Mind the Teacher - Part 2 (Getting Even)
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WARNING -- This story contains sex with people of the cloth (Catholic). If this disturbs you, please don't read it. I also use the "N" word, but not to be derogatory against African Americans.
Mind Control, Humiliation, Public Sex, Hetero, Interracial, Woman/Multiple Men
Previous parts to this story - Part 1
Chapter 1
John Baxter smiled as he unconsciously drove his car over the familiar terrain between the school and his house. He realized how much fun teaching became after programming his students to want to learn. Suddenly, the serenity of the drive was abruptly interrupted by flashing lights in his rear view mirror. He pulled over and parked on the seldom used street and awaited the appearance of the policeman. He was not worried. A brief thought transmitted to the policeman would avoid any citation.
While considering his subliminal dialog options, John's thoughts were disturbed by a harsh woman's voice. He turned towards the open driver's window to find a policewoman scowling at him.
"License and registration!" she barked.
"What's the problem?" Baxter asked while studying her.
Although dressed in a masculine uniform, the young woman was very attractive. She was about 5'9" with short blonde hair tucked under her police hat, and very green eyes. Young, maybe 19 or 20. Probably fresh out of the academy. What really caught Baxter's interest was the very large breasts her tailored uniform shirt couldn't conceal.
"Mister, I'm not going to ask you again," she berated Baxter, "license and registration!"
John handed the documents to the policewoman and watched as she studied them. She was obviously new on the job and trying to impress her victim. Baxter didn't like the way she treated him and decided to teach her a lesson.
"Do you know what the speed limit is on this street?" she almost shouted.
"Thirty-five," John calmly replied out loud and then transmitted a thought to the unsuspecting rookie, "Mr. Baxter was driving 35 miles per hour."
"Well, you were doing 35," she admonished him and then stood by confused. Her mind was racing. She tried to remember why she pulled him over. After all, he was doing the speed limit.
"Why did you pull me over?" John toyed with her.
"I, uh, because you, uh," she stammered until Baxter transmitted a thought to her, "because I want to suck your cock." The words that came from her mouth shocked the policewoman who tried to recover, "I-I-I m-m-mean I, uh, thought...thought you were speeding."
"Your desire for Mr. Baxter is very strong," John projected to her defenseless mind, "and you must suck his cock. If you don't feel it in your mouth you will go mad. You must suck his cock."
The policewoman slid her upper body through the car window and frantically fumbled with John's belt. Once the belt was undone, the button and zipper were easily opened. As Baxter lifted off the seat, the policewoman lowered his pants and underwear, uncovering his cock. When she saw it, she leaned forward and stuffed it in her mouth. Her lips and tongue worked relentlessly on the soft organ causing it to quickly harden in her mouth.
While enjoying the lewd act, Baxter looked at the woman's body - half in and half outside his car. He wondered what people thought who observed the spectacle. An officer's butt sticking out a car window with her feet dangling off the ground. Baxter's attention was brought back to the inside of the car by the hot mouth wrapped around his throbbing cock. He watched the policewoman's head bob up and down on his dick. He was amazed that her hat stayed on her head. She gagged each time she deep throated him, but the desire to have his entire organ in her mouth was overpowering. Ultimately, probably as a survival mechanism, she learned to loosen her throat muscles and let the long hard cock slide into her throat.
Baxter couldn't hold back any longer and began shooting his cum down her throat. The policewoman swallowed the sperm without slowing down. She continued to suck, lick, and bob her head mercilessly.
"Stop!" Baxter yelled when he finished his orgasm, but the policewoman continued to suck his now overly sensitive cock. Then he realized she wasn't programmed to follow his orders. The only subliminal message he gave her was to suck his cock.
He quickly sent a message, "Stop sucking Baxter's cock."
Almost immediately the policewoman released his dick and lowered her feet to the ground while still leaning inside the car. She stared dumbly at Baxter not understanding why she performed oral sex on him. Helplessly confused and embarrassed, she suddenly knew what to do.
