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 Black Listed Teacher #11

   The thick hard veins on Scales' dick looked like night crawler worms
running the length of his cock stalk.  These blood pulsing veins stropped
into the juicy pit of Carol's cunt.

   "Oh oomph, yes, splssm." She burbled around the mouthful of white dick
as the black one plundered her from behind.

   Scales would pull out until only the head remained embedded in her snug
sump.  It was the kind of masterful screwing Carol really got off on.

   Carnes glanced over her smooth back, now glossy with a light sheen of
perspiration and he could vividly see Scales' dick stirring in her like a
pestle in a mortar.  Carol moaned out her satisfaction, "Oh yes Daddy it's
so gooood.  Don't stop.  Don't ever stop." The woman concaved her back
signaling the distinguished man to give it to her deeper and harder.

   With her juicy ripe ass elevated up more at an angle, Scales grabbed her
by her hips and began deep slanted lunges in the woman's pussy.

   "Oooh yesss, it's so good!" I'm gonna come." Carol wailed out.

   "Come on Ed.  Flip her over on her back.  I'll finish her off!" Carnes
demanded.

   Scales pulled his wet shiny pole from her clasping cunt with an audible,
"pop".

   With Carnes help they gently eased her on her back.  Carol for her part
raised and spread her lush thighs, presenting her pussy as a damp and shiny
target for Tom Carnes.  He knee walked forward to her and fisted his
engorged cock into her cunt.

   Ed Scales waved his dark pole over her lovely white face.  It was
streaked with frothy white traces of her feminine sap.  She reached for the
dick with her left hand and pulled it into her mouth.  Her tongue
immediately getting a burst of her pussy flavor mixed with his pre-come.

   Carnes started off on even steady rhythm of strokes into her causing her
to start the climb again to a much needed climax.

   She sucked on Scales as the other cock drilled into her making her
appear as if she was a piece of meat on spit over open flames.

   Suddenly Carol stopped hunching on to Carnes' dick and said, "Take my
picture.  I want a picture of this.  Please Mr.  Carnes do you have a
camera?" "My...  boyfriend likes to see me with other guys."

   Carnes was stunned into silence briefly.  "You are full of surprises
today." Carnes replied icily but his cock gave a kick with dirty
excitement. He eased up off the woman and stepped around to his desk where
did just happen to have a camera.

   It was an old 80s style Polaroid instamatic that produced a print in
just 60 seconds, It was just like the camera used by Ben Josh so many weeks
ago.

   "Hey no facial pictures." Said Scales as he came around to kneel astride
Carol's stomach.  He then slotted his throbbing dick between her lush
breasts intending to shoot off that way.

   Carnes stood above and behind the sofa, aiming the viewfinder to catch
Scales' huge 9 inch dick jostling back and forth between her cleavages.

   On one rearward outthrust of his dick, Carol raised her left thigh and
drilled two fingers of her left hand into her gloppy hole.

   The sight of this gave just the fillip Scales needed.  His bulbous cock
knob pulsated, sending a geyser of thick, whitish sperm spurting up past
through her cleavage and all over the lower part of her face.  Scales
garishly swollen cockhead ballooned visibly again and again, spitting out
the product of his overstimulated balls.  He groaned, and shoved his cock
into her maw.  All she felt was the big, bulb-ended dick that rammed into
her throat and held her lips wide apart as its veined, ridgy hardness
stroked steadily between them...  tickling and teasing her...  turning her
on, even more as Carnes took pictures.  She sucked gulpingly on the
gentleman's cock, her cheeks flushed, her eyes remaining shut.  She hunched
against his rhythmic but not vicious plunges, and she found that her throat
could accommodate his cockhead quite well.  She licked around the groove
behind his cock's ridgy collar, then covered the knob, thoroughly
re-coating it with her wet, gleaming saliva.  Her darting tongue took up
some clear honey that oozed from the slit at the tip of his organ. 
"Aaaaahhhhhngh!" she said, as thick jelly like strands of white goo
dribbled and leaked from her right jawline.

   Carnes handed the camera to Scales and pulled her legs wide apart and
jerked them forward a little, so that her buttocks were perched on the edge
of the sofa.  This puckered her pussy, and there it was, staring at him --
a wet rosy hole surrounded by a thick fringe of dark hair.  He grasped his
cock and moved up to her, into the fleshy "V" of her thighs.

