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@(C) 1998 Frederick T. Commercial use in any form requires the written
permission of the author and will ensure a portion of the proceeds goes
to the National Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws (NORMAL)
and/or the American Cancer Society.
!!!!! ATTENTION READER !!!!!
The following work is of a sexual nature. If you have not yet reached the
age of consent, where ever you reside, the author requests your parents or
guardians review this material before you continue. Censoring the material a
young mind absorbs is not the responsibility of the creator but that of the
adult who has custodial responsibility for the young mind. Having said that;
the following story is pure fantasy. It didn't happen, probably could never
happen and the author accepts no responsibility for person or persons who
attempt to make it happen. All the characters were created by the author and
none of them are based on people who actually lived or are living in this
wonderful world we inhabit. We are all created by a wonderful process called
sexual intercourse. That it was made so pleasurable is undeniably the reason
we have filled this world with our children. While the creator probably did
so for a reason; remember that human beings created all the side dishes that
accompany the basic act. Sex should have a happy ending, whether with
yourself or with a partner. That this is sometimes not the case can only be
the fault of the participants. Sex should be fun ! As always e-mail your
comments to the usual.
The Poll
(Fm+ drugged rape)
by
Frederick T.
With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S. Constitution
***** Chapter One *****
It was a very hot Wednesday in May. The temperature had been up over a
hundred. Donna Taylor, assistant principal of the Black Middle School,
watched as the children filed on to the busses that would take them home. She
was happy to get them on their way...Happy the day was ending. Only two more
days and the school year would be over. Donna was looking forward to her
Summer vacation.
This would be the first Summer she had all to herself. For the past three
Summers, she had been taking the maximum load of classes at UNLV in order to
get her administrative degree and then was immediately hired by one of her
previous principals to fill an assistant principal position at Black. Donna
was over joyed and worked almost twelve hours a day at her new job. She'd
been a class room teacher for almost twenty years prior to that and was glad
to be out of the class room although the hours here were twice what a mere
teacher put in.
There was a group of children pushing and shoving to get on one of the
busses. Donna hurried over and pulled a couple of boys out of line. These
two sixth graders were constantly in trouble. She'd called both of their
parents numerous times during the school year. It never seemed to help. She
read them the riot act, knowing full well it was a waste of her time. But she
felt it was her responsibility, if only to keep the better behaved children in
line.
She'd learned through many years of teaching that if you didn't come down
hard on the trouble makers, they could turn a whole class into anarchy. She'd
seen many a teacher, especially the young ones, lose control of an entire
class room full of students largely because of a couple of trouble makers. As
she was getting the two trouble makers back in line, she heard someone
whisper.
"Boy ! Does she have a fine ass. I bet her old man gives it to her every
night."
Donna whirled around to find the source of the remark. All she could see
were the backs of the children filing on to the bus. She looked up at the bus
windows and saw several young boys smiling at her. They heard it, too. She
could feel herself become flushed. The boys smiles got bigger. There's no
way she'd find out who made the remark. Frustrated, she turned and marched
away from the bus.
Donna had divorced three years ago, just before she started to work on her
administrative degree. Her husband of twenty-five years had become...Well,
she wasn't sure ? Their interests just didn't dove tail like they used to.
Maybe they never did ? Their two sons were gone; one into the military, the
other working on the East coast for an ad agency. After they left, there just
didn't seem to be any reason to stay together.
The remark about her "old man" giving it to her every night was too close
to the truth. After their sons left home, he became obsessed with sex. Donna
resigned herself to his interest in sex. Hopefully it was a phase and he
would shortly lose interest but at fifty, was showing no signs of slowing
down. Donna, on the other hand, could take it or leave it. Even when they
were younger, she was rarely consumed by the fires that appeared to consume
her husband. Maybe it was...What ? The way he did it ? She hardly ever had
an orgasm. Oh ! It felt good but was never how she imagined it would be
between two people who loved each other.
She believed she did everything in her power to make their sex life good.
There were few things she wouldn't do and her husband had some pretty wild
ideas but they always left her...What ? She wasn't sure. She was glad she
terminated the relationship as his sexual ideas seemed to get wilder and
wilder the older he got.
