Teacher Fisted & Fucked by Black Students - Copied

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Priscilla Temple was starting her new life, as a math teacher at an inner city junior college in Baltimore. She had had a rough time, with Vince and the divorce – and a new life was what she needed.

So she found a job in Baltimore. Of course she knew no one in the city. No friends . . . and worse, no male companionship.

While her marriage to Vince was rotten, the sex was always good; she missed it. But for the time being, she would have to settle for her "toys"; the internet made it easy for her to get what she wanted. Vibrators, nipple clips, and her favorites – her Long Dong and King Kong dildos. She hoped her next man wouldn't think her too kinky, it's just that she loved the feeling of being filled, actually stuffed, well really, stretched, by a big dildo.

She wasn't all that worried about meeting a man. After all, at 37 she was still young. She worked out in the gym every day, so her five foot five body showed no fat, and in fact she might be called a "hardbody", with a little bit of muscle here and there. And her twenty four inch waist gave her the traditional hourglass figure. Accented of course by her breasts, which had been large to begin with, but even rounder, fuller and more protruding since she had the augmentation.

Her big bazooms, as she thought of them, did create a bit of a problem. She didn't want to appear sluttish, and didn't want men attracted to her for the "wrong reasons", so she always dressed modestly and demurely, wearing loose fitting tops that hid the size of her bazooms. After all, they were for her, and the man she decided on.

She had been told her face was "pretty" - round and impish, offset by bright blue eyes and sandy hair. She really wasn't worried about meeting a man, she just hoped it would be soon.

It was late spring. The five black college students, Horse, BJ, Snake, Oat and Slick, were anxious for summer. All five boys were tall, athletic and clean cut. They were all nearly twenty - young men actually, not really "boys".


Classes had ended for the day, and they were waiting in the hall for the new Math teacher, Miss Temple. They had observed her daily routing, and knew she'd be out momentarily.


They watched as she left the classroom for the media lab. Today she looked particularly hot, in a short dark skirt that accentuated her firm ass and showed off her muscled legs, very high heeled navy blue shoes and a loose satin blouse that simultaneously hid her tits, but suggested the more than ample size and shape of them. But it seemed strange - for somebody who certainly liked to look sexy, she acted like a prude.

Horse has sensed he knew her type, he'd known women like this before, that really weren't the prudes they tried to project . . . and he devised a scheme with his friends.

They followed her into the media lab. She sat at one of the monitors, and they sat at monitors on either side of her. While she was doing her work, they logged onto the net and brought up black-on-white sex sites.

Horse nudged his monitor just a little, ensuring she could see it. He brought up an image of a hot blonde, being fucked doggie-style by a black man equipped with a huge cock – long and thick, and glistening with the blonde's juices. On the left, BJ's screen also showed a blonde, kneeling in front of a powerfully built black man – her eyes were wide open staring up at him. He was holding her head tightly as he forced his rigid pole down her throat.


Priscilla scooted her chair back to look at the others' screens. One showed a handsome black man sucking hard on the nipples of a big titted brunette. Another showed a thin redhead, down on all fours with her ass high in the air, and her tits hanging – and her neck was bent back and her mouth open, and she had a look of extreme pleasure (or was it pain?), as a well muscled black drilled her asshole with his manmeat. And the last showed a blonde, a MILF, perhaps the same age as Miss Temple, sitting on the floor, naked, her legs splayed apart, her tits hanging heavily, as she was looking up at the circle of black men around her – the men who had coated her in cum, cum which was now dripping off her chin, and running down her tits and dripping from her nipples, cum which was oozing out of her stretched cunt and running down her crack to the floor.

She stood up in her chair. "That's it," she shouted, "I've had it! This lab is closed, and I may report you! Now get out."

The boys sauntered out, shooting each other looks, and grinning and laughing. Priscilla locked the door behind them. 

Priscilla had heard that there were some "rough" kids in the school, but the gall! To view pornography right in front of their teacher!

She moved the mouse to shut down the computer, and got a good look at the blonde being fucked doggie style. "My gosh!" she thought, "I heard black men were well endowed, but I had no idea." His cock looked like a big thick billy club being thrust into the woman's cunt, and such a look of ecstasy on her face!

Priscilla thought of her Long Dong and King Kong dildos, but she had never had a black man. She pushed her chair back and started looking at the other screens. Before long her hand fell into her lap, and she raised her skirt . . . .

She had no idea the boys had gone next door, into the chemistry lab, and were watching her every move on Horse's laptop. They had planted a wireless camera in the Media Lab, and they could see Miss Temple clear as day.

They watched as she pulled up her skirt and slipped her hand down into her pantyhose. As she clicked through a series of pictures showing a big-titted blonde with a small waist and a patch of soft naturally blonde pubic hair being taken by one of the largest hung black men ever, her hand was moving around in the panty hose. Clearly uncomfortable, she stood up and slid her pantyhose down past her knees – and the boys could see from her pubic patch that she too was a natural blonde.

Then she sat back down and started working her hand around her pussy. It was a little hard for them to see, but it looked like she had one or two fingers in her hole.


"Now?" BJ asked.

"She's getting pretty hot," Horse noted.

"Let's make sure we got enough," Slick advised.

Oat looked at the DVD monitor, "Looks good. I think we got enough for our purposes." 

"Okay, let's hit her while she's hot and before she cums," Slick urged.

Horse suddenly interjected, "Wait a minute! This is getting good!"

And as they looked back at the monitor they could all see, from the extended angle of Miss Temple's arm, that she was trying to work all four fingers into her cunt. Her head was back and her eyes were rolling up - - and occasionally she would look at the screen, see the image of that big black cock plunging into that stretched blonde pussy, and she would ram her hand in harder, farther. Then, and Snake gasped when he saw it, she added her thumb to the cunt – now her cunt was way stretched, and she had her whole hand buried in it.

"This is even better than we thought!" said Horse, as he grabbed a video camera and they headed to the computer room.

Oat had a key to the computer lab door. He opened it and the boys stormed in.

Priscilla reacted with terror as they burst though the door, the terror of being discovered, being exposed and losing her job teaching - not to mention the terror of just being caught masturbating.

"Miss Temple, you do look fine," Slick told her with a wide grin as she jumped, trying to pull up her pantyhose with her cunt-drenched hand.


"Seems you like porn, after all," BJ cunningly noted to her, "especially black on white porn."

"Don't be ashamed Miss Temple," Snake advised in a teasing tone. "We know white women like black men."

Priscilla said breathlessly, "This is all just between us. Right?"

"Oh by all means," Horse said in a sarcastic tone.

Horse popped the DVD into the nearest computer . . . onto the screen came the image of Miss Temple.

"We just don't want any kind of misunderstanding," Slick told her, "so we got it all on disk."

"Wha, wha, what do you want from me?" Miss Temple trembled.

"How about getting out of those clothes for starters, Miss Temple," Oat told her, "Right now!"

Slick removed the DVD and waved it in front of the frightened woman. "If you don't get naked right now . . . . ," he told her.

They had set her up; this was serious. What were they going to try to do? She could see one of the boys wielding a video camera. But what choice did she have?


Horse raised the video camera; he was recording. "I'm not taking off anything til you put away that camera," she told him.

"Fine." He shut off the camera and lowered it to his side. 

She tried her best to give the boys that teachery frown, with furrowed brow, but they just smiled at her. In defeat, she kicked off her high heels. Then her blouse, exposing some of the finest, big firm round tits they had ever seen - and nipples, dark pink areolas surrounding unbelievable nipples, nipples that were as big around as a thumb and must have stuck out at least a half inch.

"Man I have never seen nipples like that," said Oat.

She hesitated. Slick dangled the DVD. She unsnapped her skirt, unzipped it, pulled it down, let it fall to the floor, and stepped out of it. The boys drank in her shapely legs; their crotches were starting to bulge. Horse nodded to her pantyhose.

Priscilla frowned, but grabbed the waistband of the pantyhose. As she lowered them, Horse fired up the video camera, to preserve the instant of her surrender, her total nudity at their hands, forever.


