> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >Sitting at the computer working on a report was part of the job, as > > was sending a troubled teen-aged girl to talk to the counselor. Listening to > > the other half of the P.E. department tell her why she shouldn't have done > > it definitely wasn't at all. Especially when his analysis of the situation > > included conclusions like "that old biddy needs a good fuck herself. I don't > > see how she can give any real advice on that subject!" These sorts of > > comments were always accompanied by a constant eyeballing of her legs, > > breasts, and any other part that seemed to strike his fancy. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >Being a minister's wife wasn't all that easy. Richard had been sent > > to the Middle East as an Army Reserve chaplain. For almost a year her love > > life had consisted of three e-mails a week from him in Kuwait. Her teen-aged > > daughter was entering the know it all stage. Her subbing job had turned > > full time. To top it all off, the Department head, an oversized and > > overbearing jerk named Tyson, had chosen to hit on her at least twice a day, > > in spite of the fact that she had none too subtly let him know she didn't > > like it. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >The author of these ruminations, Jean Clarkson, was stressed. At 36 > > she was fighting too many battles. Maybe keeping her girlish figure wasn't > > worth the entire struggle but in the end it made her feel that she was still > > young. A five foot 5 inch brunette, slim but curvy in all the right places, > > Jean dressed conservatively, as appropriate, for her status as wife, > > mother, and teacher. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >She also knew that half the guys on the staff found excuses to wander > > through the gym, when she was wearing shorts and working with the junior > > varsity girls' volleyball team. Being perky while being hot and sweaty > > wasn't a perogative limited to 14 year old girls!. Anyway as long as they > > were congenially discreet in their gawking she really didn't mind! The most > > aggravating and immediate problem though was the state standards report due > > in two weeks. "Mr. Gods Gift to Women" (aka Tyson Washington) had ordered > > her to finalize the fitness data for the Middle School. The final straw had > > been when he suggested she should drop it off at his apartment on Saturday, > > so he could make the final check on it. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >There was no way she was going anywhere near that overbearing > > womanizer, was her initial reaction. His reputation among the other female > > faculty members was, according to all reports, well deserved. At the annual > > Christmas party he had repeatedly offered her the opportunity to become > > "better acquainted", as he had put it. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >The next day Jean changed her mind. She decided to drop the envelope > > off in his mailbox as she was planning on going into town to meet some > > girlfriends for dinner at the elegant La Bistro, FOR THEIR MONTHLY NIGHT > > OUT. Dressing up was fun as compared to her usual school attire. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > She knew this "drop-off the report mission", innocuous as it seemed, > > had been designed to taunt her with several of Washington's crude themes. > > She was "self-righteous", "out of touch", somewhat of a "prude", maybe > > "racist", and a "chicken". No way, she thought. I'll go up to his apartment, > > hand him his stupid report, tell him I'm late for a meeting with friends and > > leave him standing there. Indeed that would be a nice touch and would be > > payback for all his harassments. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Little did the somewhat innocent white wife and mother realize what a > > chance she was taking. Tyson Washington was no dumb jock. He was highly > > intelligent and his thing in life He applied that intelligence to the > > careful, complete and persistent seduction of married white women. Bending > > them to his will was, for Tyson, a refined art form and he had dozens of > > successful seductions to his credit. His specialty, if one might call it > > that, were women who had never, and would never consider having adulterous > > affairs with anyone. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >'The greater the challenge the greater the victory' was his mindset. > > The first time he had followed the minister's wife down the school hallway, > > watching her tight little butt sway in step, he knew he would someday have > > her on her back pounding her cunt for all he was worth. He often watched her > > at the staff meetings as she slowly rocked her crossed and nylon covered > > legs up and down with just a hint of thigh showing. His cock had always > > stiffened at the sight. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >He had decided to let her know he was interested. The idea was to > > get her thinking about him. She would rebuff him, of course, but a spark > > just might be lit subconsciously. Playing subtle with her would lead > > nowhere, as she might play mind games but never go beyond that. He wanted > > her body, not her mind, anyway. He would strike when the right moment came. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >Jean rang the doorbell and there he was, dressed in black, acting as > > if he had expected her all along. Handing him the envelope, she smiled and > > said "Hi". There was not a word in reply as he bowed and swept his arm > > across the room. She hesitantly stepped inside where he immediately began > > hustling and bustling her across the room toward the view provided by a set > > of glass patio doors overlooking the city. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >"It's beautiful" was all she could think of to say. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >"As you are," he replied and then placing his hands on her arms he > > turned her to her left where she faced a huge mirror covering an entire > > wall. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >>> > > > > > > > > >Oddly enough there was a small footstool right in front of her. In > > the mirror she saw the tall muscular black man step up close behind her. He > > was smiling. > > > > > >"What are you..." she started to say as the huge black man pressed against > > her from behind. The answer was immediately clear to her as his hands > > reached around her, cupping her breasts, while he carefully and gently, > > but firmly bit the back of her neck. