Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. The tutor I was really very happy with my life. My husband was a good man. He was senior partner in his accounting firm. We had a nice house and I had a nice car. We were unable to have children so I had plenty of free time. I was addicted to exercise and had belonged to a Gym for 15 years. We lived in a College town that had very nice shops and beautiful little bistros. I was active in my church women's auxiliary. I had three advanced degrees and had just come from a counseling appointment at the college. I was a bit concerned. I loved academia and had been a full time student for 15 years. It didn't bother me that I was now older than most the other students. I just loved being in school. It gave me purpose. In counseling earlier this year, the councilor had looked over my transcript and was very blunt. She had told me flat out that she thought it was time I actually did something useful with my education. There was so very few courses available that I hadn't already taken that it was obvious to her that I was just in school for schools sake and not really there to advance my life. I was little upset with her but upon reflection I had to agree. School had become a hobby. I used it to fill my time. She had recommended I become a mentor/tutor. The college sponsored life style and academic help programs for students on probation or from disadvantaged backgrounds. I decided to take the course and see if I could use my education to help others. I might even go on and become a teacher. The course was a short six weeks and very informal. It covered the basics of college level teaching, what to expect from a student, and of course behavior standards. I was ready for my first assignment. I met the young man I was expected to mentor at the library. I remember how carefully I had dressed that morning. A skirt and jacket, simple shoes, and basic jewelry as well as very light makeup, very school teacherish. His name was Dwane. He was the new forward for the college's basketball team. From what I was told he was very, very good and the team was looking towards another championship season. The problem was, if he didn't bring up his grades he wouldn't be allowed to play and might lose his scholarship. That first day at the library I was surprised to say the least. I had been around African Americans in classes for years but never more than a passing hello. Dwane was huge. He was very tall and looked to be in very good shape but I was amazed at how large he was over all. His hands, his feet, the width of his shoulders just seemed gigantic to me. Of course I had never actually talked to an athlete of his caliber before and was sure he was probably the same as most of the rest of the players in stature. Dwane was a pleasant young man and I found him very intelligent. He had never actually learned how to study. From what I learned his skill on the court had gotten him through school with out much effort to this point. He was completely unprepared for the college level work he had, even if it was fairly remedial in level. Dwane was quick to smile and very pleasant be around. On the first day he even found a pet name for me and called me teach. In the very first week I had become comfortable with him. Although we had been taught to discourage physical contact, it was almost impossible to sit in the library or a study room with Dwane and not be touching. It was just his size. We sat close in front of the monitor or at a desk so he could look over my shoulder and he often put his arm around me or even put his hand on my thigh to lean in close and discuss what we were doing. It always seemed perfectly harmless. We had become friends and could speak easily. His study skills were improving and his test scores in classes started to show it. One day Dwane asked me if I was hot. I asked him what he meant and he said you always wear so much. All covered up from head to toe. You must be hot. The air conditioning isn't that good in here. I told him I did get warm but that is the way I dressed. He looked me in the eye and said hey teach lighten up It is just school. Wear something cooler. You are a fine looking woman and you are always trying to hide it. I realized this conversation had crossed the line of mentor student behavior but I also knew that the quick flush and tightness in my tummy was from being called a fine looking woman. The very next morning I spent an extra hour looking through my wardrobe to see what I had to wear. I had school cloths. All fit the category of what I wore already. I had exercise cloths, all inappropriate to wear to school. They weren't all that daring or anything just not what one would wear to school. I had housework cloths, again old and worn. I had formal cloths for dates and dinners, way to dressy. The section of casual cloths was pretty slim and I had trouble picking an outfit. I