly, and then went about the task of stealing a car.
Patty drove directly to her little home in Paramus. She was living in a middle-class neighborhood which, in ten to fifteen years would be abandoned by the white people. Nevertheless, the homes were immaculate, including the little five room house she had purchased for herself.
Gregg helped her carry her books inside, and then they went into the living room and sat on the sofa.
"Now," Patty said, "just how can I help you?"
"Well," Gregg said to her, "to begin with, you might take a look at these."
He handed her an envelope. She opened it and saw the color photographs inside. She sat there, aghast, seeing picture after picture of Irving Daniels and herself together in the raw.
"Gosh!" she gasped. "Where did you get these?"
"I took them," he told her. "On Monday. Our beloved principal doesn't have the good sense to close his shades, so he deserves these. I'm thinking of spreading them all over the school."
"But I didn't do anything to hurt you. I don't deserve this kind of treatment. Please, Gregg. Give me the photos and the negatives. They have to be destroyed, immediately."
"That's what we have to talk about," Gregg said to her. "You're gonna have to earn back each one of these thirty-six pictures and negatives, one at a time."
"What?" she gasped.
"Hey, I thought I made myself clear. Today you're gonna have the chance to earn back five pictures."
"What are you talking about?"
"I think you know what I'm talking about," he said to her. "So let's you and I get down to business. You just do everything I tell you to do, and you'll never have to worry about these pictures seeing the light of day."
Abruptly Patty felt a shuddering, apprehensive chill shooting through her and got to her feet. Before she was able to walk away from Gregg, the smirking boy walked over and pulled her lovely body solidly against his, letting her firm breasts press into his solidly masculine, youthful chest while his throbbing penis, still inside his pants, began rubbing between her quivering thighs.
Patty shuddered at the feel of it, realizing it was Randolph Potts all over again, only this time without the threat of a knife. This time he was threatening her future with photographs and a familiar sensation began coursing through her quivering body. Shimmering emanations seemed to creep from her pants-covered thighs, crawling higher over her flat stomach and filling each of her breasts.
"Gregg!" she gasped. "This is wrong and you know it. Don't do this to me. I've never done anything to hurt you and you know it. In fact, if anything, I've leaned over backwards to help you boys in class. Now you're trying to hurt me."
"Hurt you?" he laughed. "I ain't trying to hurt you, Miss Brown. Cheez! After the way old Daniels pronged you on Monday, there ain't a way in the world I can really hurt you. Let's just cut the bullshit. It's obvious I have all the cards, and it's equally obvious you're gonna do just as I tell you to do." His voice was shaking with anticipation as he said, "Get those clothes off, Miss Brown. I mean it, just strip 'em off and don't hand me a crock about right or wrong."
Patty's heart sank to her feet. She knew resistance at this point was useless. Trying to talk to him was like talking to the proverbial brick wall. Gregg Starr might not be as crude as Randy Potts, but he was no less determined. It was right there, in his eyes.
"P-please!" she whimpered.
"Off with the duds, Miss Brown, and I mean off with them right now, this moment, just peel 'em off."
Feeling more than a little unsteady, the lovely teacher slowly peeled her garments off. When she hesitated, he motioned for her to continue and remove her undergarments, as well. She shuddered, seeing he was removing his own undergarments and clothing.
Staring at the naked boy she would have laughed were it not so solemn a moment. Unlike Randy Potts, Gregg Starr was somewhat scrawny, though he was starting to grow a lot of hair on his chest. The mere idea of letting him put his hands on her body made her want to throw up, yet she decided, looking at the photos on the table, that she had to go through with this, at least until she was able to get all the photos and negatives.
"You can keep this entire batch," he told her. "There's a second batch along with the negatives."
"All right, all right, just promise not to let anyone see them."
Gregg Starr was hardly able to believe his good luck. She was agreeing. This lovely, delightful-looking, beautiful woman was agreeing to everything he wanted. She was a fantastic sight in the flesh, and he was already devouring her with both eyes. Hers was an absolutely stunning figure, and what was more, the woman was well aware of it. Even though it was her first time standing naked in front of him, it wasn't her first time naked in front of a man, and she was well aware how she was affecting him.
She stood tall, putting her arms at her sides, letting the now-naked boy drink in the sight of her. Her full, pear-shaped breasts stood well up and out, challenging him, now that he had made her go this far. She challenged him to come and caress her nipples.
The woman's skin, from the top of her forehead all the way down to the tips of her toes had that rich creamy tiny to it one sees in buttermilk. There were faint blue veins visible in her full breasts, making them appear even whiter than the rest of her "yaller" body. Gregg had to admit they were superbly shaped breasts. Full, global, with dark areolae and equally dark nipples that were already swelling under the youth's long, hard stare.
The clutch of dark curls swirling above her glistening vagina was a fantastic sight as far as Gregg was concerned. Watching her the previous day, no, two days previous with the principal, he had not been fully able to appreciate her nakedness as he was able to do, now. In a wall mirror behind her he was able to see the full roundness of her derriere curving elegantly out to a perfect fullness before sloping in again. Her thighs were solidly beautiful columns of delightfully firm loveliness, blending into swollenly graceful calves and trim, neat ankles.
Patty stood there, staring at the naked youth whose flesh was almost as light as her own, her eyes shining with fear, but behind that fear was anticipation. Sex was a narcotic to her, and she was fast becoming dependent on it. The boy was only slightly taller than she was, and somehow his features looked completely plain, not at all outstanding.
His chest was starting to grow curling black hair to match the hairs on his pubis and his head, as well as the thatches under his arms. But what held her vision was the thick length of his penis. Not that it was spectacular in length. It was unquestionably shorter than either that of the principal or Randolph Potts, but she was amazed at how much like a Caucasian penis it looked. Somehow she had imagined the boy would still have a black penis, even if the rest of him was cafe-au-lait. The tip was a pinkish-red instead of a black, and she was clearly able to see the roadmapping of blue blood vessels winding their way through the throbbing organ. No matter what the color, she didn't appreciate the idea of having that organ penetrating her body, yet what would she be able to do about it?
"I hope you aren't thinking of chickening out," he said to her, ready to rape her should she suddenly decide to change her mind.
"No," she told him, shaking her head. "I want to get those photos back, but I think we're going to have to come to some sort of agreement that will assure my getting them back and not just your word. I want them all back tonight, Gregg. You might be able to get what you want from me now, but I'm not going to be a slave to you for the rest of my life. If you don't give them back, I'll have to tell the principal, and we'll claim you faked those pictures and then tried attacking me."
"All right, all right!" Gregg nodded. "I'll see to it you get the negatives before I leave. But the time has come for a lot less talk and one helluva lot more action. Let's get this rolling by having you come over here and fondling my cock for openers, huh."
He let her lead the way into the bedroom, where she made certain all the shades were drawn before she turned on the light. It was a small bedroom, though it had a very large bed in the middle.
She sat on the bed and the youth put his naked body directly in front of her, waiting for her to make a move, but she was too frozen with fright to do anything. Gregg, like Randy Potts, had enjoyed his share of females, and like Potts had initially forced most of them to his way of thinking. He reached down and put a hand on hers, then brought her hand to his shuddering penis. At first Patty tried letting go of it and tugging her hand away, but he forced her hand to remain there by wrapping his own hand tightly around hers and pressing.
Fear of what lay ahead made the young teacher's lower lip quiver, but Gregg Starr wasn't the least little bit interested in how the teacher felt. He was concentrating on her hand, enjoying the sensation of her fingers tightly wrapped around his throbbing penis. He was used to conquering, like Randy Potts, and it never occurred to him he might have completely calmed the teacher down, winning her over to his way of thinking and making her want what he also wanted. It never occurred to him the woman, though older than he, was young and passionate and vibrant, with a burning, quivering flame inside her. The flame was very low at the moment, but with a little patience he would have been able to turn it into an uncontrollable blaze.
"That's the way," Gregg told her. "You just keep tugging on the old peter with your hand. Feel it all around, get used to it, massage it."
He finally removed his hand from around hers, letting the woman take her hand off his pulsating prick. She let go of it as if it were white-hot. But instead of yanking her hand back, she held her hand directly above the throbbing organ, making no move to back away. So he waited as, little by little, she began gaining control over herself. Finally, of her own free will and accord, she reached out to touch the heated cock. Eventually she let her hand lower itself until the palm rested on top of it. Slowly, her fingers wrapped themselves around it, and then her hand began caressing the throbbing organ. Finally she clenched her fist very tightly around the pulsating penis, feeling a tremendous amount of heat emanating from the organ.
"It's hot," was all she was able to say.
"Hotter than old Daniel's cock?"
"Yes," she admitted.
"Hotter than Randy Pott's cock?"
"I should have known Randy figured in this in some way."
"I'll just bet that sweet little juicy cunt of yours is hot, too," he told her.
This was like the penis of a boy rather than that of a man. The penis of Irving Daniels, aside from being thicker, was also more mottled. The skin had more dents and ridges, and she was almost able to feel the cable swells of his veins. The penis of Randy Potts had never been held in her hand for any length of time, and as a result she hadn't thought too much of it, though it had certainly felt more manly than this particular organ. This one was so smooth all along the top, yet, it still expanded and contracted in her hand. The bright pink tip on the end was puffing up more and more each time, and it was releasing heavy, oily drops of dew.
Her hand continued to lightly caress the throbbing organ, moving to the glans, feeling how much smoother his was than that of the principal's.
When a drop of seething fluid touched her fingers, she pulled them back as if they had been caressed by a living flame.
This was ridiculous. She had touched other penises. She was acting like some kind of little girl. After a moment, she put her hand out and touched the oily fluid again, noting how slick, how oily, how gooey it felt. She parted her fingers and noticed how the fluid turned to sticky strings between them.
Her massaging hand rubbed the oil back into the flesh of his lividly throbbing penis, but she noted the more she rubbed, the more leaked out as she continued massaging the organ. It soon began dripping out so heavily, she had to cup her other hand beneath it to keep it from dripping on her carpet. In almost no time she had a pool in her hand.
"What's bothering you?" Gregg asked, noting the way she was looking around.
"I'm looking for somewhere to get rid of this," she admitted, showing him the viscous puddle in her palm.
"Drink it!" he snapped, shrugging.
"What?" she gasped.
"You heard me! Hey, stop bein' such a snot-nosed uppity bitch of a teacher. Go on, lick ii with the tip of your tongue. You'll like it."
"But that's insane. No one does things like that."
"You ain't been makin' the scene too long with old Daniels or you would know better," the boy said to her. "People do it alla time. Tasting and drinking that oil is a part of fuckin' and suckin'. Hell! It's a body oil that seeps outta my cock to make it just that much easier to slide into your cunt. Hell! Your cunt leaks the exact same fluid. It don't have no taste, and as you can see there's no smell or color to it. So g'on, already. Just stick your tongue out and taste it."
Quivering, frightened by the nonchalance of the youth, yet knowing she didn't have much choice, she lifted the rapidly evaporating fluid to her face. She brought it close to her nose and sniffed at the oily substance in her palm. The boy was right about it not having an odor. Taking a deep breath, she allowed her tongue to peep out of her mouth and its tip just barely touched the pool in her hand. Her tongue remained hanging outside her mouth for a moment. She was afraid to bring it back inside. Finally, unable to leave it outside any longer, she let the tongue move into her mouth and discovered there was nothing unpleasant.