"Sit in the passenger seat and do whatever Baxter tells you to do," was the message that allowed her immobile body to move.
The policewoman's hat fell onto Baxter's lap as she banged her head backing out of the car window. John chuckled at the irony. All the while she was sucking his cock her head was moving rapidly up and down and from side to side. The hat stayed in place. Yet the simple task of withdrawing from the window caused it to fall off.
When the policewoman was seated in the strange car she apprehensively looked at the man she pulled over. She saw her hat resting peacefully in his lap, knowing that his exposed cock was under it. The cock she sucked to orgasm. She wanted to grab her hat and run to her patrol car, but instead, for a reason she didn't understand, she waiting for instructions.
"That was very nicely done, Miss, uh, Officer Whitting," John said reading her name pinned above a very large breast, "Do you suck cock often?"
"Oh no, that was the first time."
"Come now," John said impatiently, "you're a beautiful woman. Why haven't you sucked a cock before?"
The woman stared blankly at the stranger. She had a secret that she felt compelled to tell him. She fought to hold it back, but finally blurted out, "I prefer girls."
Baxter smiled. A lesbian sucked him off like a nymphomaniac.
"You swallowed my cum. Did you like the taste?"
"No, it was horrible."
"So you're a lesbian. What a waste. Well, let's see what your girlfriends see. Unbutton your shirt and open your bra."
"I can't do that here. Someone may see," she protested while her hands undid the buttons and unclasped the front locking bra.
"Now squeeze them for me. Turn yourself on like when you begin a masturbation session."
Startled, the policewoman felt her hands on her bare breasts. She didn't even remember opening her shirt. John watched as her fingers kneaded her soft flesh. She pinched her nipples and then raised them to her mouth. She alternated between tits, first sucking one nipple and then the other. When the nipples hardened and extended to about an inch, Baxter heard her moan.
John had to touch them. He reached over and grabbed her left tit. She instinctively pulled back. "Let me do anything I want to your body," Baxter ordered her subconscious. This time when his hand touched her soft skin, Officer Whitting reluctantly accepted it. While squeezing both tits, Baxter told the policewoman to remove her slacks and panties. Then he had her turn towards him with her back against the car door and spread her legs.
The policewoman was practically naked. Something she was cognizant of as she kept looking out the car windows in all directions. Her breasts were visible through the opening in her shirt and, with her slacks and panties piled on the floor, the only other article of clothing worn were her blue socks.
"Finger yourself," Baxter commanded.
As her hand obediently followed the order, Officer Whitting implored, "Please, not here. Not in the open. Someone will see."
Baxter ignored her plea and watched as her experienced hands manipulated her cunt. Her long slender finger gently brushed the length of the slit, stimulating the nerve endings. With each stroke her finger sunk further into the crack. Then, when the policewoman was well lubricated, she slid her middle finger inside her hole and began lightly moving it around. John was so focused on her cunt that he didn't even notice her other hand squeezing her tits and nipples. When her breathing became erratic Officer Whitting lowered that hand to join the other between her legs. It found her clit and began rubbing it while she continued to finger fuck herself with her other hand. John knew she was ready to cum.
"What's going on here?"
Baxter looked up in the direction of the voice and saw a boy, 18 or 19 years old, looking in the passenger window at the masturbating policewoman. He sent a message first to the boy, "Take your cock out of your pants and lean against the open window with your cock sticking through." Then to the policewoman, "Suck the boy's cock while you masturbate."
When the boy's hard-on was thrust through the window, Office Whitting turned her head and engulfed it. When her mouth started sucking, the teenager began ramming it in and out of her mouth. Baxter heard his lower body banging against the car with each jab. The sight was very erotic. The policewoman was sprawled in the passenger seat with her head turned to the side. The young cock was being shoved in and out of her mouth with such force that her tits jiggled. Meanwhile, Office Whitting's hands were busy between her legs.
Experiencing his first blowjob, the boy came quickly. Even if Baxter hadn't heard his grunts he would have known he came by the movement of the lesbian's adam's apple as she swallowed her second load of male cum.