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >For a moment she thought she was going to fall from the shock of it. > > Her knees sagged just a bit and his hands went to her hips to support her. > > In the process her skirt was bunched up around her waist and, SHE SAW in > > the mirror THAT her legs and panties were fully exposed to his view. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >"Touch yourself" , he said. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >"NO!... " > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >"Then I will", and without a second's hesitation he reached down > > inside her panties and first cupped her mound. It was only brief seconds > > though before his finger began probing for access to her cunt. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >She tried to turn away but he held her firmly with his left arm. > > "Look in > > > > > the mirror," he said. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >Gasping for breath, tears in her eyes, she felt as though somehow all > > her bodily strength had disappeared into thin air. He was so big, so > > powerful, so dominating, she could hardly think. Inserting a finger into her > > vagina, he patiently stroked her for several minutes while she slowly began > > to breathe again. The sexual feelings coursing through her body seemed about > > to overcome her very being. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >"Don't move!" he finally ordered. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >He then unzipped the back of her dress, letting it fall to the floor. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >"Oh please don't!" was all he heard as her panties also dropped to > > the floor. He took her right leg and placed her foot on the stool. The > > effect was to open her legs and expose her sex to his view. He quickly > > removed her bra and took one step back. She felt helpless and alone standing > > naked in front of a mirror with a black man for an audience. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >This time there was no resistance to his "touch yourself" command. > > Unable to think clearly, she did what he had ordered. She could see and feel > > him manipulating her nipples into a hardness that she had never felt before. > > He was at the same time gently sucking her ear lobe. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >He waited until he felt and heard the signs of her arousal: a deeper > > breathing, some quiet soft moans, and most telling of all, the beginning of > > tremors and a gentle undulation of her hips. The white minister's wife and > > teacher, against her morals, her traditions, and even her intent, was just > > about ready to be fucked. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >Suddenly, he picked her up in his arms and carried her into his > > bedroom. Setting her naked on the bed he stood in front of her, removing his > > clothes. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >"You cant do this. . Please. I'm married. Don't-" she pleaded. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >"You're being silly. I'm not raping you. You came here to be fucked. > > You've known I wanted you for months. Now let's enjoy what we both want to > > do." > > > >< > > > > > >That was when she saw it; his penis. It was, if not huge, at least > > very large and very black Now, cringing in fear she felt herself being > > pulled back to her feet and for the first time he kissed her. His tongue > > penetrated her mouth, searching inside. His muscular chest pressed against > > her nipples. His cock bent down against labial lips and seemed to want to > > surge upwards into her vagina. There was no escape she knew for certain > > now. The only question in his mind was to what extent he could make cum and > > cum hard. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >< > > >>>>To her astonishment he readched between her legs and picked her up by the buttocks. Legs spread she was being pressed against the wall with his cock pulsing and sliding against her cunt. "My rod a mighty staff shall comfort you" he said smirking and peering intently into her eyes. With those words he begain with slow in and out movements penetrating the married womans inner-most being. She made little gasps with each inward movement on his part and then began to moan softly. As he thrust deeper and deeper inside there was a wetness there she couldn't explain away. He was stretching and filling her with an overpowering strength. Tyson knew she was responding as he felt the same warmth and wetness begin to flow against him. >>> >>> >>> >>>< >>>>>>His pre-cum had also lubricated her passageway. He could hear a squishing sound with every movement of his cock. Without any further warning she came in a short sharp series of cries and contractions. Her moans were muted but real. He stopped his thrusts and began jerking his cock to add to her stimulation. He then carried her to the bed. The domination of the preacher's wife had only just begun. >>> >>> >>>< >>>>>>He withdrew his penis and layed her on the bed. She could see him undressing and curled up to no avail. Climbing on the bed with her, he firmly grapsed her ankles, raising and spreading her legs in one quick motion. This exposed her sex which was leaking their combined juices. As he leaned down on her body he reached behind her neck with his left hand, raising her head so that he could cover her mouth and begin a hungry series of deep kisses. With his right hand he held his cock and stroked her labial swelling. Up and down he rubbed, until she felt him once again began the inevitable insertion. As he mounted her, a casual observer would have seen her try to make weak turning movements to evade him. They were know use as he gave her no purchase. The relentless fucking increased steadily in strength, speed and ferocity. Finally the observer would have heard the rekindling of Jean moans and cries. >>> >>> >>>< >>>>>> The next few minutes saw a gradual transformation of the teacher from victim to active participant. Her knees first rose from the bed. Then she began lifting and then kicking her legs outward. Finally they rose upwards into the classic "V" of approaching orgasm. Tyson had been repeating, as if a mantra into her ear, "fuck, fuck baby, fuck, cum now>" He knew her time had come as her whole body jerk in a series of spasms. Then he poured his seed into her and she cried out in the agony and ectasy of sexual fullfillment. He held his rigid cock firmly against her cervix until all the ejaculations had subsided. As the huge volume of sperm sought its destiny, the preachers wife had truly been bedded and bred to the pleasure of black cock. --------------------------------- MSN Premium helps protect against viruses, hackers, junk e-mail & pop-ups. --------------------------------- Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Small Business - Try our new resources site!