Miss Brown - Interracial Sex (Copied)

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Elijah Wood is a species all his own. Senioris Assius. 

Actually, I don't think he is a senior. He's 19, but he might be a junior. He hardly deserves to be a freshman. He never studies anything but my butt, never does his work, never does much of anything really, except hit on me every chance he gets.

Unfortunately, due to his behavior, I end up writing him up frequently for sexual harassment. And the brilliant principal's advice is to give him detention hall. 

Yes, for grabbing my ass in front of the whole class, the office sent him back with a recommendation that I keep him after school. In a room, alone with me, for two hours. Brilliant.

So there we are- me grading papers, him ogling me and whistling, and me begging the clock to hit five as soon as possible. He comes up to my desk. I turn to him, asking him what he needs.

He grabs my wrists. "To finish what I started in class today." 

He pulls a bandanna out of his pocket and ties my wrists together, in one swift motion, before I even know what is happening. All I can think to say was "No. Please. Please. No." and my whispered pleas are ignored. I choke those two words up, over and over, until there are no words left. 

"Shut up," he says. And it doesn't occur to me to scream, or even to continue my feeble begging. I just cry silently, hoping he won't hurt me too much.

His hand comes crashing onto my face, a burning slap. I cry harder. He hits me again, at least ten times. And every time it stung worse. My whole body is shaking and it feels like my face is on fire. And I'm sobbing so hard. "Shut up, slut," Elijah told me. "Shut up and get on your knees."

Not wanting to be hit again, I drop to my knees, hands still tied behind my back. I look at the floor, terrified for my life. 

"Look at me, you little whore."

I look at him, avoiding his eyes.

"I'm going to untie your hands, little slut. But if you try to escape, I'll beat you to a bloody pulp and leave you here to die." Something in his growling voice told me he means it. He unties my hands, removes my shirt, and unsnaps my bra. I can feel my breasts being exposed, touching the cold air. No one has ever touched me like this before, in all my twenty-two years. No one has ever touched my breasts. And this boy, this huge student, is going to be the first. 

His big black hands grab my breast tightly, squeezing too hard, and I jump a bit. He slaps me again, and reties my arms behind my back. "See, whore? This is how it's going to be. I've wanted your cunt since the first time I saw you. And today, I'm going to get it. You're going to be my slut today. And there's nothing you can do about it."

I've always been a sweet girl. Sure, I partied a bit in college, but it was innocent drinking. No guys. I got straight As. I became a biology teacher. I did everything right. I'm not a slut. I'm not a whore...

His hands are all over me. And I'm too in shock to scream, or fight back, or even move. He's pulling my nipples, manhandling me, but I'm starting to tingle nonetheless. It doesn't make sense. I don't want this. It doesn't even feel nice. 

But it's turning me on somehow. He brutalizes my breasts with his hands and teeth, yanking on my breasts, biting the nipples, squeezing everything too hard. 

He starts to lift me, and I don't even protest. I'm five foot two, about a hundred pounds, and very liftable. He throws me down onto a lab table. I bump my head, and my body crashes down hard. He positions me so that my legs are open, and facing him. He spreads them further, removing my shoes. He unbuttons my pants and yanks them off of me. 

Then, as my mind spins out of control, he rips my panties off too. And my pussy is there, plain as day, exposed to the cool air. I am naked. And this huge black boy, six foot five and all muscle, is stripping down to his boxers.

I can see his erection tenting his underpants, and it's huge. The head is nearly poking out of the elastic of his boxers, which he leaves on for now. My legs go limp, my whole body for that matter, is frozen in fear. 

"Mmmm, Miss Brown. Look at that. A little juicy shaved pussy, all for me. I'm going to fuck that tiny little cunt. I'm going to pound it hard. No mercy for you, slut."

He opens the outer lips, staring at the pink insides. He moans loudly, taunting me. He puts a finger inside of me, and I scream. It hurts so bad. 

"Mmm, your slutty little cunt is so tight. I bet you're still cherry." He looks at me, expecting an answer. I nod weakly. 

"Perfect, perfect. I'm popping my slutty teacher's cherry. This tight little pussy is all for me, it's going to be all mine. You know, the guy who pops a girl's cherry owns her forever, even if he never sees her again. She's his.

I shouldn't be listening to his logic. It shouldn't matter what he thinks. But I'm starting to believe it. I'm going to be his. 

Forever. 

I won't be sweet little Miss Brown. I'll be Elijah's slut. His whore. His, his, his...

"But first, your little face is getting fucked. Come here, whore." He grabs me, being sure to squeeze my ass as hard as possible when he lifts me, and tosses me onto the floor. "On your knees," he commands.