finally settle on a demure sundress. It was cool of course and I could wear it with out pantyhose. It was a tank top style with spaghetti straps so it was light and airy. The dress came to my knees so it wasn't too short. With it went a pair of sandals and a string of pearls. Other than the dress I was wearing a simple pair of cotton panties. Dwane took one look at me and said Damn girl now you are Hot! I blushed and told him thank you. As we sat at his work station in the library study room we fell into the rhythm of learning and I got comfortable. His arm was round me and I could feel his hand on my shoulder. He had done this many times before but the feel of his hand on my bare shoulder was unique. I don't think anyone had touched me on bare skin but my husband in a very long time. I couldn't remember being touched in this gentle a fashion ever, even by my husband. The lesson went along and I was impressed by Dwane' progress. I finally asked him a question and he failed to answer. I looked up and over my shoulder and realized that Dwane was looking down the top of my dress. He just smiled his big grin and answered the question. I was a little embarrassed and of course more careful to keep my back straight to not distract him again. At the same time my nipples had stiffened and I felt a funny little tingle in my pussy. I had to squeeze my legs together hard to get it to stop. After the lesson I told Dwane how well he had done and he told me maybe he just needed more encouragement like he had today. It dawned on me that he was talking about looking down my dress and I blushed a deep shade of red. Dwane just laughed at me and reached around and patted me on my tush. He walked away and told me he couldn't wait to see how I looked tomorrow. I had to go shopping that afternoon. I really didn't have much to wear. I went to the mall and shopped at the junior stores. The styles were much more free and easy but also much more provocative as well. I got some shorts and a few pairs of capris. I also got some tank tops and even a couple of halter tops. I bought a few more sun dresses as well. They tended to be much shorter and left a lot showing up top but in some ways I wanted to be looked at. The thought of a college age man wanting to look at my body made me all tingly. Next stop was the shoe store. I bought several pairs of wedge sandals. All of them were higher heeled and most were tie on or ankle strap. On a whim I stopped off at Victoria's Secret and got a few sexy bras and some new panties. All were sheer and tiny some were even thongs. I should have been ashamed of myself. I was actually shopping in the hopes of exposing myself again. That night after Hubby had settled into his game on TV I took a hot soaking bath and decided to shave. I did something I thought I would never do. I removed all my pubic hair and even all the little strays around my anus. As a sat on the toilet rubbing in lotion to my soar newly shaved skin I couldn't help reflecting back on Dwane looking down my top. I felt myself lubricate and worked my fingers harder. I wondered if he actually saw my nipples and unconsciously split my pussy lips and worked a finger deep inside. My breath became ragged as a fantasized about Dwane pinching my hardened nipples. The palm of my hand began putting direct pressure on my clitoris. I almost collapsed to the floor as orgasm after orgasm coursed through my body. I hadn't masturbated since I was in Junior High. I felt guilty but satisfied at the same time. I decided I was being silly and put on a light cotton nightie and went to bed. The next day I had an appointment with Dwane and I took extra care with my hair and makeup. I put on one of the new sun dresses. It was short and full on the bottom and the top was almost a bra top but in the same fabric as the skirt. I slipped into a new pair of tiny thong panties and my new wedge high heel sandals. I packed a light snack and took a quick look at myself. I was pretty hot looking. What I had on wasn't out of place for the girls at the college but it was sure out of place for me. I had so much cleavage showing I almost changed. Almost. As I drove to school I couldn't help but wonder what Dwane would think of how I was dressed. As I crossed Campus to the study hall in the library I expected to be stared at by everybody. I soon realized I was just another girl. I did get checked out by a number of guys but nothing to obvious. I met Dwane on the steps and he said Damn!! You are a hot lookin babe today Teach. I smiled and thanked him and he walked me in. Dwane had a big test to take later that day and we were here to do some final studying. As we sat close I realized just how short the dress was. It crept up pretty high on my thighs. Dwane didn't miss much and took a cool minute just to stare at me. I could almost feel his eyes as he let them wander over my body. I told him it wasn't nice to stare