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The Teachers a Pet
By vulgus

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Story codes: IR, NC, MMMMMMF, Pierce, Exhib.

To that small group of disturbed people who have enjoyed my
previous efforts and encouraged me, thank you.

I was so scared I could hardly breathe. It wasn't that I had just
graduated from college and was on my way to my first day of work
as a teacher, although that was certainly a large part of it. I
hate to admit this about myself, but I am from a well off, well,
very upper middle class background and until I came to interview
for this position at the absolute last school I would have chosen
to teach in I had probably never seen more than two or three
black people together in one place. It was embarrassing. I know
it's wrong. I can't help it. I am very intimidated by large,
surly, young, black males. 

If it were up to me I would have been teaching third or fourth
grade in a nice, upper middle class school. That is how I had
always seen myself. Completely in charge in a classroom full of
respectful, well dressed, well behaved eight or nine year olds. 

There were several reasons why I was about to start teaching in
this loud, dirty, overcrowded school and they were all on me. I
had the education that I needed, though I had let my grades slip
and in the end I had just squeaked by. One reason that my options
were so limited was that I had been engaged and when we broke up
at the start of my last year of college I was devastated for a
long time and it was hard for me to concentrate on my studies. 

Another reason was that I had counted on help finding a good
position from my influential father, but we weren't talking now.
We had not spoken to each other in more than six months. That was
my fault too, but I don't want to go into that right now. He had
continued to pay for my education and my living expenses at the
end, but as soon as I got my diploma I was on my own. He had not
even attended my graduation!

My grades had been poor, and I had waited until the last moment
to apply for a position. Now I was paying the price for being
spoiled rotten all of my life. I was broke and I had no choice.
This was the job that I had been offered. I was about to start
teaching ninth and tenth grade English to a classroom full of
rowdy teenagers that for the most part sneered at education and
couldn't care less about English. After all, they hardly spoke
it!

It didn't help that I was a very attractive blonde with a very
sexy body and that I was only a few years older than they were. I
hadn't even been in the classroom with them yet, but I knew that
they were going to sense my fear. 

I just kept telling myself that it was time for me to grow up and
face my fears. It was time and past time for me to take
responsibility for myself. But god! If only I could breathe! I
just had to keep telling myself that it would be a good
experience for me.

I made my way through the throng of young black students outside
of the school and tried to ignore the crude remarks that followed
me all the way into the building. I knew that my face was bright
red and that every one of those kids knew that I was scared of
them. 

More than once as I struggled through the crowd, making my way to
the front door of the school, I felt a hand slide down over my
butt. I had no idea how to react. I only knew that if I stopped
and said anything that they would laugh in my face. I had to
reach the door and get out of this mob.

I was so scared, and so upset that I had to fight desperately to
hold back the tears. I knew that it would be all over if I broke
down in front of them and cried. I finally arrived at the door
and the big black security guard at the door saw right away that
I was not one of the students and he let me in. I tried not to
see the leer on his face, the smirk as his eyes wandered over my
body. I didn't need ESP to know what he was thinking. 

I ignored him, just like I had ignored the throng outside. I
brushed past him and rushed to the office and checked in. I
picked up my schedule and my attendance forms and tried not to
see the looks on their faces. I knew what they were thinking.
They knew I was out of place here and they didn't think I'd last
a whole day. 

I was beginning to think that they were right. Except for one
thing, I had no choice. I had to make it through the day. I had
to make it through the year. If I could just survive one year in
this prison-like school then I could apply for something else,
anything else, anywhere else. I had to do this.

I left the office without even speaking to anyone. I had not seen
another white face since I had gotten out of my car and I
wondered if I was the only white person in this entire school. I
had already met the principal and his assistant and they were
both very nice gentlemen. They were black. Everyone in the office
was black. All of the students that I had seen were black. 

When he had interviewed me the principal had been very skeptical.
He really didn't think that I could handle working here. But he
was having as much trouble getting qualified teachers as I was
having finding a position to accept me. So he was giving me a
chance and I had no choice but to take it. 

I walked quickly through the empty hallway to my classroom. I had
been coming in for a week now, getting it ready. I had my lesson
plans made out. I had my teaching aids ready. I was just
terrified of what was going to come out of my mouth the first
time I tried to speak in front of the class.

I wrote my name in flowing script on the blackboard and prepared
for my first class. I had my lesson plan ready and the attendance
sheet on my desk and now I was just trying very hard to regulate
my breathing and not pass out from fear.

I jumped when the bell rang and in seconds the hallways were
filled with noise. I stood in back of my desk and watched as the
students in my first class came filing in. They were loud and
rowdy and they were using horrible language, when I could
understand them at all. They stared at me as if I was food and
they hadn't eaten in a week. I tried to ignore their behavior,
hoping that when the bell rang they would all suddenly settle
down and pay attention. I knew that wouldn't happen, but I could
hope.

When the bell rang only half of them were seated. The others were
standing around talking loudly to their friends and totally
ignoring me. I went over and closed the door and asked everyone
to take their seats. I heard myself talking to them and even I
thought that I sounded like a terrified little girl.

I tried again, louder this time and slowly, a few at a time they
started sitting down. One of the last ones standing was one of
the rowdier boys and he stopped talking finally and turned to
face me with a sneer on his face. I tried to stare him down but
he won that battle before it even started. 

He smirked at me and then he walked to the front of the room. I
didn't know what he had in mind but I was so scared that I almost
ran from the room. He walked up to a boy that was seated in the
first row and said, "Get up dude. I want to sit up front so I can
be teacher's pet."

Everyone seemed to find that amusing. Even the boy who was forced
to give up his seat chuckled and got up. This was apparently
someone who was used to getting what he wanted. He was big and he
was scary and he was much more in control than I was.

I introduced myself and then I took attendance. I had to keep
asking for quiet but by the time I had finished with the
attendance my voice had almost stopped quaking in fear.

All in all it was a horrible experience. I constantly had to ask
them to quiet down and sit down. Every statement, every answer,
every question out of those boy's mouths, and most of the girls
too, was some sort of double entendre, dripping with sexual
innuendo. 

I struggled through that first class and the next and the next
until finally it was lunch hour and I closed my door and got out
my lunch. I sat at my desk and put my head in my hands and cried
for the longest time. I had no idea how I could continue to do
this. I only knew that I had no choice. I had nothing to fall
back on. 