   Her pussy flesh crept claspingly forward to embrace the fullness of his
knob.  "Uuuuh!" she said as the rim of her cuntal mouth settled into the
groove behind his glans, and his bulb throbbed inside her.  "Oooooo ohh!"
she breathed heatedly as he shoved his cock deeper, sinking it inch-by-inch
into her heated flesh until her pussy claimed his horny length and she was
plugged from clitoris to womb!  "Fuck me...  fuck me...  fuck me..." she
panted, half under her breath.

   "Ooh uh." Scales moaned out as a third wet dollop of jizz lept from his
pole and flew toward her chin.

   "Oh yes nail my...  my cuntt." Carol whined out.  "It feels so good!"
"Don't stop." Carnes held her lush ass cheeks in the palm of his hands as
he fed his sturdy cock into her pussy.  His hands gripped her so tightly it
imparted pink hand prints on her juicy white hind cheeks.

   Scales stepped from astride her midsection and aimed the camera from the
side.  He caught a vivid image of Carnes meaty dick plunging in the hairy
wet sump of Carol Lawson.

   The next shot was a worms-eye view by Scales as he knelt and shot a
picture of Carnes pole jamming into the woman.

   In bright light from the lamp on the end table, Scales could see the
frothy streaks and smears of their combined juices clinging to Carnes dick.
Scales dick began to harden even though he had just shot off less than five
minutes ago.

   Carnes midsection thumped into Carol's groin steadily as he fucked her
toward another climax.

   The woman hip dueled sensually as the engorged lips of her wet cunt
rippled along the sturdy cock.  She babbled out loud her thirst for more
screwing.  "Oh shit its good daddy...don't stop."

   Scales was preparing to shoot a snapshot when Carnes then pulled his
cock from her hole.  "C'mon Ms.  Lawson sit on my cock.  I want to your
tits bounce as you ride the cock."

   Scales his dick now fully hard again from the heated talk by the adults
shot one picture just as she stepped astride Carnes gleaming wet dick.

   Her pussy settled comfortably, Carol began to hunch up and down
stropping her pussy and clit deliciously.

   Scales stood at her right shoulder as she fucked herself on Carnes
gristle.  "Suck mine some more" he hissed nastily.

   The confused woman looked first at Carnes and then tilted her face
toward the black truncheon.  She licked around the head and perhaps three
to four inches of the stalk.

   "Schush" the Polaroid sounded as Scales snapped the final picture and
laid the developing print aside on the end table.

   "Splssmk, smassk, lpssk." Her wet tongue extended around the dick
leaving strings and specks of her heated slobber.  It was if she wanted to
trace every vein and bum on the big pole.

   "Oh yeah, get it wet babe.  I want to fuck that juicy turd factory of
yours." Scales breathed out.

   Carol's self-image shrank even further even as she bounced joyfully on
Carnes cock.  She gave a few final licks and sucks to Scales.

   Scales stepped behind her on his knees and taking his pole in hand began
to twist it against the converging puckers of her anal sphincter.

   "Well Carol," Carnes said to her, "looking forward to being sodomized?"
His eyes held hers as he tweaked and rubbed her fat nipples.

   "Yes sir," "Uh oh ah...please go slow." She gasped.  Carnes now held her
thighs steady giving Scales time to gain purchase to her asshole.

   "Then we won't disappoint you." Merely seconds later her asshole was
opened by Scales' dick.  Thick and nine inches long.

   She felt like it was coming out of her mouth when he got it all the way
in so that his wiry pubic hairs grazed and scratched her distressed anal
ring.

   Both cocks now pounded into her only separated by a thin membrane of
skin.  "Oh yes daddy...fuck me hard.  I'm coming!" She bleated out.

   "Uh, reach back...spread your cheeks." "Let me see your ass gape."
Scales demanded gruffly.

   "Do it mister, yes fuck my ass." Carol groaned from the pressure of the
hard cocks punching in her holes.  Her G-Spot and clitoris hummed from the
friction the cocks provided.

   After her climax Carnes had her sit on the extreme edge of the sofa. 
The deep cant of the cushions seemed to tilt her lovely sweaty face out
toward the men who stood before her jerking their cocks.

   She gazed through lust-blurred eyes at the glossy, blood-engorged head
of first Scales' cock, saw the jiz erupt from his piss hole as his first
hot spurt splashed in her face.  Carol and Carnes groaned in unison as
Scales splashed three spurts of come juice across her face.  Jizz slid in
globs down her face.  When Scales had finished shooting, he rubbed his cock
on her face, smearing his cum all over it.  Carol's tongue was in the
process of licking her top lip when suddenly Carnes cock shot.