"You're right," she admitted aloud. "It's kind of oily on my tongue, but it really doesn't have any kind of taste." Without another word she lapped at the oil in her palm until it was gone.
"You see," Gregg Starr said, smiling, patting her gently on her naked shoulder. "You've taken a first big step. From here on in, the rest oughtta be easy."
"The rest?"
"Sure. It's obvious that you've never sucked a cock before. You're gonna start today ... on mine."
"You must be out of your mind."
"It's all a part of it, Miss Brown. Sex is oral as well as genital. Open that mouth of yours real wide and start gobblin' my cock all the way inside. I wanna feel the sweet slickness of your tongue rub-bin' all along the underside of my prick. What's more, I wanna feel the tightness of those sweet, full lips of yours sliding back and forth over the solid length of my cock. Last, but certainly not least, when I finally blast my rocks off, I wanna fire the entire load down that lovely throat of yours. You get to swallow the whole thing, and what's more, you'll probably love it."
The woman looked sick, as if ready to regurgitate. Her body began trembling violently as she said, "I don't do things, like that, Gregg. You've blackmailed me into coming this far. Now if you want to penetrate my vagina with that . . . thing of yours, come on ahead and do it and get it over with. Otherwise, do whatever the hell you want to do with those pictures."
"Stop acting like some sorta martyr," Gregg snapped. "You don't want those pictures shown and you know it. You know, it's not as if women only do it to men. Hell! I remember seeing old Daniels with his fat face pushed into your pussy, and you didn't object to that as I recall. You know damn well sex is a lot more than the shoving of a cock into a cunt. It's more than the pumping of a prick into a pussy until the prick shoots a load inside the nookie. Sex is supposed to be fun at all times, not work. It's fun for both, the guy and the girl. But you gotta learn to get rid of all those dumb hangups, honey. You already know how good it feels to have a tongue washing across your clit. Now it's time for you to find out how much fun you Can have with the head of a cock jammed into your throat."
"I just don't know," she said, perspiring heavily. "I mean, maybe, if you did to me what Mr. Daniels did, I might get up the nerve ..."
He gripped her pretty black hair very tightly in his fist and he snapped, "You've had that pussy gobbled a lotta times, already. I'll bet old Daniels sucks that cunt of yours every time before the two of you fuck, and don't try tellin' me it hasn't been goin' on a long time, now."
"But it just started last week ..."
"Bullshit! Daniels likes to grab his cunt as early as possible. I can't see him lettin' something prime like you get away for such a long time, even if he had all those other new pussies to work on, first. Don't crap me, Miss Brown. Get that hot and lovely mouth of yours to work suckin' my cock."
Patty was frightened. Here was this high-school brat giving her orders when not even Irving Daniels would dare to try and make her do something like this. Gregg was an overbearing youth, and he was frightening her more than a little, filling her with all kinds of trepidation. It had never occurred to her any man would want to make love by putting his penis into her mouth. The idea of his tongue burying itself in her vagina was more than a little pleasing. Mr. Daniels had done it the two times she had made love with him, and he had done a wonderful job of it. But the idea of putting something as thick as a penis in her mouth didn't appeal to her. Granted this boy's wasn't as thick as that of Daniels, but it still looked thick enough to strangle her.
Gregg was a youth who had already made up his mind. He was going to have his way no matter what. Determinedly, the tan-skinned youth gripped her hair all the more tightly, and demanded, "You get that mouth of yours wide open and take my cock inside and start sucking on it like it's candy."
She looked at the length of his pointing penis again. Her entire body quivered. There seemed no way around this, no way to get out of it. But each time she leaned close to it she trembled and pulled away all over again. Finally his hand began twisting in her hair as he forced her head forward, saying, "Come on, come on, already. You've been stalling long enough. Start sucking and I'll blast a wad of sperm down that lovely throat of yours soon enough. Believe me, you'll love it. All the other girls who've sucked this cock have come back for more."
"Never!" she gasped, tears already starting to stream from her pretty round eyes, realizing she no longer felt like a mature woman but rather like some helplessly whipped child. Her cheeks were washed with the salty streams pouring from her eyes as she begged, "Gregg . . . don't . . . don't make me do it!"
He yanked on her bun of black hair all the more tightly, tugging her from her sitting position on the edge of the bed, making her fall on her knees in front of him. It was the first time she had ever been forced into such a degrading position, and she was feeling positively humiliated. Her verbal suffering was louder now. She was weeping with her mouth clamped tightly shut, but she knew it was impossible for her to continue this way. Eventually her mouth was going to open, and the boy knew it.
He tugged her face closer to his hard penis. The lovely teacher tried hard to turn her head to avoid the onrushing flesh arrow as it streaked toward her tightly clamped-together lips. It slapped against the side of her face, and the heat of it began stinging her cheek as the musky scent of it reached into her quivering nostrils. Maybe the colorless fluid seeping out of him was odorless, but his length of penis had a distinct odor to it.
It was no use. Struggling this way would only cause her more physical pain. She realized she was Fighting a lost cause, and so she had to stop struggling. Some of his oily lubrication was smearing itself along her cheek, but it no longer irritated her. Aware of how the oil tasted, she knew it wouldn't make her skin smell bad.
Her resistance was caused by her terrified fear more than anything else. The idea of a masculine sex organ in the depths of her mouth-of all places-seemed to be so totally disgusting and abhorrent to her, but then she realized he was being this insistent because it was obvious he had done this with other females. Granted they were probably girls rather than women, but they had sucked this penis poking at her face, and if they had survived it, how bad was it?
There was a heated closeness now with her lips bearing down on the swollen penis. Each time it brushed past her mouth against her cheek she realized she found the musky aroma coming from his pelvis strangely stimulating rather than repelling. The stimulation was beginning to chase away the terror she had initially felt. Its being there, its closeness, its swollenness was no longer terrifying to the young teacher. In fact, the penis this close to her face was almost comforting. She realized a warm calm was starting to spread through her.
Reaching up, she slowly surrounded his pulsing penis with her right hand, using her left hand to disentangle his hands from her black hair. Slowly, purposefully, she turned her head while opening her lovely full lips, widening her mouth to finally welcome the swollenly thick penis. He waited until her mouth was completely open before slowly inserting his burning cock length into it. The slowness was not out of consideration for the lovely teacher. Rather the youth wanted to have the full visual effect, observing the way her lips were already naturally sucking, and he wanted to enjoy the feel of her mouth as it worked on his penis. Her tongue was already warmly trickling along the underside of his penis.
Once the throbbing and flaming poker of flesh was lodged in the tightness of her mouth, Patty slowly closed the fullness of her lips, pursing them tightly around the rigid, tan manmeat. She sucked without thinking, tasting his meatiness, enjoying it without realizing it, then realizing it.
The taste of him on her tongue thrilled her. Yes, she liked it, liked it very much, and because she suddenly realized she liked it so much she understood she, herself, would appreciate it that much more were she able to bring him total and complete pleasure. Yes, she would suck and suck and suck until he finally spilled his hot seed in her mouth. She was curious to taste that seed. She had smelled it the three times it had been spilled into her vagina, and her nostrils had quivered with arousal. Now she wanted it spurting over her tongue, lining her mouth, and dripping into her hungry throat.
The instant her pressing lips closed on the thickness of his pulsating prick, swallowing the full, pinkish-red glans as well as more than half the meaty shank, his eyes closed and his head snapped back. He thrust his hips solidly forward, suddenly sending more of the unbending phallic lance into the depths of her sucking mouth.
Patty sucked naturally even though she was still not used to it. Strangely guttural noises began coming from her larynx, mixed with sounds of choking.
"That's the way," Gregg hastily assured her. "You're le'arning, you're learning! You have natural aptitude for it, honey. You're going to be one helluva fabulous cocksuckerl Keep that slick tongue working against the bottom of my cock . . . great . . . great . . . now just start sucking like crazy."
She began sucking hard. Her pursed, full lips started pulling on the solid muscular truncheon if she actually expected to extract some nourishment from it. Her hungry mouth moved forward and back, her working tongue licking lustily against the throbbing meat, massaging its underside, working back and forth on the flaming organ. She gripped his hips to hold him that much more steadily in place as her face slid back and forth, picking up speed, moving faster, ever faster.
Each time her lovely head moved forward she sucked in a little bit more of his throbbing penis, feeling the head slide further along her tongue toward the back of her throat. Her cheeks hollowed as she rammed her face all the way forward, trying to feel the head of his throbbing cock in the depths of her questing throat, feeling a masochistic urge to strangle on it. Her throat muscles automatically loosened as she pushed it deeper and deeper, and so instead of strangling, she felt it massaging the hidden nerve-endings within, building a whole new set of strange and different thrills inside her. She realized it was possible for her to climax with the penis buried in her throat, without her own genitals being massaged in any way.
With the throbbing cock buried to its deepest in her throat, she managed to probe with her tongue nd wash his testicles, lapping them again and again. In fact, she pushed her face all the way forward now and was actually able to take some of the scrotum into her mouth, as well. Then her head pulled back as her tongue licked solidly around the sides and top of the throbbing organ, feeling the way it pulsed in her mouth. With her mouth all the way back, she was able to press her tongue against the point of the spongy glans. Then her tongue surrounded the head of the swollen cock, teasing it and making him gasp and sigh. The noises he made let the teacher know she was really reaching the youth, and she felt innately proud of herself, knowing she was capable of such lapping although this was her first time doing this. She continued lapping the coronal ridge of his mushroom-shaped cock-dome, and then she used her lips to surround it and suck heartily.
"'Mother-fucker" the boy muttered. "Not only are you one helluva teacher in school, but you're one fast learner out of school. I'll bet there isn't a cocksucker in the entire school who can eat a cock his well. Go to it, teach."
The way he encouraged her made her suck exuberantly, her mouth making all kinds of slurping noises. She was pleased she was able to excite him so thoroughly. Her dread of cocksucking had totally disappeared, and her head was nodding more and more speedily in time to the rhythm set by her licking tongue. She let her oral digit spin around his throbbing maypole, moving wildly, pressing in strongly against the bottom of his burning cock, causing her teeth to touch very lightly against the oversensitive pink knob.
In a very short time she had gone from a naive and unknowing woman to a well-trained prick masticator. Now her hot lips wandered back an forth along the complete length of the solidly riding penis as it plunged into her gullet repeatedly. Each time it delved into her throat it rubbed against the nerve-endings within, and as a result she was feeling more and more aroused.
Her oral orifice was a sucking, leeching vacuum, slurping noisily as it not only pulled on the full length of his throbbing penis, but engulfed almost his entire heavy scrotum, as well. He felt tiny electric thrills shocking their way through him as the heavy syrup that was his sperm built higher and higher in his balls, seemingly ready to boil up and out, as if obeying the bugle call from her lips.
Like a wild, uncontrolled man, Gregg Starr clung to the lovely teacher's hair, not so much to urge her on as simply to keep himself from falling over. He was slamming his thighs against her face, violently rubbing his cock against her palate and tongue. His glistening slick black prick thrust back and forth while her fingers still tightly gripped his pumping hips.