I finally pulled myself together and straightened out my make-up.
I stared at my lunch for a few minutes but I couldn't eat. I put
it away and sat waiting for the terror to begin again. I told
myself that it would get better. A week from now I would be used
to it and I would know the kids and it would just be a job. I
didn't believe me, but that was what I kept telling myself.

It wasn't any better in the afternoon. I gathered from the
remarks I kept overhearing that I was a major topic of discussion
in the school. The boys were all checking me out, leering, making
off color remarks. I wanted nothing more than to rush home after
my final class and hide in my closet, curl up in the dark on the
floor and cry.

As the last class of the day was filing out of the room the
principal came in to my classroom and asked how bad my first day
had been. 

I shrugged and pointed out that I had survived. It had been
rough, but I guess it would have been rough anywhere. It was my
first day in my first class out of college. I had expected it to
be difficult. Maybe not this difficult, I was not as strong
willed a person as I thought I was. I had made it all the way
through the first day though. I just had to try not to think of
how many more days there were. 

The principal, Mr. Wigfall, gave me a little pep talk and then he
left. I dropped my attendance records off in the office and
headed out to my car. I noticed that the teachers were in just as
big a hurry to leave as the students. My talk with Mr. Wigfall
had held me up long enough that mine was one of the few cars left
in the employee parking area.

As I walked across the nearly empty lot I was suddenly surrounded
by a pack of large boys. They walked with me towards my car and I
didn't know what to do. They weren't touching me or threatening
me. They were not even talking among themselves but the silence
was ominous. I glanced around nervously. Some of them looked
familiar from my classes, but I can't really say that I
recognized them.

When we got to my car I waited to see what they were going to do.
One of them, one of the largest of them, stood in front of me and
smiled down at me. At first he was just one of the sea of black
faces I had been swimming in since I arrived here this morning.
He didn't say anything for a minute and then he said, "I bet
you've never kissed a black man, have you?"

As soon as he spoke I recognized him. He was the boy in my first
class that had made another student move so that he could be
teacher's pet.

I felt myself blush and I said, "Please get out of my way."

Several of them laughed and the boy in front of me mocked me. He
reached out and his hand caressed my long blonde hair and then
his finger tips traced my neck gently.

I shivered in terror and looked back up at his sneering face just
as he said, "I asked you a question. Have you ever been kissed by
a black man?"

I said, "Let me go! Get out of my way!"

His hand moved to my shoulder and suddenly he pulled me against
him and one of his hands went behind my head and he kissed me
savagely. 

I struggled to get away but he ignored me and I realized just how
helpless I was. I finally stopped struggling and let him kiss me.
As soon as I quit fighting him his tongue forced its way between
my lips and I felt his hand slide down my back and grip my ass.

I screamed into his mouth, but he ignored that too. He kissed me
for a long time and as we kissed he held me in place with his
hand on my ass while his other hand began to explore my body. I
started to use my hands then. I tried to hit him but it was like
I was hitting a rock. I tried to push him away but when I did my
arms were grabbed and held at my sides by another boy who was
standing behind me.

Some of them were making crude comments, but most of them were
just watching silently as I was kissed and groped by the large
boy who was obviously the leader of this pack.

His suspicions had been correct of course. I had never kissed a
black boy or man. Actually, I had hardly kissed anyone. I was not
a virgin, but I didn't miss it by much. I had been a virgin when
I started college. I had fallen deeply in love with someone in
college and finally given up my virginity. I had done it gladly
and enjoyed it immensely. We had dated all the way through the
first three years of college. Just after the start of my junior
year we had gotten engaged. I was head over heels in love and
that is why I had been so devastated when I got back to my room
late one night and caught him having sex with my roommate. He had
tried to apologize, but I just could not forgive him. I had the
memory of them naked in my bed seared into my brain and I would
never be able to forget it.

Later though, as I was looking back on it, after the anger died
away I always had a nagging doubt in the back of my mind. I had
gotten over it pretty fast. I sometimes wondered if I was just a
little bit happy that I had been given an excuse to break it off.
Could it be that I had not been as deeply in love as I had
thought that I was?

The boy finally broke the kiss and backed away, still smirking at
me. The look on his face just emphasized how helpless I was. I
thought it was over when he took his hands off of me and stepped
back. Before I could take a deep breath though, another of the
group took his place and I had yet another boy sticking his
tongue in my mouth and squeezing my ass and groping my breast. 

I tried to pull away again, but again someone grabbed my arms and
I was helpless. At first I had been afraid that I was going to be
raped right here in the parking lot. Now I didn't know what was
going on. Was this some sort of initiation?! I was being groped
and kissed passionately by each of the half dozen boys in the
gang that had surrounded me. 

What I found most disturbing though, was that the deep,
passionate kisses had started to affect me! Don't get me wrong. I
was not about to start panting and cry out, "Take me, I'm yours!"
But I found myself reacting. 

As unbelievable as it sounds I was actually starting to feel....I
don't know. I wouldn't say that I was aroused. I was feeling
something though. I had never felt so helpless. It disturbed me
when I realized that a large part of what I was reacting to was
that feeling of helplessness. More than the kissing, more than
the groping, I was dismayed to realize that the feeling of
helplessness was exciting!

When the last of the boys, I finally counted, there were seven of
them. When the last of them had had a turn kissing and feeling me
up he let me go. The one who had been first, the largest of them,
turned me to face him again and said, "Wasn't that fun? See you
tomorrow Miss Wilson."

They all just turned and walked away then! I took a couple of
steps and collapsed against the fender of my car and tried to
calm myself down. I took a few deep breaths and leaned on my car
and waited until I stopped shaking. 

When I finally stopped shaking I turned around and saw my purse
and my brief case on the ground where I had been standing. I
picked them up and unlocked my car and got in and just sat there
with my eyes closed for a very long time and tried to calm down.


My eyes snapped open when I heard a tapping on my window. I saw
the principal looking in with a concerned look on his face. When
he saw me open my eyes he asked, "Are you alright Miss Wilson?"

I nodded my head rapidly and then pulled myself together. I
fastened my seatbelt and started my car. I looked at the clock on
my dashboard and saw that it was after four o'clock. Between the
assault and the time I had spent sitting in my car recuperating I
had been out here in the parking lot for nearly an hour!