   "Oh ugh, yes...take it cunt." He yelped.  Carnes rubbed his cock on her
face, smearing his cum all over it.  Carol Lawson didn't even flinch or try
to move away from the dicks.  It was a week later and Trautman was thrilled
to see the nasty photos Carol showed him from her afternoon spent with the
two school administrators.  They had him tremendously.  He then convinced
her to allow him to witness her promiscuity in person.

   This Thursday evening he followed her at a discreet distance as she set
off in her car down to Seabrook, a small suburb down from NASA.  He
convinced her to go browse in an Adult Movie store where she would likely
be the only unaccompanied female in the place.

   Ten minutes later, she found herself pulling into the back parking lot
of the Zebra Adult Book Emporium.  She'd never been to one of these places,
and it was about time she found out what was behind those flashing lights
and blacked out windows.  The unlit parking lot was half filled with cars.
She locked her car doors quickly and hurried into the store by the back
door.  Trautman parked about four cars over from her but stayed in the car
with his sunglasses on.  The moment she stepped inside, she realized she
was the only woman in the place.  The dozen or so men browsing at the
magazine racks looked her over as if she were an alien creature, as if
they'd never seen a living woman before.  The cloud of smoke that hovered
in the air made her eyes water.  "Evening, ma'am," said the young man
behind the counter.  "There's a 50-cent entry fee, but ladies get in free."
"Thank you," Carol said.  "I just want to look around." "Take all the time
you want," the clerk said.  "There's a 15-minute browsing limit -- except
for ladies." "Thank you," Carol said, feeling self-conscious about the
preferential treatment she was receiving.  She wondered if this form of
discrimination was legal.  She started to look around.  She had never seen
so many pussies in her life.  There were so many pussies displayed that
Carol could almost smell them.  Carol felt self-conscious, but she couldn't
take her eyes off all these wet cunts.  The more she looked at the pictures
of women spreading themselves wide open for the camera, displaying their
juicy crotch meat for the world to see, the more she got turned on.  She
found herself wanting to lick those pussies, to taste them.  Now I know I'm
losing my mind, she thought.  But she couldn't help herself.  She was too
wound up.  Her pussy throbbed against the crotch of her nylon panties.  She
realized she was being watched.  All the men in the store, including the
clerk, were paying more attention to her than to the naked women in the
magazines.  She began to feel uneasy, almost panicky.  She knew it was time
to leave.  Impulsively, she chose the largest solid-rubber cock on the
display rack -- a cock even larger than Paul's -- and she took it to the
cash register.  "We have peep shows in the back room," the clerk said as he
rang up her purchase and shoved it into a brown paper bag.  "Maybe next
time," Carol said.  She took her package and left.

   After the glaring fluorescent lights inside the store, the parking lot
seemed twice as dark as it had been when she'd arrived.  She could hardly
find her car.  When she did, she fumbled several seconds before she managed
to insert her key in her car door.  But even more reassuring was the fact
she saw that Trautman was nearby in his car.  "Need some help?" She jumped.
She could just make out the dark silhouette of a tall man standing near
her. She hadn't heard him approach.  "Thank you, but I can manage." He
moved closer.  "I saw what you bought in the bookstore," he said.  "What's
a built woman like you need a rubber one for?  You could have your pick of
any real cock in town." "I bought it for the fun of it," Carol said.

   "I'll bet you did!  You look like a woman who likes to have fun." He
reached for her, but before she could pull away, he'd placed her hand on
something hot, hard, and moist.  "How'd you like to have fun with, this?"
Her hand shaking, she felt his cock up and down.  She couldn't believe all
this hard meat belonged to one cock.  It was larger even than the rubber
cock she'd bought.  "Go down on it," the man whispered.  "Give me some
head." He pushed her to her knees beside the car.  She wished for some
light so she could see what she was chewing on.  The guy's prick was so
thick that she could hardly get her mouth around it, so long that she could
swallow no more than the cockhead and a third of his cock stem.  "Real
good!" the man said.  "I can tell you're experienced." His pre-cum ran down
her throat and she guzzled it greedily.

   As he opened his pants to release his balls, she weighed them in her
hands and squeezed them.  His balls were huge, like hard-boiled eggs, and
his ball sac was hairy and moist.  "Yeah, squeeze my nuts!  I love that!"
He had a deep voice.  She was sure he was incredibly handsome.  Too bad she
couldn't see his face.  Her cunt throbbed and the pussy sap trickled down
her inner thighs as shivered with lust knowing Paul could see was doing
something with the man.  She reached up under her skirt to rub her cunt as
she sucked and licked the man's cock.  She flicked her pussy lips through
the mint green panties she wore.  She knew it would be no trouble at all to
fuck him.  She pulled her mouth off his cock, stroking it as she rose to
her feet.  "Stick it in me!  I want to be fucked!"