His young mouth was gaping wide open, and he looked as if he expected to shortly yell out loud, but no sound was coming out of him. The speed with which his powerful thrusting loins were moving let his friends, who had sneaked into the house and were peering through the open doorway, know Gregg had just about reached blastoff. The heavy lava boiled up inside his plunging phallic shank, rubbing toward the tiny eye in its dome. He tensed, his entire body becoming rigidly stiff as his throbbing cock let out a loud, long yell.
He began babbling wildly as his pulsing cock swelled, enlarged, and wildy throbbed, unleashing heavy gouts of white penile fluid into her eager and expectant mouth.
The pressure of his cock pushing into her throat, addedto the spewing of his semen was all the lovely woman needed to go over the top. Suddenly a maddening climax was surging through her own loins.
"GGGGGHHHHHUUUUUCCCCCHHHHH-AAAAAWWWWWGGGGGLLLLLAAAAA-CCCCHHHHH . . . HHHHHAAAAAWWW- CCCCCHHHHHRRRRRGGGGGWWWWWUUUUUMMMMMPHHHHHHHHHHH!" she garbled out as she sucked, drained, and slurped every last bit of the tasty fluid from him, swallowing all of it down her sucking gullet. Her mouth continually sucked again and again, pulling as much of the masculine head from the throbbing prick as he was able to give her. All of it was so nice and hot, falling into her belly as her tongue continually swathed itself across his heavy penis again and again, cleaning the tiny plunger of everything.
Little by little she felt the pulsing organ shrink in her mouth, and she was proud that she had let nothing spill out. Soon there was only an inch of penis left. Finally the teacher released the organ, and said, "Well, are you content? I mean, I've done what you've wanted me to do, so I think it only fair you hand over all pictures and negatives, as well."
"Sure, sure, don't worry, Miss Brown," he said to her. "You know, I told you you'd have an opportunity of a lifetime tonight, and I meant it. A lady like you wasn't meant for the pleasure of only one guy. I'll bet you'd probably be able to handle two, three, or even four more guys, all at once."
"Just what are you talking about?" Patty asked, her heart starting to skip beats again.
"I'm going to make a real, full-fledged expert out of you, Miss Brown. By the time I'm finished you might even thank me. And when it's all over tonight, I'll give you back the photos and the negatives if you really do a helluva good job."
"What's this all about?" she asked.
"I'm bringing in four more guys like me, and all of 'em will be glad to teach you a little more about sex, Miss Brown. Believe me, you'll really love it. Hell! I can say without fear of contradiction, you'll get more than one bang out of all this."
Genuine terror filled her as she looked at the doorway and saw the four other black boys walk into the room. Because it was such a small bedroom, and the bed was so large, the six of them crammed in there made it appear as if the room were overcrowded.
"I'm going to wash up in the bathroom," Gregg told her. "In the meantime, I'm sure you recognize some of your pupils."
He walked out, and Patty began screaming, "Get out of here, all of you. How dare you walk into my house uninvited! Get out, right now!"
"Not a chance," the tallest of the four boys said, already peeling off his clothing.
She stared at his naked body, looking at his stiffening penis, as black as the ace of spades, and she saw he was hung that much larger than the boy she had just fucked.
"Get out of here," her quavering voice insisted.
"Hey, teach, this here can be hard or easy, it depends on you. You do as we say, and not only d'you get them there pictures back, but we don't say nuthin' to no one no more. It'll all be a lotta fond memories for all of us, includin' you."
They advanced toward her, and now she saw the other three were also undressed. Though none of them had a penis as large as Irving Daniels, not one of them had anything of which to be ashamed.
"D-don't hurt me!" she gasped, begging and feeling ashamed of herself for the very first time. She was beginning to understand that no matte how sophisticated and intelligent a woman was, no matter how hard she tried helping them with their school-work, when it came to the basic animal drive, all they were interested in was her body.
The tall boy, Emery was his name, eased he back until she was lying on the bed, and he was standing over her, gazing at her ripely round body. His black staff stood out above her chest.
"Touch my cock" he ordered, and the frightened teacher was too afraid not to obey. She raised her hand and tightly gripped the youth's thickly swollen erection. Her slender loins were shovingly pushed apart, letting all four boys there see the lips of her oil-soaked vagina, even if it was no longer anxious to be plumbed.
Emery gasped as he quivered at the touch of her fist, now squeezing his throbbing cock very hard and he moved that much closer to her. Lying down, he allowed himself to cover her, keeping her thighs separated with his knees as he guided his long cock into her seething cunt.
Once he was aware of the nose of his glans pressing against the wetness of her vaginal crack, he pushed hard, and she stifled a gasp. He was thicker than she had originally believed, and though he wasn't hurting her, he was building intense feelings in the seething depths of her shuddering body. Hell! It was really beginning to stretch her as it continually powered its way into her. The heavy cock was making deeper and deeper inroads, and thrill after thrill built inside her, masking the shame she felt at allowing such boys to use her body so indiscriminately. The penis sank all the way into her, and since it wasn't quite as long as that of the principal, it wasn't touching the rear of her vagina as it rubbed its base against her outer labia.
Through all the lusting feelings charging through her, Patty felt the shame starting to mount. She was being used by high-school kids as if she were a two-dollar whore, only they weren't even bothering to pay the two dollars.
"All of it!" one of the other boys was yelling. "Fuck that cock back and forth, feed all of it into her every time, Emery. This time we're doin' the teachin' and she's doin' the learnin'.
The youth above her began driving his cock in and out of her as if it were some kind of steam drill. The well-oiled plunging penis sank into her again and again, moving like a greased piston. Each time he drove forward, he went all the way in. Patty was wishing he was a little longer to reach the deepest part of her interior.
She was gasping with lust as the powerful penis continued slamming in and out of her, marinating in her womanly juices, filling her tight cunt again and again. It was surrounded by the sucking liquid warmth of total and complete physical inundation.
Minutes passed, and once again her shame retreated deeper inside her while her lusting desire intensified as the ebony Emery continued wildy punching his hard cock into the depths of her flaming feminine tunnel. The hate faded very quickly now. It had inflamed her for awhile to think she was being abused by these boys. It became very clear to Emery as he continued fucking her that the teacher was enjoying what he was doing to her. Her eyes were shining with a flittering satisfaction, and he felt her inwardly spasming a number of times as a multitude of continual orgasms went popping off inside her like a string of firecrackers.
Patty hurled her crotch solidly against the body of the youth, longing for even more fulfillment, knowing that even though she had climaxed countless times already, she wanted to reach another big orgasm before the boy came. She was longing for more of the overpowering fulfillment to which she was rapidly becoming addicted. She wanted and needed total satiety more than all of these wicked boys put together. She bucked like an unbroken wild mare as pleasure continued rampantly charging through her quivering body.
The pounding prick sank deeper and deeper into her squeezing body, feeling more and more like a monstrous flagpole as it reached over farther into the middle of her hungering pussy. He sank himself into her again and again, thrilling to the sensation of the tight grip her broiling internal self maintained on his cock as it continued ramming itself into her again and again.
She moaned and sighed, paeans of pleasure and delight continually intermingling with one another as a total passion began completely overwhelming her. She knew she ought to despise herself for reacting to these boys, but she was unable to control the reactions of her moving body. The powerful cock continued slamming between her sucking labia, rubbing the sensitive pink outer and inner lips as it pushed between her inner walls, thrusting so deeply into her she thought that in spite of the fact that he wasn't long enough, he was still trying to touch her navel from the inside.
The boy slammed his thick lips against those of her own mouth, forcing her oral cave to open wide so his tongue would be able to slash against hers. His hands reached beneath her and began tightly squeezing her full and rounded asscheeks, pulling them apart and digging into her narrow crack from both sides. His heavy chest was pressing her global orbs until they were almost flat.
Patty felt the orgasmic sensation building higher and higher inside her, and then she was finding it difficult to breathe. She pulled her mouth from his, gasping for air and screamed, "AAAAAYYYYY-AAAAANNNNNGGGGGHHHHHUUUUU-RRRRRGGGGGHHHHHAAAAAGGGGHHH . . . HHHHHAAAAAUUUUUGGGGGHHH-AAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!"
The boy's movements were long, slow, and maddening as he tightened his loins, his straining cock deliberately ramming slowly in and out. It eased back its full length, then spiraled forward into her again.
He was feeling it now as well as she. The youth felt a tingling in his loins, and he pulled back once more, powering his ponderous cock into her seething depths.
The lovely teacher was gasping and choking, filled with the overpowering lust of her own orgasm, her body a heatedly writhing thing beneath the strength of his body. One wild sensation followed another as her body began building on top of the initial huge orgasm toward yet a second climax. She remained stiff and unmoving for a moment, then hurled her grasping pussy against his pelvis, trying to suture her body to his. She was gagging with lust, stiffening again and again as she peaked repeatedly. Her squeezing cuntlips surrounded his heavy penis. Then he was bellowing, screaming "AAAAAYYYYYAAAA-RRRRRGGGGGHHHHHUUUUUNNNNN-GGGGGHHHHHAAAAAGGGGGHHHH . . . HHHHHAAAAAUUUUUGGGGGHHHHH-AAAAANNNNNGGGGGHHHHHAAAAA-RRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!"
Heavy splashes of hot white semen began invading her body, filling her vagina until the flood began oozing out of her, pouring from her leaking depths, bubbling out repeatedly. He kept pumping into her until he was completely out of strength, and then he slid from her body.
Patty hoped to be able to relax for a moment, but a big, ugly boy by the name of Raymond, perhaps the dumbest boy in her class, jumped on and took Emery's place, jabbing his rigid cock into her taut cunt. It rode in very smoothly because of the semen flooding her hole.
At the same time one of the other boys, one whose name she never would remember, straddled her breasts, jammed a pillow under her head, and pushed his cock into her mouth. He had a longer cock than Gregg Starr, and it all but choked her to death going down her throat.
Then the real nightmare began.
An hour later all the boys were out of her house. She lay on her bed in puddles of semen, unable to move, exhausted, worn out, surrounded by thirty-six different poses of herself and the principal, and a second set still lay on the coffee table in the living room with the negatives.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Patty ought to have felt shame, but she didn't. She ought to have been afraid to look straight in the eyes of the five boys who had attacked her, but she wasn't. She was as stern as ever as a teacher, but as good as ever.
Inwardly, changes continued rapidly taking place in Patty. It had come to the point where she was well aware of how much cock she needed. She supposed there was a limit. Five cocks had just about sapped her the previous night, but she had a feeling it would take at least six to do the job next time. Still, one was all that was needed to kill the overpowering craving inside her. But that one wasn't forthcoming so quickly. To begin with, the boys who had attacked her were so convinced she was angry at them, they were the ones afraid to look her directly in the eye.
It wasn't until Friday evening, when she had another date with Dell Parcell, that things began looking up for her, physically. They had a good time dining and dancing, and this time when he brought her home, she invited him inside.
"Well, well, well," Dell smiled, looking around the place. "You have a nice home here. I like it very much."
"Thank you," she said to him. "I appreciate the fact that you like it. It shows very good taste."
"I'd like to think I have good taste in other things," he said to her. "For instance, you. "
"You like me?" she asked, teasingly as they sat in the living room on the sofa.
"Very much."
"How much is very much!" she wanted to know.