Priscilla saw the camera and began to protest forcefully, but standing there naked, contorting herself in an attempt to cover her vagina and her big bazooms, it was hard to be authoritative. The boy just laughed at her, as he circled and captured every inch of her with his camera.

"You're not telling us what to do," Snake laughed, "We got you naked on tape, and we got a DVD with you jacking off here in school."

She knew they were right. She had no power, no ability to stop them. The best she could do was try to keep the situation from getting totally out of control.


"First Miss Temple, put on those high heels again, and turn around," BJ told her.

She dutifully put on her heels, and turned around as instructed.


"Nice ass!"

"Now let's see your crack!"

"Whaaat???"

"You heard me. Reach around, grab your ass cheeks, and spread 'em. Wide!"

"Now bend over," and she did, exposing her spread ass and pussy for the boys to see. She didn't know it, but her obedience, reluctant though it might have been, told them that she was going to be their subservient slut.


Horse lowered his camera, stepped up to her, and firmly placed his hand on her bare ass. She shot him a hostile look, and he insolently squeezed her ass, and even more insolently stuck his hand in her crack.

"No no no," begged Priscilla.

"Oh yes," said Horse, "BJ sit on the floor there in front of Miss Temple and shut her up for me."

BJ was out of his pants and underwear in a flash. He cock, which was nine inches long but pretty slim, was erect as a flagpole. He sat down, positioning his cock so it was right under Miss Temple's head.

Priscilla was still holding her ass wide open, and was bent over, as she saw BJ's dick right there in front of her face. Before she knew it, BJ grabbed both sides of her head and forced his cock into her mouth.

In surprise, she let go of her ass to push the cock away, but Horse slapped her ass, HARD and barked out, "Whachoo doin' slut? Grab those ass cheeks," and he slapped her again, even harder. In shock she grabbed her ass again, as BJ now forced his cock into her mouth even deeper.

She now realized that she was going to have to satisfy these boys, and it may not be so easy as just a blowjob or two.

Now she felt Horse' finger sliding into her still wet cunt. "How's that feel Miss Temple? Probably not enough fingers yet, hey? We seen what you like."

And now she felt a second finger invade her deepest recesses. Horse was working his fingers in and out, and it was giving her that feeling, the feeling that makes her pussy so wet. She let out a small moan. The boys heard, and BJ started to really pump his dick into her mouth as Horse shoved a third finger up her hole.

She liked the dick in her mouth, but it was his big fingers invading her that made Priscilla start to thrust her ass, and moan, and moan. Now a fourth finger! Priscilla started really thrusting her cunt onto his fingers.

"We know what you want Miss Temple," as Horse started pistoning all four fingers in and out of her oozing quim. "Slick, Oat, get on those tits."

Well Oat had been waiting to get that nipple into his mouth, and he dropped to the floor, and sucked it in like a man dying of thirst.

Slick on the other hand stood by Miss Temple and started to caress her big nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "Man I never have seen a nipple this big. This is hot. Think they're more sensitive when they're big like this?" And he started pulling on her nipple, and twisting it. Gently at first, then harder . . . and harder . . . and harder.

By now Priscilla had lost any sense of shyness or decorum she may have had. She had four fingers up her cunt sending waves of ecstasy through her body, one nipple being lovingly licked and sucked, a silky smooth sweet black dick leaking some delicious pre-cum in her mouth, and a strong hand sending waves of pain/pleasure through her with every twist of her other nipple. She was thrusting her cunt on the hand, bobbing her head on the dick, and sticking out her tits as her nipples were sucked and twisted.

Nothing was going through her brain. Her body had overtaken her brain with its' passion for these boys, and their dicks and hands, and mouths.

"I think she likes it, let's give er some more. C'mon Miss Temple," as Horse gently grabbed her hand and guided her to her feet "Clear off that table." As quick as he said it the computer monitors and keyboards were pushed aside, and Horse helped Miss Temple onto the table, positioning her doggie style, on her hands and knees.

"Just take it easy Miss Temple, you're gonna like this," said Horse as he once again slipped his four fingers into her glistening cunt . . . . but now, now that he had a better angle with her cunt right in front of him Horse folded his thumb in too. Now he really started to push . . . it wasn't about getting in just the fingers and thumb . . . he was going to fist her, right there on the table with her big tits swinging, her cunt dripping, and his friends watching.

She had been fisted once before, but it was by a petite little lesbo, with her dainty little hand, not by a big black man with enormous hands.

"Oh no, please stop. Please don't, please," she whimpered. But as she whimpered, she never stopped gyrating her hips. "Please don't, no one has ever done this to me before, please stop."

Horse snorted, "We saw you, we saw you stick your whole hand up there. Slick, start twisting her nipples again, I want to hear her moan."

"No no please please," she was begging . . . . but her hips were still gyrating, and now Horse had his fingers all the way in, even the knuckles, and was all the way up to the big knuckle at the base of his thumb. And as he put his weight behind it, suddenly his hand slipped all the way in! Now it was in up to his wrist!

"Oooo oooo oooo!" Miss Temple gasped, and as Horse balled up his hand into a fist inside her cunt, he could feel her vaginal canal start to contract.

Snake whipped out his long black cock and started jerking it off, "Man I ain't never seen anything like that. What a slut. Usually these white girls can't even fit our cocks, and she's just swallowing up his whole hand!"

Priscilla was wailing, "I'm cumming I'm cumming! Take it out! Aaaah! Aaaa!"

But instead of taking it out, Horse started pumping her cunt with his balled up fist, and the more he pumped the more she screamed, and the more she came.

"Let's shut her up," says Oat, as he steps in front of Miss Temple, and Oat being a really big guy, stuffs her mouth with the fattest cock she's ever seen.

"Uumph umph!" And as he pulls her mouth even deeper on his dick Oat chides, "Better stop talking with your mouth full Miss Temple. It ain't polite ya know."

All Priscilla knows is that her cunt is being stuffed by Horse like never before, his strong fist spreading her out and sending ripples of ecstasy through her body, her mouth is being stretched by the sweetest, fattest cock ever, and somebody keeps reminding her that she's just a subservient slut by twisting her nipples until tears well up in her eyes. She always wondered about heaven, and here it was right on earth, right in the Media Lab!

Priscilla is beyond regret or shame by the time she feels several hands lift her and flip her over on her back. Two of the hands are lifting her legs, spreading them apart so she's spread-eagled and pulled apart like a wishbone being strained to the breaking point, two of them are holding her arms far apart and wide – so between her arms and legs she's helplessly spread, wide open to be used and abused. One of them is balled up in a fist, being forced into her love canal. Two of them are squeezing her tits and twisting her nipples. One of them is jerking off the massive dick whose head is in her mouth.

"Now you gotta beg slut," as Horse withdraws his fist from her hungry cunt. "You gotta beg me. Please Mr. Horse, fist my slut hole. You say it or I won't put it back in."

Priscilla, chest heaving, looks at Horse through ravenous eyes, "Please please".

Horse laughs as he bends over, and to her surprise pushes his thumb savagely into her bunghole, "Now you beg me bitch or I'm gonna put my fist up here instead!"

Beyond shame she blurts, "Mr. Horse please put your fist in my sluthole. Please please," as she arches her back and stomach, thrusting her still glistening, still distended cunt toward Horse.

"Miss Temple, you're doin fine, you're gonna get an A in this class," says Horse as he balls up his left hand into a fist and starts to grind it around and around, pushing on Miss Temple's dripping vaginal lips and mashing and crushing her clit.

"Please please Mr. Horse stick it in. Please please give it to me."

And as Horse powers his fist down her canal Miss Temple starts cumming - bucking her ass up and down, trying to squeeze shut her legs which are being held far apart by strong young men.

"Eeeee! Eeeeee! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"

"BJ, didn't I tell you to shut her up?" And BJ stuffs his rod in her mouth. Priscilla keeps bucking, and cumming, and trying to scream through her stuffed mouth. She's cumming and bucking so hard that Horse's hand and arm is being yanked and dragged as her ass and cunt are flailing wildly up and down, and her cunt is contracted around Horse's wrist so tight he couldn't pull out his hand even if he wanted to.