   He lifted her as if she were a plastic doll and laid her on the hood of
her car.  As he pulled her legs around his hips, he pushed up her skirt,
feeling her loins and ass.  He simply pulled her panties aside.  She
trembled, so hot that her pussy juice dribbled out and leaked down the
fender.  "Hold on," he said, and he fucked into her.  "Uhhhh!" Carol arched
up, gasping as she twisted her head from side to side.  It felt as if an
arm had been rammed up her pussy.  His dick head throbbed in her depths. 
Her toes curled in her high heels, and one of her shoes fell off.  "Fuck
me!" she mumbled, burning up with heat and fuck-itch.  "Oh shit drill it in
to meeee!" She squealed.

   The man gripped her at the waist, grinding his cock in and out.  Fuck
juice dribbled out of her, running down the car fender.  His prick made
squishing noises inside her pussy.  "You're a juicy one, ain't you!  You
don't find that many really juicy women anymore these days.  They all seem
to be drying up, like before the sexual revolution." His hands nearly
encircled her waist.  He jerked her back and forth on his cock as if she
were a small girl instead of a fully grown woman.  His cock rammed to the
pit of her womb, as hard and fat as a baseball bat, or so it seemed to
Carol.  "Give it to me!" she gasped, writhing on the car hood, clutching
the air so wildly with her toes that she lost her other shoe, too.  Her
tits swelled in her blouse, straining to pop off the buttons. 
Fuck-sensations pulsed through her body.

   Trautman exited his car but stayed in the shadows as his cock hardened.

   The man opened her blouse, stroking and squeezing her tits.  His hands
were rough, the hands of a construction worker.  He rubbed her
cherry-bumps, pinched her nipples, leaned forward and sucked.  "Eeeehhh!"
Carol cried, the fuck itch surging through her loins, streaming through her
legs and spine.  "Fuck me, fuck me!" "Baby, you're one hot bitch!" The man
slammed his loins at her crotch, rammed his fucker up her cunt.  As he
worked his hips between her legs, he twisted her body this way and that,
working her cunt on his cock.  "Oh, God!" She was delirious, quivering from
scalp to toes with fuck pleasure.  As his cock plunged, her pussy responded
by contracting rhythmically, sucking, gnawing.  "Uhhhh!" The man exploded
his cum into her.  "Aw, yeahhh!" "Take my cum your pretty bitch." As the
hot spurts of jizz splashed inside her, Carol squirmed and squealed.  She
banged her head against the car hood as the first spasms hit her.  "Fuck
me, cream me!" Waves of fuck-itch flowed through her and her body undulated
with them.

   She fucked herself on the man's sliding, jizz-spurting prick until the
last spasms had passed away.  Then she relaxed back, melting into the car
hood, moaning softly in the still night.  "Mind if I take a crack at her?"
"Be my guest." The man who had fucked Carol stepped out from between her
legs, and his place was immediately taken by a shorter, fatter man, a
Hispanic.  A new cock fucked into her, a cock much smaller than the first
man's cock, but just as hot.  The new man gripped her at the waist with
moist, fat paws.  His cock knifed inside her.  Carol gasped.  Her cunt was
supersensitive after her orgasm.  She arched up, biting her lips to keep
from screaming.  The man's cock sounded like a toilet plunger in her
cum-filled cunt.  "Yeah!" the man grunted.

   "What a pussy!" Carol was too weak and delirious to think, to fully sort
out in her mind what was going on.  She was being fucked by a new man. 
That she knew.  Although her eyes had adjusted somewhat to the darkness,
she still couldn't make out the face of the man fucking her.  She heard low
voices around her and could make out the silhouettes of several other men.
She wondered if Trautman was now standing nearer to her car.

   They were all going to fuck her!  The chubby man ripped her blouse
completely off, feeling up her tits and belly as he fucked her.  He then
ripped the panties from her ass.  All she had left on was her skirt, which
was bunched around her midsection.  The car hood felt cold against her
back. The man's cock felt red-hot inside her pussy.  He ejaculated into her
just as she was starting to build toward another orgasm of her own.  He
humped between her thighs, grunting and spurting cum until he was
satisfied, then he broke from the grip of her legs.  They pulled her off
the car and pulled off her skirt.  Hot, sweating hands slid up and down her
nude body, feeling over every inch of her.  The night air was dead quiet
except for their heavy breathing and whispered mutterings.  Carol put up no
resistance.  She knew she was helpless against their assault, wouldn't have
been able to fight them off even if she'd wanted to -- which she didn't. 
She wanted them to use her in any ways they wanted, to take as much
pleasure from her as they could get.  She even hoped someone would spank
her.