Officer Whitting released the young cock as she felt her orgasm approaching. "Uhh, aahhh, oohhh, aaaaaahhhhhh," she groaned as the excess cum drooled from her open mouth.
John was fascinated. The woman's entire body shuddered as she climaxed. Her thighs came together trapping her hands between them. Her face became taut and her mouth opened wide. John watched her body shake, and the white jism drip from her chin onto her large breasts.
By the time she opened her eyes, Baxter already sent a message to the boy to put his dick back in his pants and be on his way. When the policewoman came to her senses she quickly looked through the window, but only saw an empty sidewalk. She ran her tongue through the cum on her lower lip and chin to validate the boy's existence.
"Fuck yourself with your nightstick."
Officer Whitting untangled her pants on the floor and retrieved the long nightstick. She slid it into her well lubricated pussy and began thrusting it in and out with both hands. Each time it penetrated she grunted, "huh." Baxter gently rubbed his hard cock as he looked at the policewoman, legs widely spread, ramming the hard stick in and out of her cunt.
When the woman grunted faster, "huh...huh...huh...huh," Baxter knew she was close to another orgasm. He told her to remove the night stick. As she reluctantly pulled the shiny wooden object out of her juicy pussy she cried, "No, I have to cum," and, dropping the club to the floor, replaced it with her fingers. Baxter leaned over the masturbating woman and put her hat back on. Then, while leaning over her, he moved her hands aside and tried to enter her.
"No, no," she exclaimed, "you can't fuck me. Not a man. Never!"
The lesbian fought valiantly until her brain received a message, "You will not try to stop me from fucking you." Immediately, Office Whitting arms and legs stopped flaying.
This time when Baxter positioned his hard cock at the entrance to the policewoman's wet pussy it slipped in easily. He saw the disgust in her eyes. She loathed men and now one was fucking her. John realized why she was so rude to him when he was pulled over. He was about ready to transmit a message for her to fuck him back, but he thought the least she enjoyed it the better the punishment would be. He pounded away at the lifeless body beneath him, powerless to stop her violation.
"I'm gonna cum," John announced.
"Oh god no," Office Whitting shrieked, "not in me. You can't get me pregnant."
John saw the fear in the lesbian's face and felt a wave of compassion. He quickly grabbed her hat and, turning it upside down, pulled his cock from her cunt and pointed it at the hat. After a few wanks, he erupted. When Baxter stopped cumming he looked inside the hat. A puddle of sperm covered the lining. He carefully placed the hat on the dashboard and got dressed. He told the policewoman to also get dressed.
After they were both decent, Baxter stood next to the policewoman alongside his car. He told her she was punished for being a bitch. Then he sent a subliminal message for her to be polite to all those she pulled over, regardless of gender.
Reaching inside the car he retrieved the policewoman's hat. Holding it in front of her he showed her the liquid pool of cum. "Don't move," he said, and then quickly flipped the hat over and placed it snugly on her head. The policewoman felt the slimy goo slide over her hair. The tight fit kept it from escaping out the sides.
"If I were you," Baxter began, "I wouldn't take your hat off until your shift was over and you were in the privacy of your home. It would be kind of hard to explain the mess in your hair." Then he transmitted another message, "You will not go home or wash your hair until your normal shift is finished."
Baxter drove off all smiles. Officer Whitting drove off humiliated.
Chapter 2
"Mr. Baxter," Heather said as she freed his cock from her sucking mouth. Taking quick breaks during the blowjob she added, "I need to," slurp, slurp, "talk to you," slurp, slurp, "about something."
John looked at the lovely young girl kneeling between his legs. He never tired of watching her small mouth swallow his large cock. Her head bobbed up and down. She released him one more time and started talking, "I spoke...."
Baxter interrupted her, "Heather, don't keep stopping. My god, I'm almost there. Let it wait."
