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 My wife volunteers as sex education teacher By Bhuralund@gmail.com

   My wife volunteers as a childcare assistant in a kindergarten that
offers free childcare for children from disturbed homes.  Many of these
innocent children come from abusive and broken homes - many parents are in
prisons for crimes, many elder siblings are in corrective homes, and many
have suffered violence at the hands of their caregivers.  My wife,
soft-hearted and caring as she is, decided to give some of her love to
these children.  The same organization that runs this kindergarten also
runs an adult education centre for minors and ex-inmates.  During the
two-month long winter holidays, the organization was short of staff and
transferred my wife to the other centre.  She was getting bored at home
anyway so decided to take up the offer.  She was working part-time in the
afternoons so when she got free, it was convenient for me to pick her up
from the centre.  That way we also got to spend some "quality" talk time
with each other.

   The second week, she informed me, with a rather worrisome expression,
that she was assigned to cover another colleague for the sex education
class for some of the minor delinquents on Friday.  I was very amused
because my wife is very conservative and although we have been married for
five years, we only have sex once in a month and that too missionary style
with all lights out.  I don't even think she knows enough about sex herself
so I was wondering what exactly she would have taught the poor kids.  She
only said that she was relieved it was only one day so somehow she hoped
she would get through.  I hoped so too.

   Fortunately for me, my company observed "family-friendly" Friday and I
was let off after lunch to spend some loving time with family.  But since
my wife - my only family - was busy teaching sex education to minor
delinquents (ha ha) I spent some time in a bookstore nearby.  But by 4pm I
was bored to death and decided to see if she was free earlier.  I drove to
her centre and walked in.  The reception was closed and a sign proclaimed
that the "regular" classes finished at noon.  "If you have an extra class,
please proceed to your training room," ended the handwritten message.

   I walked around trying to look for my wife's extra class.  The entire
centre was shut it seemed to me (although I remembered seeing an old
security guard half snoozing outside in his cabin) as most of the doors
were locked.  Then I heard some sounds from the last room.  The wooden door
was shut but I distinctly heard my wife's soft voice explaining (with a
tinge of embarrassment) how the male sex organs were used for sexual
intercourse.  I heard some other voices but couldn't hear clearly.  I
decided to try the door of the next room.  With some clever use of credit
card, I managed to open the lock and went inside.  The dark room had no
connecting door but if I stood up on the last desk (desks and chairs were
arranged in a classroom style) I could peek in through the glass panels on
the top of the wall.

   It was amusing setting.  There were only three men besides my wife in
the room.  Two boys - they looked tall, athletic and lean, but it was
evident they were very young - and an old man.  They three also looked very
alike each other.  And as I found out, they were indeed related.  The old
man - white tight curls shone on his head, and I assumed his age to be
about 70 - was the grandfather of the two boys.  He was shaking his head at
my wife's explanation.  "For fuck's sake don't muddle my boys head by this
rubbish.  I was dead against this sex fucking education thing right from
the very beginning.  And I am glad I insisting on coming along with them.
So please white lady, cut the crap and get to the basics and better make it
fast for we are getting late for my beer session."

   "Mr Leroy," my wife pleaded, "Please let me finish these slides and then
you all can go.  I promise I will finish everything in less than one hour."

   The old man cursed the society and slumped down in his chair.  He was
wearing a pair of tennis shorts and a singlet.  The boys were similarly
attired the only difference was in the brands of their clothes.  The three
men were facing me (but I don't think they could have seen me because of
the darkness in "my" room).  "Like I was saying, when a man wants to be
intimate with his wife, blood starts filling his penis and it becomes
straight..."

   "Fuck," one of the boys exclaimed and punched his brother in the ribs.
They laughed.  The old man winked at them, burped loudly, and said, "Your
little fuck-heads just let the lady finish this off and I promise you a
beer each."

   "Mr Leroy, I don't think you should be offering your grandsons any
alcohol..."

   "Oh please...just finish your shit quickly," the old man cut her off and
started scratching his balls.  Then he spread his legs really wide and
slumped some more.  I noticed there was something moving inside his loose
shorts.  Then realized it was his black uncut penis poking its soft head.
Just an inch but distinctly visible.  It was my turn to say "oh fuck."

   "Lady?" one of the boys raised his voice, "you said when the blood fills
in and makes the cock straight.  Right?" She nodded.  "But you see," he
continued, "my cock doesn't remain straight you know?  It's kinda
curvey....like very curvey."

   "What do you mean, James?"

   "Grandpa?" James looked at the old man for support, "she don't get it."
"Show her you little perv...that's the only way they get it."

