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 Archive name: phs03.txt (mmmf,ff,rp,v,blkmale)
 Authors name: Wiley06
 Story title : Portervill High
 Part 3 of 11 parts

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 Porterville High - Jim's Control
 Part 1.2
 By Wiley06

      Ms. Sara Ellsworth was in a great mood.  After
 shoving Maria out the door, she had had the best fuck-
 ing since that time when she was 14 years old, and she
 had teased seven of her brother's 18 year old friends
 into "raping" her.  There was something about watching
 that haughty little bitch take cock that made her horny
 as all get out.  She had even worn out her three studs.
 She lamented the fact that they weren't very good
 lovers, but they made up in quantity what they lacked
 in quality, and, besides, she had picked them because
 they were safe:  not very bright, glad to get sex, and
 willing to let her be in charge.

      She was standing in front of a full length mirror
 in her home, her skin a delicate pink from the shower
 she had just taken.  Looking at her naked form she
 smiled:  she looked good.  With her dancer's body and
 round, firm, if not large, breasts, she knew she was a
 catch.  She sighed and thought about calling one of her
 boys over for the evening, but decided against it; they
 were all pretty tired when she had left them. Still,
 she didn't have to go without.  She went over to her
 dresser and pulled out her favorite vibrator.  She
 turned it on, slid it in until her labia closed over
 the ends, and then put on a G-String to hold it in
 place.

      She sighed as she felt the familiar, pleasant
 buzzing inside her vagina, and clenched her legs
 together, orgasming as the image of Maria's tortured
 face flashed through her mind.  She knew she was a
 nympho, but she figured since she liked it so much, it
 wasn't a problem.

      Walking naked, except for the G-String, through
 her house, she went into her video room and picked out
 H.O.M. video #16 and put it into her VCR.  She sat
 down on a couch opposite her TV and started the tape,
 her hand wandering down to her clitoris.  As the
 actors came on the screen, she experienced the second
 of many orgasms which she was to experience that even-
 ing.

      Saturday she invited all three of her boys over,
 and they stayed until late that night pleasuring her.
 She went to sleep satisfied but reluctant to have the
 evening end, since she would have to do some schoolwork
 for Monday.

      Sunday came, and she rolled out of bed, put on her
 robe, and wandered out to get her Sunday paper.  Pick-
 ing it up, she noticed a large brown envelope next to
 the paper.  Frowning with a sense of foreboding, she
 picked it up along with her paper and, walking inside
 and shutting the door behind her, dropped both the
 envelope and the paper on her coffee table.  She
 started her coffee and sat down, picking up the
 envelope but loathe to open it.  Finally she ripped it
 open and dumped out the contents:  a VHS video tape and
 a folded piece of paper.  She unfolded the piece of
 paper and read, "This Wednesday at 8:00 p.m. be alone
 in your home, and leave the door unlocked."  It was
 unsigned. What the hell? she thought.  This was insane!

      Now both curious and fearful, she picked up the
 tape and headed to her video room.  She sucked in her
 breath and muttered shit as the tape began playing.
 She watched it through to the end, every minute twist-
 ing another knife into her gut.  It was a tape of what
 she had done to Maria.  With this tape she could be put
 in jail for a long time.  She was no innocent; she knew
 blackmail when she saw it.  She sighed and shook her
 head as she rewound the tape and began watching it
 again.  She wondered who had sent the tape and what he
 or she wanted.  Well, she would find out Wednesday,
 and there was nothing she could do about it now, except
 hope that whoever had the tape wouldn't turn her in.

      Monday rolled around and Sara Ellsworth was more
 subdued than usual, wearing conservative clothes and
 refraining from flirting with anyone. Teaching her
 class, she thanked god that Maria had decided not to
 show up today, and otherwise kept her eye out to see
 if anyone acted out of character. She didn't notice
 that anyone, not even her fellow teachers, were acting
 any different than normal.  She was so nervous that she
 didn't even call upon any of her boys to service her,
 and she retired to her large house and sat in her bed-
 room, mulling things over.

      The more and more she thought about it, the more
 she hoped it was a man, or some dyke.  She was confi-
 dent that anyone attracted to women would be attracted
 to her:  it had always been that way.  She could give
 them a little taste of what she could do, and, she was
 sure, after a while they wouldn't be able to do without
 her -- then she would be in control, as always.  She
 hoped.

      Tuesday she was much more herself, and even called
 on Sid and Paul to service her.  Since the ax had not
 yet fallen, she was pretty sure it wasn't going to; and
 she was sure that she could handle any blackmailer to
 her satisfaction.

      Wednesday her day was filled with worry and tre-
 pidation.  It passed quickly and she found herself
 waiting expectantly and fearfully for someone to walk
 through her front door.

      Jim Parker had purposely avoided Ms. Ellsworth for
 three days, but now he was going to cash in.  He parked
 three blocks away and walked through the darkness to
 her house, imagining skewering that hot white meat on
 his dark pole.  He approached the front door and con-
 tinued through, stepping into a large entry room with a
 couch and several chairs.  He saw Sara sitting on the
 couch, her legs folded under her. She was wearing a
 simple summer dress which complimented her slim figure
 and firm legs.  Her face was framed by her short brown
 hair and her large green eyes flashed when they saw
 him.

      "So it's you," she said, standing up and facing
 him, "our snooping janitor."

      "Yep," Jim said, "now why don't we go somewhere
 where we can talk business."

      Glaring at him, she motioned him to follow her
 into her living room, where she sat down on a cushioned
 chair and motioned him over to the couch. Things might
 not go as well as she planned, she thought, seeing in
 Jim a tough customer.  Still, he was a man, and men
 could be led around by their dicks.

      Jim sat down on the couch and looked over his
 prize; boy but he was going to enjoy himself.