Donna Taylor was just fifty and still felt she could attract men although,
in the three years she'd been divorced, had dated rarely. She was busy with
her post-graduate work or school...There just wasn't time. Her hips and
thighs were starting to go but her bust was like a twenty year olds...She'd
had implant surgery about 10 years ago...Got tired of being restricted to
certain styles of clothes because of her small bust size. Her ex-husband
increased sexual appetite seemed to begin around that time. Before that he
always told her what a great butt she had.
She'd never slept with anyone other than her husband but after the divorce
had purchased a slim vibrator on the advice of a friend. She enjoyed the
vibrator much more than sex with her ex-husband. It was so much more
satisfying to be able to control the events that would always lead to a very
pleasant orgasm. It seemed so much easier to fantasize with the vibrator than
it was when her "old man" was making love to her.
She had almost forgot about the incident at the bus by the time she got
home and poured herself a glass of wine.
***** CHAPTER TWO *****
One thing about being an administrator she didn't like was the constant
reading and writing she had to do. As a class room teacher, once the lesson
plans were done, there wasn't much else to do beside grade papers and
homework. After twenty years, she pretty much had that down to a science. As
an assistant principal, on the other hand, there was something new every day.
A new assessment of this or that and the performance evaluations on the
teachers were so political, it often took her a week to get one good
evaluation done.
She retired to her computer room after dinner and started wading through
the year end evaluation for one of the new teachers. Just prior to retiring
for the night she checked her e-mail. She only had one message and probably
would have trashed it if there had been more mail as she didn't recognize the
address. But the title, "school poll," intrigued her.
black middle school
pussy poll
vote for only one in each category
1) which teacher or administrator has the nicest looking tits ?
2) which teacher or administrator has the tightest ass ?
3) which teacher or administrator, do you think, has the hairiest cunt ?
4) which teacher or administrator would you most like to fuck ?
ms. anderson
ms. bently
ms. berkely
ms. carleton
ms. helton
ms. jackson
ms. jones
ms. stanton
ms. taylor
ms. zackery
please vote by thursday so the results can be posted at school on friday.
The events of this afternoon rushed through her mind. She felt flushed
again. It had to be a student ?? Too much of a coincidence not to be. Donna
was furious and vowed to put a stop to this right now. She wanted to see the
boy or group of boys, responsible for this, punished. The nerve of these
young men...No ! They were juvenile delinquents ! Then again, maybe it wasn't
a student ? Some of the faculty were pretty forward with her, especially the
single men. But Donna always insisted on a professional relationship,
especially at school. She didn't ever believe she could date one of the other
staff members at Black. It just wasn't professional.
In fact, she'd just counseled one of the newer teachers about the language
he used in the teacher's lounge. Well, it wasn't really the language but the
content. He was describing a date he'd had several weeks ago and was quite
graphic about the woman's body. It just wasn't appropriate for a middle
school.
She noticed the address was one of those hotmail.com things. The chances
of her finding out who the author was...Well, was probably just about
impossible. She'd scare the hell out of the kid or whoever anyway and then
make some discrete inquiries with the teachers listed to see if they received
the same mail.
She drafted a return e-mail and went over it several times before sending.
Basically it said she was going to expend all the effort required to find out
who sent this and that whoever was responsible for this poll would be
prosecuted to the maximum extent of the law. She felt relieved after sending
the e-mail.
It was then she noticed several of the teachers at Black Middle School
were not listed in the poll. They were women, who were not very physically
attractive, like Linda Millhouse and Wanda Hightower. Linda was about fifty
pounds over weight but a damn fine teacher; Wanda was closing in on sixty but
looked ten years older than that. Secretly she was...Well, not pleased to be
on the list but what ? I guess if the truth be told, Donna would rather see
her name appear instead of not. To be honest she should have gone to the
principal with what she had but didn't. After all, she was an assistant
principal and felt she could take care of this herself.