and he just smiled and said if God didn't want him to look then why had he made my tits so perfect. Of course I blushed, but it was really more from being noticed than from being embarrassed. Dwane and I settled into an easy study pattern and were soon working hard on the subject at hand. I liked the feeling of his body close to mine. I like the pressure of his thigh on my thigh. I liked having his arm around me. I ignored his looks down my top. It made me feel wanted. I knew he couldn't see anything as my top was tight enough to keep me legal. But being as tall as he was he could see much more than anyone else ever could. We took a break and broke out our snack. He had a Soda and a bag of chips. I had a yogurt and some cheese and crackers. We were talking about nothing in general as I ate my yogurt. I laughed at one of Dwane's jokes and my spoon slipped and dropped a spoon full of yogurt onto left breast. Dwane reached to me and quickly wiped up the spill with his index finger. The feeling of pressure on the inner slope of my nearly nude breast was exciting. I looked at him with a dollop of Yogurt wrapped around his index finger. He reached to me again this time approaching my mouth. As his finger got close I automatically allowed my lips to part and he pushed his yogurt coated finger between my lips. There was no reason for him to push it in that far. It went in all the way to the base. All I could do was tighten my lips on his finger and suck off the yogurt. While doing so I was looking directly into his eyes. His finger reached to the back of my throat and was almost as big around as my husband's cock. He slowly withdrew it as he watched me suck. I was very turned on, from him being so brazen and me willingly accepting his advances. He asked me if the yogurt was good and I told him it was. He reached out and placed his giant palm over my left breast and allowed his fingers to slowly slide over the spot where the yogurt had been. My nipple was trying to bore a hole in his hand and the feeling of his fingers wet with my saliva sliding over my breast was intoxicating. Dwane then moved his hand back to my mouth and presented two fingers together with the last remains of the yogurt on the tips. He just made contact with my lips and I opened and lowered my head down the length of his fingers. When I reached the base I tightly wrapped them in my wet lips and rolled my tongue around them savoring the saltiness and the slippery yogurt. I ran out and back in and opened my eyes and looked Dwane in the eyes. It was so erotic I almost came just from the concept. We both knew right then he could do anything he wanted to me. I carefully disengaged and reminded Dwane we had to finish our studying. Together we went back to the study room and began a practice test. After we went through it I told him he would probably pass but with just a little more work he could get a really good grade. Dwane told me No man. Like teach there ain't nothing in it for me. If I pass I can play ball that is all that matters. I told him he really should apply himself and do his best. He just grinned at me and asked me what was in it for him. I asked what he meant. And he looked at me and put a hand on my upper thigh and said. Teach if I get 90 % I want your panties. I blushed a deep red but stammered out an answer. If he got 90 or better I would give him my panties. We started a new practice test, Dwane sitting close beside me. I was typing his answers and he was concentrating on the questions. I could feel his arm around me and know his hand wrapped over my shoulder and sat on my upper breast. As he gently squeezed his fingers I could feel my nipple being tugged up in the cup of my dress. The test went on and I was keeping a close count on his score. As he got further along I couldn't help but get damp thinking about actually giving my panties to a man. My breast was almost out of my top and my skirt was bunched up in my lap. Finally we were done. I clicked on the score button and the results came up 92%. I congratulated Dwane and told him I would give him the panties when I saw him tomorrow. He said No way teach you need to give em up now. I blushed again and said well OK I will go to the bathroom and take them off for you. He again smiled and told me teach you don't understand I want them right now. We were in semi private alcove in the library but there were still people with in 20 feet of us. I almost bolted out of the room with embarrassment but finally I resigned myself to my fate. A promise was a promise. I carefully slipped my hands under the hem of my dress. After a quick look around to make sure no one was watching I slipped my panties down my hips. And with a quick shimmy on my seat I had them down to my ankles. I stepped out of them and gathered them up and put them in Dwane's hand. Dwane had sat and watched the entire thing. He put them to his nose and inhaled