Heather stuffed the large organ into her mouth and did as she was told. She gave her full attention to the task at hand. While engulfing his dick in her mouth, the now very experienced cocksucker swirled her tongue around the shaft and sensitive head. She knew exactly what her teacher liked. In between licks she sucked the organ so hard her cheeks collapsed inward. She felt the cock throb and knew her older lover was close to climaxing. When she felt his hips thrust forward and heard him grunt she began to rapidly move her head up and down, dragging her lips along the surface.
"Oh Jesus, that's it. Yes, yes, do it. Oh shit, suck me. Oh, oh, aaahhh, aaaaaahhhhhh."
Heather felt her lover's juice splash against the roof of her mouth. She eagerly swallowed the sperm. When Baxter stopped cumming she gently sucked his shrinking cock waiting patiently for him to recover. John opened his eyes and saw the young student looking up at him with his softening dick in her mouth.
"What did you want to tell me before?" the concerned teacher asked.
"Well, I..uh..you see," Heather stumbled, "I went to confession the other day and Father O'Malley said I was a bad girl."
"He what!" the startled teacher exploded, "What do you mean 'bad'? You're not bad."
"I, uh, told him I was having sex and he said that I was a bad girl for doing that out of wedlock."
"Well, we'll just have to pay Father O'Malley a visit," Baxter said indignantly.
They arrived at the church and waited for all the other sinners to finish their confessions, and then the two of them squeezed into the small booth adjacent to the priest's. Heather was instructed to tell the priest some of the more juicy things she and Baxter did, but never mention who she did it with.
"Forgive me Father, for I have sinned," the young girl nervously began, "I sucked my lover's cock last night."
"You what?" the startled priest exclaimed, not expecting to hear such an explicit account.
"I sucked his cock. You know, I put his dick in my mouth and got it hard with my lips and tongue. Then I sucked him off."
"Don't you have any shame?" the priest tried to reason, "don't use that language in church."
"But Father, that's what I did. I loved it. I remember how his skin felt against my tongue and how it throbbed inside my mouth. And when he came. Mmmmmm, yum, yum. I loved drinking his cum."
"Stop it right now," the distraught priest beseeched, "Don't say another word. You've said too much already."
At that point John Baxter interjected. He sent a message to the priest, "Father O'Malley, you want the girl to tell you more about her sexual experiences. In your mind you will be able to visualize what she says and it will turn you on. Each description will get you more and more sexually excited. You will get to the point where you will have to relieve your sexual tension."
The silence was broken by the confused priest, "Child, please continue. I want you to tell me exactly what you did. Tell me everything."
Heather continued her very explicit confession. She described how her lover ate her out and what it felt like. Soft moaning was heard coming from the adjacent booth.
"Is there anything wrong, Father?"
"No...no, nothing at all," the priest replied in a strained voice, "please continue."
"Tell her what you're feeling and what you are doing in there. Don't hold anything back."
Heather continued her confession, "After he got my pussy real wet he crawled up between my legs and inserted his hard cock inside my cunt. With one thrust he was buried all the way. I felt his balls slap against me."
"Oh wow," the excited priest bellowed, "that's so hot. I can see him entering you. Stretching your little vagina. I'm so hot I'm rubbing my penis right now."
"You are," the startled girl exclaimed, "I didn't know priests did that."
I have to, my child. I don't know why, but I'm so excited that I have to relieve myself. I have my penis out of my pants and am rubbing it with my hand. Quick, tell me more. I need to hear more."
Heather told the priest how good the fucking felt. When she informed him that her girlfriend entered the room, stripped naked, and sat on her face while her lover fucked her, louder noises where heard next door.
"I love eating pussy and my girlfriend's is the best. She rubbed her juicy pussy all over my face, getting me all wet."
"Oh no, no, no," Father O'Malley cried as his orgasm began, "forgive me. Oh, oh, oh. Oooohhhhhhh."
"Father, Father, is everything all right?" the concerned teenager asked.