Finally Priscilla collapses on the table, her cunt relaxing and releasing the smiling boy's hand. "Well Miss Temple, it sure looks like you had your fun. First you're gonna lick all your nasty cum off my hand, then we're gonna have our fun."

As Horse grabs the back of her head and thrusts his pussy-cum drenched fingers into her mouth Priscilla realizes that these boys could do anything to her. Naked, helpless. What could she do? She sucked her cum off his fingers.

"That's a good girl Miss Temple, now suck on Slick here." And once again, for the third time today, the first day she ever tasted black dick, her mouth was invaded yet again. As she started sucking, Horse began kneading her clit between his thumb and forefinger.

"Ow ow," she cried.

"You shut up and suck, or I'm really gonna make you cry." This son of a bitch Horse sounded like her ex, Vince, who did all kinds of horrible things to her. But he always made her cum, and eventually she came to like the rough treatment. How could these boys know? Was there a "Treat Me Like A Slut" sign tattooed on her forehead?

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"And besides, you like it!" They knew, they just knew.

"What you're gonna do is suck off Slick here. Then we're gonna let you go. Do it good and we'll let ya go."

Priscilla figured this was her way out. She sucked Slick's big black cock with all the skill she had. She licked the length of the shaft, she sucked his balls, she sucked around the head as her tongue flicked lightly and gently on the underside, driving Slick wild - - and when she felt his rod harden like steel she rammed her middle finger up his asshole, while jerking off his cock into her mouth, her mouth which was sucking like a Hoover Deluxe. Then she gobbled, yes gobbled, his cum like it was the finest brandy, and she couldn't get enough.

Slick's legs nearly buckled as she sucked him, and he fell back onto a chair.

"OK, Miss Temple, we're gonna let you go." Priscilla thought, "Whew." "But you need to meet us tomorrow night, at eight, at our clubhouse."

"Whaaat? Whaaat? I'm not meeting you anywhere."

Horse slowly waved the DVD in front of the startled woman's face, "Your choice Miss Temple. Meet us or suffer the consequences. And by the way, be wearing this when you show up."

Priscilla looked at the round stubby strangely shaped rubber object, "Where it? I don't even know what it is!"

"C'mon Miss Temple. The way you suck, and the way your pussy gobbled up my hand you gonna tell me you never seen a buttplug? I don't believe it."

"It's true, whaddya mean I have to 'wear it'? How do you wear it?"

"This is the deal - ya see that shape? Well you shove it up your ass, and the shape'll help it stay there. Then you put on your clothes and come over and meet us."

"I don't believe it. You think I'm going to shove this big fat thing up my ass? Never! Then walk around with it up there? That's ridiculous – never."

"OK, Miss Temple, your choice," as he waved the DVD in her face one more time.

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By the time Priscilla got back to her new, sweet little apartment, the incident in the Media Lab almost seemed unreal. Being taken by those boys . . . well, she wasn't going to stand for it.

As she emptied her handbag the buttplug fell out - oh yes, the incident was all too real, and she needed to deal with it. Would they really expose her if she didn't go along? She had no way to know, but they did have video of her.

She really couldn't risk being exposed, her reputation both personal and professional, ruined. Her career gone.

She woke up on Saturday from a good night's sleep, determined to make the best of the situation. By eight in the evening she needed to be at the boys' place, and she needed to be "wearing" the buttplug, however one did that. She had all day to figure it out, and to be in the right state of mind before the rendezvous.

On the weekends she usually went to the gym. After all, it wasn't easy to keep a body looking like hers, so she didn't mind the workouts. But today was going to be busy, so she did her stretches in front of the mirror.

She didn't think she was conceited, but she did like to admire her body in the mirror. At her age, or even younger, most women couldn't boast having firm legs and butt, slightly rippled abs, and solid, but not manly, shoulders and arms. And her breasts, or her "big bazooms" as she called them to herself - well some women might think they were too much, but she had never met a man who didn't go wild over them. And men always commented on the size of her nipples, which stuck out maybe a half inch and were as big around as her thumb - to Priscilla they looked normal, after all, she always had them, but men seemed to go wild over them and always wanted to either suck them or twist and pull them. Which was OK with her, she loved either.

But now she had the real problem of the buttplug to deal with. Wouldn't it hurt? Would it even fit?

She had a quick breakfast, made her morning visit to the bathroom, and decided to give it a try. The lube she used for her big dildos should work just fine.

She threw a towel down on her bed, stepped out of her panties and laid on her back. The buttplug really wasn't so big - maybe on inch in diameter, 3 inches in circumference . . . . smaller than any man's cock she had ever seen. Of course, she had never let a man stick it up there before.

A big dollop of KY on the tip. Legs spread, pulled up as high as possible, her knees almost at her ears. And now she could feel the tip at her anus . . . cold KY tickling her. A little shove . . . ooo, ooo . . . she wasn't used to something going up her ass. It felt strange, tight.

Priscilla pushed it in gently, but her anus resisted. "I must relax," she thought, and each time she gently pushed the plug, she exhaled and relaxed her sphincter - - and slowly, oh so slowly, a quarter inch at a time, the plug sunk into her depths.

Funny though, the further it got, and the more she relaxed, the better it felt. And then, suddenly, PHOOSH, it was sucked in the rest of the way. The funny shape of the plug just sucked it in!

"Damn," she thought, "is this thing gonna get stuck?" But a pretty gentle tug, and out it came. But the disturbing thing to Priscilla was, it actually felt pretty good . . . and working it in and out . . . . oh shit! What was she doing? She wasn't supposed to be enjoying this! She wasn't some depraved slut, she was an educated woman, a woman teaching at the college level! Being bullied by some students and forced to insert perverted objects up her anus simply was not going to turn her on. She wouldn't allow it!

And now she knew what she needed to know, that the nasty little thingie would slide up her butt. So out it came.

All day she managed to keep her mind off the evening meeting. But now, as she was driving in her car to the rendezvous, every time she hit a bump the buttplug gave her a zinger in the ass, every time she turned a corner it massaged the walls of her anus. It actually felt so good she had trouble driving, what with sensations coursing though her whole body.

The GPs got her to the address, she parked the car and started to get out. As she swiveled on the seat and extended her left leg, her weight shifted and the buttplug rammed her; she shuddered, trying to focus on getting to the boys' "clubhouse, and not the ever-more-pleasurable sensations coming from inside her thong.

The address seemed to be some sort of garage, a local mechanic shop. All looked dark, but she knocked on the greasy door. After a minute the door cracked open, "Well lookie lookie," she recognized Horse' voice, "I didn't know whether you'd be more afraid to come down here, or not to come."

"Right this way Miss Temple," as he strode into the dim shop, and she closed the door to follow. "Old Mr. Losco who owns this place lets us hang out. He says he'd rather we be here than out on the streets getting in trouble," he laughed hoarsely, "so he let us set up our clubroom here."

Horse opened a door, held it like a gentleman, and Priscilla stepped in. She was caught by surprise - the room was about the size of a living room, and was a warm cozy place with carpeting, draperies, a sofa and some chairs, and was gently lit. All the colors were earthtones, and there were plants in the corner, and copies of Van Gogh and Monet on the walls.

"Miss Temple, why don't you go fix yourself a drink," and as Horse motioned to the bar at the far side of the room Priscilla thought, "Maybe this won't be so bad after all." As she walked across the room she could feel the buttplug - felt good, but a constant reminder that she was under his control.

Priscilla watched as the tall, strong black boy wrestled some kind of piece of equipment out of the closet and dragged it into the center of the room. "There we go, how's your drink?"

She had poured herself a vodka, Grey Goose, with some cranberry juice, and it was actually pretty good.

"You did what I told you with the buttplug?" As she nodded, he slapped her on the ass and gave her a big grin, "And I'll bet you liked it, didn't ya?"

"Where are your friends?"

"Don't you worry about that, Miss Temple. My job is to get you warmed up, so first we're gonna make sure you followed my instructions. Now strip!"