He sits on a lab stool, and I kneel in front of him. He takes off his boxers, and the magnitude of his cock stuns me. Not only is it at least nine inches long, but it's almost as thick as a coke can. I shriek.

He grabs my ponytail and shoves the monstrous thing into my mouth. My lips hardly fit around the tip. He pushes harder, and I start to choke. I think my jaw's going to break. The tip touches the back of my throat, and I feel like I'm going to die. 

He pulls out and shoves it back in, over and over, slamming my head into the wall. I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die...

In some distant universe, there's a knock on the door. "Miss Brown?"

It's Tyler.

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Elijah's older brother Tyler, whom I had the distinct displeasure of teaching last year, is now standing at my door. He wasn't as overt in his sexual harrassment as Elijah is, but he definitely let everyone know he wanted me. He's about two inches taller than Elijah, more muscular, and just as apathetic about school. 

He looks on approvingly as his little brother chokes me on his huge black cock. "Whoa, bret, never thought you'd actually get her. She's a little slut too, gagging on that dick. Pull out a sec, though, E. I wanna get a good look at her."

I'm dizzy, almost nauseous, from having my head slammed against the wall repeatedly, and from choking on that monstrous cock. A confused sense of groggy relief fills me for a moment, at least until two pairs of big, rough, black hands pick me up and set me on the lab table. 

Tyler examines me roughly, poking and prodding and squeezing all over. Elijah is typing- probably texting- on his cell phone a few feet away. 

"Mmm, Miss Brown, I always wanted you, but I never knew what I was missing. Look at these tits. They're huge for such a little body. And your ass, damn it's fine. That's the juciest goddamn pussy I've ever seen. Nice and smooth, shaved like a little slut's cunt oughta be. And you're so wet. You want to get fucked. Don't she, E?"

Elijah puts his phone away. "She says she don't wanna fuck, but her little cunt is all wet and begging for some black cock up in there."

"Did you make the call, E?"

"Yeah, I spread the word. Now in the meantime, it's time to spread Miss Brown's sexy little legs. Heads or tails?" He pulls out a quarter.

"Heads," Tyler says. 

The coin lands in Elijah's hand. He brings it to show to me. "Tails," he jubilantly announces. "Do you know what that means, Miss Brown? That means your cherry is mine."

Oh no. Oh god no. This isn't. . .this isn't supposed to. . .no. Just no.

And they bleed into the room, twenty of them at least, almost the entire male population of my sixth and seventh period classes. God no. Why are they all here? Like clockwork, pants hit the floor, and cocks pop free from the confines of boxers. 

"Spread your legs, whore."

I'm frozen in fear. I couldn't move even if I wanted to, even if I had the presence of mind to.

Tyler's giant hand comes down on my face with a cracking sound. The burning, fiery pain spreads across my cheek. My legs scoot apart involuntarily, and my eyes fill with tears. There are several moans of approval from the guys. 

Elijah grabs my ponytail and pulls me onto my feet on the floor beside him. "She's cherry. She just got her face fucked for the first time. And I'm gonna take her cunt in a minute. After I bust her, she's fair game. Fuck her face, her tits, her ass, her cunt, do whatever the fuck you want with her. She says she don't want this, but the truth is, she's a slut. She wants it so bad. And it's our job to give it to her."

I'm crying, full force now. My tears sting the cuts on my face. My whole body is shaking. I don't want to be fucked. I don't even want to be touched. But my legs are wide open, my pussy is wet and puffy, my nipples are hard, and my whole body is tingling. I. Don't. Want. This. I really, really don't. But my body is begging for it. Maybe I am a slut. . .

"Richard, come here a sec, bret."

Richard, a smaller, quieter boy than Elijah, comes and stands by his side. Richard makes decent grades, and is usually pretty silent in class. But now I see him differently: hungry eyes, erect cock, staring intently at my pussy.

"Rich, I'm gonna bust her, but see, I got a policy. I don't eat no pussy. But we need her to cum, that way she'll be a good slut for me when I fuck her cunt. Now word on the street is, you lick clit better than anybody else. So do me a favor, get her horny for me."

"Sure. God, she's got a hot little cunt." He examines me closely, heightening my arousal with the gentle way he opens my folds and explores my insides with his fingers. "Look how wet she is."

Richard leans close to my pussy and inhales deeply through his nose. He lets out a long, sexy moan and I squirm a bit. Elijah is stroking his cock. "I'm gonna cum now while Rich eats you out, that way I'll last longer when my cock's in you. I'm gonna cum on those juicy little tits."