The next day at school, Donna was vigilant all day long, hoping to catch
those responsible for the poll. Kids always talked...They couldn't keep this
a secret. She talked to several teachers on the list but none of them had any
idea what she was talking about. Well, she didn't exactly come right out and
describe what she received but asked if they had received any offensive e-mail
during the previous couple of days ?
During the eighth graders lunch period there was quite a commotion in the
school yard. A group of about twenty or so kids had formed a large knot over
by the fence and Donna was sure there was a fight in progress. Being the
closest she arrived at the commotion first.
Before she knew it, the mob of kids enveloped her. Her way was blocked by
two large eighth graders and she was straining on her tip toes, hands on their
shoulders, to see what the commotion was. In the process, she got sandwiched
by a couple of other boys. One of the boys, in front of her, inadvertently
elbowed her in the solar plexus while turning to see who was hanging on his
shoulder. Donna had the wind knocked out of her and bent at the waist.
Almost immediately she felt a hand on each of her breasts. As she was
rising to see who was groping her, she felt the shock of a hand running up
under her skirt and in between her legs. She was only wearing panty hose and
could feel fingers exploring her vagina lips through the material. She forgot
all about who was feeling her breasts and reached for the hand that was
between her legs. She missed catching it but not before it gave her behind a
very firm squeeze.
It was over almost as soon as it began. The crowd dispersing. The kids
walking away. She heard one of the students saying she should watch where she
was going. Several were laughing. She knew she was beet red and quickly
marched across the school yard, hoping her embarrassment didn't show too much.
What was going on ? This was the second day in a row she'd found herself in a
awkward situation. Nothing in her studies or experience ever prepared her for
this. The thought of going to talk to the principal about it flashed through
her mind but she got caught up in a meeting over teacher evals and forgot
about it until she got home that night.
The e-mail she received that evening vividly reminded her of what had
transpired on the school yard during the noon hour.
Ms. Taylor,
After I pass the word around, I'm sure you'll do well in the
hairiest cunt poll. You know you're a shoe in for the tightest
ass. I'd also put my money on you for the "most like to fuck"
poll too. Did you like the feel of my hand on your pussy ? I
bet you did !
Donna was shivering with anger. The nerve of the student who did this.
The address was the same as the night before and she was determined to find
out who it was. After an hour of fruitless exploring on the internet she
resigned herself to failure and retired for the evening.
***** CHAPTER THREE *****
She arrived at school early and checked all the bulletin boards. Not a
one had any reference to the "poll." She breathed a sigh of relief and went
about her business. She met with the principal just before the opening bell
and then headed out to watch the kids getting to class. A group of boys
walked by and she heard one of them say, "Way to go Ms. T." She turned but
the offending boy was anonymous in a crowd of about ten.
She was on the East side of the school when she found it. There in the
very bottom of the bulletin board.
black jr. h.s. pussy poll
1) helton
2) taylor
3) taylor
4) taylor
Donna broke out into a cold sweat and ripped the piece of paper off the
board. She marched directly to the principal's office. "Enough was enough."
She thought. The principal patiently listened to her story but dismissed it
as her imagination. "Just a coincidence." He assured her. He can't imagine
fourteen or maybe even, thirteen year old boys doing this. Sleep on it and
we'll discuss it Monday.
The day dragged and Donna tried to be everywhere at once, hoping whoever
was responsible would show their hand or hands. The day went perfectly and
the afternoon was spent at end of school parties. Some were with the kids in
their classrooms and then the faculty party.
She got home a little after seven and was exhausted. She laid on the bed
and napped for a while. It was ten-thirty before she'd finished dinner and
watched a little T.V. On the way to bed at eleven she checked her e-mail and
found several from the offending address. She opened the first and sucked in
her breath. There on the computer screen was a picture of four...No, five
young, naked boys holding their hard penises. It was grotesque. The picture
was cut off at their shoulders so she couldn't see their faces. Who could
they be ?
She started to open the other mail and found they were individual pictures
of each boy...Jesus ! They were spurting semen all over the place. One of
them was sitting, semen rolling down his stomach. The second was standing and
she could see his pole was all slick with his seed. The rest were the same.
But none of their faces appeared in the photos. "Now ! This has gone far
enough !" She thought as she reached for the phone.