As I put my car in drive and slowly pulled away I asked myself
why I had not reported what had happened to Mr. Wigfall. I had
been assaulted, nearly raped! Not only that, but they had left me
with the impression that it was going to happen again! I looked
in my mirror, wondering if I should go back and tell the
principal what had happened. 

I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I could just hear myself
saying to him, "Mr. Wigfall, I was kissed!"

Somehow it didn't sound all that traumatic. Not even to me!

I was still pretty shaky. I had to force myself to concentrate on
my driving as I made my way out of town to my small apartment
about five miles away. I made it to my apartment in an almost
trance like state. I went into the bathroom and turned on the hot
water in the shower and while it was warming up I undressed
quickly. 

I took a long, hot shower and finally got out and dried myself
off. I stood in front of the mirror and looked at my body. I
stared at my lips and thought of the seven boys that had kissed
me this afternoon. I looked at my breasts and thought of all the
hands that had groped me over my modest blouse and bra. I was
sure that some of those boys, if not all of them, were in my
classes. I knew that the leader was. I didn't know about the
others. I was in shock by the time the first one had finished
assaulting me. 

Oh god! What would I do? How could I face them in my classes?
What would I do tomorrow afternoon? Would they do that again?
Would they go further? Had this been a prelude to rape?

I needed a drink! I dressed quickly in shorts and a top and
walked to the end of the street where there was a small strip
mall with a liquor store in it. I bought a bottle of whiskey, an
extravagance that I could not really afford, and I walked home. 

I realized that I had my head down as I walked. I couldn't face
anyone. It was like I was afraid that if I met their gaze then
strangers on the street would know what had happened to me. For
some reason I felt guilty! 

I hurried home and poured a large glass of whiskey over ice and
topped it off with a little bit of ginger ale. I sat alone in my
small living area and gulped it down quickly as I wracked my
brain for some way to get out of going back to that school
tomorrow. It seemed that I was even more trapped in my situation
than I had been before I was hired. I couldn't quit now. I
couldn't say to people that I had to quit, I had been kissed!

I knew that I had to somehow become more assertive overnight. I
could not quit that job. I could not go to my parents for help.
Not only could I not bring myself to grovel before my father, I
was reasonably sure he would insist that I stand on my own two
feet and face my problems like an adult. 

I struggled to my feet and went to look in the refrigerator. I
wasn't really hungry though. So I poured myself another drink
instead, a little smaller this time, and when I finished it I
went in and threw myself on my bed and lay on my back and stared
at the ceiling until I fell into a nightmare filled sleep.

I woke up at about four the next morning with a terrible
headache. I took some Tylenol and lay back down. By six my
headache was just about gone and I took a quick shower and got
dressed. I hadn't eaten at all yesterday but I wasn't hungry. At
the last minute though, I forced myself to eat a small bowl of
cold cereal and then I grabbed my purse and my brief case and
drove back to that horrible school.

I stopped by the office and checked my box at the office. I
picked up the attendance sheets for the day and went to my
classroom and sat down at my desk. The principal stopped by
before the bell to see if I was alright. I tried to smile and
assure him that I was doing fine. He looked at me funny, but he
didn't say anything. 

Too soon the bell rang and it started all over again. I caught
myself examining every young male that entered my class that day,
trying to decide if he was one of the attackers that I had not
recognized. I saw several that I was sure had been among them. I
also saw knowing looks on the faces of almost all of the rest of
them. They all seemed to know!

The main one though, the boy that had seemed to be in charge, the
large boy that had first assaulted me and who was in my first
class, I recognized him immediately. He was the young bully that
had forced another student to move yesterday so that he could sit
in the front row and stare at me all during the class. 

He smirked at me from the moment that he walked in the room. I
could see that others were watching me closely, waiting to see
what I would do. I did the only thing that I could. I taught my
class. Well, I tried to teach my class. There were only a couple
of the girls that were even listening to me. I might as well have
been speaking Latin. 

The entire hour passed just like yesterday, with the boys asking
suggestive questions and everyone laughing at my discomfort. I
was wasting my time and we all knew it. 

The bell finally rang and Jamal, my attacker, waited until the
others had all left and sat in his seat smirking at me as they
filed out of the room. Then he stood up and winked at me and left
without a word.

Several times throughout the rest of the day I spotted students
in my classes that I was pretty sure had been among that group of
boys that attacked me yesterday afternoon and they all smirked at
me as I struggled to maintain my composure and say the things
that were required of me.

I sat at my desk with my door closed during my lunch hour and ate
the sandwich that I had not been able to eat yesterday. I sat and
stared at the bank of windows mindlessly after I ate. I took
comfort in the only thing I could. I seemed to have gotten past
the need to cry.

I heard a noise at the door just before the bell rang but I
didn't see anyone. Before next bell rang I went over to open my
door and saw a piece of paper that someone had slid under the
door. I picked it up and saw that it was a piece of notebook
paper with my name and address and phone number on it. That was
all. No threats. They were just letting me know that they knew
where I lived. I knew for sure that it wasn't over now.

I went through the motions for my afternoon classes and today I
was resolved that I would not be one of the last ones to leave. I
would leave with the other teachers and then the kids would have
to leave me alone.

I watched impatiently as the kids filed out after my last class
and then I grabbed my purse and headed for the door. Before I got
to it though it was blocked by the large, ominous student that
seemed bent on making a victim of me.

He stood in the door and asked if I were leaving. As he spoke he
was almost daring me to try getting past him. He was toying with
me. His confidence was incredibly unnerving. 

I stared at him for a moment and then I said as forcefully as I
could, "Get out of my way Jamal. I didn't turn you in yesterday,
but if you touch me again I will have you arrested."

He smiled and came into the room. His friends came in after him
and the last one in closed and locked the door. I noticed that
their number had swollen by one today. There were eight of them.
I recognized more of them now. I had been scanning their faces
throughout the day and I knew that at least some of them were in
my classes.

I tried again. "If you don't unlock that door and let me go I
will scream. Now get out of my way!"

Jamal just smirked down at me and walked slowly over to where I
was standing on shaking legs. He came to a stop in front of me
and in a quiet, taunting voice said, "I don't think so Alice. I
don't think you will scream. I don't think you will report me. I
think you need me."