I'm not really able to think about how afraid I am of his cock, because Richard's hands feel so good on my aching, swollen pussy. He's making little circles around the hole with his fingertip while blowing gently on my clit. It doesn't even really occur to me that this shouldn't be happening, or that it's inappropriate or wrong, or anything else, really, except how good it feels. My hips are involuntarily rocking back and forth, and little moans are beginning to escape from my lips. My hands are shaking, and my pussy is so wet. 

My moaning turns to shrieking as he kisses my clit. He's licking and sucking every inch of my throbbing pussy, and I know I'm getting close. My hips are thrashing now. 

I scream. My body is overtaken by violent spasms of pleasure. Nothing has ever felt this good, nothing has ever come close, god I've never felt anything like this. I am screaming at the top of my lungs, and my body is bucking against his face, and I don't care. I don't care that my students are watching. I don't care that I'm a horny little slut. God, this is incredible. I'm dizzy, my pussy is gushing, and my body is on fire.

I feel something hot and sticky hit my chest. "Now," Elijah says, "time to bust that slut."

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I'm spinning downward from the high of my glorious, beautiful first orgasm to reality.

Am I horny as hell? Yes. Is my pussy swollen and wet and throbbing for attention? You bet. But I feel his cum burning in my cleavage, dripping to my belly, and my mind is jerked firmly into the present as soon as he starts to rub his cock against my pussy lips.

No. Please. Stop. Don't. bang. Me.

These are the words that swim through my head in slow motion as he grinds his crotch against me. His monster cock, like a distended coke can, is growing quickly to full size.

"Mmm, Miss Brown. You're about to get busted. You're about to be mine forever."

Please. Don't. No. Stop.

I'm. Going. To. Die.

Ripping, tearing, a moment of pain. I'm going to die. Nothing in my life has ever hurt this much. I want to scream. But the pain is a physical entity, it has a presence, a weight, and it crushes my lungs, my throat, my soul.

It hurts so much I'm dizzy, and everything fades. . .

I wake, bleeding from my pussy, so much blood, so much pain I wish I could pass out again. And he's still inside me. My pussy is bucking, squeezing, trying to get rid of the invader, trying to push it away. I can't move. Nothing can move. I'm crushed by the pain.

He has me on my back, and he's on top of me, holding my wrists down to the floor, palms up like a crucifix. He's looking down into my eyes.

"Welcome back, Miss Brown. Don't worry, I didn't make a single stroke while you were passed out. I want you to feel every fucking stroke. I want you to feel my dick all up in you. I want to ride your little hips all night. You're mine. Your cherry is mine. I tore your little cunt, now you're gonna have scars in there from me. So you'll never forget."

I'm still bleeding. I'm still in so much pain. But none of it compares to the pain of knowing that I'm his. My virginal blood, and the blood from the scars he gave me, is running onto his cock, down my leg. The reality of bang is so, so very real to me. 

He starts to ride me, slowly building up speed. I can feel his hipbone grinding into mine. 

It. Hurts. So. Much. 

I close my eyes. I can't look at him. I try to think of anything else but this. Chemical formulas. Geometric proofs. The scientific names of random animals. Anything. Anything but the fact that I'm being banged. 

But I can feel him slamming into me, harder and harder with each stroke. It's so huge inside me, and even stretched to the point of tearing, my pussy isn't nearly large enough to accommodate it. I've never hurt this much before. 

He's riding me hard, pushing himself in and out of me with immense force, nearly pulling all the way out then slamming back in, tearing me again and again with every stroke. 

But the words tear me so much worse. The boys, all of them, are cheering Elijah on. Some are whistling at me. Some are making comments about what a slut, what a whore I am. How he should pound me harder, fuck me deeper, ride me faster. 

And Elijah... well his words hurt the most.

"Mmm, Miss Brown. I've never rode a little cunt this tight. I've never had my dick in such a sexy little cunt. You were made for this. You were made to be fucked. You're so sexy, all bloody and bruised. The pain on your face is so hot. You were made to be a slut. You're gonna look even sexier with my baby in you."

I feel it tensing inside of me, flexing, and another thought occurs to me. 

"Condom. Please." My words are barely a breath.

"No fucking way, little slut. You're going to have a little black baby in you. I'm gonna put my baby in you. And if you don't get knocked up with my baby, there's twenty other guys here fixin to fuck you, and every one of them is gonna dump cum in your belly. You're gonna get pregnant by someone."

No, no. No. I can't. I can't have a baby. I don't want my student's baby in me. 

It's hot, burning hot, and it scalds my insides when he shoots it in me. It's flames, acid, gunfire inside me, snaking from my pussy to my belly, marking me inside. I wiggle underneath him, struggling against him, but my tiny body's resistance is totally futile against his strong muscles.

He pulls out, drags me to my feet, sits me on the lab table. Blood and cum drip down my legs. 

"Open season, boys."

The End