      "What do you want, Mr. Parker," she said sharply.

      "Well, Sara," he drawled, "I don't want just one
 thing, I want several things..."

      "Go on," she interrupted.

      "Well," he continued, "I think right now I'd like
 $200 cash."  

      He watched, amused, as she stood up stiffly and
 went down the hall to a back room.  She returned with
 two $100 bills and handed them to him, saying, "Is
 that all?"

      "Noooo," he dragged out the word as he put the
 money into his pocket, "I think that now I want you to
 take off your clothes."

      Sara gave a little start.  She had expected some-
 thing like this, in fact had been counting on it, but
 was taken aback by his bluntness. Without saying a
 word, she began stripping in a workmanlike fashion, a
 frown making her pretty face look severe.

      When she was standing before him naked he said,
 "Now put your arms over your head and turn around,
 slowly."  He was thoroughly enjoying himself now. He
 had this cunt right where he wanted her and he was
 going to take advantage of it.  For now he would just
 give her some good fucking -- she'd probably even enjoy
 it -- and save the rough stuff for later; but the rough
 stuff would come, for he just didn't want to fuck her,
 he wanted to break her, to make her his very own white
 slave.

      "Lay on your back and start diddling yourself,
 Sara, and make it good," he commanded, smiling.

      Sara didn't like this, she didn't like it at all.
 She liked to be in control, but here she was at the
 mercy of this black son of a bitch.  She hoped he at
 least knew how to fuck so she could salvage something
 out of this.  If he didn't, she would just have to
 pretend -- she knew she could make it so that he
 wouldn't be willing to give her up. Then maybe she
 could get that tape from him and then she'd tell him
 what she really thought of him.

      Well, there was nothing she could do about it now,
 so she laid down on the hardwood floor and spread her
 legs.  "Like this?" she asked, running her fingers
 gently across her labia and rubbing her clit with her
 other hand.

      "Ya ya, that's good," Jim said.  Boy that cunt
 sure had a lot of practice rubbing herself, he could
 tell.  Watching her, he began to strip.  He could see
 her watching him, and noticed that the bitch had
 started getting into it. Well, she was going to get it,
 all right, he thought as he pulled off his underwear,
 releasing his stiff 8" hard-on.

      He smiled as he saw her eyes widen at the sight of
 his cock, "A little bit better than those pansies
 you've been fuckin', huh bitch?" he laughed and knelt
 between her legs, knocking her hands away roughly
 grabbing her mound, jamming two fingers up her twat.

      She gasped as she felt his fingers force their way
 into her.  She was glad she lubricated up so easily, so
 it didn't hurt.  She hated this, hated being told what
 to do and called a bitch by a man she didn't choose,
 but she knew she was going to enjoy it -- she couldn't
 help herself, she was already turned on.  She just
 hoped he knew how to use that monster cock of his.

      He pulled his fingers out, satisfied he wasn't
 going to get a dry ride, and fell heavily on top of
 her, smiling directly into her face.  He pressed his
 cock against her now slick labia and pressed his lips
 against hers, kissing her roughly, loving the feel of
 her firm body under his.

      She opened her mouth for his kiss and eagerly
 accepted his tongue.  The heat of his mouth spread
 through her body, and his cock rubbing up and down her
 labia sent tingles up and down her spine.  He knew how
 to kiss, that was for sure, and she began grinding her
 hips against his, feeling pleasure shoot out from her
 clitoris as she rubbed it against him.

      He felt her mouth turn hungry against his, her
 tongue darting past his into his mouth, her hips grind-
 ing against him.  He fenced tongues for a minute and
 then he slowly slid his cock into her, hearing her gasp
 at the penetration. Keeping his lips locked on hers, he
 began to slowly pound his cock in and out of her, feel-
 ing her pussy tight and warm around his shaft.

      Oh god that was good, she thought as his cock slid
 into her.  She lay there for a minute, gasping out her
 pleasure into his mouth as he began slowly pounding her
 with his cock.  She came almost immediately, and, rip-
 ping her mouth away from his, cried out.  She quickly
 kicked her legs up and wrapped them around the small of
 his back, and began rocking under him.

      He felt her cunt spasm around his cock as she
 came, and bore down when she ripped her face from his
 and cried out, wrapping her legs around him.  _HE_ was
 fucking her, not the other way around. He had to admit,
 though, she was one good fuck; no wonder those kids
 didn't last longer than a minute or two. He bore down,
 using the full weight of his body to drive his cock
 into her, achieving a brutal rhythm with her rocking,
 shaking body.

      Oh god he could fuck, she thought, her nails send-
 ing furrows across his back as she came again, now
 grunting in time with his thrusts.  "Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh,
 Aaahhhggg!" she went as she came again, beginning to
 lose control of her body.

      She was going wild beneath him, her voice keening
 as she achieved orgasm after orgasm, her nails digging
 into his back, her thighs trying to crush his waist,
 her cunt spasming around his cock, squeezing and milk-
 ing it until the pressure in his balls boiled over,
 sending streams of cum into her sucking pussy.

      He lay on top of her for a minute, feeling his
 cock soften within her. She had stopped bucking shortly
 after he came, and was now lying exhausted beneath him.
 He had waited a long time for this, and she was every-
 thing he had dreamed of and more.

      Rolling off of her, he picked up her dress and
 wiped off his dick with it.  She stared lazily up at
 him and then rolled onto her elbow and watched him as
 he dressed.

      "Is that it, big boy?" she taunted, running her
 free hand lewdly over her body.

      "For tonight," he grunted.  "Oh, and by the way,"
 he said, pulling out a folded sheet of paper from his
 pocket, "here are some ground rules you had better
 follow."  With that he left, leaving her frowning at
 the folded piece of paper lying in front of her.
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