I shook my head violently and my voice broke as I tried once more
to demand that they let me go. 

Instead, Jamal's hand came up and caressed my hair and my neck
again. Then his finger traced a path over my face, ending at my
lips. He stood watching me as his finger moved over me and then
he said, "You have a very pretty face Alice. You have a very
pretty face and a very sexy body. You're a natural blonde aren't
you? I like blondes. I like the contrast when I move my hands
over their bodies. I love to look down and watch my black cock
going in and out of their mouths, or their pussies. That always
turns me on. You are going to love it too. You just don't realize
it yet."

I shook my head but I didn't move as he gently but firmly
inserted his large finger into my mouth like a cock. He moved it
in and out slowly, all the while staring at my face.

I wanted desperately to scream, to run. I have no idea why I did
nothing as he stood there molesting me at his leisure. 

He watched me accept his finger in my mouth for a moment and then
he said, "I bet it has been a long time since you sucked a cock,
hasn't it Alice?"

I shuddered in revulsion at the very idea of it. It wasn't that I
objected to sucking cocks on principal. In fact, I rather enjoyed
it. I even swallowed! It maybe wasn't the tastiest stuff in the
world, but I enjoyed being responsible for that much pleasure,
and swallowing kind of excited me. It was such a nasty thing to
do! But I had only been with one man in my life, my fianc. The
idea of taking this hoodlum's big, black cock in my mouth was
simply unimaginable!

Well, it was for me. He seemed to be able to imagine it. He
finally pulled his finger out of my mouth and started lightly
moving it around my face again. It moved down my chin and moved
gently down my neck and traced a path between my breasts.

I shuddered again and brought my hands up to stop him but he said
firmly, "Put your arms down Alice." 

I don't know why, but I obeyed! I let my hands fall to my sides
and groaned in fear as his finger moved around one of my breasts
and then up over the nipple, teasing me through my clothing. 

He never once took his eyes from mine though, and for some reason
I was held helpless by his eyes, by the smug look on his face. I
couldn't move, I couldn't scream. Instead I felt a few tears run
down over my cheeks. Before they could fall from my face though,
he leaned forward and licked them from my cheek without ever
taking his eyes from my own.

He straightened up and as I quietly began begging him to let me
go his finger moved to my other breast and he said, "Alice, you
wear too many clothes. We are going to have to work on your
wardrobe. This bra feels like something my mother would wear. A
young girl like you doesn't need a big, thick bra like this.
Hell, with your little tits you don't need a bra at all! And
those skirt that go down past your knees. What are you, the
anti-sex?! Before you leave here this afternoon I am going to
give you some suggestions on how to dress. A girl with a body
like yours needs to show it off more."

He took me in his arms again and this time I didn't bother to
struggle. I knew I would lose. I surrendered immediately as his
tongue entered my mouth and his hands moved over my body at will.
I groaned in terror. I was sure that I would be raped this
afternoon. Right here in the classroom where I would have to
spend the entire year looking at him and his friends. Oh god! His
friends! They had been silent all of this time. I had forgotten
all about them. They had watched me surrender to him. I had let
him stick his finger in my mouth like a little cock. I had let
him caress me and move his finger over my breasts. I had made no
move to defend myself or resist his advances.

Jamal broke the kiss for a moment and whispered in my ear. "Put
your arms around my neck Alice."

I did! Oh god! I don't know why but I obeyed! I reached up and
wrapped my arms around his neck and we kissed again, and again
his hands moved over my body freely. It went on and on. It was
probably the longest kiss of my life! He never went beyond that
and touching me over my clothing though. He didn't pull my skirt
up or attempt to unbutton my blouse. He just kissed me.

When at last he broke the kiss he held me in his arms for a
moment and whispered in my ear, "You give me a hardon Alice. I
bet you have one tight pussy don't you? I have been watching you
in class. You have an ass like a sixteen year old, high and tight
and firm. Has anyone ever fucked you in the ass Alice?

I gasped in horror at the very idea and he said, "I didn't think
so. Don't worry, I'll take it easy on you the first few times.
I'm not really an ass man anyway. I like a nice tight pussy. I
bet your pussy is as tight as a virgin's ain't it Alice?"

I was not responding to his filthy questions. I still wasn't
fighting him though. It was embarrassing when he finally turned
me loose. I almost fell to the floor. 

He stood back and I didn't want to, but I couldn't help noticing
that large bulge in his pants. It seemed like, at least in his
case, the stereotype held true. He saw where my eyes were looking
and he said, "Not yet Alice, but soon."

He stepped out of the way then and just like yesterday afternoon
his friends each took a turn kissing me and moving their hands
over my body freely. I was made to wrap my arms around the necks
of each of them and I found myself returning their passionate
kisses and even worse I found myself becoming aroused. 

I didn't understand. I knew that I was terrified and wanted
desperately for someone to come to the door and save me. These
large young men scared me so much that I could hardly breathe.
Still, I recognized that feeling building up. It had been a long
time, but I had not forgotten what it was like to be excited by
the touch of a man.

It went on and on until they had all had a turn kissing and
touching me. Then they all simply turned around and left, all of
them except Jamal. He was leaning against the wall near the door.
He was staring at me and smirking and after a moment he said, "It
bothers the fuck out of you that this turns you on, doesn't it
Alice? Look at you, sweet, prim and proper young Alice. Here you
are, getting all hot and bothered by a gang of kids that you
would not even stop to piss on if they were on fire. I bet the
only black people that you have spoken to in your entire life
were waiters in restaurants. You can't stand being in this
building with all of these black people, all these black kids.
You are terrified of us because of the color of our skin."

"Well, don't worry Alice. I am going to do you a favor. I am
going to help you get over your fear. In exchange, here is what
you have to do for me. When you come to school tomorrow you had
best not be wearing a bra. Do you understand me?"

I stared at him for moment and then I surrendered again. I
nodded. He smiled and said, "Good girl Alice. Then he pushed away
from the wall and moved over in front of me and reached down and
started lifting my skirt. 

I squeaked in fear, but I made no move as my skirt moved slowly
up to mid thigh. He looked down and said, "This is how long I
want your skirts from now on. This is important Alice. If you
don't come to school dressed the way that I tell you then I am
going to have to alter your clothing. You don't want me to have
to do that Alice."