Well that wasn't going to be so hard - all she had worn was a loose fitting blouse, tight jeans, her thong and sandals . . . she started to unbutton her jeans. "Not so fast, Teach. You do it right and give me a hardon, and maybe I'll go easy on you. First you down that drink, right now."

Priscilla gulped down the drink, after all vodka and cranberry was nearly tasteless. "And pour yourself another, then start taking off your top, nice and slow, and show me those big tits."

"I'm a teacher, not a, not a . . . . whatever," as she poured another drink. As she turned she started to unbutton her blouse. She knew men liked her big bazooms. She dropped the blouse slowly, then, as she inhaled deeply contracting her waist and filling her lungs, thrusting out her big melons and making them seem even bigger, she cupped each one in her hands, hands that were only half as big as her tits, with her index fingers gently touching each of her nipples . . . as if to say to Horse "You ain't seen nuthin like this before!"

And as he drank in the beauty of her tits with a broad smile, she started to get a warm feeling, some from the drink, and some from the excitement of exposing herself to this young man. Her hand dropped to her pants, to her zipper, and before she knew it she was out of her pants, standing there in her thong.

"OK Miss Temple, let me see that buttplug . . . that's it . . . . now turn around, bend down and spread em'."

She obeyed, and as she spread her cheeks she felt Horse slip his fingers under the thong, and start tugging on the buttplug. He was wiggling it around, and starting to pull it out . . . but no, now he was putting it back in . . . and out. Starting to work it in and out, and rotate it around and around. "ooooo ooooo."

As soon as he heard her moan, "I knew you were slut the minute I saw you. Tryin' to hide those outrageous tits and nipples, when all you really want is to be exposed for the slut you are."

"No, no," she tried to protest, "I'm a teacher, I'm a . . . . . " SLAP! SLAP! twice hard on the ass as he shoved the buttplug.

"Yeah, you're a teacher, but now I'm gonna teach you," he said, motioning toward the device he had dragged out of the closet. Priscilla thought it looked like one of the pieces of equipment from the gym.

"Siddown right there."

It was made of steel tubing, and the seat and back were covered in supple black leather. There were two sort of extensions that projected forward from the seat, that her thighs rested on. From the back there were two extensions that projected up, like the spreading arms of a "Y".

"Stick your arms up in the air, now!" And no sooner than her arms were up, click click, he had locked them to the extensions with bands around her wrists!

"What, what, what are you doing. What are you doing?" But instead of answering he placed heavy leather bands around her thighs, just above her knees, and pulled them tight, securing down her thighs. So now she couldn't move, wrists and thighs strapped down, arms high over her head, tits projecting like delicious dirigibles, her big nipples lewdly on display, buttplug up her ass.

"Oh, I'm not gonna hurt you Miss Temple, I'm just, let's say, assuring your cooperation for the evening. Let me show you how our little chair works." As he went around the back she could hear him adjusting something, and then her arms were being pulled out to her sides -- the arms of the "Y" could pivot wider or narrower. "Ya see, I can put your arms wherever I want." Then he bent down, hit a lever, and the whole contraption leaned back - so now she was laying on her back, arms spread, with her legs in a chair-like position, sort of like being on a kitchen chair on its' back. "Lemme go, lemme go!"

"And that's not even the best part Miss Temple," as he walked down toward her feet and released another lever. "Omigosh omigosh," as he spread her thighs further and further apart.

"You see, I can tilt you up or down, and I can spread your arms and legs apart if I want. But the best part, and I'm sure you noticed," which she didn't, cause she was too terrified to notice anything, "is that the way we designed these leg supports to spread gives us complete unobstructed access to all your slutty holes!"

She could feel him moving the buttplug in her ass. "But this little training plug we gave you ain't getting' it. We'll get onto the real thing soon, but right now," he pivoted her chair upright, "I'm guessing you want to enjoy a little more of your drink," as he offered her more, now with a straw.

"Why fight it?" she thought, as she sipped the vodka drink. This was always a lubricant that allowed her to do all the perverted things that her ex, that S.O.B. Vince, made her do.

"That's a good girl, now you get your reward," said Horse, as he waved a way bigger buttplug in her face. The one up her ass was maybe an inch in diameter, three inches in circumference, but this one . . . this one . . . this one was over twice that size. It was bigger around than any cock she had ever seen. Her eyes widened.

"Oh you like that, eh?"

"No, no, it will never fit, it'll hurt too much, ya gotta let me go, I'm not gonna . . ." SCHLUMPP! He stuffed a red ball into her mouth, and was now fastening its' leather straps behind her head.

"When you stop pissin' and moanin' the gag comes out. Like I said, these little tools are just gonna assure your cooperation. I'm not gonna hurt you Miss Temple, but I am gonna show you just how much you like this," as he dropped to his knees between her legs.

"Omigosh," she thought, "what did I get myself into with this sadistic pervert. What's he gonna do to me?" as she felt his tongue gently glaze over her clit. The last thing she expected was for him to give her pleasure. His tongue started circling her clit, massaging it gently, round and round . . . . and now his tongue darted, just for an instant, up her moistening hole . . . and back to the clit . . . and now into her hole, for a little longer this time, and a little deeper . . . . and back to her clit.

"uummph uummph," she tried to moan through the gag. "See Miss Temple I knew a little slut like you would like this," as he buried her cunt in his mouth, and extended his tongue deep into her hole, undulating and massaging the walls as he went. Now he started rotating the buttplug, and working it in and out. Ooooo, ooooo, it felt so good, the tongue in the twat and the plug in the butt, oooo, ooooo.

PHOOSH, out came the original plug. His mouth was still firmly on her cunt, his lips sucking in her clit like it was a little dick, and as he did, he was waving the new big buttplug in front of her face. "Omigosh," she thought, "he's going to stretch my asshole." And then she felt the tip of the giant invader starting its' nasty journey up her trench.

So far it felt OK, he was working it around and around, and gently, oh so gently, pushing it deeper. She couldn't tell how deep it was but now it started to really spread her bunghole, stretching, hurting . . . she tried to lift her ass off the plug, but as she did he sucked hard on her clit, driving her down onto the plug. And again she tried to lift off the plug, and again he slurped in her clit. Over and over, bucking up and down, and each time she was forced down, he gave her a little more plug. Over and over, up and down, in and out, and . . . . PHUUMP! Now she was plugged! That big plug up her ass! Plugged! She felt like her ass was going to burst, but the sensations coming from her clit made it OK.

"OK, now we'll get you warmed up." Warmed up? What did he mean warmed up? Priscilla was more than warmed up, her juices were coating her vagina, cuntlips glistening, and she was ready to cum! And according to him she wasn't even warmed up yet???

"Let's start on those nipples Miss Temple, you know, they're pretty hot." Well, she knew that men liked them, and she had been told that before. They stuck out maybe a half inch, and were as big around as her thumb, and she knew men liked to suck them, which was once again reinforced by this young man, who was on his knees, sucking greedily at her left nipple while kneading her right between his thumb and forefinger.

"We're gonna get these big nipples to stick out twice as far," as he gently licked the nipple, sending chills through her and causing it to swell and harden. He kept licking and blowing on it, sending chills through her, as she felt her pussy begin to moisten - she might have been his captive, but it sure felt good. He sucked it in again, harder, much harder than before, and her nipples grew even harder.

"Omigosh," she thought, "it's so hot watching him suck my nipple, I wish I had something to suck." What was she thinking? Why was she letting herself be turned on by this, this thug? Maybe it was the way he was sucking her tits, or maybe the big plug in her ass, or maybe just that she was so exposed, so helpless, so under his control - spread eagled and strapped down, ass plugged and tits jutting out for the world to see, cuntlips spread wide and dripping . . . yes, dripping, exposing her hidden passion, every bit of cuntmoisture confirming that she really was a filthy slut who was being turned on by this experience that would sicken a normal person.

"Whatcha think of those nipples now teacher?" as he backed off, letting the swollen, jutting nipple slip out of his mouth. Priscilla looked down at her engorged, swollen nipple. "Don't tell me ya don't like it, I can see your nasty pussyjuice runnin' out. You want more? Yeah? Well my mouth is right here, arch that back and push out those titties, c'mon show me you want it."