"To tell you the truth, I'm so hot for you, I'd like to strip your clothes off right now and make mad passionate love to you."
"Have you ever considered simply asking?"
"Huh?"
"Have you ever considered asking me to let you make love to me?"
"I'll confess I've thought about it, but to be honest with you, I never once thought you would let me ... " Smiling, Patty got to her feet, and very brazenly took off the dress she was wearing, saying, "I'm supposed to say, let me slip into something more comfortable, but that would be a waste of time and energy. Rather than slip into something more comfortable, I would prefer to have something comfortable slip into me."
"Such as?" he asked, staring as she removed her half slip, her pantyhose, and then revealed herself to him in the altogether by removing what was left of her undies.
"Such as, you."
Nakedly she walked over to a velvet-padded chair and sat in it, extending her legs, letting him see their shapeliness.
"Oh honey," he said, getting to his feet, "I think you and I are about due for a talk."
Lust filled his anxious eyes as he stared at her. He knew he was going to fuck her, and he had to admit she had one helluva body.
"Talk?" she asked. "Is that all you're interested in? If all you want to do is talk, let's forget the whole thing. I mean, to be very honest with you I had other things on my mind."
It was obvious from her flushed face that she was becoming more and more aroused just looking at him. He had already removed his suit jacket, leaving it on the sofa. Now he took off his tie and put it on the sofa, as well. Her nipples were already starting to peak, and he hadn't even touched them.
"Well," he smiled, walking over and running his fingers over her bare arm. "To tell you the truth I wanted to do more than just talk." He grabbed her arm and yanked her out of the chair, saying, "Talk can lead to so many other interesting things, can't it. I promise you, before this evening has ended, we'll do a helluva lot more things than talk. You won't be disappointed, honey, you'll see."
"Ohhhhhh ... I think I'm going to like this," she giggled.
"You bet. I didn't want to come out and say it too frankly, but I think honesty is the best policy, don't you agree?"
"Certainly," she nodded.
"Good! Then it won't disturb you if I tell you I'm in the mood to fuck the lovely ass off you, Patty. I'd rather fuck one of you all night, than two delightfully sexy chicks in my building who're probably sitting on a stove, keeping their pussies warm for me. There's something about you that had me hot and bothered right from the first time I saw you. You're special, Patty, really special, and I'm going to fuck you every which way I can. Before this particular evening is over, I'm going to sample almost all your charms, and give you my big lollipop."
"Sounds like lots of fun," she mused.
"What's more, I think I'm going to stay here all night to see just how much of you I can take before wearing out."
"Well, I'm glad you didn't say you intended wearing me out."
"I'm no dummy," he told her. "Wearing you out would be an impossibility for six like me."
"I don't know about that. Six like you might do the trick."
Dell was certain she was teasing him, unaware she was being very frank and open with him. He was getting a vibrant charge just looking at her delightful nakedness, and he was going to fuck her until his cock was unable to stand up any longer.
"Think you're about ready to begin?" he asked.
"Do you really have to ask?" she wanted to know.
"Honey, I'm going to fuck you until my cock falls off. I just hope you don't suddenly change your mind and go goody-goody on me, because I promise you right now, no matter what you do or say, you're going to be fed every last inch of the old black poker."
"I'm interested in seeing the length and breadth of this poker about which you keep talking," she-said to him.
"Right now it's full of starch, and I want you to get the stiffness out, honey."
"Well since I'm apparently the cause for its stiffening, I'm afraid I'll have to be the one to remove the stiffness. But you have to understand that I'm really a good girl who's being forced to do this," she teased.
"I only have your word for the fact that you're a good girl," he said to her.
"You'll find out just how good I am in a little while," she smiled.
"Well now, to begin with, why don't you stand over there and let me take a good look at that lovely body of yours. I mean, I'll be very honest with you, you have a body really worth looking at. I admire it very much. In spite of the fact that you have a lovely hole between your thighs like all women, I have to admit I like looking at the casing."
He stood back as she walked to the bedroom doorway and turned on the bedroom light. She stood there, naked in the doorway, turning from side to side, letting him see all of her, allowing him to note that her flesh was firm from top to bottom, with nothing loosely jiggling. Lord! She was even better looking than the two chocolate ladies in his building with whom he had been making time. Her beautiful breasts were so firm, so upstanding, so delightfully solid. Just looking at her made him feel as if he were looking at a female body for the first time in his life.
He walked over to her, standing near her, admiring the full roundness of her two mammaries, as well as the darkly puckered nipples. He felt his erection growing in his pants by leaps and bounds. She had nice, sweetly rounded shoulders, and her neck was as smooth as a bar of butter. She undid her black hair and let it fall long and loose, and it made her look as if she were a teenager in school instead of a teacher. She was so young, so beautiful, and she had a lithe compactness in spite of the size of her breasts that made him more hungry than ever. As far as he was concerned, she was the ultimate woman, made for fucking.
Her skin tones were a slightly tanned marble laced with the blue of her blood vessels, and her breasts seemed to be tipped with chocolate icing. Her midriff was firm and precisely the same color as her breasts, leading down to a belly as flat as a solid metal plate. It's surface was made even lovelier by the delightfully winking hollow of her lovely, dimpled navel. Below the wonderfully flat and delightful belly was the sparsely black powder-puff of her venereal hair.
The lovely teacher stood tall before him, in no way attempting to cover herself up. She was a regal queen even when dominated by this handsome male, and yes, she was allowing herself to be dominated by him, knowing his domination of her was the quickest way for her to get what she wanted.
"Get that 'yaller' ass over here and undress me," Dell said, smiling at her. "You be quick about it, baby. I'm tellin' you, I want you to do it nice and smooth, makin' me feel good the entire time. We're supposed to have a good time, you and me, and the best way for that to happen is for the both of us to have fun. So come on, sweetlips."
"Oh my!" she laughed, mockingly. "The big black man is actually threatening me . . . well, almost, anyway. Is this the way you treat all your women?"
"I'm not threatening you, sweetlips. As for how I treat my other women, I don't ask how you treat other men 'cause it's none of my business. So don't you ask how I treat other women, dig?"
"Yes, lord and master," she nodded, teasingly. "However, it should be noted that since I can't ask questions, I'm doing this under protest."
"Protest your beautiful 'yaller' ass off, but come ahead and do it anyway."
"Mmmmmmm! Under one condition."
"Oh?" Dell asked. "Just what might that condition be?"
Tomorrow morning, before you leave this house, no matter how weak you feel you are, you have to make love to me again."
"That's a condition I can live with," he smiled. "But tell me, what if you wear the old pecker down to a limp state and it won't rise to the occasion?"
"Why then, I leave it to your imagination, kind sir. However, one way or another, before you walk out of my bedroom tomorrow morning, you have to make this yaller girl a happy yaller girl. Do we have an agreement"
"We sure do. You're my kind of woman, Patty. All kidding aside, you're someone special, really special."
"I hope so," she said to him. "I'm starting to like you too, Dell. Nothing really serious, yet, but you are special."
"I'm glad. Hey, since I'm already agreeing to grant you the favor you asked for, I'm taking it for granted this means I can get anything and everything I want from you."
"Anything and everything," she nodded. "Tell me, just what is it that you want at the present time?"
"Don't rush me, baby," he said, smiling. "I want to really enjoy myself. I'll take what I want when I want it, and you'll just do everything I say. Dig?"
"I dig," Patty nodded. "I think this is going to be one of my more interesting evenings."
"I hope to make it the most interesting evening of your entire life," he told her, totally unaware her mind was already drifting back to when she was being manhandled by two boys at the same time and enjoying it. You know, you're a woman to be wary of."
"Why should you be wary of me?" Patty asked. "You know I would never do anything to hurt you, Dell. It's not in me to harm anyone," she insisted, kneeling and unlacing his shoes. "Am I asking too much for you to see that I get a good, solid bit of lovemaking in the morning following a good, solid bit of lovemaking at night? I thought you had a lot of stamina in you. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm under the impression you can just about control any woman alive with your magic wand."
"Precisely as I intend controlling you," the handsome black man insisted.
"From what I've heard amongst the other female teachers you have quite a reputation," she said to him. "You've supposedly slept with quite a few of them, and from what I understand many of them are gloriously thrilled with your abilities. I'm merely as to whether or not you're able to live up to your reputation."
"Honey," he assured her. "You just relax and be certain you're going to get every last little bit of fucking you deserve. Lordy am I going to love you."
From what I hear among the students, you're an advocate of some of the lesser drugs. Do you use them to enhance your abilities?"
Honey, you don't understand," he told her as she took off his socks. "As long as something doesn't make a kid a drag on society or impair his mental faculties, I see no reason why he can't use them. As for myself, well I don't need drugs, sweetheart. I confess to having tried a little pot now and again, but really I don't need it to stimulate my body. I keep going on natural stamina, and you're about to find it all out for yourself. Don't worry about my having something left over for tomorrow. No matter how much lovemaking we indulge in tonight, tomorrow we'll enjoy a really good go-round. But so far, all we've done is talk about it, and I think it's time you and I got down to the action, sweetheart."
"You have a point there," she nodded, and still kneeling, pulled his pants and undershorts all the way to his ankles and his aching penis jacknifed out as if it were the springloaded switchblade owned by Randy Potts. It was vibrating, all long, black, and swollen, aching for some action with the lovely caramel-colored woman. "Oh do you ever have a point there," she murmured, staring.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Bending down, Dell picked her up, hauling her first to her feet, then lifting her and carrying her into the bedroom. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held tightly, smiling into his face the entire time. She was light, very light, and it was a pleasure lifting her up. She was in the mood to be subjugated by this big, strong man, and he knew it. He intended taking full advantage of her, fucking her the whole night through, and then on into the morning.
She smiled at him in an innocently beguiling way that had Dell's head reeling. She was the most innocent-looking of women, and yet she was the sexiest of women. He sat her on the bed, then plumped himself down beside her.
Patty was the one who took the initiative. She leaned toward him very slowly, lightly placing her sexy lips against his, allowing her tongue to swath its way through his mouth. Dell was so hungry to possess her, his nostrils twitched, smelling the steam heat rising from her aching pussy. This only made the man that much more aroused.
They lay together on the bed now, their heads sharing the same pillow. Dell now cradled the girlish light-skinned teacher in his arms, kissing her with more than mere tenderness. She was one fantastic woman, and he wanted to make love to her in every wonderful way possible. He sucked her tasty tongue deeper into his mouth, almost as if trying to pull the organ into his throat, nibbling on it the entire time.
Dell was completely calm, allowing his body to completely relax against the full breasts of the lovely woman although his mind remained constantly alert, thinking of various ways he might enhance and build the mood between them to a higher pitch.
This was a seemingly naive woman. He had no idea just how much she knew as to what to do. He was going to feast on the luscious repast of her body, and if she knew, that was fine. If she didn't know what to do, she would know by the time he was finished with her. Christ! She was stunning! From the way she responded to his kisses, he realized she certainly had some education when it came to sex. Either that, or it just came naturally to her. He wished the hell he was able to tire her out, but he knew her slim frame hid a woman of tremendous stamina, and there was no way on earth he'd be able to do it. Not that he hadn't been able to tire out some of the women he knew. Oddly enough, there were women who had the energy sapped from them with one good orgasm. But he was able to spot the weak sisters from the strong ones, and he knew this was one woman who would definitely be able to outlast him.