After a pause, the priest answered honestly as he was programmed to do, "Yes, child. You turned me on so much, and I rubbed my penis so hard, that I shot my stuff all over the booth. There's white stuff on the wall and floor and my clothes. Jesus, it's dripping from the ceiling. I shot my sperm all the way to the ceiling."
"Tell me Father, what should I do for my sins."
"Child, you did not sin. You were acting out of love and that is not a sin. Now go in peace."
Baxter smiled as he heard the words he implanted in the priest's brain spoken out loud.
"What are you going to do now?" the concerned girl asked her priest.
"I'm going to jerk off again. What do you think? I'm so hot, I can't stand it."
Then, to even Baxter's surprise, Heather said in a soft voice, "Can I watch?"
"Yes...yes, you can watch. Hurry up. Oh Jesus. Oh god."
The two sinners left their tight compartment and slightly opened the priest's door. Peering in they saw an amazing sight. The normally reserved priest was madly pumping his hard cock sticking out of his robe. Splashes of sperm covered his clothing -- some clinging to his hair.
"I'm so hot," Father O'Malley almost yelled, "Oh Jesus, help me cum."
Suddenly a soft woman's voice came from behind the voyeurs, "Can I help you?"
John and Heather turned to face a young nun standing right behind them. The teenage girl was bewildered, but Baxter thought quickly and swung the confessional door completely open. The nun's jaw dropped as her mouth opened in shock when she saw Father O'Malley frantically pounding his meat. Before she could turn away, the priest's cock erupted. A long string of sperm flew straight up and allowed gravity to pull it back down onto his lap. As he kept rubbing his cock it moved recklessly, shooting jism in all directions like a machine gun out of control. Sperm hit the priest in the face, shot onto the walls, and one long stream flew through the doorway onto the nun's habit.
"Father, what are you doing?" the perplexed nun asked, "Oh lord, oh lord, oh lord."
Baxter looked at the startled nun. She was young and pretty. As she stared at the white goo on her clothing, Baxter sent her a message, "Sister, you wonder what that tastes like. You must find out."
To John's amusement and Heather's shock, the nun scooped the cum off her clothes with her finger and stuffed it in her mouth. They watched as she slowly sucked and swooshed it around her mouth as if tasting a fine wine. Not having a large enough sample to satisfy her, she entered the small room, located a large glob on the priest's shoulder, and placed her mouth over it. After licking the sperm off the priest's clothing she turned to face the strangers with cum covering her nose and lips. When her tongue appeared and licked the excess cum off her lips, Heather gasped.
Baxter simply asked, "How does it taste, Sister?"
"Well..I..uh..I don't know. Bitter. Salty. Why am I doing this?"
All the while poor Father O'Malley continued to jerk off. After 30 years of not cumming, his latent demand was overpowering. "Oh no, here it comes again," he announced."
"Sister, the best way to taste a man's sperm is directly from his penis. Put your mouth over Father O'Malley's penis and let him shoot his sperm into your mouth."
When the nun heard this message she reacted immediately. Dropping to her knees between the spread legs of the priest, she engulfed his exposed cock with her mouth. The sight was amazing. Father O'Malley sat in a confessional booth pumping his cock into the nun's mouth. Both dressed in their traditional black uniforms. The nun crossed her eyes as she watched the priest's fist pumping his cock. When she looked up at Father O'Malley's face, her eyes begged him not to do what she couldn't resist - cum in her mouth. When Father O'Malley finally came, the young student and her teacher watched the expression on the nun's face. Her eyes got real wide and her cheeks bulged. Each time the priest slid his hand up his cock it was apparent that he was feeding her another load of cum. When the priest stopped cumming Sister Francis stood up to face the two observers with her mouth full of the priest's sperm. She held it there for a while until ultimately swallowing it. The expression on her face indicated how much she detested doing it.