It wasn't embarrassing enough to be tied down with her tits and cunt exposed, now she had to thrust out her big bazooms, with her hardened protruding nipples if she wanted more sucking. "That's it Teach, show me you want it," as he sucked in the nipple, mashing her clit with his thumb. "UUMPH UUMPH!" she tried to scream through the gag as her cunt began to contract and waves of orgasm ripped through her body. She was trying to contract, but being strapped down all she could do was jerk convulsively as wave after wave after wave after . . . . . .

"You're such a slut Miss Temple, and I knew it the minute I saw you. You cum easier than anyone. All I gotta do is diddle you for a minute, and you go through the roof. I can't wait to see what happens when I really give it to ya."

What did he say? What did he say? Her ears were still ringing.

"Ya know, I like the way it looks with your big tits stickin' straight out, but I don't suppose you could keep your back arched like that for long, could ya? Well I'm gonna help you out," as he pulled out a chromed chain, with a black and silver device on each end. "You won't believe how much you're gonna wanna stick out your tits for me," as he fastened first one nipple, then the other.

Didn't feel too bad, Priscilla thought. He pulled on the chain, and they popped off, "See, they're way too loose. That's the problem, they're just no fun when they're too loose. Let's try em now." And this time they stung, and the bastard started pulling on them, putting her nipples in exquisite pain. "See, now we got it. I'm just gonna fasten the chain here."

As he reached toward the ceiling he fastened the chain to a little hook that she hadn't noticed before, and then started pulling on the attached rope, pulling and tugging her nipples up toward the ceiling . . . so tight that tears started welling up in her eyes.

"C'mon Miss Temple, don't cry. I thought you were smarter than that. All you hafta do is arch your back, shove out those big titties so the rope isn't pullin' so hard. C'mon shove 'em out, make me happy and maybe I won't attach the clips to your pussy lips next. Heh heh, that'd really give ya some tears."

Well he was right, as long as she kept her tits shoved out like some sort of bizarre comic book character the pain was tolerable.

"See you got it! Just hold it right there and you'll feel great," as he grabbed the buttplug and started twisting it in her ass. She started to move her ass away from the plug, but every time she moved her hips, and it didn't matter which way, it made the chain pull on the nippleclips. "That's it, you try to sit still and keep your titties pointing up," as he rippedthe plug from her tender ass, "sit still now!" as he drove it back home, and her body involuntarily reacted. "Don't move," as he again ripped it out, and "sit still!" drove it home.

Now he was driving that plug, and ripping it out, over and over. And her body was convulsing with each powerful penetration, and relaxing with each withdrawal, the pain and the pleasure alternating between her engorged nipples and her distended bunghole, as her body danced convulsively as though it were a marionette being controlled by strings on its' nipples and a stick up its' ass.

"That's it, dance for me Teach. And they say white girls can't dance!" as he laughed deeply, more actually like a moan than a laugh, as he drove the rubber marauder up her screaming ass time and again.

"Now you know who's in charge teach, now you know?"

Priscilla was shaking her head up and down as hard as she could, and trying to scream, "Yes yes!" through the gag.

"Are you sure? Are you gonna do whatever I say? Or do I need to keep drillin' your slutty ass?"

Her body was still jerking convulsively, nipples being pulled, ass being ravaged, and at the same time she was trying to shake her head, "yes yes yes," and "no no no," all at once. And suddenly, PHOOSH, the plug was out of her ass, the clips off her nipples, the gag out of her mouth. "I think we understand each other now. Besides, I've been letting you have all the fun, now you're gonna make me feel good."

[hirarandi]

"Please let me up, I've got to go to the bathroom," she pleaded. Horse released her. When she got back Horse pointed to the leather chair again.

"No no," she pleaded.

"Am I gonna hafta teach you another buttplug lesson?" She hung her head as she slumped in the chair.

"Get your arms up and stick out those tits!" and he savagely twisted her nipple, "and thank me for the slut lesson I'm givin' you here today." By now her resolve was gone, and she obediently thanked him as he strapped her back in, spread her legs and arms further than before, and tilted the chair back at a 45 degree angle. Then he straddled her face.

From her perspective all she could see was his crotch. Contrary to the popular style, he was wearing tight jeans, and she could see his sac bulging between his legs, and the curvature of his cock going toward the leg of his pants. "Lick my balls and maybe I'll take it out and let you have a taste."

As she buried her head in his crotch she could smell his manhood. She breathed it in and savored it like the sweet aroma of spring - - nothing smelled quite as good as a man's crotch. "Getchyour tongue out," as he savagely twisted her nipple, "and stick out those tits!" as he twisted the other nipple.

She started licking and gently biting his mansac through the jeans. "More tongue!' as he twisted her nipple so hard she winced, "and let me hear you down there." She started moaning as she licked. She started wanting a real taste of his manhood, not just his jeans.

She felt him shift, and heard his zipper, and as he backed away and wiggled down his jeans she found herself face to face with the most enormous cock she had ever seen. Horse was a pretty tall guy, and his manmeat hung down at least half the distance between his thigh and his knee, and it was flaccid. Flaccid, and it must have measured twelve inches, and it was as fat around as her little brothers' Little League bat, too fat for her hand to reach all the way around, maybe eight inches in circumference. Her jaw dropped open, it was bigger even than her really big dildos. "Omigosh, omigosh . . . .what are you going to do with that?"

"Baby, now you know why they call me Horse. And it's not what I'm going to do, it's what you're going to do. And you can start with your mouth . . . right now, get me hard Teach. Lick my dick, lick my balls, suck my cock . . . just get me hard."

She started licking the underside. "Omigosh," she thought, "I never knew a cock could be this big. It could never fit in a woman, not any woman. Oh shit, not me." Thoughts were racing though her head as she licked her way toward the monster head. And in the background she could hear Horse, a running monologue, part to himself but half out loud so she could hear.

"Yeah Teach, when I saw you stick your hand up your cunt I had a feeling. A feeling that I had finally found the woman I need. The woman who could take my cock. You don't know what it's like, I've never been able to get my cock into any of these women. That's it baby, suck on the head, suck on the head."

Her lips were stretched to the max as she invited his dickhead into her mouth. Silky smooth like velvet, a little salty tasting, and as big as a small apple. It filled her mouth as much as the ballgag had.

"Yeah Teach, I knew when you were jumpin' up and down on my fist yesterday that you were the one that my dick's been waitin' for."

"Oh no," she thought "this thing is getting even bigger and harder!" as it grew from it's footlong flaccid state to maybe 15" long and at least 9" around. "Nobody could ever take this!"

"Yeah baby, I'm gonna bury my cock in your pussy, the whole thing. And before it's over you're gonna beg for it. You may not think so now, but I'm gonna bury it in your ass too. And maybe we'll see if you can deepthroat me, heh heh heh!"

"NO NO!" she wanted to scream, but she was too enraptured with the giant cock, the black manmonster that had her under its' spell, as she kept licking, sucking, worshipping at Horse's Temple Of The Black Horsecock. "Omigosh, he's gonna split me open . . . . ."

[hirarandi]

How could Priscilla let herself get in this situation?

Just yesterday morning she was living a normal life, enjoying her new teaching job at a community college, living in her new apartment in Baltimore after moving from the south, a move so welcome to her after her marriage to that s.o.b. Vince finally ended.

But yesterday afternoon changed it all - caught masturbating by a group of black students at the schools' media lab, then blackmailed into stripping and performing sex acts in front of the boys. Completely defiled and debased as their leader, Horse, fistfucked her in front of his friends . . . and even worse, exposing a sluttish submissive side of her that she never really admitted to having, as she rode his fist like a $10 whore in heat, cumming over and over as he drilled her dripping cunt.

And here, at the boys' clubhouse a day later, she finds herself restrained on some kind of specially-built chair, that allows her to be positioned however he wants her - up, down, spread, closed. She tried to protest as Horse had ravaged her asshole over and over with a buttplug, but to no avail - the more she protested the harsh treatment, the tighter he locked his mouth on her cunt, his tongue driving her clit wild. He seemed to know she was a slave to her own body, to her orgasms, and he was using them to overcome any objections she might have to his harsh and perverted use of her body.