Patty was one of those women who was always aroused by lots of kissing. He knew it the moment he started kissing her, seeing the way she was responding. So he experimented with a variety of different kinds of kisses.
Now the tip of her tongue was running along the roof of his mouth, as if seeking out possible erogenous zones up there. The handsome man lay back to enjoy the titillation of her moving tongue, thinking about moves to make to keep this beautiful woman totally subservient to him. At times like this, he felt more macho than he did making it with girls like Shelly and Bunny, who were willing to please him because they knew he would always do something to make them happy.
Tonight this delicious cunt was all his. Even if she occasionally did take the initiative, at this point Dell felt no threat whatsoever to his masculinity. She was now grinding her slender, light-colored body firmly against his own, her soddenly soaking light pelvic pelt rubbing against the man's lower belly. Smears of heavy lubrication streaked across his flesh.
At this point he was unable to make his mind up whether to simply continue kissing her for awhile, or proceeding to the next step since they were already undressed. Establishing dominance with a woman like this seemed nearly not as important as indulging in the love act, itself. It was one thing to take his time, but he felt as if he was actually procrastinating at this point, and if he didn't get down to business with her in a hurry, she might simply get bored with his lovemaking and never bother with him again. Even if they did have the whole night together and all of tomorrow, what would be the good of it if he didn't take advantage of it.
His cock was a single solid horn at the moment and he felt like jamming it into her and pumping away until it eventually deflated. By that time, his cock might actually rub off the outer layer of membraneous covering on her vaginal walls.
Her hands were slowly drifting down to his groin, and he jumped a little, strictly a reflex action, always worried the woman might suddenly turn from the pure, innocent-looking creature she seemed to be to an overbearing female vampire of succubus, because a woman like this was really too good to be true.
He relaxed the moment he realized she wasn't anything other than what she seemed; an overanxious woman who was looking to get on with it. Her fingers were gently caressing and tantalizing the length of his heatedly rampant cock. Her fingers gently manipulated the rich, ebony head of the throbbing penis and he felt his entire body beginning to quiver and shake.
Her entire hand began running over the swollenly full and throbbing length of the man's heated, unbelievably long penis, and Patty had the feeling she was not in for a session with just an ordinary man. Her moving fingers tightly closed around the pulsating organ and began tightly crushing it, as if she felt an electric charge shooting from the cock, through her hand and into her quivering body. Her fingers continued massaging the pulsing organ, and then she released it, caressing it on both sides, swinging it left, then right. The black man's entire physical being was vibrating and shuddering because of the thrilling way she was continuing to play with his burning cock while her working tongue continued probing hungrily into his open mouth, fucking his oral cave as if it were a vagina, and her lingual digit were a slender penis.
Dell wriggled and writhed against her, feeling her hungry lips continually pressing against his smile. All the while she continued kissing him. The woman was smiling while she was doing this to him. Well, hell! Let's see how she smiled with a mouth full of cock.
Reaching out, he grabbed a handful of her long, black hair, and he yanked her lovely mouth from his. She stared back at him, her big black eyes filled with a certain amusement that annoyed the hell out of him.
"No more fooling around, sweetheart," he told her. "Now you're going to put that sweet mouth of yours to work and suck my cock the best way you know how. Baby, I'll bet that mouth, like the rest of you, is something really extra-special."
Her grin widened even more as she thought how fortunate she had been to be instructed by Gregg Starr in what she had since discovered was called fellatio. Her hand tightened for an instant on his shudderingly heated penis. She moved so slowly Dell wanted to cram her head right down there, but he let her have her way. Her tongue, like the sting of a bee was touching him all over and making him writhe uncontrollably. This was the first time Patty had really taken the initiative, and she was enjoying herself immensely.
Her moving tongue was now trailing its way through the black forest covering his ebony chest, stopping to nibble at his small, masculine nipples. She reasoned if she was able to feel something in her nipples when a man sucked them, there was no reason why he wouldn't be able to feel them. She made the throbbing nipples vibrate like two tuning forks gone wild, causing a series of fiery pinpoints of delight to course through him. Then she began moving down toward his belly.
Her tongue was now licking a swath through the forest of his black jungle of pelvic curls, stopping to nibble at the base of his throbbing shaft. The penis twitched and shuddered, moving completely out of control as long as her face stayed down there. Then her licking tongue slowly spiraled up the swollen length of his fleshy lighthouse until it reached the wide-flaring corona. Then the lapping organ ran around the ultra-sensitive rim of his tender rubbery helmet, causing it to expand even more, making him ache to reach down and grab her hair with his two hands and jam her mouth ' straight down the rest of the way.
Gripping the rampant length of his pulsatingly swollen prick very tightly in her clutching fist, Patty now slipped the entire enlarged dome between her tantalizing lips and began very lightly sucking on it as if she were slobbering all over an all-day-sucker. Her titillating tongue licked its way all around as her lovely lips continued their pulling, and he was in such a state of heat he almost tore out his own scalp hair.
Having totally sucked on his bloated knob until the flaring tip had swelled to even greater size, the beautiful Patty, with her eyes turned to look at his face, now very slowly began sucking more and more of the heavy organ into her mouth, allowing the spongy cap to slide along her palate until she had almost half the length of the entire monstrous organ inside. The sensation was driving him totally out of his mind, and it took all of the man's willpower to keep from literally cramming the rest of his pulsing penis inside. The sensation was driving Dell out of his skull, and it took all of the male teacher's willpower to prevent him from simply slamming the rest of his throbbing cock down her gasping throat. Hell! He wanted to do it! Why the hell not do it?
Even the angelic look on her face with her mouth surrounding his prick was not going to keep him from doing it. Damn! He had treated her with kid gloves long enough. It was time to fill her lovely face with his prick.
Dell placed his hands on the top of her rounded skull, holding her lovely head in place, preventing her from lifting her face. He suddenly shoved his hips upward, ramming the entire balance of his throbbing penis into her mouth, pushing the spongy glans into the depths of her narrow throat. Her lips were automatically nibbling, but she made no protest whatsoever, almost as if she had expected him to do this.
The constant pressure of her sucking lips made Dell slow down just a little as he pushed her head a little further down. He began gliding her mouth up and down, up and down. He knew his solid cock was considerably longer and thicker than what might be termed an average penis. It did have fantastic rigidity, as well. It was the thickness of it that made the uncomplaining Patty choke a little while taking the swollen organ into her sucking throat.
Dell realized he had the entire length of his meaty flesh hose rammed into the tightly sucking depths of her crushing mouth. He thrilled to the wonderfully rampant sensation of her delightfully swirling tongue as it ran rampantly over the pulsating length of it. She continued salivating very heavily, and because the breadth of his cock, digging into her throat was clogging it, she was unable to swallow, and as a consequence, was dribbling saliva all over his throbbing penis and pelvis. The solidly rampant organ fitted so tightly into her crushing esophagus he was able to feel it moving squishily in and out. It thrilled him to know she was almost choking to death on his cock, and yet wanted to continue sucking it no matter what. She was forced to inhale through her expanded nostrils.
Dell stopped for a moment and waited a little while, allowing the beautiful woman's gullet to expand a little and become used to being filled by his throbbing, pulsating wand. He yanked it back and began thrusting in and out of her pharynx at top speed, making certain to jam the full length of the penis into her throat on each forward stroke. He shuddered each time he felt the light scrape of her upper and lower teeth around his huge penis, and all it did was charge him that much more as shuddering chills continued shooting up his spine.
His swollen cock seemed to completely stopper the lovely brunette's pharynx. But even though he had it jammed all the way in, massaging the tender back of her throat with the rubbery head, there was no sound of protest whatsoever from Patty, nor was there any coughing or choking sounds. She was concentrating strongly on sucking the man's weighty cock. Her head began moving steadily up and down with the regulated beat of a jackhammer making Dell attune the upward thrusts of his ass to the same cadence. If he did occasionally change the rhythm, she kept pace with him.
The man's hotly flaming cock was the delighted recipient of a series of icily chilling thrills only Gregg Starr and his companions had known. Not even the school principal had been privy to Patty's mouth yet. Dell knew every cock eater had her own individual style. Not two women, no matter how expert when it came to mouthing a cock, despite the so-called simplicity of cocksucking, ever did things the same way. True, millions of men knew the delightful sensation of a good sucking mouth. But each knew the particular sensation of the mouth doing the sucking at that particular moment.
Dell had enjoyed more than his share of expert fellatings, of this there was no doubt. Hell! The two women who lived in his swinging singles apartment house were two of the very best. But he had to admit there was something extra-special about the way Patty's mouth was vibrantly sucking his prick. It was obvious Patty was still relatively new to things like this. He was able to spot the tried-and-true experts, but nevertheless, when it came to sucking a cock she had a style that was truly different, unique, a complete change from the way any other female had ever sucked his prick. The very difference of her mouth from all other mouths made it feel that much more delightful.
He might have lain there until morning with the bloated thickness of his throbbingly solid cock buried in the depths of her sucking mouth, but Patty had already decided, much as she enjoyed playing on his skinflute, the time had come for her to get as much from her new association with this handsome male teacher as humanly possible.
Even though it disturbed Dell Parcell, the lovely female teacher slipped the tight ring of her sucking lips from around the bloated fullness of his pulsing cock, lifting her lovely face and swallowing a mouthful of saliva mingled with a great quantity of his seeping oil. His throbbing cock ached for more of her oral ministrations, but for the moment Patty had other more definite ideas.
She flung her body on top of the man, squirming as she began pressing the tightness of her firm, feminine form against his solid masculine torso, rubbing her sparse ebony thatch of sodden curls against the full length of his burning cock. Her lovely legs were widely stretched, making her look as if she were initiating a frog as she straddled the man with her swampy cunt now directly above the shuddering stiffness of his solid length of burning cock. Now all she had to do was slowly lower herself, and the moment she sat, the two of them would be instantly connected.
Impatient for it to happen, Dell lifted his hips, probing upward, poking his quivering staff against her trembling vaginal lips. The rich black tip slowly parted her sweetly luscious cuntlips, parting her vulva, forcing her inner labia to open and then act like a hood, slipping over the fullness of his throbbing prick. Slowly, very, very slowly the lovely Patty allowed herself to ease down, permitting the man's heavy battering ram to push through the pink curtains of her seething cuntlips, entering the deep, dark tunnel of her squeezingly tight and, to him, mysterious vagina. Dell shuddered, feeling as if fiery satin had attached itself to his embedding prick, surrounding it with soft, gentle waves of seeping oil.
"Ohhhhhh . . . yesssss. . . thattttt's s-o-o-o-o goooood..." Patty gasped, and slowly seated herself the rest of the way down, driving the entire length of his heavy cock into the pinkly constricting passageway of her tight vagina, letting her inner walls grip him as if there were suckers attached to her vaginal interior.
Her slender hands reached up and gripped Dell's muscular arms and squeezed them very tightly. There would be small bruises on his bulging muscles for many days to come, hidden by his dark skin. Her nails dug in very deep and she let out a long, low, gasping sigh, and then her hips began revolving in a circular way, grinding themselves wildly around and around as her rounded buttocks rose and fell continually. She lifted herself up, then came crashing down on the mattress, letting the handsome male teacher know both of them were about to have climaxes of cosmic proportions. Chilling delight would fire its way through both their inner bodies from every direction at once.