deeply. Then he did something totally unexpected. He held them to my nose. I blushed but inhaled. The heady aroma of my sex was clear and distinct. He took them and put them in his pocket and I asked them what he was going to do with them. He looked at me and smiled. Then he told me he was going to wrap them around his big black cock and stroke off in them. I blushed again but I also was very excited. Our time was up so we said goodbye and Dwane was off to practice. I dashed home as quick as was safe. I walked in the front door and my husband was sitting in his favorite chair watching a game. I couldn't help myself. As I walked into the room, I slipped off the straps of my new sundress and slipped them down. My husband looked up just in time to see me drop my dress to the floor. I approached him wearing only wedge high heel sandals and jewelry. I quickly pushed his knees apart and unzipped his shorts. It took only seconds to fish out his hardening dick. I went down on him instantly. His cock was buried deep down my throat and I knew he could feel me contract around his shaft, I quickly began an up and down stroke with my mouth with both my hands on his thighs for balance and leverage. As He began to twitch I quickly disengaged my mouth from his prick and straddled him. I reached down and spread my lips open showing him my wet pink pussy interior. I plunged deep and hard onto his turgid shaft. He was looking down between us as I fucked him as fast and as hard as I could. He finally reacted and reached up and pulled my nipples. The pain hurt so good I rolled my head back and allowed his dick to penetrate me as far as I could make it go. He shot off just as I reached the pinnacle of sexual pleasure in my life. The feeling was wonderful. I collapsed on him in a pool of our combined sweat. We were recovering slowly and I felt his softening cock pop out with a satisfying plop. He asked me how school had gone and I told him I had a very nice day. He then asked me where my panties were and I responded by telling him I had taken them off and given them to a student as a reward. His eyebrows arched and I felt a stir in his cock. He reached my shoulders and pushed me up straight. His hands lingered on my flushed engorged breasts for a moment then trailed down to my completely bald pussy. What did this student do to warrant such a reward? I told him the young man had done a superb job on a practice test. My husband smiled and continued to manipulate my clit as it was now peeking out from between my puffy lips. He then said if that was a reward for a practice test, what should the young man expect for getting an A in the course. I blushed and looked at him and replied anything the young man requests would be his. He sat forward and let me fall to the ground. I wondered if I had angered him but as I looked up I saw a twinkle in his eye and a second hard-on. I came to my knees and he let me take him deep in my mouth. The now familiar aroma of my own sex was joined by the sweet tangy flavor of our mixed love juices still clinging to my husbands cock. I sucked him hard and he held my hair and used me for his pleasure. As he finally pulled my head in hard and forced the last inch of his cock down my throat I couldn't help but compare him to Dwane's massive fingers that were there earlier that day. As he let his cum erupt in my mouth and on my face I had to wonder if Dwane would be as sweet in taste and if his fingers were that big then what of his manhood? The following day I really couldn't decide what to wear. I could dress about the same. I could dress like a total slut. Or I could go back to be plain and simple. I had a reason for all three. As a total slut I knew Dwane would get the message and I would have to pay the piper. I secretly wanted to. As my old simple self I was signaling that the games were over. It was what I should do but I am not sure a wanted to stop. If I dressed like I had been I could still change my mind. I decided on a halter top and a denim mini with high heels. I did wear panties but they were a thong and I wore the mini low enough that you could see the t back of the thong above its waist. The Halter top was a knit material and it tied behind my back and my neck. It was almost completely backless. This was the closest I could get to slut and not get arrested. I wanted this black stud to fuck me. I felt sleazy but I was so turned on at the thought that I almost had to go and masturbate before I left. I went straight to the Library. Of course I got more than my share of looks both from young men and a few young ladies. I entered the assigned study room to see Dwane sitting on the edge of the table with a print out in his hand. He had gotten a 973. Well within the test parameters and probably high enough to get him an A. he looked me over and said thank you teach with a big smile on his face. To be honest his commitment to tutoring was