And now, finally, he has exposed himself, revealing a cock which is unmatched by anything she has ever seen. Probably, she thinks, unmatched by any other in the world - black, strong and beautiful, this is clearly the Heavyweight Champion of cocks. Roughly a foot long when flaccid, her licking and sucking has grown the black beauty (or monster) to roughly fifteen inches in length. But equally impressive is the girth . . . if her arms weren't restrained she's sure that her hand could barely even reach halfway around -- it seemed as big around as a soda can!

Licking the enormous shaft, she attempts to take the monster in her mouth, her pussy tingles . . . becoming wetter and wetter. She knows this behemoth could never fit in her, that it would split her open, that it would make her cry in pain . . . . but somehow, being controlled by this strong young black man, being restrained and forced to worship his massive manhood, somehow, somehow, is the most exciting thing that's ever happened to her. She's nearly cumming, as she succumbs to his power, to the beauty and enormity of his burgeoning black billyclub.

SLAP! . . . brought back to reality. "What are you doin, you stupid slut, lick that dick, and don't stop again!" SLAP! SLAP! . . . twice more on her inner thighs.

Again she tries to engulf the head between her lips, tries to let it invade her mouth. The, head, as big as a small apple, pops past her teeth and fills her mouth, pressing down on her tongue and up on the roof of her mouth as it forces her jaws apart to the limit.

"That's it Teach. I know you like big things in your cunt, but now we'll see if you can deepthroat," as his hips start to slowly gyrate, and the monster starts pushing against the back of her mouth, trying to enter her throat, making her gag. 

SLAP! SLAP! . . . on her thighs again, "Stop gaggin' on my cock, open up your throat!" SLAP! SLAP!

She had read that the key was breathing through the nose, and just relaxing the throat to basically swallow the cock. If she could relax her ass enough for that buttplug . . .

"I'm gonna help you relax," as she feels his fingers gently massaging her clit. Completely helpless, spread and restrained, no defense against his probing fingers, unable to stop the waves of pleasure emanating from her helpless clit . . . she can feel her pussy moisten. Now he's got some fingers invading her womanhood, while his other hand continues to tease her clit. Her hips start to undulate . . oh so slowly . . automatically, unconsciously . . . as his fingers probe deeper.

And his hips start to gyrate, pressing the monster against the back of her mouth . . . but now, now, she tries to relax, and as his cock starts to enter her throat she breathes out, and loosens her throat as if to swallow a big gulp. He gyrates back . . . then front . . . little by little the delicious monster marches down her throat.

She opens her eyes and can see that there is still a mile of cock in front of her face. Actually, maybe 7 more inches, and thinks, "I've got eight inches down my throat! This is like swallowing a zucchini, whole!" as she starts squirming, trying to swallow even more. All the while, telling herself not to panic, and to just breathe slowly through her nose.

"Yes Miss Temple, you are one hot slut. Nobody has ever taken that much of me before," as he starts undulating his hips rhythmically, his massive cock moving her head and neck back and forth with it . . . he wasn't driving it in any deeper, just grinding his hips with half his monster cock down her throat. "C'mon, use your tongue, massage my cock." With her head bent back, her mouth and throat stuffed, she tries moving her tongue over his delicious dong . . . almost impossible with her mouth so stuffed, but she manages to start massaging it with her tongue, drinking in the velvety softness of its' skin, and the hardness of its' engorged state. "That's it you nasty white whore, eat my cock," as he twists both her nipples, making her gasp and unintentionally swallow even more of the obscene organ.

"OK Teach, I'm impressed, I see that you can take orders, so now I'm gonna give you a treat," as he starts to slowly, oh so slowly, withdraw his huge black manmeat. Priscilla watches him back out of her mouth; she can't believe how much dick!! How much dick he has! How much she swallowed! He keeps going back and back, and there's still more! Where was he going, all the way to New York?

As it came out of her mouth Priscilla watched the big snake sag It was still partly flaccid as Horse put just the tip to her mouth, "You lick it good while I get it hard. We're gonna need it hard now." And as she lightly licks all around the bulbous head, marveling at the softness and sweetness, Horse closes his eyes and jerks his cock, slowly and firmly, and she feels it start to harden. Not getting much bigger than its' already immense size, but the skin starting to tauten and the veins starting to bulge . . . looking like a thick piece of black steel covered with bulging veins.

Bending down and adjusting her restraint chair, so now she's once again laying on her back, arms spread, legs in a chair-like position, sort of like being on a kitchen chair on its' back. As he walks toward her feet he hits a lever, pulls her legs apart, really far, really hard, so now she's like a wishbone stretched to the point of breaking, her cunt exposed, open, vulnerable.

The view as he steps between her legs is terrifying, "No, no," she whimpers, cowering at this cock, over twice the size of anything she has ever taken. Bigger even than her Long Dong and King Kong vibrators. "Please, please," she begs, as he places his balls against her cunt and his hand hold the shaft upright at attention, like a big fat black billyclub.

As he releases his cock it thuds heavily on her trembling body, the massive head slapping down right between her tits. He grinds his hips, massaging her cunt with his balls (or maybe massaging his balls with her cunt?) the bulbous head wiggling between her tits . . . moving around like a one-eyed monster winking at her.

"No no," she screams, "you'll kill me. You can't put that in me, it'll never fit!"

"C'mon Teacher," laugh gruffly, "I saw you stuff your hand up your own cunt. When I stuffed my hand up there you couldn't even stop from cumming, you nasty slut. You're not only gonna take it your cunt, you're gonna take it your ass. And before its over you're gonna beg me to fuck you in all your dirty holes."

Omigosh, she thought, he's gonna rip me open, he's gonna . . . CLICK. To her right the door opened.

"Oh man, Horse! Lookit what Horse has goin' on here! It's the teacher!" as Snake and Slick saunter in. "You gonna fuck 'er, man? You know nobody can take your cock."

"Yeah boys, you're just in time to see a first. She tried to deepthroat me but couldn't get it all in, so now I'm gonna try her other holes, but she's cryin' that it's too big. Too big? After what we seen 'er take?"

Snake, already concentrating on pulling the helpless teacher's nipple, says, half to himself and half out loud, "I think I can help get her ready for you, pal. I have 'The Answer' outside."

"Yeah Snake that might do it, go get the answer."

As Snake releases the nipple and moves toward the door, Horse continues moving his hips, his big dick slithering all the way from her cuntlips to her chest, "Yeah Teacher we're gonna give you the Answer. You already know the question . . . How much do I hafta beg Mr. Horse to put his big dick in me?"

Before long the door opens again, this time Snake holding a chrome leash . . . . and on the end of the leash a woman. In red, head to toe . . . red vinyl, or rubber, skin tight. Covering every inch, stretching as she moved slowly, following the tugging leash. She was tall . . . . no, noo, she was short, but in amazing red patent leather high heels, maybe five or six inches, forcing her to literally stand on her toes. Which of course makes her calf muscles bulge and her firm round ass stick out. Tight waist and ample shapely breasts. Firm shoulders and a straight neck. A tight red vinyl hood completely covers her head.

Was she white, or black? Impossible to tell, no skin showing. The only openings are two nostril holes, a mouth hole, perhaps two eyeholes but it was impossible to know as there's a matching mask over the eyes, and . . . . two holes at the ends of the leash, each allowing a nipple, a pierced nipple, to protrude. In each nipple a large silver or platinum ring, each attached to the leash; she's led in, blindfolded, on tippy toes, in her outrageous heels, by her nipples!

Even as a helpless captive, Priscilla thinks this looks pretty hot, this girl with the killer body and ass so helpless and so controlled.

Snake guides her to between Priscilla's wide-splayed legs, "On your knees, Answer. Now stick our your tongue." Priscilla watches the girl's face pushed into her helpless vagina. "Stick your tongue in there Answer. Taste it. TASTE IT. You taste that? You taste that?"