"Let's go. I think these two want to be alone," Baxter said to the still shocked teenager as he grabbed her arm and walked out the church. The two members of the clergy simply stared at each other. Father O'Malley was seated, legs sprawled, with his now soft cock lying across his thigh. He was exhausted. Sister Francis looked at the priest she had previously considered saintly. She tasted the remains of his cum in her mouth and looked at his exposed member. She had her lips wrapped around it. He masturbated into her mouth. She quickly turned and ran to her room to pray for forgiveness. The relationship between Father O'Malley and Sister Francis would never be the same.
Chapter 3
"John...John...Hey John, wake up!" Steve Johnson shouted to get a response from his friend. They were sitting in the Teacher's Lounge, but Baxter was deep in thought. He was reminiscing about getting even with the bitchy policewoman and the priest who frightened his young lover.
Then his bliss was disturbed by someone calling his name. "Huh...What...Oh Steve, I didn't see you come in," he grudgingly responded.
"Wake up man. You seem to be a million miles away. I haven't seen you in ages. How are you doing? How's Suzanne?"
All of a sudden Baxter's expression changed. With everything going on lately he completely forgot about his girlfriend. "Some girlfriend," he thought, "fucking that guy like a slut. I'll get even with her. They fucked like animals. That's it. She'll be sorry for cheating on me."
John made small talk with his friend Steve, but his mind was elsewhere. He began planning his revenge.
Even when they were going together, the one thing Baxter detested about Suzanne was her prejudice against African Americans. She grew up in a small Southern town and learned to hate Blacks from birth. She felt superior to them and was abhorred when one simply brushed against her.
That night, John returned to the school where he knew Tyrone, the Black custodian would be finishing his work. When he located the janitor he sent him a subliminal message, "Tyrone, you will do whatever Mr. Baxter tells you to do."
"Hello Tyrone."
"Oh, hello Mista Baxter. What brings you'z here at this hour?"
"I need a strong man to help me with a little problem I have."
"I'm your man, Mista Baxter. Juss tell me what'z to do."
John looked at the large powerful Black man. He was 6' 5" and weighed roughly 240 pounds. His hard life made him look a lot older than his 45 years. His clothes were dirty and ragged and he was in need of a shower. He was the poor uneducated Black man that Suzanne despised.
John drove Tyrone to Suzanne's house. When he arrived he noticed an unfamiliar car in the driveway. Like before, he quietly let himself into the house with his key. He listened for noises and silently guided Tyrone to Suzanne's bedroom. John peeked through the open door.
John saw his "girlfriend" sitting on the side of her bed with her legs spread wide apart. A man was kneeling on the floor with his face buried in her pussy.
"Oh, Fred. You eat me so good," Suzanne acknowledged her new lover.
John walked into the bedroom and sent Suzanne a message, "Suzanne, you will see me, but you will not be able to move or say anything about me being in the room. You will not stop your lovemaking." And then he transmitted a message to the man, "Fred, you will not notice another man in the room, no matter what he does or says."
John quietly walked behind his ex-girlfriend's new lover and watched him eat her out. When Suzanne opened her eyes she saw her boyfriend standing right behind the man licking her pussy. She opened her mouth to scream, but nothing came out. John saw fear and embarrassment in Suzanne's eyes. John knelt next to Fred and positioned his head right next to the other man's. He was inches from Suzanne's pussy and watched Fred's tongue lick her all over. John observed Fred's tongue slide between his girlfriend's pussy lips. When his tongue touched her clitoris, Suzanne jerked her hips. John got even closer to watch Fred spread her cunt lips apart and enter her cunthole with his tongue. John noticed the juices on Fred's tongue each time he withdrew and knew Suzanne was very excited. Although Suzanne was wrapped up in the cunt licking she was receiving, a part of her couldn't understand why Fred didn't see John.
Baxter left the room. While he was away, Suzanne began to question her sanity. Was she hallucinating? How could John have been in the room without Fred seeing him?
John returned with Tyrone in tow.
Suzanne screamed, "What's that nigger doing in here?"
Just as Fred turned towards Tyrone, Baxter sent him a message, "The Black man is supposed to be here. Continue making love to Suzanne."
Fred's eyes showed his confusion, but he simply returned to eating his girlfriend's pussy.