Patty began having a thrilling series of continual minor spasms immediately, but rather than take the edge of the big one already mounting somewhere inside her, these little ones only served to arouse her that much more. Oh she was going to have one fantastic orgasm in a little while, and she knew it. She had been waiting to enjoy a man like this ever since the loss of her virginity. This was the first man with whom she was one-hundred percent willing, and she intended enjoying every last little bit of him.
Whether it was accidental or on purpose Dell would never know, but he did know there was a mirror on her night table to his left, and it reflected what was seen in the dresser mirror which was directly opposite the foot of the bed. So he was able to see the way he was pumping into the lovely female, and it enhanced the thrill for him that much more. He had to turn his head to the side and look back. All the while one eye kept looking at the huge breasts bouncing above him while seeing his reflected penis pumping upward into the tightness of her seething cunt. He was able to enjoy the sight of her lovely asscrack widening each time her buttocks came bouncing down on his pulsating cock. He was able to see, in the small mirror above him to his right, her small midnight curls at the back of her vagina, soaked and dripping with her womanly juices, seemingly trying to cling to his body each time she rode up the length of his throbbing cock.
For the moment he felt completely paralyzed, looking at the reflection of his throbbing cock continually sliding in and out of her tight womanly tunnel. Everything was so clear, each time she rose he was able to see her sucking inner labia being pulled out, wrapping themselves like sucking leeches around the hard length of his throbbing phallus, and then, as she sat down, they folded in on themselves, washing the full length of his cock as it plunged all the way into her. She rose and fell with consistent regularity, and the handsome male teacher continually squirmed and wriggled beneath her, churning his own flat buttocks in a circular way, thrilling to the power she was applying as she kept on moving up and down, up and down, up and down. She was one fabulous woman, and he found it impossible to believe so much sex had been allocated to a seemingly innocent and helpless "yaller" female.
The sight of her tightly twitching fanny brought one thrill after another to him as it continued wriggling this way and that while she kept on pounding it up and down, up and down, following the movements of her broiling pussy, keeping it busy, making certain it continued surrounding the lunging probe of his inwardly driving phallic member. Each time her lovely, rounded buttocks sat down, the cheeks flattened themselves against his black thighs. The tight crevice between her gluteal mounds opened wide for a moment and then squeezed shut as she tautened, preparing to drive her flaming vagina upward.
Dell's hands reached forward, his fingers closing around the lovely fullness of her bouncing buttocks, feeling the warmth continually emanating from her asscheeks, knowing the wonderful reality of that wonderful behind, loving the seething heat coming from her cafe-au-lait skin. Ultimately he gripped the roundness of her wonderful asscheeks and began tugging her forward each time she came slamming down, and the very power of it made her pound into him that much more powerfully.
Her sucking, squeezing vagina continued to hungrily grasp up his throbbing cock in a powerful series of suckingly forceful moves. It appeared as if the beautiful Patty was feeling him all the more deeply in the seething recesses of her heated inner tunnel. To enhance the sensations even more, he began probing into her asscrack with a driving forefinger. He finally found the small button of her anus and began massaging it.
Dell's sweating pelvis was soaked with a seething combination of their joint lubrications. He finally reached down with one hand and touched the pool forming there with a forefinger. He let the finger soak in it awhile, then returned the same finger to her anal opening. He pushed hard, and then he felt the finger sliding in, and this made the beautiful woman leap up and down all the more swiftly.
"Ohhhhhh . . . yesssssss ..." she hissed. "That's wonderful . . . wonderful ..." she murmured, her voice a choking gasp of a whisper. Then she looked down at him and said, "You're a man who not only has the right equipment but you really know how to make use of it. If I'm ever granted one wish in my lifetime, it's to be able to go through the rest of my life being fucked by a cock this good and this knowing."
Her climax was suddenly there. It was an immense one, bigger than anything she had previously enjoyed. She'd had more than twenty different little climaxes, all small, satisfying ones, and she knew she might have a few more yet as she shrieked, " AAAIIIYYYAAAGGGGGGHHHH-AAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUNNNGGGHHH-AAARRRGGGHHH!"
The pace between the two of them was really frenetic. He discovered Patty was an unusually hot woman who needed a lot more cock than he had imagined. To think, such a pure, innocent-looking girl was unwardly such an overbearing sex fiend. He found the whole idea almost humorous. Oh he knew she was getting a stiff cock from the principal. Daniels would have been a fool to pass up this beautiful woman, and Daniels was not a fool. He ought to have felt jealous, but he didn't. There was so much to this woman he knew no single man would ever be enough to fully sate her. Oh he'd be able to rid her of her craving for a little while, but she would never be satisfied with any one man.
At the moment she was doing her best, considering she was using only one cock. She bounced up and down frantically, her body wild and completely out of control. The thought of how aroused she was, combined with the magnificent sight of her slender, womanly form astride his own body, her cunt pounding up and down on the throbbing organ of steel, made Dell feel the urge to squirt a quart-or-more of hot semen into her. Her burning pussy felt as if the membranes were all aflame.
This was the first time anyone was playing with her anus, and she loved the feeling of his forefinger running in and out of the tight asshole. She wondered if this was something perverted, but then dismissed the thought from her mind. Damn it all, it felt good, and if it felt good, and it had nothing to do with touching actual dirt of any kind, then there was no way for it to be perverted.
Dell was sighing, feeling the way his cock was being crushed in her tight cunt, made even tighter by the driving, probing finger digging into her asshole. It wouldn't be much longer before he blasted into her and both of them knew it.
Her mouth was hanging slackly open, her pink tongue dangling limply in the corner. She was panting very heavily, and the openness of her inner tunnel, in spite of its tightness, added to her previous scream, let him know he had succeeded in making her reach a hell of a climax.
She was weak from her exertions. At the moment she lay on top of him, her powerfully slender torso pressing the fullness of her Amazonian breasts-with their hard nipples-into his own muscular pectorals.
Now she was churning her buttocks circularly in addition to riding the length of his throbbing pole up and down, and it was obvious something was happening deep inside her quivering belly. Her stomach muscles rippled as they sucked in and out more than a dozen times. They were continually spasming, and tiny little quivers seemed to be charging through her shuddering limbs. The seething friction of her tightening vaginal walls was like maddening electricity charging through the shuddering horn of his anguished flesh. The tightening pressure roused the bubbling, seething semen in his aching testicles, and the froth began boiling inside him as the liquid began its upward journey.
The burning kiln of Patty's crushingly tight pussy was no more aflame than ever with a friction capable of melting metal. His lancing penis felt as if it had been locked inside a blast furnace. The bubbling oils in her fiery feminine pit were no longer soothing as they continued lubricating the way, but rather they simmered his bowsprit of penis, cooking the organ until it was well done.
Patty shifted her position just the littlest bit and for the briefest of moments the man's rising semen seemed to settle back a little as she continued writhing and squirming her rounded asscheeks around his upward skewering rod of solid muscle and flesh. She sighed and gasped, chewing down hard on her lower lip, praying to feel the ultimate release her body promised her, also aching to feel the fiery fluid from his balls flooding her feminine chamber.
The clinging lips of her sucking cunt continued pulling on the man's well-oiled, thrusting pole, continually urging him to unload all of its contents inside her body as her tears of desire began falling from eyes now squeezed tightly shut. Her fingers clamped themselves tightly around his arms again, the nails puncturing his skin, causing a multitude of tiny rivulets of blood to heavily flow for a few brief moments as she peaked, insanely convulsing as if in the throes of a mad, epileptic seizure. Her mouth slammed down on his shoulder, barely missing the side of his throat as her teeth clamped into his shoulder, all but tearing the flesh away.
Her final orgasmic experience was precisely what Dell needed to finally go blasting over the edge of eternity, and his own climactic force descended on him with the force of a ten ton safe falling from the top of the Empire State Building.
One fabulous sensation after another was wending its way through his shuddering, quivering body, filling him thoroughly and completely as he pressed her wonderfully firm body so tightly against him. She felt so fragile at the moment, he was terrified of accidentally cracking one or two of her ribs.
They lay that way, she on top of him for an uncounted period of time. Finally she rose, letting Dell's limp phallus fall from her interior.
"Baby, you have to be the most goddamned greatest lay in the whole fucking world," he gasped. "If I didn't know better, I'd ask you to marry me, tonight."
"What's that crack supposed to mean?" she asked.
"I know it'll take more than one cock to keep you happy through your life. But I'll tell you the truth, even that doesn't bother me. I'd still be willing to marry you. Willing? Hell! I'm begging to marry you. I don't care if you need a hundred other cocks, just as long as you come home to mine."
"That sounds flattering," she told him, "but we hardly know one another. I think you and I ought to find out more about each other before we go off into some wild marriage that might not possibly last."
"Oh it'll last, all right. You see, I've already accepted the fact that you can't be faithful. I guess you'll have to accept that fact about me. When you do, we'll swing with each other forever, and then swing with a lot of others, as well.
Patty noticed his cock was stiffening again, and she smiled.
"Let's fuck again," she said to him.
CHAPTER NINE
The weekend sped by for Patty, because Dell stayed until Monday morning. He was good, all right, better than any other man she had ever met. Though he continued pressing her to marry him, she decided she was not yet ready for marriage.
That evening, when she went to the principal's home to fulfill her weekly obligation to him, she found another man there. He was much taller than Daniels, with dark-brown hair, a little on the plump side, with a boyish face that smiled disarmingly.
He was wearing a blue suit while Daniels had on a brown suit. Patty, herself, was wearing a grey tweed dress.
"Patty," Daniels said in a hoarse voice, "this is my cousin, Bert. Every now and again Bert comes up with an interesting woman for me, so I figured tonight you might like the idea of handling the two of us. It'll assure your getting the position of head of the English Department, next year."
"Oh no!" she snapped. "It's one thing for me to enjoy a little playing around with you with the idea it'll keep my job for me. But I'm not going to screw around for every Tom, Dick, and Harry you bring to the house."
"Oh come off it," Daniels hoarsely grunted. "We aren't going to hurt you. Besides, having two men at once might be a lot of fun for you. Give it a try and see."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Daniels, even if it means my losing my job, I'm not going to simply lie on my back for every man you feel ought to poke himself into me in addition to yourself."
The truth of the matter was, Patty would have been willing to take on the both men, but she didn't like the idea of being ordered to do so. Had Daniels asked her ahead of time, giving her the option of accepting or refusing, she would have been happy to please him.
Turning, she began heading for the door, and Daniels called out, "Bert, don't let her go!"
The slightly chubby, boyish-looking man hurried after her, and seeing him come, Patty began running, too. She had her hand on the door knob and the door partially open when Bert caught up to her and tugged her back into the house. Daniels walked over and closed and locked the door while Bert carried her struggling body upstairs into the bedroom. He threw her down on the large king-sized bed in which Irving Daniels had made love to her before, and she noticed the window shade was up. She also noticed something neither Daniels nor Bert noticed. Gregg Starr was outside the window again, this time with a Polaroid camera, all ready to take more pictures. Daniels even made things easier for Gregg by turning on the light. This time she intended struggling, letting the pictures show an apparent rape taking place. The pictures, plus the testimony of the boy outside the window, would be enough to rid herself of Daniels for a long, long time to come.