"Uh uh."

"Lemme tell you, Horse is gonna put his cock in there. What you think of that?"

"No, no, don't do it her."

"You feeling bad for her if Horse put his big cock in there?"

"Yeah I feel bad, don't let Horse hurt her with that big thing."

"Well don't feel too bad Answer, cause this is what's gonna happen. You gonna do what I say and we gonna loosen up this slut pussy so Horse fit in. And if it don't fit in we gonna stick his dick in you!"

"NO NO don't let him try to put in me. NOT AGAIN, please please," she begged.

"OK Answer, you're gonna help get it looser so it go in her, not in you. Start lickin' and get it nice and juicy. And just remember where that cock going if it don't fit in this slut."

The girl, clearly terrified at the thought, dives into Priscilla's cunt - - licking, caressing, savoring her clit, and her lips, like only a woman can. Priscilla can't help but respond to the light, sweet feminine touch, as her hips started moving.

"C'mon Answer get that clit, or I gonna let him do you," Snake firmly pushes her into the cunt harder. Frightened, the girl locks her lips onto the clit and sucks it into her mouth with all her might, oscillating her tongue back and forth, left to right, right to left, as fast and as hard as she can. Answer has the clit in a death grip, sucking it in so hard there's no escape, and diddling it hard and fast, as she begins moaning and munching on the clit, "NMM NMM NMM NMM NMM NMM . . . . . "

Priscilla can't take it, "eeeeee eeeeee eeeeee eeeEEE...eeEEEE.. EEEEEE..EEEEEE," and suddenly POP, as Snake snatches the girl's head from Priscilla's clit, and the cold air flooding her vagina.

"We not here to make her feel TOO good, we here to open her up and let her know who's in charge. Stand up," as he pulls the girl to her feet, leading her around so she's standing over Priscilla's head, her crotch just above the teacher's face.

"Spread 'em!" as she does, Snake runs the zipper down and around the girl's crotch and sticks his fingers in the girl's red suit. His fingers reaching left, right, squeezing, tugging, "Lemme get this all for ya." 

As his hand withdraws, Priscilla gasps, "omigosh!" at the most, the most, well the most pussy lips she had ever seen. Hanging from the unzipped slit in the red suit were the biggest, fattest pussylips she had ever seen, even in those filthy perverted pictures. Thick, deep dark pink, the full lips bulging, almost exploding, from the suit. They look like an exotic fruit or an exotic flower . . . . a beautiful blooming exotic flower with tempting lips that will suck in their pray. Staring in awe, she thinks sarcastically, "Lewd Lovely Lascivious Lips," Even at a time like this she can't avoid her education, "Lewd Lovely Lascivious Lips, indeed!" 

"Now squat!"

Priscilla protests, "Wait a minute, I don't . . . . " MMPH, instantly silenced as her mouth and nose are buried in folds of tender flesh, her nostrils inhaling the sweet womanhood.

"You don't what slut?" as her nipples are twisted, "you do, and you will," as she felt fingers slip into her own womanhood, her clit, "cause if you don't, I'm a gonna give you pain," another twist, hard, of both the nipple and her tender clit, "and in the end you will, so do it now. You eat the Answer right now. We worked long and hard makin' her pussy lips so big and fat, you think it's easy? All that pussy suckin' and hangin' weights on her? You eat it and show me you like it, or I'll make you scream!"

Priscilla, mouth and face buried in the exotic flower, head engulfed by the Answer's thighs, could barely hear Snake, but she could feel the impertinent boy attack her nipples and pussy. She starts moving her whole head up and down, around and around, massaging the soft sweet cunt with her face. Inhaling the aroma. This was nothing like eating a man . . . so soft, so warm, so engulfing.

She extends her tongue, thinking, "Omigosh, it tastes sweet!" as she lets her tongue go north and south, east and west, exploring the inner reaches, all of them tasting so sweet, so warm. Thinking there must be a clitoris here somewhere she starts moving her head around and finally, stretching her neck way up, and sticking her tongue out as far as possible, the tip of the tongue barely touches the love button. Answer moans, her legs buckling a little, and as the legs buckle and the Answer's body trembles, her cunt quakes and mashes down on Priscilla's face.

The prize is now hanging in Priscilla's mouth, resting on her tongue. Like the rest of this obscenely meaty vagina, the clit is a thick sweet chewy ball of flesh. Priscilla attacks it with her tongue, licking it gently, then harder and harder, as she sucks it in. She has it trapped in her mouth and is feeding on it like a ravenous baby feeds on a generous nipple. And it's growing, hardening. She sucks harder.

Up above, though Priscilla can barely hear it, the Answer is howling, grinding her hips into Priscilla's face. Snake is pulling the leash straight up, stretching her tits and nipples toward the ceiling, "Feed 'er your pussy Answer, feed it to 'er!", as Answer thrusts her hips, gave a final wail, and sits hard on Priscilla's face, trembling, cumming, nearly crying.

Priscilla is still licking, sucking, her face is anointed, drenched, by the sweet juices of this woman, love cum filling her mouth, and as Answer cums, she presses her body down on the teacher, and Priscilla feels the obscene folds of pussy flesh engulf her face . . . it was heavenly.

"You like her, don't you Answer?" Snake asks the still trembling girl. "Uh huh."

"Well let me show you what you like so much," as he leads her, nipples pulled by the leash, back between Priscilla's legs, "on your knees . . tongue out . . taste it, remember it."

"Now," as he pulls back the still trembling girl's head, and takes off her mask, exposing only two small eyeholes, "take a look at your delicious ho."

The girl's eyes widen, "no, noooo!"

"Yeah, yeah, taste her again," as he forces the girls' head back into the gaping pussy.

"no noooo"? Priscilla thinks. Am I so horrible looking? Why "no noooo"?

"OK Teach, now we'll give you the Answer," as he starts pulling off the red head cover, exposing straight shiny black hair, fair skin, and oooooh nooooo, it was, it was Katy Kalani, the bright, beautiful Hawaiian girl that shone every day in Priscilla's class.

"NOOO NOOO," cried Priscilla as Katy's face was ground into her helpless honeypot. Priscilla was now howling and pulling, struggling to get out of the restraints, "NOOO NOOO."

"Eat that pussy Answer, suck on her clit, harder, harder," as Priscilla struggled, trying to get away from this nightmare where not only had she been exposed as an almost willing participant, a pervert, to her star student, a girl who admired her, but the star student herself . . . . a girl so sweet and beautiful and bright, had been exposed as a love slave, a perverse little whore with pierced nipples, distended fleshy labia and a huge clit, all which had been magnified, enlarged, by countless hours of perverse play and training at the hands of these boys.

Nothing could have possibly be more demeaning, or crushing, to Priscilla. Her struggles subside and she gives herself over to the perverted probings of Katy's tongue.

"Now Answer, we're gonna spread out her cunt so the Horse can go in."

"No no. Don't make me, I won't do it, I won't hurt her. Whatsa matter with you, she's our teacher, I won't do it!"

"You WILL do it Answer!" as he starts slapping her ass, hard, "you will. You're gonna stick your hand right up her trashy white cunt, or. . ."

"Oh please stop," whined the teacher, "please stop. It's alright Katy, you can do it, stick your hand in me. Just don't hurt her. Please Katy stick it in me, you got little hands. It's OK, I like it," tears seeping out of Priscilla's bright blue eyes. 

"Well Teacher," chimes Horse, "that's very good. We only known you for a day, and already you're beggin' to be fisted, very good."

"Really?" Answer queried in a meek voice. The teacher, more ashamed than ever, nods. Answer slides two fingers in the still juicy slit, working them around, then a third, and a fourth. The teacher's eyes softly close and her head relaxes back. Answer starts rotating and pumping the four fingers in and out, and every time on the instroke her thumb kneads the projecting clit.

"Thumb, Thumb, Thumb," the boys chanted.

Answer folds in her thumb and pushed. Her little hand pops right into Priscilla's waiting, willing cunt. Right to the wrist, with hardly any resistance.