over but he looked me over and said "hey teach I need some help with history and sociology." I smiled and told him I would be happy to help. Dwane and I sat down but he was way too pumped up to study. Getting an A for real scholastic work was a new experience and it showed in his excitement. Finally he asked me if I wanted to take a drive. I knew from my training that seeing a pupil in a personal setting was against the rules but I was pretty sure giving a pupil your sex moist panties wasn't following the rules either. I picked up my clutch bag and told Dwane I would meet him in the parking structure in 10 minutes. He smiled and grabbed me up in a big tight hug. I certainly hoped no one was walking behind us because if they were they got a real good look at my ass. I pulled my nice sensible Honda into a spot in the student parking structure and before I could even get out Dwane had pulled his new Lexus up beside me. I hopped into his car and waited. Dwane looked at me and smiled. "Teach you got to pay for a ride with the man." I asked him what he wanted. Dwane said "either your top or your panties." with a huge grin on his face. I blushed and I could feel the heat in my face. If I take my top off I don't have anything else on I told him. "I will let you wear one of my game jerseys teach. I don't want to get arrested." I thought about it and really considered slipping out of my panties. But I finally let my hand wander to the tie around my back. I tugged on the string and it came untied. Dwane was watching me intently. Next with shaking hands I undid the tie that was around my back. I let the halter top fall into my hands and reached out and handed it to Dwane. My nipples were so hard they hurt. I was sitting in a black boy's car, topless and more excited than I could have ever imagined. Dwane reached behind us to his Gym bag and took out a school jersey. Before he handed it to me he lifted a phone and snapped a picture. I asked him what that was for and he told me it was for his posse. They all liked nice white tits. I blushed again at the thought of a group of black men all sitting and looking at me topless. I slipped the jersey on and it was huge. It was also mesh so up close, it hid very little. Dwane told me to face forward and he would help me out. I did so and he grabbed the jersey at the base of my back and bundled it up and tied it. The jersey was now three inches short of my skirt top and was pulled tight over my naked breasts. The arm holes were huge so almost the entire sides of my breasts were exposed. Dwane started the car and pulled my hand over to his lap. I found my hand on something that felt like my forearm under his basketball shorts. As I moved my hand the object stirred and twitched. I couldn't believe it. His cock was huge. I could feel my panties moisten even more. The ride was short. I sat still with my elbows pulled back and my hand in his lap. I finally slipped my hand down his leg and back up under his basketball shorts. I brushed the tips of my finger over the head of his engorged manhood. He twitched but stayed focused on the drive. We got to an apartment complex and Dwane pulled into a slot. We were soon out of the car and on our way up the stairs. He was holding my hand and leading me to an apartment on the second floor. Dwane reached over me and pushed open the unlocked door. I could hear people inside and began to worry, but my excitement out weighed my fear. We rounded the corner of the living room and I gasped. Sitting on the coach were three giant black men. I felt so vulnerable. What caused me to gasp was the picture on the TV screen. It was me standing topless in a parking garage. I was being broadcast on a 42 in Plasma TV in true HD. My nipples were hard and dusky. The look of lust was plain on my face. All the guys whooped when they saw me and started to say really nasty things to me and to Dwane. Dwane just smiled and told them "Dawg hang in there I needs to break her in first." He then led me speechless into a nearby bedroom. Dwane swung the door closed and sat on the bed. He pulled me between his knees and looked me in the eye. I felt the short zip on my skirt come down and it fell to the ground. The knot in the back of Dwane's jersey was loosened and the jersey was slipped over my head. I was now standing in just my thong, hi heels and jewelry. I knew I wanted this but now it seemed so scary. Dwane's massive hands coursed over my breasts. They flicked my tight little nipples. Dwane pulled me close and kissed me. It struck me as so odd that we could kiss while he was sitting and I was standing up. I felt pressure on my shoulders. I allowed myself to be put on my knees. I could see Dwane's massive bulge just inches from my face. With shaky hands I reached to his waist band and with help, tugged off his shorts. Dwane was nude underneath. His dick now presented itself right in front of me. It was still