The two men held her down and stripped her, violently, neither aware that what they were doing was being photographed. As soon as all her clothes were off, Bert went to the dresser and moved it so the mirror reflected everything taking place. Patty saw her reflection in the mirror, staring at a nakedly helpless woman whose breasts were wobbling on her chest as she panted heavily.
Bert was now gripping her two wrists, holding them over her head, pinned to the headboard, while Daniels proceeded to undress. For some reason, taking her by force seemed to arouse the man so much more, the look of wanton lust was scrawled very clearly across his hungry face.
Patty turned her eyes away from the redheaded principal, once more looking at her reflection in the mirror. Between her almost-white, outstretched thighs was the sparse darkness of her midnight curls lining her vaginal orifice. She noted the pinkly flaring inner lips making up the tight, warm mouth of her quivering cunt.
The lovely teacher arched her firm buttocks off the bed in a helpless attempt to pull away from the dark-haired Bert, but all she really succeeded in doing was grinding her asscheeks all the more firmly into the mattress, as if offering her nookie in licentious invitation to the now-totally naked Irving Daniels.
Patty lowered her eyes to the throbbing length of the man's rigid phallic skewer. It was still as hugely menacing as ever, all white from base to corona, though the head was still a rich plum-red. There probably wasn't a man in the world who would have been ashamed to own a skewer the like of which was attached to the pelvis of the redheaded principal.
"Let me go!" she snapped. "Let me go or I swear I'll report the both of you to the police."
"Oh come on, now," Daniels grunted. "Do you really think the police will believe you? After all, you were seen by neighbors coming here willingly, both today and last week."
"Why are you forcing this on me?" Patty asked. "I've done everything you wanted me to do, until now. You had my body for the asking. Why must you force me to do things for other people?"
"I'm keeping it in the family," Daniels told her. "I said Bert was a cousin of mine, and he is. Now you have the choice of doing as we wish willing, or unwillingly, but you're still going to do it."
"This is terrible," Patty gasped. "I certainly am not willing to do any of this."
"You're behaving very foolishly, considering all you've done up to now," Daniels told her. "It looks like you'll have to undergo a little rape."
Patty quivered, her arms still held all the way back by Bert as she tried wriggling and squirming in the hope of freeing herself from these two men. Hell! Even if it meant running outside naked, she intended trying to get away from them.
Daniels was grinning broadly, enjoying the way she was continually trying to break free of the grip his cousin had on her wrists. She moved like a delightful shameless wanton, her wriggling gyrations making her look all the more licentious and appealing to him. He moved to the bed then leaned forward, kneeing his way between the delightfully tapered columns of her widespread thighs. He kept moving until the blunt tip of his shuddering cock was stiffly pressing itself into the delightfully tender and soft folds of her heatedly velvety vagina. She tried kicking and shoving him away, but Daniels used his hands to press on her thighs, keeping them pinned down. He was in a hurry, now. There was something about this woman's body that thrilled and excited him, and besides he knew Bert would soon be after his share.
Patty smelled the strong muskiness within him caused by greater arousal at the sight of her delightfully delicious nakedness. The two of them were burning with desire for her, and though she didn't like the idea of this rape, she did like the idea of knowing just how arousing she was.
Daniels gripped his thickly solid, stone-hard prick in his hand and began guiding it all the more surely between the woman's wetly pulsating vaginal lips. The mere pressure of his domed cock had set her inner juices seethingly in motion. His other hand started parting the moistly swollen inner cuntlips of her tantalizingly delicious pussy, and if anyone knew how delicious her cunt was, it was he, having tasted her vagina twice, now. He pulled with both hands on her labia, wanting to make certain she was open wide enough to contain him.
With a wide grin on his face, the school principal slowly began pushing his hips forward, watching almost mesmerized as his thick white cock began slowly thrusting its way ever deeper into the tight niche that was Patty's cunt. He pushed harder and harder, sinking ever deeper into her hotly pulsating flesh.
"Too bad she wasn't willing," he said to his cousin. "If we were able to get her to agree to you, then next week we would have been able to take her to a family gathering and let her use that sweet body of hers on more than two-dozen of our other cousins."
In spite of his sorrow at not being able to get Patty to do this willingly, Daniels was no less intent on burying himself in her cunt again. He knew she would no longer consent to willingly meet with him in his house, and this meant he would probably have to replace her. This saddened him more than a little, because Patty was the best lay he'd had in the longest time. Still, he felt strong ties to his family, and whenever he got a willing woman, black, white, or any other color, he shared her with all his cousins. They, in turn, responded by sharing many of their women with him.
With a single heated surge of overpowering lust, he buried his hot, hard length of cock all the way inside her narrowly tight womanly corridor. Her accordioning cunt walls, so used to this cock, paid no heed to the message from her brain that this penis was no longer wanted inside her. Her membranes automatically began massaging and caressing the phallic length with loving care, milking the swelling that was his manhood.
"Hhhhaaauuunnnggghhh!" Patty gasped out loud, once again turning and twisting, doing her best to fight her way free, though she was pinned now, like a hapless butterfly.
She felt every last little ridge and wrinkle on the length of the principal's driving cock as her interior once again adjusted to its breadth, stretching and then shaping itself around the organ. Once more she felt the throbbing sensations coming from his heavy phallus. Had he only treated her with a little decency and courtesy all this would have been avoided, but Patty was not some damn tramp to be used at the whim of this man merely in order to retain her job.
Unfortunately her body was so used to this penis, it didn't know her mind wanted to totally reject him. Against her mental desire, his cock, pushing into her, was angling itself deeper and deeper as his gripping hands rotated her hips from side to side. His fingers were still cutting into her soft flesh, forcing her thighs to open even wider as he hungered to fill her with every last bit of his throbbing cock.
"Come on, already," Bert was saying. "Stop fooling around and start fucking or I'll have to show you how. I know she's delectable, but remember, cousin, I am waiting to get a piece of her."
But Daniels was still in no hurry. He rolled his flat hips slowly, teasing her body into even greater anguished arousal. Against her will she was bumping and grinding her excited vagina against the redheaded man's body, feeling his throbbing shaft continually moving through her cunt like that of a lust-crazed, uncontrolled animal. Daniels pushed harder and harder, sinking his pulsating phallic javelin ever deeper with each forward lunge, flexing his thickly swollen head into the center of her softly tender body.
Patty cursed at the redheaded man. She did everything short of spitting at him.
"You bastard!" she snapped, her arms paining her as they were held above her head by the dark-haired Bert. "I'll get you for this, I swear it."
"You and a whole lot of other women," Daniels laughed.
"Irving, I think it time I got my share, too," Bert insisted.
"Okay, cuz, get ready," Daniels said to him.
The principal, leaned forward and pressed his large hands on her narrow arms as his body hovered directly over hers. Now Bert was able to let go and hurriedly undress.
"Just what do you think the two of you are going to do?" Patty gasped, feeling an icy terror run down her spine.
"Honey," Daniels grunted, "it isn't what we think we're going to do. It's exactly what we know we're going to do. My cousin is anxious to get a piece of you, and that's what's going to happen, sweetheart."
Abruptly, the redheaded man released her arms, and gripping her tightly against his body, he rolled over so that he was now the one on the bottom, and she was on top. His legs wrapped themselves around her calves, and his heavy arms were knotted around her back. He was extremely powerful, and Patty knew there was no way she was going to break his grip.
The young teacher struggled vainly, solidly locked against the principal's white torso, his powerful arms gripping her so tightly her breasts were almost flattened against his chest, her thighs forced obscenely apart so that his legs were twined around her thighs from the inside. Now that she was on top, her naked asscheeks were clearly visible and wide open to the cousin's hungry eyes. Turning her head, Patty saw Bert's cock was almost as long and as thick as that of the principal. Where did he intend putting it? He was nowhere near her face, and so it was obvious she wasn't expected to suck on the pulsating organ.
Daniels was gripping her rounded buttocks with his two heavy hands, and he began tugging on them, pulling them wide apart. His heatedly buried cock was sunk to its full length in her teeming vagina, and she was shuddering with terror, intensifying the grip her vagina had on the man's rotted phallus.
The principal was enjoying himself immensely. This woman really had a cunt worth filling. He thrust his heavy prick even more deeply into her shuddering body.
Patty lay on top of his sweaty body, tears rolling from her eyes, and then she jumped as she felt Bert's forefinger suddenly pressing against the tiny aperture of her virginal anus. Her sphincteral ring of muscle clenched tightly together, refusing to open for the longest time.
Bert proved to be a very impatient man. He started pressing and pushing his finger against her asshole all the harder. His left hand was pressing on the base of her spine, flattening her body all the more solidly against that of Daniels, and this forced her muscles to relax for a moment. A moment was all Bert needed. He pushed his finger, probing solidly into the woman's rectum.
The finger all but tore her flesh, driving into her rectal tunnel where it wasn't wanted. It was a much thicker finger than that of Dell Parcell. It caused continual searing discomfort as he feverishly worked the finger around and around to stretch her tiny puckered anal opening. There was that curious sensation of pleasure she had felt when Dell had first fingered her asshole, and even though her mind was continuing to fight it, her body was accepting it automatically. The thrills and pleasure were both, overwhelming and delightful, but her fear almost kept her from feeling the delight.
"Hah! Excellent!" Bert gasped. "She has one tight asshole, all right. It's going to be a pleasure to fuck it."
Patty wriggled in the hope of freeing her body from the twin probing instruments digging into her. She gasped and shuddered, feeling her vaginal walls tighten because of the heavy pressure of the finger digging in her rectum. Her movement back and forth made her feel as if she were being fucked in both places at once, and she was totally unaware this was but a mild foretaste of things to come.
Finally Bert pulled his finger from the tightness of her squeezing rectum and she breathed a temporary sigh of relief. Now she was aware of his heavy hands gripping her asscheeks, replacing those of Irving Daniels who was now pressing his large hands into her back. Bert's digging thumbs were tugging her buttocks wider and wider apart, stretching her tight little asshole to the limit of its elasticity. Bert was no longer the least little bit patient at this point. He was anxious to get on with it.
" Aaaauuunnnggghhhh! Stop it!" she gasped. "Don't do that. . . it hurts, it hurts!" she bellowed.
Bert gripped her lovely hips as he pressed the head of his pulsing cock against the narrow rictus while Daniels continued pressing his hand into her back, keeping her firmly swollen large breasts still rubbing against the red hairs on his chest.
"Now!" Bert shouted.
He tugged her hips toward him, pressing the tightness of her asshole against his heated thickness. At the same time, Daniels's hands slid higher, firmly gripping her smooth shoulders as he held her so his cousin was able to shove forward solidly with his throbbing penis. The stiffly rigid organ was eagerly moving forward, now more anxious than ever to penetrate the rear of Patty's beautiful body. The head pushed and pushed and pushed, and finally the corona managed to thrust past her sphincter.
"Aaaaaayyyyyaaaarrrggggggghhhhhh . . . hhhaaaggghhh ..." Patty screamed out loud. 'Wo more . . . no more . . . it hurts ..."
"It's like losing your virginity," Daniels told her. "It has to hurt the first time. But you stay calm and you'll see, the pain'll soon all go away."