When Mr. Wright, the principal, answered it he was pissed. "Do you know
what time it is ?" Donna hung up the phone. She looked at her watch. It was
almost midnight. Surely it didn't take her forty-five minutes to look at six
pictures. She went to her room and undressed for the night.
The phone woke her at three. She groggily, answered it.
"Ms. Taylor ??"
Donna answered softly, "Yes..."
"Did you like the pictures ?"
She broke out in a sweat. She could smell her self. A clammy smell, like
she'd just made love with her husband. She imagined the smell pussy on her
hands, especially the one holding the phone. The voice continued.
"I bet you're playing with yourself right now...thinking of my hand on
your pussy. I bet you'd love to have all those cocks in your pussy wouldn't
you ? Be at the Galleria Mall tomorrow between one and three. See you then,
beautiful." The phone went dead. Donna was sweating, whether from fear or
sexual excitement...She didn't know. She tossed and turned most of the night
and didn't get to sleep until just before dawn.
Every time she dosed off the vision of those five boys appeared in her
mind. Instead of penises, though, they were playing with vibrators...Slim,
pink vibrators, just like her's. She shivered with the thought as she
struggled out of bed.
After embarrassing herself with Mr. Wright last night, she had no intention
of bothering him again. Instead she dressed and prepared to be at the mall
between one and three. She'd show them. They were in big trouble now.
Donna was wandering the mall for over an hour before it happened. While
walking the down the stairs at Sears, two boys ran past her and grabbed her
ass as they went by. She yelled at them but couldn't make it down the stairs
fast enough because of her high heels. The boys were lost in the crowd before
she could get a look at them. She was looking around when two more boys
sprinted past her and grabbed her ass again. She whirled and fell to one
knee. She was struggling to her feet when she felt a hand on her arm.
"Need some help, Mrs. Taylor ?" It was a Black Jr. High School student.
She couldn't remember his name but he was very courteous helping her to her
feet.
"Thank you..." She paused a bit.
"Elliot...Mrs. Taylor. It looked like those guys almost knocked you down
on purpose."
Donna was relieved the young man didn't actually see what happened. He
offered to help her to her car. He was almost insistent until she allowed him
to guide her out of the mall. The two of them ended up at her car and he
asked her for a ride home. She thought nothing of it and drove him to his
home. When they arrived, Elliot invited her inside for a soft drink. Donna
begged off and was about to leave.
"Oh ! Come on, Mrs. Taylor. My mom just made some fresh lemonade...With
real lemons."
Donna followed him indoors and sat on the couch as he got the lemonade.
She thought maybe she would meet his mother but there appeared to be no one
around. The lemonade tasted great but it was time to go. When she tried to
get to her feet, she fell back on to the couch.
Elliot was no where around. She thought she heard the back door opening
and then closing. Her head was floating and she felt dizzy.
***** CHAPTER FOUR *****
The five young men were naked when they entered the front room. Donna
tried to get up off the couch again but couldn't. Her body didn't seem to
accept the commands her mind was giving it. She could feel their hands on her
clothes. They were taking them off. She could tell they were excited by the
tone of their voices and some of them were erect.
Her blouse was being dragged off over her shoulders. One of them pushed
her forward and she could feel hands unsnapping her bra. Her breasts were
free and now there were fingers pinching her nipples.
"Oh ! Fuck ! Is this fucking great !?" The boy was standing to the
side, watching. His hand was sliding up and down his erect penis. He had a
very small patch of dark, pubic hair growing above the jutting pole his hand
was massaging. His face was a blur...So was his hand as it stroked his erect
penis.
Her shoes were off and she could feel her skirt being dragged over her
hips. Her panty hose came next and now she was naked...Just like them.
"Shit ! Look at her pussy. I've never seen so much hair." Hands were
prying her thighs apart. Another hand was in her bush, roaming around. She
felt her vagina being spread apart and now a finger was sliding in her. She
wasn't lubricated yet and the young man had to rotate his finger around just
inside her labia to get her wet. Donna was surprised at how fast she got wet.