He kept addressing me by my first name, as if to put me in my
place. It was unnecessary. I was already terrified. I already
knew my place. I nodded again as I noted how much of my thighs
were exposed. I had not worn a mini skirt since high school. I
was a modest person and I had never really been comfortable in
them. It would be so much worse here, now, in front of my
students and the people in the office. I had yet to meet another
teacher. I hadn't the nerve to go to the teacher's lounge at
lunch time. What was it going to be like now, when they saw me in
a short skirt and no bra?

Jamal smiled again and said, "I have to go now Alice. Before I
leave, let me have another kiss."

I groaned, but I didn't protest. I reached my arms around his
neck again and tipped my head back and as we kissed his hand
gripped my thigh just below my crotch. I gasped, but didn't pull
away. I never pulled away! I never fought him! What the hell was
wrong with me?!

The kiss was brief this time. I felt his tongue at my lips and I
parted them and after our tongues did that little dance that they
do he let me go and said, "See you tomorrow Alice." Then he was
gone.

I glanced at the clock and saw that the entire episode with Jamal
and his gang had lasted forty-five minutes! I had been kissed and
touched for nearly an hour. Kissed and touched? No, I had been
assaulted for nearly an hour. I grabbed my purse and started to
run out to the parking lot when I remembered the attendance
sheets. I wanted desperately to rush home and consume mass
quantities of alcohol. I was a wreck!

I had to turn in those attendance sheets first though. I picked
them up and raced down to the office and dropped them off. There
were only two people left in the office and they looked at me
funny, as if they knew what had happened to me. I was sure that
was just my imagination though. Everyone couldn't know the
torment that I was being put through.

I went to my car and started home. Half way to my apartment I
passed the Goodwill thrift shop and I remembered the alterations
that Jamal had required in my dresses. I pulled into the parking
lot and parked. I sat in my car for a long time, trying to think.
Was I really going to do this for that boy? Was I going to let
him determine what I wore? I knew that if I did, if I dressed the
way he demanded, he would soon be having sex with me. I will have
surrendered. 

Then I realized that I had already surrendered. I had said
nothing about the assaults of the last two days. I dreaded going
to school tomorrow dressed as he had demanded. If I didn't
though, I knew that he would certainly make good on his promise
to alter my clothing to embarrass me even more. 

I knew that I was sinking deeper and deeper into a situation that
was spiraling out of control. I knew that I had alternatives. I
could go to the principal and demand that he do something about
Jamal. I was afraid though. I didn't have to be a Rhodes Scholar
to know that Jamal would make me regret it if I reported him. 

I could call the police and report him and his gang for assault.
I could just see the headlines now! I would have to leave the
school if I did that. I would have to move. 

I imagined the questions that I would have to answer. Why had I
not said anything the first time? Why had I not struggled? Why
had I not screamed? There was a security guard at the front door.
He would have heard me from my classroom if I had put up any kind
of a struggle. Somehow though, even worse than that, was the idea
of my friends finding out that I had allowed myself to be kissed
and groped by an entire gang of black hoodlums. I could never
face my friends again.

With my mind screaming, "NO! Don't do this!" I got out of my car
and went into the store. There was hardly anyone inside. I had
never bought second hand clothing before and it was embarrassing.
Still, I had no choice. I could not sew. Altering my skirts and
dresses was out of the question. And I was still poor, last I
checked. I could not really afford even these second hand
clothes. I had not yet had my fist paycheck.

The alternative was unthinkable though. Besides, the last few
days I had been saving a lot of money on food. As I looked
through the racks of skirts I saw that it wouldn't be that bad.
Nearly everything I saw was priced from a couple of dollars down
to as low as a quarter.

I picked out a dozen short skirts easily. There was a wide
variety of them. I held them up to my waist and looked down and
they were all approximately the length that Jamal had demanded. I
looked around and spotted the changing room and tried them on.
Most of them fit like they had been made for me. A few were too
large or too small but I selected a half a dozen and put the
others back.

I paid for my new skirts, a grand total of twelve dollars and
change, and then I rushed home and took a shower. I felt dirty
just from trying them on. After my shower I dressed and went down
to the apartment's laundry room and washed my purchases. When
they were done I went back to my apartment and made myself
another large drink. I resolved that I would have just one this
time. I didn't want another of those terrible headaches in the
morning.

I stood in front of the refrigerator for a long time, staring at
the meager contents. I saw nothing that I wanted to eat though. I
really wasn't hungry. I was much too upset to eat.

I sat down and tried to read my book but after reading the same
paragraph over and over for a few minutes I gave up and went to
bed. I sat up in bed and sipped at my drink and stared at the
wall. No matter how much I tried not to think about it I kept
thinking about what had happened to me today. My mind kept trying
to go farther. I was not so nave as to think that this was all
about kissing. I knew where this was going. I knew that I had to
stop it. I didn't know how though. I seemed to have already
rejected the only ways out.

I thought then of the excitement I had begun to feel while they
kissed and touched me. Even now, as I thought about it, as I
contemplated what was yet to come, I felt myself getting excited.
I was shocked at myself. What on earth was I turning into?!

I fought the urge for a long time, but finally I reached into my
nightstand and pulled out my vibrator and stared at it. I had
bought it over the internet. I had been much too embarrassed to
go anywhere that would sell something like this. It wasn't one of
those that looked like a real penis. It was a bullet shaped, hard
plastic vibrator that did an excellent job of stimulating me to
orgasm. It wasn't as much fun as sex. It lacked the warmth of a
real penis. It lacked the excitement of touching and being
touched. 

There was not a lot of touching in my life lately though, not
since I broke it off with my fianc. Not until yesterday that is.
There had certainly been a lot of touching yesterday and today. I
told myself that that was why the kissing and the touching had
had an effect on me. I just wasn't sure if I believed me.

I got comfortable and turned the vibrator on and began to put it
to the use for which it was intended. I moved it over and around
my breasts and down over my stomach. I guided it gently around my
pubic area, touching myself lightly and enjoying the stimulation.
 As I did I tried to guide my mind through one of my normal
fantasies. Unfortunately, my mind had a mind of its own! My
thoughts kept drifting back to today, after the last bell. I
relived what had happened when Jamal and his friends came into my
class after the last bell and locked my door.