Bert took a deep breath and plunged in again, and Patty felt as if her body was being raggedly halved. The penis sank deeper and deeper into her squeezing rectum. With even more determination, the dark-haired man pushed his cock even deeper into her rectal tunnel. He shove one more time, and this time the head of his cock pushed fhrough her rectum into her large bowel.
"Aaaaaayyyyyaaaaagggggghhhhh . . .myyyyyy Godddddd. . . n-o-o-o-o!" Patty bellowed in agony again and again and again because of the burning and searing pain streaking through her frantically squirming body. The thick, rubbery cock of the man called Bert bored squeezingly into the narrow depths of her rectum like a red-hot rod of steel.
"Now!" Daniels said to his cousin. "Start stabbing your cock inside her, and move her body on my cock, too."
Patty felt the iron lance in her rectum pumping in and out while her throbbing vagina was alternately filled and emptied of the thrusting length of Irving Daniels's cock. Pain streaked through her trembling body as Bert gasped, "Ohhhhhhhh . . .
yyyyeeeeaaaaahhhh! Cuz! She has one helluva fabulous ass. You oughtta try it."
"If she had been willing to do all this with us, I'd be able to try her asshole, her mouth, and maybe even her belly button," Daniels grunted. "But I think this is the last time we'll ever be able to make use of this teacher."
Little by little the pain in her quivering body was starting to lessen. The two strong men continued fucking her between them, pistoning their heavy cocks back and forth, and Patty, without meaning to, changed her whimpers and crying sobs to sighs and thrilled gasps as the pressure in both her openings became more and more delightful with each passing moment.
The sensations she was feeling had become so dominating she was unable to hide the fact that she was starting to enjoy them immensely. The two cocks were fucking simultaneously sliding smoothly into her again and again, and in spite of the fact that the two men were perspiring heavily, there were no bad odors, and so the feelings shooting through her were becoming more and more sensational. She was unable to muffle her sighs in any way. Patty groaned aloud as the two cousins continued skewering her like a puppet between them, their rapidly pistoning penises separated from one another by a thin membrane in her body. Their timing was perfect, both withdrawing at the same time, then both plunging into her with equally good rhythm.
Each cock continually pulled back until only the phallic head was lodged inside her-her vulva clinging to Daniels's penile tip, her sphincter holding onto Bert's. Then the pair of them would suddenly ram forward in unison. They drove more and more deeply into her, filling her completely with there powerful penile organs. Their heatedly sinking shafts continued rubbing against one another along parallel channels of her anal and vaginal causeways.
"Hey, get a look at her," Daniels was laughing. "Get a look at her face. She's digging it. Yes, she's really enjoying what you and I are doing to her, Cousin Bert. But then, we knew she would like it, didn't we?"
"Unh!" was all Patty could reply.
"Come on, come on, you like it and you know it," Daniels insisted. "Why not admit it."
Admit it? Not likely! She hated these two men at the moment, hating them more than she hated Randy Potts. Potts was an ignorant boy, and though he ought to have known better, his mental stability was such, there was no way to control him. But these were two men, two adults, who were responsible individuals. They had no business abusing her this way. She would never give either one of them the pleasure of knowing he was giving her pleasure.
Both of them continued fucking into her trembling body with a vibratingly constant rhythm, pounding into her so solidly they turned her shamelessly aroused body into a raging inner pillar of flaming lust. The feeling was so wonderfully licentious it was all Patty was able to do to keep herself from loudly gasping out her pleasure. Again and again the two cousins continually slammed between her wet, widespread thighs, each fitting his cock into its own separate, tantalizing tunnel, both working sadistically together in a maddening rhythm that threatened to totally shake her apart. She realized sex, one way or another, had become a very definite part of her life. Dell had said it best when he had told her she would never again be satisfied with any one cock in her life. But she still objected to being used this way.
The two cousins were running their hands all over her trembling body as the both of them continued to wildly pump and thrust themselves into her. Without wanting to, Patty was caught up in the feverish excitement of the moment. The three of them were fucking as if they were a single unit, now. They moved faster and faster, all of them loudly grunting and gasping out their joint rapture as they began approaching their orgasmic peaks.
Daniels was hungrily sucking on Patty's lovely breasts now, biting her dark nipples as he slammed his hips into her downward-moving vagina again and again. Bert was nibbling at the nape of her neck, and the more they fucked her, the more Patty realized she would indeed need many penises from now on to make her happy, whether taking them one at a time, or in groups.
Reflecting on being taken by the boys who had come with Gregg Starr, she thought about how she had loved having her cunt and her mouth filled at the same time. Right now, she was having her cunt and her asshole filled at the same time. One day she would have to try having all three orifices filled at the same time, but it would have to be with men she liked, and not detestable men like Irving Daniels and his cousin, Bert. Oh hell! There had to be some other likable men in the world. She intended finding them, one way or another.
Her glittering eyes were glazed with a supreme wantonness as she came closer and closer to her own building satisfaction. She was well aware the thrills mounting within the framework of her body were not merely building in her vagina. On the contrary, the penis in her rectum was causing thrills to build just as high.
Patty shuddered and began trembling, groaning very, very softly as she felt the mounting spasms of lust building in the depths of her troubled belly, growing more and more powerful with ever passing moment, becoming stronger in intensity with every passing millisecond.
Oh God! To be fucked by two men at once was the most thrilling, arousing sensation she had ever felt in her entire life. It was wonderful to have two men simultaneously fucking into her perspiringly naked body, plunging their swollen organs into her cunt and asshole again and again. Even if they were raping her, cruelly taking advantage of her, the two men had, once and for all, helped open her eyes to the physical needs of her body.
Patty felt her eyes rolling up in her head at the moment as the wanton thrills continued mounting higher and higher in her agonizingly thrilled body. Her inner self was on a heavenly flight into some kind of oblivion, and if the two men had been capable of fucking her to death, she might willingly have died then and there. She was on her way to a climactic paradise, vowing to herself that this was only the beginning of many, many things to come.
"Gggggghhhhhhuuunnngggggghhhhhhhh . . . hhhaaannnhhhh . . . uuunnnaaannnhhh . . . uuummmppphhh . . . hhnnnhhaaanngghhh!" she gasped. She was thrilled to feel the sensations taking place inside her as Irving Daniels continued wickedly driving his masculine male spike into the heated tightness of her dilating and flooded pussy. The cock was enlarging and swelling inside her, letting her know the man was already on the verge of his satisfaction. The cock got thicker and thicker as Daniels groaned beneath her, gasping, writhing, and squirming under her slight weight.
His eyes were closed and his teeth gritted as his head slammed into the pillow beneath him again and again. His throbbing, madly ejaculating penis began wildly shooting and spurting. He spewed his sizzling white sperm into the deepest part of her seething cunt. He fired into the sucking depths of her clinging pussy as Patty felt her own orgasm starting to swell higher and higher.
"OHHHH . . . YYYEEEAAAGGGHHH . . . MEEEEEE . . . TOOOOO . . . Bert bellowed. "HERE IT COMES . . . HERE IT COMES . . . AAAYYAAGGGHHH . . .AAAUUURRGGHH . . .AAANNGGGHHH . . .GGHHAANGGHH . . . HHHAAANNNGGGHHH!"
The heavy penis in the tightness of Patty's hot asshole began to suddenly explode and floods of white sperm began spurting into her large intestine, stickily wetting down her colonic interior.
The pressure was becoming much too much for the gasping Patty. Her own orgasms were building, and she realized she was going to have two climaxes at once. She was going to climax in her vagina and in her rectum, at the same time.
"EEEYYYYAAAIIIYYYAAAG-GHHHAAANNNGGGHHHHAAARRRGG-GHHH . . . AAAIIIGGGHHH . . . HHHH-AARRRGGGHHHAAAUUUNNNG-GHHHAAARRRGGGHHHH!" she bellowed out loud, the pressure too much for her to withstand.
Her body was wildly erupting in cascades of showering flashes as she began bucking back and forth between the weight of the two spurting cocks. Thrill after thrill filled her body for the longest time, as she clenched her inner muscles so tightly, the clamping action forced the two men to remain locked inside her.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of delight, the thrills on her body slowly faded. She lay there as the two men pulled out of her and lay on either side of her, fondling her.
That particular evening, Irving Daniels wasn't finished with Patty for a long time. Although he usually settled for one orgasm with her, knowing she would never willingly submit to him again, he forced her to fellate him and Bert. Because of the eruptions in her cunt and asshole, it took the two of them a long, long time to climax.
Finally they were finished, but even then they insisted she take a shower with the two of them, and she found herself scrunched in the shower between them. After the shower they dressed and allowed her to dress. She wearily stepped out of the principal's house, and outside, she confronted Gregg.
"Did you get good pictures?" she asked.
"You knew I was there?" the boy said.
"Yep! What's more, we're going to use those pictures, you and I. We're going to use them to get rid of Mr. Daniels. Believe me, one look at these, and he'll resign before we even get to the police."
"Man, that honky bastard sure abused the hell outta you," Gregg nodded. "I didn't do nuthin' that bad to you."
"Bad? Why Gregg, you opened up my eyes to all the wonderful things that can happen between a man and a woman. I'm thinking of letting you have some more of my body. You can even bring your friends over, and we'll have twosomes, threesomes, and foursomes."
"All right!" Gregg said smiling.
CHAPTER TEN
Summer was almost there, and the redheaded principal was no longer with Grover Howard High. A new principal had been appointed, a woman, a black woman.
Patty was now sitting in the principal's office, smiling to herself, waiting for the principal to come in. She was dressed in a blue nylon dress, sky-blue, and she had pantyhose to match, as well as shoes.
Ever since Daniels had gone, Patty had been balling with almost every male student in her classrooms, as well as one or two who weren't in her classes. The weekends she saved for Dell Parcell, and she had to admit it was a novelty to have only one penis working on her instead of three, four, or even five.
Patty used her body as a reward for her male students, and it was amazing how many of her pupils, indolently dumb before, were suddenly becoming the most literate students in all of Newark. True, none of the other teachers knew what methods she was using, but they had to admit she was getting results.
It was rumored Patty was indeed going to be made head of the English department at Grover Howard, and this would keep her from moving on to better schools. Not that she particularly cared any longer. Patty was not the least bit afraid of anyone in the neighborhood where the school was located. Her students were among the toughest kids in the area, and it was well-known, if anyone tried laying their hands on Miss Brown, they had more than two-hundred boys to reckon with.
Yes, Patty had come a long way in one year, much farther than many teachers who had come to the school five and even ten years before her.
The door opened, and Myra Eastman, the female principal walked in. She was wearing a green paisely print dress, and she smiled, shutting the door.
"I wish to congratulate you on the results you've been getting with your students," Myra said to her.
"I see the sex method still works wonders."
"How do you know what method I'm using?" Patty asked.
"Are you kidding!" Myra replied. "I was using that method twenty years ago. How do you think I got to be a principal?"
"It still works," Patty smiled knowingly.
"Now we have to talk about getting you to the rank of assistant principal," Myra said to her, standing near her.
"Fine," Patty said, kiddingly. "Who do I have to fuck, now?"
"Me," Myra told her, putting a hand on her breast.
Here we go again, Patty thought. Another new experience to be learned.