"What a slut! Let's see how deep she is. Answer, stick it in deeper." Answer starts pushing gently, but hits some resistance, so begins rotating her hand and arm, first this way, then that, always pushing. Priscilla's emitting a heavenly moan as the petite girl's arm slowly probes, deeper and deeper. "Jumpin Jehosaphat Batman!" says Answer, as her favorite teacher's pussy slowly swallows her petite arm, nearly to the elbow.

"OK Answer, now ball your hand up in a fist, and pull it out," and as the girl's fist pops out, "now put that fist back on her cunt and grind it in . . . .that's it, now shove it in." Snake directs her to slowly increase the speed and force, until she's driving her clenched fist in and out with the force of a jab. The teacher is just loving it, straining at her restraints, trying to pump her hips, eyes rolling back in her head . . . moaning, moaning.

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"That's OK Teach, Answer. Now we do the spreader. Answer take your arm about halfway out. Now lay your other hand right down on your forearm. That's it, nice and flat. Now slide that second hand right up in to her."

"What, what?" both women cry. "I won't do it, I won't do it!" screams Answer. "No no" whimpers Priscilla.

"You will do it, and let me tell you why. Horse, c'mere and remind her."

The tall handsome boy steps up right next his teacher, lifts his obscene manhood, and lets it flop down right across her stomach. Big as an anaconda, and so long that it lays across her stomach and hang down the other side.

"Now I'm gonna ask you Answer to think about the last time we tried to put that in you, and how you cried and begged. Answer, if you don't open up little Miss Slut-teacher here then we're gonna put it in you, and this we ain't gonna stop."

"Noooo noooo" the girl wailed.

"Slide your hand up there Answer. Do it now." The terrified, defeated girl starts moving her hand slowly, ever so slowly . . . . .first one fingertip, then the next, and suddenly all four fingertips are in, the teachers cunt easily stretching to accommodate them. She slowly slides her hand down her other forearm and the fingers begin disappearing from sight. The thumb starts in as well, the teacher's cunt stretching obscenely to accommodate the girl's second hand.

"It's too tight, my hand won't go any further," says the girl, not expecting Horse to lean over, grab her wrist and jam it into the teachers protesting pussy. 

"Holy shit!" Priscilla grimaces and strains at the restraints, "I can't take any . . . "

"Umph, umph," Horse grunts as he shoves the beautiful girl's arms further into the trembling teacher's distended cunt, "you know you love it Miss Temple, you know you do, and now we're gonna have Answer really do you! Snake, give it to Answer, make her fistfuck this slut!"

Snake unzips his pants, exposing his throbbing rigid black rod in all its' glory. Dropping to his knees behind Answer, he positions the head of his cock, glimmering with pre-cum, between the meaty folds of her exaggerated labia. He slowly works the head into her canal, then, with a strange smile, almost a sneer, he rams his cock, right to the balls, into her cunt.

"Oooh oooh," she screams. He withdraws it all the way, then rams it to the hilt a second time, yelling at her, "Now straighten out your arms bitch, straighten your arms!" And as he continues to ram the helpless girl, she straightens her arms and drills her teacher, giving her a double fistfuck with the intensity and force of a pile driver.

Priscilla has never been fucked like this before, with her pussy spread beyond its' limits. Matter of fact, her pussy has always been able to take whatever she wanted, and now this beautiful young woman was fucking her with both hands! It hurt as she was stretched and pulled, this way and that, but it was also exciting!

"Look at that, the fucking slut likes it! She likes it!" And as the reluctant student is held and fucked like a helpless rag doll, and is used the same way as a giant dildo or a human battering ram, the teacher reveals even further depravity than the boys expected, further depravity than she knew she was capable of . . . . as she fucks, and cums, and begs and pleads . . . as she is used and abused, invaded and stretched over and over.

And all the time the boys verbally demean both her and the girl. Telling them, reminding them, what sluts they are . . . . telling them how this is just the beginning, how they are nothing more than the property of the boys, to be used and abused.

Suddenly Snake freezes, his body rigid, a primal scream emitting from deep in his throat, as he arches his back and starts spasmodically pumping his thick hot sperm into Answer. Staggering back, looking as though he can barely stand, black cock glistening with sweet pussy juice and his own cum.

Half dazed, Snake pulls the girl back, her arms and hands vacating the stretched cunt, now hanging half open like a giant used rubber, the teacher shocked as the cold air rushes into her gaping gash and her juices ooze out. Nearly dragging the girl, he positions her over the shocked teacher, "Spread em' Answer," and as the girl parts her legs and his newly ejaculated cum drips out, "and you Teacher, eat my load."

He then grabs the beautiful girl by both sides of her head, and guides her head as she hungrily licks her own juices and his still-leaking cum off his majestic black cock, all the while the teacher gobbling, licking, slurping the girl's luscious cum coated cuntlips.

The scene was lewd and perverse. Had you walked in at that moment, not seeing what came before, the impression you would have was that of a royal black cock, dripping and spewing it's noble seed into the mouth of a beautiful worshipper, and passing right though her body, through her magnificent flowering cuntlips and into the waiting mouth of an even more depraved disciple . . . lapping deeply as she sat bound, spread, cunt gaping and glistening, mammoth mammaries and elongated nipples jutting obscenely for the world to see. Sick, perverted . . . . hot, hot, hot.

When Snake finally staggers back he gets a good look at Miss Temple. Still licking Answer's loose and lascivious lips, her face coated in cuntjuice and cum, chest heaving as she eats the girl's pussy with such passion and intensity that she herself is nearly cumming. Her cunt, having been worked over and double fisted, is still wet, dripping actually, and hanging half open - - he can actually see up her vagina, it's so stretched it won't even close all the way!

"Man," he says with a broad smile, looking at Horse, "I think she's ready for you now." 

Horse, who's been waiting for this day his whole life, smiles back, "Yeah, I think the fun's just beginning," as he steps in front of the salacious teacher's gaping pussy, his cock hard, supported like a baseball bat one hand over the other.

Priscilla sees his cock approaching through dreamy eyes and gasping breath. As the big velvet head makes contact if sends a shiver through her body. "Like that, eh"? "Uh huh."

Horse starts rubbing the head in circles around his teacher's mushrooming lips as she begins breathing even harder, deeper and faster in anticipation. He leans in a little and the big silky head tries to wedge it's way in . . . to no avail. His cock is still hard as steel. He starts rocking forward and back, his cock pushing, spreading, cajoling her willing but reluctant lips to yield. Finally WHOOMP, the head pops in.

As he stands there frozen, amazed to see a cunt which could finally accept his cock, the teacher is going wild! Pushing and pulling at her restraints with all her might, lifting her hips up and down, hard and fast - - either trying to get on the cock, or trying to get off, who could say? Screaming and moaning unintelligibly "omigosh, I can't . . no . . yes yes . . put it . . oh oh."

Horse pops out the hefty head, looks at her cunt hanging open, dripping, and pops it back in. The teacher starts screaming, cumming, cursing, spazzing.

He holds his cockhead still, in her still-contracting cunt, and waits for the spasms to subside, "You like it, don't you?" "Uh huh." "You want more than just the head, don't you?" "UH HUH!"

"Well I'll tell you what Miss Temple," as he withdraws the massive head, leaving an aching emptiness in her. "I'm gonna give it to you . . . .maybe. But only if you show me you want it."

"Oh I want it. I want it. Please Mr. Horse, anything you say, just put it back in."

"No Miss Temple, I said SHOW me, not just a bunch of words, and this is how you're gonna show me. Next week your gonna meet me here again, but next week you're not gonna be dressed in those modest clothes you always wear, and you're not going to be acting like and uppity prude. Oh no, you gonna be dressed up real hot, real slutty, real down and dirty . . don't matter what you wear, you choose, but when you walk in it better make my jaw drop, and my cock rise."

"And if you can get that far, then you figure out how to show me you want it, bad. And if you do that, then I'll let you worship my cock, and I promise I'll impale you on it and give you the most fulFILLing fuck of your life. I'll se ya back here next week, and . . . oh yeah, see you in class on Monday."

The End

[Kalyan143]

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