I was shocked to discover that I remembered every touch, and
every word. It was like I was standing ten feet away, watching
first Jamal and then each of his gang molest me while I
surrendered completely. I had several orgasms and when I came for
the final time I was imagining Jamal's hand on my upper thigh,
mere inches from my pussy, and that nasty smirk on his face.

Once I had put my vibrator aside though, I couldn't believe what
I had just done, and why I had done it. I had actually had a
series of orgasms as I relived my assault by a gang of black
hoodlums! I sat up on the side of my bed and thought about what I
had just done. What the hell was I thinking!

I got up and rinsed off my vibrator and quickly put it away. Just
looking at it reminded me of what I had just done. I sat back on
the edge of my bed wondering what was wrong with me. Surely I was
not excited by being sexually assaulted by a gang of young men!

It took me a long time to get to sleep that night. I lay in the
dark and my mind drifted back and forth between dreading tomorrow
and trying to figure out why I had just masturbated to thoughts
of the abuse I was suffering. Both of those chains of thought
were disturbing.

I finally got a little sleep, but not much. I took a shower in
the morning and then went to my underwear drawer. I pulled out a
pair of panties and started to reach for a bra. I remembered what
Jamal had said and I stood there for a long moment holding my bra
and trying to decide what to do. It wasn't like my B cup breasts
really needed the support, and my blouses weren't sheer. Still,
the idea of going to school without a bra was disturbing.
Especially when I would be doing it under orders from one of my
students!

I thought too of the boys that had been kissing me and touching
for the last two days. Now there would be one less garment
between their fingers and my flesh. 

I stepped back and sat on the edge of my bed and tried to think.
I am an intelligent young woman. There must be some simple
solution to this. Women just don't let things like this happen to
them. There are laws! I should be able to go the principal or the
police and put a stop to this. 

But what do I tell them? That some boys kissed me? What do I say
when they ask me what I did to stop them? I didn't fight them. I
didn't scream or cry out for help. I just stood there and let
them do what they wanted. And here I am, just about to dress in a
manner required of me by one of my students.

I glanced at my clock and it was time to make a decision. I could
dress in my normal fashion and call Jamal's bluff. If he wasn't
bluffing he would surely make me regret it. I didn't get the
impression that he was the type of boy that bluffed. Or I could
dress as he had ordered me to and he will know as soon as he sees
me that he can do whatever he wants with me. I will be
surrendering to him. 

For a smart girl I don't seem to be handling my life too well. If
only there was someone that I could turn to for advice. Someone,
even a girlfriend, a fellow teacher, but I had no one. I had just
moved here. I had built a wall between me and my parents that
even now I couldn't bring myself to knock down. It seemed like my
best option was to dress as Jamal had ordered to avoid a scene,
but this time, when he began his assault I would fight. I would
scream and punch. I would do whatever was required to let him
know that I would not stand for this anymore. I know, not very
logical. I was totally out of my depth here.

I put on my underwear and a pair of pantyhose. I stepped into the
little skirt that I had bought last night. I put on a heavy
blouse and I was instantly aware of the friction against my
nipples. Even though I knew that no one could see anything, I was
incredibly conscious of the fact that I was not wearing a bra. 

I looked in the mirror and it wasn't too bad. The skirt was too
short for me. It was definitely not my style. But it was not so
short as to be unacceptable. I don't think the other staff would
look at me and think that my dress was inappropriate.

I had taken much too much time getting dressed, or thinking about
getting dressed. I was going to be late if I didn't hurry. I
grabbed my purse and rushed out to my car and drove the short
distance to the school. The lot was already full as I pulled in
and I had to park all the way at the end.

I got out and locked my car and when I turned around Jamal was
standing right in front of me. I gasped, startled. I had not seen
him when I pulled up and I thought that I was alone. He smiled at
me and said, "I was afraid you wouldn't make it today Alice. It
looks like you are dressed the way that I told you."

He suddenly held a straight razor in front of my face and I
squeaked in fear. As screams go it was not going to be very
effective. I watched in horror as the razor moved towards my
face. I couldn't move. I couldn't make a sound. My mind could
already imagine what it was going to feel like when he started
slashing me with that razor. 

I was almost relieved when he started slowly and deliberately
cutting buttons off of my blouse. The top three went one right
after another. He hardly looked at what he was doing. As he
worked on my buttons he stared right into my eyes. He had that
smug expression on his face, daring me to object.

I didn't object. I didn't move or make a sound. I didn't even
watch the razor. I stared into his eyes, unable to look away. 

After he had cut off the top three buttons he stopped and looked
at the results. He wasn't satisfied yet. He cut off another
button. The top button on my blouse was now below the level of my
breasts!

He reached out with both hands and pulled my blouse open and
smiled. He said, "I'm so glad you didn't wear a bra. With your
little titties you don't need one. Do you Alice?"

I was unable to respond. I stood petrified as he pulled my blouse
open a little further and looked at my exposed breasts. He looked
me in the eyes again and said, "I like those little pink nipples.
I'm going to have fun with those."

He seemed satisfied now and I thought it was over but he said,
"Oh, one more thing Alice. Give me your pantyhose."

I shook my head and whispered, "No please. I can't do that!"

He didn't say anything, but he suddenly looked furious and in a
very cold voice he said, "Don't you ever tell me no, Alice. Now
either you take them off or will. Don't wear them anymore. I
don't like them."

I put my purse down on the hood of my car and looked around
before reaching under my skirt and quickly sliding my pantyhose
down. I slid my shoes off and removed my hose and put my shoes
back on. Then I handed them to him. He sniffed at them and then
he smiled again and said, "You better get going Alice. You don't
want to be late for school."

He turned and walked away. No, he didn't walk, he strutted. Even
his gate as he walked away from me was calculated to put me in my
place!

I took a deep breath and hurried into the school. I picked up my
attendance sheets in the office. There were some surprised looks
from the people in there, but no one said anything. What could
they say?

I hurried down the hall to my classroom and got inside just as
the bell rang and they started letting students in the building.
As soon as the kids came into the classroom and spotted me in my
miniskirt and my blouse open half way to my waist the
conversations stopped. They restarted quickly and I knew what
they were talking about. 