"Suzanne," Baxter transmitted, "Fred is not satisfying you. You are sexually aroused, but need more than what Fred is giving you. You are turned on by this big Black man. You know that he is the only one who can completely satisfy your sexual urges. You will do whatever it takes to get him to satisfy you."
Tyrone followed Baxter's orders and got onto the bed next to the naked young white woman. He was confused, but knew it was the right thing to do. It was expected of him.
Suzanne looked at the dirty, enormous Black man on his knees next to her. She felt disgust towards him, but had an unexplained desire for him. She reached out and frantically struggled to open his belt. When Tyrone realized what she was doing he completed the task for her. He quickly removed his shoes, pants, and underwear. Suzanne and John gasped at the same time when they saw Tyrone's massive cock freed from his clothing. He was hung like a horse. His semi-hard cock hung halfway down his thigh.
Suzanne pulled Tyrone over her head so that his knees straddled her face. She reached up and cautiously touched the strange black cock. She started to stroke the massive meat until it hardened. "Oh my god, what am I doing?" Suzanne thought as she continued to jerk the Black man off. When some pre-cum dripped onto her face, she pulled the cock to her lips. She kissed and licked the dick. She was both sickened and turned on by the taste. She opened her mouth and let the black dick slide inside. When she closed her lips around the very large cock and began sucking, Tyrone began humping her mouth.
Fred heard the slurping sounds and looked up. The first thing he saw was Tyrone's ass. Then he looked between the man's legs and saw his dick sliding in and out of Suzanne's mouth.
"Suzanne, what the fuck are you doing?" he screamed.
Baxter sent Fred some messages that let him know that he found Suzanne's acts disgusting, but he could not stop her from doing it. Fred watched helplessly.
Suzanne grabbed Tyrone's cock with both hands and rubbed it while she sucked. Tyrone continued to actively pump his dick in and out of Suzanne's mouth. Suzanne found Tyrone's cock larger than any man's she ever had. The Black man also discharged more pre-cum. Suzanne's mouth kept filling up with the pre-cum causing her to continually swallow. Finally Tyrone lowered his hips and lunged forward. Suzanne's eyes opened very wide as his first load of cum shot into her mouth. Load after load was swallowed by Suzanne, however, the volume was too great. Occasionally her mouth filled and, to keep from drowning, she'd cough up the Black man's sperm which caused it to splatter over her face. When Tyrone finished cumming, he backed away from Suzanne, pulling his cock from her mouth. A long stream of cum stretched from his cock to her lips.
John reveled in the sight. His ex-girlfriend lay on the bed with a poor Black man's cum on her face and lips. Her legs were still wide apart with her lover kneeling between them staring at her in complete shock. Fred felt rage towards Suzanne. How could she do this?
When Tyrone moved aside, Fred jumped onto the bed and straddled Suzanne's face. He forced his dick into her mouth, grabbed her hair, and began fucking her mouth. This was not done with kindness or love. He was raping her mouth -- punishing her. Suzanne fought and squirmed, trying to get him off her, but he was too strong. When she started to punch him, he pinned her arms down with his knees. He pumped his dick into her mouth like an animal.
"Funny," John thought, "I said they fucked like animals."
After several more thrusts, some of which caused Suzanne to gag, Fred came. After the first two loads were deposited into Suzanne's mouth, Fred pulled out and sprayed her face with the rest.
When Fred got off the bed, Suzanne yelled at him, "Get out of here you fucking animal. You disgust me. The only one who can satisfy me is the nigger."
John took pleasure watching cum spew from Suzanne's mouth while she screamed and how it bubbled at her lips. Then she called Tyrone over to her.
When Tyrone approached the side of the bed, Suzanne once again rubbed his massive cock. Soon he was as hard as before. Suzanne pulled him on top of her. She reached down and guided his long, hard black dick into her cunt. As soon as Tyrone felt the soft opening, he pushed forward. Fred and John watched the large black man try to stuff his massive cock into the small white Southern woman.