He was pumping his finger in her and her hips were moving about as two boys
had her legs spread over their knees.
"Jesus...She's getting real juicy." She threw her head back and then the
boy on her right leaned forward and sucked her right nipple into his mouth.
She let out a moan. She could feel his tongue roaming around her erect
nipple. The hand between her legs was pumping a finger in and out of her cunt
like he was jacking off. She opened her eyes and saw two boys sitting in
chairs across the room. They were stroking their dicks as their friends were
ravaging her body. The boy between her legs was knee walking forward and now
she could feel the head of his penis against her vagina lips.
"Spread her wide..." The boys on either side of her pulled her legs wider
apart and then he was in her. He was nowhere near the size of her husband but
she could feel the pole of his desire sinking into her belly. He started
thrusting and she threw her head back against the back of the couch. She was
sloppy wet between the legs and the young man was just fucking the shit out of
her.
"Ooooh ! Fuck...Here I cum." She could feel his seed drenching her
vaginal canal. He kept fucking...Only ending when his penis was flaccid and
slipped out of her. He pulled back from her and as she looked up one of the
boys from across the room was standing between her legs.
"Fuck ! You really blew a load in her, Evert." He was dropping to his
knees and then he was in her, fucking her like a wild man. His cock was just
a little bigger than his friend's but she could feel the difference. Somebody
had a hand in her hair.
She found the boy to her left up on his knees next to her. His erect cock
just inches from her face. "Some of us have a bet Ms. T. I figure you've
sucked a little cock in your life. Bobby Joe says "no." How about letting me
put my cock in your mouth and settle the question for us ?" His cock was
against her cheek. "Come on...Now, Donna. Suck my cock." She looked up at
his face. It was twisted in a mask of lust. He was hairier than the other
boys and she just remembered his name...Shawn. He was bigger than the others
too. Bigger than her husband also. The boy on his knees, between her legs,
was still fucking her. He started to spasm and she could feel her insides
become flooded with his spunk. The third to fuck her was taking his place
between her splayed legs.
"God ! It's dribbling out of her. Turn her over. I want to fuck her
doggie style. She can blow you, Shawn, while I'm fucking her !" His voice
was high pitched with his excitement.
She was pulled off the couch and on her knees on the carpet. The one
behind her wasted no time and filled her with one thrust. He was fucking like
a rabbit when Shawn pulled her face off the floor. He pushed it into his
groin and she could smell him, feel his hard, hot boner against her face.
"Suck it, Donna." When she licked him she thought he was going to cum.
He arched off the floor and damn near poked his cock into one of her eyes. He
had his hand on the shaft and guided his cock head to her lips. She opened
her mouth and her lips slid down his shaft. She choked when his hard penis
ran into the back of her throat. He moaned real loud and thrust up. His
hands were on the back of her head and she couldn't escape. Spurt after spurt
of cum was flooding her mouth. She coughed and spit up most of it. The penis
in her mouth was getting soft. Another was taking it's place.
The one fucking her was yelling and screaming as his penis shot another
load of hot spunk into her womb. She realized that she had been thrusting back
at him and then another was filling her. She started thrusting back at him.
The penis in front of her face was soft and she could see some of his semen in
his pubic hair. She heard, "Suck it, Donna." Her lips closed around the head
and she sucked about half of his cock into her mouth.
The one behind her was wild, pumping his cock in and out of her cunt at an
ever increasing speed. His hands were on her ass, spreading her cheeks apart.
The cock in her mouth was getting hard. Her head was bobbing over his lap.
Her lips coated with cum, sliding up and down his shaft without any
encouragement.
"Look at this hairy asshole !" She felt a finger against it and then it
was worming into her. The one fucking her kept up the same pace and the
finger in her anus started to pick it up. She was bucking back against the
twin invasions between her legs. The cock in her mouth started to twitch and
then she was tasting cum again. She could feel it dribbling out of her mouth
and down over her lips. The cock left her cunt and now she could feel it
against her anus. Her head jerked out of the lap below her and one of his
spurts splattered against her face. She heard herself scream as the kid
behind her buried his hard penis in her bowels. He was fucking her and she
was fucking back. Another cock was presented to her mouth and she gobbled him
down. It was flaccid but wouldn't remain that way long. Her tongue worked
right under the crown and it was growing in her mouth.