   "See here lady," James peeled his short down.  There was no underwear
underneath.  It was too shocking for me.  It must have been worse for my
wife.  The young skinny boy - oh did I forget to tell you that the three
were absolutely, jet black?  - standing there in front of my wife with his
shorts down at his ankles and his singlet pulled up.  A half hard black
cock was slowly rising up, like a coiled snake hissing towards its prey. 
It really looked like a black spitting snake.  The uncut skin flickering
out with each jerk of his hardening black cock and little droplets of
fresh, transparent precum dripping on his shorts with each movement.  It
was really curvey like the boy said and as it grew its curvature became
more pronounced.  It was like a bent banana, some skin peeling back to show
the juicy spongy fruit inside, only it was a jet black banana.

   "Oh my god.  Jesus Christ!" my wife proclaimed in vain.  The stick in
her hand was trembling uncontrollably.  "Please put your penis inside. 
Please I beg of you.  Please at this instance, put it inside."

   "Grandpa, she wants me to put it inside.  Shall I?" James asked his old
man who was grinning ear to ear and slowly rubbing his own penis.  "You
heard the lady," he said, "and if you are a gentleman, you better do what
she asking of you."

   James stepped out of his shorts and moved towards my wife, who was just
a few feet away anyway.  I watched dumbfounded but it was like my hands and
feet and tongue were glued to their respective spots.  The only thing that
was not glued and was moving was my own six-inch long cock.  It was already
nearing its hardest.

   "I said put that thing inside NOW," my wife screamed.  "That's what I am
gonna do lady, now don't get hysterical," James said and pumped his curvey
black snake rapidly, making it even harder.  "Then why are you coming
closer to me?" my wife asked.  "Well, stupid white lady, first you say put
it inside and then you say don't come closer...I'll be damned if I can put
my nine inch black cock inside your pussy from two feet away...I know I am
kinda big but not that big," James said as he sidled next to her and
pinched her cheeks with his hand which was rubbing his leaking cock just a
second ago.  A little wetness spread on my wife's face.  In her flurry, she
accidentally pressed the remote mouse a few times and coincidentally the
actual slide showing an illustration of how a hard cock penetrates a pussy
came on alive.

   James looked at the slide and laughed an evil laugh.  "Fucking white
trash, you think we black boys need sex education from some damned pussy
like you?  You slut, I am supposed be doing time for raping my sister's
friend.  I know how to make babies.  I don't need any instruction from you.
But maybe you need to learn how to deliver a child through your white trash
pussy," James said and pulled at my wife's skirt.  She yelled.  She would
have yelled again but then she never got the chance.  By then the other
brother, Carl, rose up and held her neck with his thick forearm, nudging
her soft skin with a sharp knife, "One more word and I will slit your
throat bitch."

   That shut her up.

   James laughed towards his grandpa, "Pa shall Carl and I open her up for
ya?" Leroy sniggered, "what are you two dick-heads waiting for.  Rip her
pussy."

   James stepped back and ordered my wife to take off her clothes.  Her
only hesitation died the moment Carl poked a drop of blood from her neck.
Then she was like putty in their hands.  She took off her blouse, one
button at a time.  Then, she unzipped her skirt from the back and let it
fall down.  She stepped out of the tangle of the skirt and unclasped her
bra.  Then she bent down - her back conveniently facing the three fuckers -
as she peeled her white cotton panties.  Whoa.  I wanted to go down on my
knees and kiss the three black cocks for they made me see my wife's
glorious hairy pussy in broad day light for the first time.  Brown tufts of
pussy hair fanned out like a peacock.  Her slightly sagging breasts juggled
with each move.

   James moved ahead and tweaked her brown nipples till they became angry
red.  My wife stood without an expression although her nipples hardened
like rock pebbles.  James bent down and started suckling her heavy breast
like a new born.  A sigh escaped my wife's prim and proper mouth.  Just
then, Carl, who had removed his shorts and singlet, came forward, his
enormous black cock - much bigger and much thicker than his age - hobbled
down with its heavy weight.  He too started sucking her other breast like
his brother.  I tweaked my nipples through my shirt.

   After five minutes of breast sucking, my wife's hands rose involuntarily
and held the two negro-boys' heads like a mother - like a mother in lust.
She caressed their napes and slowly her hand traveled down to their taut
shining black buttocks, and moved forward to their black crotches.  "This
is so wrong," she muttered, spreading prefuck juice all over their shiny
angry purple cockheads, "I am a married woman.  Please let me go."

   Slowly, James pushed her back and as she fell backwards on the table,
his bent black snake nestled its uncut head in the jungle of her pussy hair
searching insistently for an entrance.  Then the cock stopped moving, I
think it found her cunt hole.  James slithered his cock in slowly.  My wife
hung her head down on the other side of the table and moaned like she had
never before.  Some more black meat entered her pussy and she clutched at
the side of the tables like in labour pain.  More inches of thick fat black
meat entered her and still there was a good three inches still outside.  I
was wondering where the bent head of James black cock was rubbing her
inside the pussy and that made me leak some more precum in my pants.