"Oh god, you're too big," Suzanne cried as Tyrone tried to enter her.
Tyrone, however, ignored her cries. He was compelled to fuck the white woman. He didn't know why, but he had to do it. Slowly, he pushed an inch at a time into her stretched cunt.
"Oooo it hurts. I can't take any more. Oh no...no more."
Suzanne's cries were in conflict with her actions. Although she continued to tell Tyrone to stop, her legs wrapped around his body and pulled him towards her. Finally, Tyrone got about 10 inches of his thick hard meat into her pussy and began fucking in earnest.
Suzanne was horrified. She was doing the unthinkable. She was fucking a dirty nigger. She felt his long thick cock pound her pussy. How could she be doing this? It's disgusting. But at the same time she was more excited than ever before. Her pussy was filled completely. The man's cock was longer and thicker than any of her previous lovers. It was painful for Suzanne, but at the same time, very erotic.
Tyrone pounded her with pure lust. Suzanne closed her eyes trying to forget it was a Black man fucking her, but his awful body odor was a constant reminder. She opened her eyes to see Tyrone's face above hers. Suzanne was about to cum when she felt Tyrone push forward and force another 3 inches into her cunt. She never had anything that big in her. She was filled more than every before and knew that a normal man's cock would never again satisfy her. When she felt the first load of sperm enter her, she wrapped her legs around her abuser and experienced the most intensive orgasm of her life.
"Yes, fuck me. Shove your big cock in me. It's like fucking a horse. Fill me with your nigger sperm. I feel it in me. Yes, that's it. It's filling me up. Keep shooting. Oh, god, there's so much. I'm so hot. I'm gonna cum. Oh god. Yes...yes...yes. Aaaahhhhhhh.
This was too much for Fred. He put his clothing on as quickly as he could and ran from the house.
John waited until Tyrone withdraw. He watched the man's cock escape from the ravaged cunt, exposing the widely stretched hole. A large amount of sperm poured out of her cunt and ran down her ass.
"My God," John thought, "I can't believe how much Tyrone came. No wonder Suzanne couldn't swallow it all before."
He then flipped Suzanne onto her stomach with her legs hanging from the bed. This made her ass a perfect target. Suzanne's asshole was very wet from Tyrone's cum dripping out of her pussy. John placed his cock at her virgin asshole and pushed in. Suzanne let out a grunt as he drove his dick all the way in. John held onto Suzanne's hips and fucked her ass relentlessly. He was not trying to please her. He was getting his revenge.
"Stop it! Stop it!" Suzanne screamed, "Get out of my fucking ass."
Baxter ignored her pleas. He viciously rammed his hard meat into her tight asshole. Finally, all that he recently witnessed, and the tightness of her ass, caused him to orgasm. When he withdrew, he saw his white sperm spill out of her ass.
He flipped Suzanne over, positioning her on the floor with her back against the bed. He forced his dirty dick into her mouth. Suzanne didn't need to be told what to do. She began sucking and licking his dick clean. That's all John intended to do, but he quickly got hard again. While Suzanne sucked him, he pumped his shaft. He was ready to cum again. He pulled his dick out of her mouth and continued to jerk off. He let stream after stream of cum cover her face, eyes, mouth, and hair.
When he looked down at Suzanne he realized what she just went through. Three men came in her mouth and on her face, one came in her cunt, and one in her ass. She was a mess and totally exhausted.
John then sent a message to the woman who cheated on him, "Suzanne, you are depraved. You only get satisfaction from having sex with Black men. Even though it repulses you, you will continue having sex with Black men in order to get sexual satisfaction. Anytime a Black man propositions you, you will have to do what he says. You will also seek out Black men and seduce them. You will let them treat you like the slut you are. Suzanne, you will always remember I was here and I saw you fuck the Black man. You will feel the depravity, but never tell anyone I was here, and you will never retaliate."
As he and Tyrone walked out, he heard his exhausted ex-girlfriend weeping.
THE END
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