only partially hard and it's dark shaft was still expanding. It was topped in a giant mushroom shaped purple tip. I looked up at him as I stretched my lips over the crown. I could feel the spongy head compress to fit in my mouth. Dwane looked at me and said " Teacher you look good with a black cock stuck in your mouth." He lifted his cell phone and took another picture. In seconds I could hear the crowd cheer in the other room. I was humiliated and excited at the same time. The thought of those three blacks sitting and looking at me with the head of a black cock stuffed in my mouth caused my pussy to quiver. I was working as much of the cock into my mouth as I could. Dwane looked at me and said "put your hands behind your back bitch." I allowed my hands to trail down until they were behind my back and I clasped them together. I continued to work more of his cock with my mouth. Dwane took another picture and in seconds the men in the other room were hooting as another picture was transmitted to the TV. Dwane reached up and took my hair and bundled it up on top of my head and really started to fuck my mouth. I did the best I could but I still gagged. He was relentless and I could feel tears trickle down my cheeks as I choked on his cock. The cell phone clicked again but this time only an inch of his shaft was left. The rest was stuffed down my throat. I realized I had kept my hands firmly clasped behind my back for the entire throat fucking, a sign of total submission. Just as I felt Dwane start to twitch he pulled me off his cock and to my feet all by my hair. I let out a yelp of pain and as I did I heard the group again cheer. Dwane pushed me gently over the edge of the bed. His feet remained behind my hi heels and I was made to bend at the waist until my face was on the cool bedspread. Dwane said to me. "I am going to fuck that tight pussy for you Teach and when I am done I am going to let my posse fuck you to." I actually twitched through a tiny orgasm as I heard the cell phone snap again accompanied by the rousing cheer from the living room as my picture popped up on the screen. Dwane used his hand to slide the head of his massive cock over my pussy from behind then I felt pressure. He slid the head past my pussy lips and put a massive hand on my back and stopped. Again the cell phone clicked. His cock was truly massive. It stretched my pussy lips and I felt it bottom out. I had never experienced pressure like this in my cunt. I was worried I would tear. I felt myself begin to lubricate and soon Dwane had found a rhythm. I threw my head back and I heard deep moans of pure pleasure escape my mouth. Dwane had his massive hand on the small of my back and was pounding me hard. I felt his fingers tangle in my hair and soon found my head pulled up and back as he picked up the pace. I let out a guttural scream as I came on that giant black cock. I must have passed out from pleasure for a few seconds. When I came back Dwane was carefully rubbing the now slimy head of his dick over my tiny virgin asshole. I tried to wrestle away and as I whimpered and pleaded I heard the guys in the other room give off a cheer. I realized that somehow Dwane was still sending pictures of my defilement to his posse. His spongy head compressed and wedged in my pink pucker. Soon I felt searing pain and began to fight in earnest. Finally hs shaft passed the point of no return and he sank into me to the hilt. Strangely the pain subsided to be replaced with a general feeling of being full and pressure on my bowels. Soon he began his relentless pace and I was again, I was held to the bed by the powerful bull. It somehow began to build an odd sense of pleasure and soon I felt my now hypersensitive clit being ground into the rough bedspread. I finally reached back and pulled my cheeks apart with my hands to ease the chafing and allow hi even better access to my punished sphincter. The cheer went up again and I heard a woman scream and grunt in pleasure. The woman was me. Dwane was getting erratic. He pulled out of me and I felt a strange feeling of abandonment. I found myself on my knees at the foot of the bed and quickly being forcefed a slippery strangely smelly black monster. Dwane only got three strokes, as he pushed my head back to the edge of the bed, before he pulled out to blast my face and neck with gooey cum. I was still a quivering mass of female pleasure as I again heard the posse scream it's approval. Dwane threw me my panties and I wiped my face off. He slipped his shorts on and opened the door. I just stayed there on my knees. Dwane looked over his shoulder and I looked back and asked him to do me a favor. His reply was "anything teach" I gave him a phone number and asked him to send the pictures to my husband. He smiled and began working his phone keys. I smiled too as three of the biggest blackest cocks were offered to me right there on a weekday afternoon.