   James pushed one more time with a teenaged grunt and his cock jammed
inside.  "Fuck, pa, this slut's pussy is tight.  She is milking me." Old
man laughed, "Yeah, son, poke her and plant your black seed inside her
married pussy." James didn't need any more encouragement and started making
scrambled eggs inside my wife's innocent pussy.  Soon my wife's legs
wrapped around her teenaged student and she moved her ass back with each
stroke.  James fucked her relentlessly with his curvaceous cock.  Carl
moved to the other side of the table and rubbed his straight black cock
against my wife's red lips.  She started to say something like, "I don't
suck penis..." but before she could finish her sentence, the black penis
was halfway inside her mouth.  She gagged but that only made Carl hornier
and he pushed his entire ten fat inches inside.  I could see the shape of
his cock head bulge inside her throat as his cock fucked her mouth and
throat like it was a cheap whore's pussy.  I was horny beyond any belief at
the sight of these two dirty black teenagers ravaging my wife's holes far
beyond I had ever managed.

   But the boys being young, they didn't last too long and in less than
five minutes, James grunted a bit load of fresh boycum inside my wife's
fertile hairy pussy.  Carl too dumped his load in my wife's mouth like a
geyser, he pulled out before his orgasm finished and sprayed thick white
ropes of cum on her face like a cumslut in a porno movie.

   Old man Leroy had not wasted much time.  He was ready when James pulled
out his long withered cock from my wife's mauled pussy.  Her cunt lips
gapping open at the desire stick being pulled out.  I looked at old man and
my mouth gaped open in shock.  His grandsons were mere chicken in front of
him.  His cock was a solid black meat mass of at least 12 inches length and
about the size of my thick wrist.  The uncut cock was peeled back and I
could see, even from where I was a smattering of white cock cheese around
the thick ridge of his cock.  He squeezed the base of his cock to make it
even harder and slapped my wife's cunt mound rashly.  With his slap of his
cock some of his grandson's white seed seeped out of her wide pussy.  Once
grandpa was satisfied with his ill-treatment he held his cock at eye level
of the pussy hole and went in a forceful thrust.  My wife scream resonated
in the classroom as the boys - still sporting hard black cocks - laughed at
her treatment.  Carl, who was not done completely yet - thanks to his
youth, slipped his cock inside her mouth again, his hairy, sweaty black
balls spread all over my wife's tearing eyes.  His grandpa, meanwhile, was
happily pounding my wife's ravaged and beaten cunt with his anaconda.  Each
muffled scream from my wife seemed to increase both his and Carl's lust. 
They fucked her from both ends like mad men who found a pussy after a 100
years.  James climbed on the table and straddled my wife's chest, his back
facing her.  He descended down on her till his bubble taut asshole winked
at my wife's mouth.  Carl removed his cock to let his brother clean his
asshole with my wife's tongue.  She seemed in a trance as her pink - cum
coated - tongue lashed out and lapped at his hairy asshole.  She licked it
clean as grandpa fucked her pussy and Carl slapped her wet cheeks with his
black pole.

   James suddenly turned around and held his hard cock at her mouth and a
torrent of white cum flew like a jet from his bent cock straight inside her
mouth.  Her eyes - glazed with lust - stared at his massive black meat as
she swallowed every single drop of his creamy white seed.  This must have
proved too much for Carl and grandpa for Carl too inserted his cock -
together with James' softening cock which was already inside - in my wife's
mouth and splayed her insides with his scalding hot cum.  Grandpa flicked
his black thick thumb over my wife's clit mashing it ruthlessly as she
howled (even with the two black cocks inside her mouth) with her - probably
- first orgasm in her life.  Her legs pulled grandpa even more inside her
pussy and milked his horse cock in.  That did it for grandpa and he filled
her sloshy pussy with his man cream and collapsed over her naked white
body.

   I pulled out my six-incher and pounded it for all of twenty seconds and
sprayed the wall of this classroom with my own watery thin one tea-spoonful
of cum.  Then as I saw them dressing up, I quickly zipped up and ran out
like a man running for life.

   I was fast and reached out before any of them.  Two minutes later the
two boys and their grandfather walked out - like alpha dogs who had just
bred their bitch - proudly and casually.  Their half hard black cocks still
dangling inside their shorts like pendulums slight wet spots slowly
becoming large at the tip of their cocks leaked off last remnants of their
fertile potent black seed.  They saw me and waved.  Grandpa shook my hand
and I felt some sticky fuck juice - his or my wife's I didn't know - on my
hand.  "Waiting for your wife?" he asked with a friendly pat on my
shoulder. When I nodded, he said with a wink, "your pretty lady should be
here soon.  Tell her my grandsons enjoyed learning from her." And they were
gone.

   My wife came out, 15 minutes later, looking as prim and proper as ever.
Smiles at me and offered me a powdered cheek for a kiss.  As we were
driving down home, she sighed and said, "That sex education class was not
as bad as I thought it would be.  Maybe I should just take over
permanently."
   I could only mutter, "Yes, my dear, I think you should."