I was as nervous and as self-conscious as I had been the first
day. In fact, it never seemed to get better. Because of Jamal and
his gang I couldn't get any confidence. I was a nervous wreck. 

I waited until everyone was seated and after the bell rang I
closed the door and took attendance. When I called out Jamal's
name he said, "Right here Alice." 

Everyone in the room giggled and I turned red as I felt them all
watch me, waiting to see what I would do. I stared at Jamal,
slouched in his chair and daring me to say anything to him. 

I knew that I was beaten before I even started to fight. I
finished calling the roll and began my lesson. I realized that
nearly everyone was ignoring me, but I had no idea what to do
about it. I was half way through the class when one of the girls
sitting beside Jamal asked me to explain something that was
incorrect on her paper. I walked over to her and bent down
carefully, very much aware of how much of my breasts were exposed
when I bent over. 

As I tried to explain to the girl why something that she had
written down was incorrect I felt Jamal's hand on my calf, moving
slowly up towards my knee. I shot straight up and moved back. I
wheeled around to face Jamal and found myself totally unable to
speak at first. Finally I started to yell at him to keep his
hands to himself. I got out no more than a couple of stuttering,
almost unintelligible words when he reached up and grabbed one
side of my blouse and pulled me down so that my face was right in
his.

I gasped in fear and embarrassment. It was horrible enough that I
was being manhandled by a student in my classroom, but what was
even worse was that because of the way he was holding my blouse
it was pulled open and one of my breasts was exposed to half the
class!

I fought to remove his hand but he hissed right in my face,
"Don't you fight me bitch! Put your fucking hands down, now!"

To my incredible and everlasting shame I obeyed. There was no
more pretending now. I belonged to this teenaged hoodlum and the
entire class knew it. I leaned over with our noses almost
touching and my breast exposed and he lectured me as if I were a
child. 

He didn't raise his voice, but there was no mistaking the
authority in his voice. "You don't ever pull away from me bitch!
You don't ever say no to me. If I order you to teach this fucking
class in the fucking nude you will fucking do it! If I feel like
putting my hand on your tit or your ass or your god damned pussy
then you stand right there and you just fucking enjoy it. You are
nothing but a fucking cunt and you do as you are fucking told! Do
you have any questions Alice?"

 I shook my head and he reached up with his free hand and lightly
caressed my exposed breast. As his hand moved over my sensitive
flesh he continued to stare in my eyes and he asked, "What are
you Alice?"

I was unable to think at first. After a few seconds though I
remembered what he had said that I was. "I'm a cunt," I
whispered.

"I didn't hear you Alice," he said.

I tried to speak a little louder and said, "I'm a cunt."

He smiled and said, "That's right Alice. You're a cunt. You're my
cunt. I've always wanted my own teacher. Your ass belongs to me
now."

He let go of my breast and my blouse and I stood up quickly and
pulled my blouse back together. His hand returned to my leg and I
stood there shaking my head and pleading silently for this to be
over as his hand moved slowly up my leg, sliding my skirt up as
he firmly caressed the inside of my thigh. 

I could not believe that this was happening to me. I was standing
in front of my class and I could feel the eyes of every student
watching Jamal molest me right here in the classroom for their
amusement. I didn't know where to look. I couldn't look at my
students. I couldn't bring myself to look at that smug look on
Jamal's face any longer. 

I felt his hand nearing my crotch and I didn't want to, but I had
to see how exposed I was. I glanced down and I could see that my
legs were almost totally exposed. I was shivering in fear as his
hand came into contact with the blue nylon panel that covered my
pussy and now I could actually see that my underwear was
exposed.

I finally had the full attention of my students. But all that I
wanted to do was crawl in a hole and cover myself up and stay
there forever.

Before things got any worse, if that was possible, the bell rang
and the students filed slowly past us as Jamal continued to sit
in his seat and hold my upper thigh in his warm grip.

The tears were running down my cheeks now and he stood up finally
and pulled me close and said, "Don't cry Alice. You'll get used
to it."

Then he licked the tears off of my cheeks and kissed my lips and
left the room.

I am not even sure what happened in the rest of my classes that
day. I managed to pull myself together enough to stand in the
front of the class and I am pretty sure that I said the things
that I was supposed to say. I hardly remember any of it though.
It was a good thing that the kids didn't seem to pay any
attention to me. My mind was totally blown. 

I had been dreading the next time that Jamal would catch me
alone. It turned out that he didn't care if we were alone or not.
Quite the opposite, he had seemed to get extra satisfaction from
humiliating and degrading me in front of my class. It had been
obvious that the rest of the kids had really enjoyed the show
too. Even the girls had been amused.

As humiliating as it was though, I was left with that same sick
excitement I had gotten the first two times that he and his
friends had assaulted me. I had rushed to the ladies room at the
beginning of my lunch period and the first thing that I noticed
as I was sitting on the toilet was how wet my panties were. Not
damp, they were wet! When I realized it I covered my face in my
hands and cried, as quietly as possible.

I finally pulled myself together and washed my face and hands and
tried to make myself presentable. I rushed back to my classroom
and shut the door. I was terrified of being caught in the hallway
by Jamal. I don't know why. The hallway was the only place that
he had not yet assaulted me.

I was all ready to rush out when the last bell rang. I planned to
move as quickly as possible through the crowded hallway and drop
off my attendance sheets and then dash to my car and get the hell
out of here.

It didn't work out that way. I watched impatiently, purse and
papers in hand, as the students filed out. I wasn't paying any
attention to the kids leaving the class. I was watching the door
fearfully for any sign of Jamal. 

I was looking for trouble in the wrong place. The last student in
the line let everyone else leave and then he stood in the door
and turned around. He grinned and said, "You aren't leaving are
you cunt? Jamal will be right here. He'd really hate it if he
missed you."

My legs nearly gave out. I shook my head and pleaded in a
whisper, "Please let me go. I have to get out of here."

I knew it was a waste of breath. Now that he was standing there
blocking my way I recognized him as being one of the boys in
Jamal's group of thugs. His name was Tyrell and he was one of
Jamal's larger friends.