   She would be well repaid, milking from them as much pleasure as she
could get.  "Fuck me!" she whispered, tingling from her nipples to her
toes, squirming sensuously as the men pressed in on her and felt her up. 
She was shoved up against the car and assaulted from behind.  A stiff cock
fucked straight up her cunt.  A belt buckle branded her ass again and again
as the man thrust.  She arched her back, jerked, her head back, wiggled her
ass.  Hands rubbed and squeezed her tits.  She had no idea who he was or
what he looked like.  But she didn't care.  All she cared about was his
cock fucking her, his cock rubbing pleasure into her cunt.  "Aw man!" he
grunted.  "Oh, yeahhh!" As his fucking accelerated, the come of the first
two men ran down the insides of Carol's thighs, like pudding from a pastry,
squeezed out of her by his plunging dick.

   He fucked so fast that Carol's breath trembled.  His cock flexed hard
inside her, spurting.  "Awwww, yeahhhh!" Carol squeezed his cock with her
cunt, pleasuring him even more, helping suck the jizz out of him.  His cock
was still flexing when he pulled out, and a few drops of hot jizz pelted
her ass.  "Splurt splash." A hand groped between her legs.  The cum slick
hand rubbed her ass crack, rubbed cum on a cock.  The cum-greased cock
pressed between her asscheeks, slipped up her asshole like a worm burrows
in a hole.

   She rotated her ass as a new man fucked her from behind, fucking her
asshole.  Shivering in masochistic glee.  She chewed on the back of her
hand to keep from whining like a bitch in heat.  This gang-bang was
happening so quietly, so secretly, that she was afraid to disturb the
silence for fear she'd ruin things.  The she remembered anew, that her
boyfriend Trautman was nearby watching, waiting for his chance to eat her
hot pussy when the men finished with her.  "Oh shit" "How did I become such
a slut?" She thought.

   Her tits and belly pressed to the hard, cold metal of the car hood.  A
red-hot cock fucked her asshole.  Her toes curled against the rough, cool
asphalt of the parking lot.  She was all sensation, all pleasure.  She
wanted to revel in pleasure for as long as she could, for as long as she
could make it last.  "Ahhhh!" The man pressed his loins to her ass, kept
his flexing cock buried inside her to the hilt as his jizz shot.  She
contracted her asshole, cooing contentedly, moaning.  "Yes!" she whispered.
"Yes!" The man pulled out of her.  She could no longer remember how many
men had fucked her.  She didn't care how many men fucked her, just as long
as they kept on fucking her, and fucking her.

   Trautman finally edged close to the front of her car and spoke out. 
"Let's get her in the backseat of her car, a cop may pass through." He said
tersely, his voice husky.

   She was guided to her hands and knees on the backseat.  A man mounted
her from behind, shoving his cock up her asshole.  A man kneeled in front
of her, stuffing his cock in her mouth.  She groaned, sucking, wiggling her
ass, jerking herself off.  "She's better than them bitches in the peep
shows," a voice muttered in the darkness.  It was Trautman as he started to
remove his track suit.  "She's the real thing." Someone else said.  She
sucked the sweaty prick in her mouth until it shot sperm down her throat.
"Splork, splssh, ork." She fucked the cock up her ass until she felt it
spurting in her guts.  Her fingers plunged in her pussy, and she went into
spasms as the cocks were still firing inside her.  The men gasped as if in
pain.  "Ohh, awwwww fuck its good!" The guy fucking her ass said. 
Reluctantly, she released them.  "Shit, it feels like my dick was in a cup
of worms.  She damned near gobbled it off," said one of the men.

   Finally a group of three men took turns fucking her.  Some of them came
back for seconds.  Trautman knelt on the floor and wedged his face between
her legs licking and lapping her moist cuntal folds.  The hot fetid scent
of the dick plunging into her ass stirred the musty, tart odor from her
bowels.

   Jizz slopped and ran from her orifices.  The last guy getting sucked by
her went into spasms from the heat of the experiences and pulled his cock
from her face.  His six inch dick throbbed then fired, bleachy white come
along her face in two inch ribbons.  One hooking sexily in her hair.

   Carol tried to reach for the cock to suck it inside her mouth and the
guy slapped her hand away.  "Nooo, take it slut, let me shoot it on you,
cuntt!" The guy was a young 30 something NASA worker.  He had never been in
something as raunchy as the last thirty minutes or so.