The kid behind her screamed out..."God ! She's got a tight ass...Oh !
Fuck ! I'm cuming." She could feel her anal passage become slippery with his
jizzim. Another was taking his place. It must be Shawn as his cock felt so
big on the way in. He was banging against her ass, his hard, young cock
buried in her bowels. He was fucking her faster than the other boy, her anus
now lubricated with a load of cum. The cock in her mouth was now very hard
and she was sure the young thing was going to lose his load any second.
Here it came. A river of cum flowed out of her mouth as he fucked her
face, thrusting his ass up off the carpet, forcing his cock in and out of her
mouth. Shawn, behind her, was fucking like a jack hammer in and out of her.
She started cuming when he reached out and started fondling her breasts. She
was up on her hands and knees, looking back at him. Sweat was rolling down
his chest and arms. The other four were watching as he fucked her asshole.
Two of them were stroking hard cocks and she had no doubt that they would
replace Shawn when he was finished fucking her.
Just a few seconds later, Shawn pulled his cock out of her and rubbed it
up and down the crack of her ass. She could see the head peek up above her
back every two or three strokes.
"Squeeze your ass, Donna." She did and saw a spurt of semen erupt out of
the head of his cock and arc up over her back and land on her left ass cheek.
Another spurt dribbled down his shaft and her crack got real slippery with his
spunk. Another boy crawled over to her face and rose to pump a load of warm
cum into her cheek and hair. Another was pushing his cock into her ass. She
was thrusting already and then it was on her. Her whole body shook as the
teenager behind her pumped his cock in and out of her asshole.
She screamed out her orgasm as another boy crawled up and deposited, yet
another load into her face. "Aaagghhhh...Cuuuumming...I'mmmm cumming...Shit !
Faster...Faster...Fuuuuck !" The kid behind her was pumping like a runaway
train and Donna finally slipped to her stomach. The boy knelt behind her and
stroked his cock until it spurted several strings of semen on to her ass
cheeks. She could feel his cum dribbling down between the cheeks of her ass,
her vagina and anus hemorrhaging semen. She'd lost track of how many times they
fucked her. She couldn't stop shaking. She was rubbing her mound against the
carpet. Her ass cheeks twitching every once and a while, her buns looked like
over filled balloons as they twitched.
One of the boys slapped her ass and exclaimed, "Want some more, Ms. T. ?"
She slowly raised her ass and felt a couple of hands on her hips. The hard,
teenage cock slid right into her cunt and started fucking immediately.
***** EPILOG *****
Donna Taylor was walking the halls. Another school year out of the way.
She wondered what she'd do this Summer. Last Summer was a blur of hard,
teenage cocks and lots and lots of gooey, white cum. That afternoon it
started.....
Donna sat on the bed for a long while before she went to the bathroom.
She felt like she was covered in cum. She could taste it in her mouth, feel
it dribbling out of her cunt and asshole. The inside of her thighs and ass
had a sticky feeling to them.
The woman in the mirror couldn't be her...Could it ? Her frosted hair was
a rat's nest, sticking out here and there. She could actually see splotches
of dried cum in it. She stripped of her jacket and blouse. Her bra was left
to the boys. Her nipples were still tender from all the sucking. Her skirt
and slip were next. She was naked. Her dark bush was a swamp of dried and
still wet cum. She got into the shower and began to wash her pussy. Her
vagina lips were swollen and tender. She shivered as she rubbed her finger
against her clitoris. The next time she'd teach them how to stimulate her
clitoris ! She knew there'd be a next time. She was positive.....
She found the announcement way down at the bottom of the bulletin board.
She folded it and went to her office.
black jr. h.s. pussy poll
1) singleton
2) taylor
3) williams
4) taylor
Good ! She won number four again. She could hardly wait to visit the
mall this weekend.
end
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"Slippery When Wet" or "Surfing Hollow Days" I can't remember.....
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