He just smiled and said, "You don't really want to go, do you
cunt? I heard about this morning. Jamal said you were hotter than
hell. He told me that when he pulled his hand out from under your
skirt his fingers were all wet. He's been going around school all
day letting everyone sniff his fingers. They smell just like your
cunt. How about it teach, is your cunt wet now?"

I shook my head and backed up a step. He took two steps and he
was standing right in front of me. I had nowhere to run and all
of my resolve about screaming for help and fighting back against
these boys was forgotten now. For some reason I just couldn't do
it.

Tyrell reached out, confident that I wouldn't resist, and spread
my blouse open, revealing my breasts. He stared for a moment and
then he took one of my nipples in each hand and squeezed. I
gasped in pain and my hands went to his wrists reflexively. 

He quietly but firmly said, "Put your arms down cunt. You know
better than that."

I sobbed and shook my head, but I lowered my arms to my side. He
had never stopped squeezing my nipples. The problem was, it hurt,
but it felt so damned good! I felt shocks of pleasure travel from
my nipples to my crotch each time he squeezed and pulled. My body
was betraying me again. 

I heard noises and I opened my eyes to see Jamal standing beside
us and grinning. I heard the door close and I saw that the rest
of his gang was here too. 

Jamal moved behind me and pressed his body against mine and spoke
quietly in my ear. "Are you cheating on me with my best friend,
cunt? Damn! I thought you were a good girl. I don't know what to
do Alice. I am really hurt. I leave you alone for a few hours and
the next thing I know you are showing your tits to my friends and
just acting like a slut. Is your pussy all wet again? Did you get
all turned on showing Tyrell your tits?"

I managed to choke out a reply. "No. Please, leave me alone. I'm
not turned on. I just want to go home."

Jamal leaned down and kissed my neck and said, "I'll make you a
deal Alice. I'm a fair man. If your pussy isn't wet then we'll
all walk out of here and leave you alone. But if your pussy is
wet then I'm going to have to do something about this slutty
behavior of yours."

I was so scared that I thought I was going to faint. I knew for a
fact that my pussy was betraying me. I don't know why my body was
reacting this way. I am not the kind of girl that has kinky
fantasies of having sex with black people or being molested in
public or gang banged. I am a conservative, rather uptight
person. I have only been with one man, my fianc. I didn't intend
to be intimate with another until I fell in love and was in a
committed relationship. Now, here I was being assaulted for the
third time and I knew that my pussy was leaking. What the hell
was wrong with me?!

I felt his hands at the waistband of my skirt and in seconds it
was lying at my feet. Tyrell released my nipples and unbuttoned
the remaining buttons on my blouse and Jamal pulled it down and
dropped it, leaving me in only my blue panties and my shoes.

After he removed my blouse, Jamal pressed his body against me
again. I could feel his hard cock through his pants as it rubbed
against my lower back. His big, rough hands reached around me and
slid down over my belly to the crotch of my underwear. I felt his
hand cup my sex and I gasped in pleasure. It was pleasure that I
wanted desperately not to experience. These two young men were
undressing me in front of their friends and toying with my body
and my mind and all I could do was stand here and permit it.

Jamal whispered in my ear, a stage whisper, meant for his friends
to hear, "Alice, I think your panties are soaked. I'm going to be
fair though and make sure. I wouldn't want to misjudge you."

I closed my eyes again. I shook my head and under my breath I
kept whispering, "No, no, no. Oh god, please stop."

He didn't stop though. I felt his fingers in the waistband of my
underwear and then he squatted down and slowly pulled my panties
off. I didn't struggle when he lifted my legs one at a time and
pulled my underwear free. He stood back up and reached around and
held them in front of my face and said, "Look at that Alice! They
are drenched! Hell, I could wring these fucking things out! I'm
shocked Alice. I didn't think that you were that kind of girl."

I felt his hands move back to my pussy and this time first one
and then two long, thick fingers entered me. I shivered again,
but I wasn't entirely certain why this time. 

He played with my pussy for several minutes and Tyrell returned
to teasing my breasts. Jamal began talking quietly in my ear
again. He told me how much fun we were all going to have this
year. He told me that I was going to be his special girlfriend.
While he talked his hard cock was pressed against my back again
and I could feel it throbbing. He asked me if I felt it and I
nodded. He kissed my ear and then he asked, "Are you any good at
sucking cock Alice?" 

I didn't answer and he said, "Don't be modest Alice. You can tell
me if you are. I don't imagine you are, you being such an uptight
prissy bitch and all. Say, I have an idea! We're in school. Let's
have a little pop quiz! It isn't a hard test Alice. There is only
one question. I want you to get down on your knees and show me
how good you are at sucking cock. After you suck me off and
swallow my cum I will give you a grade. That sounds fair doesn't
it Alice?"

His hands had moved to my shoulders and he turned me around and
pushed me to the floor. I let it happen, just like I let him do
everything else he did to me. I was unable to resist.

I came to rest on my knees with his hard cock pressing against
his pants only inches from my face. He unbuckled his belt and
unfastened his pants and let them fall open. Then he said, "You
can take it from there, can't you Alice?"

I moaned in despair. Yet I couldn't take my eyes from the large
bulge in his white jockey shorts. I just stared for a minute, not
even really thinking. Until he said, "Alice....." in a voice that
told me that he was becoming impatient. 

I reached up and pulled his pants down. Then I pinched the
waistband of his underwear and pulled them out and down, still
mesmerized by the large black sex organ that I was uncovering.
Jamal was dark skinned, but his cock was much darker. It was
almost coal black! It was about seven inches long, maybe a little
longer and not much fatter than my fianc's cock had been. I was
surprised. It had felt so much larger when it was pressing
against my back a few minutes ago. 

I reached up and grasped it around the base and pulled it down to
my mouth. I didn't make love to it. I didn't kiss it or lick it
or play with it. I took it in my mouth and started sucking and
moving my mouth up and down while my hand began to massage what I
couldn't comfortably fit into my mouth.

Jamal groaned loudly and his hands caressed my hair. After a few
minutes he said in a strained voice, "I'm really surprised Alice.
You are a pretty good cocksucker! I think we are going to get
along just great! I think you're going to earn a solid B Plus
here!"

I ignored his degrading encouragement and sucked him off, working
to get this over with as quickly as possible. He was highly
aroused. I could tell from his breathing and the way that his
body was quivering as I worked. He had pretty good stamina
though, especially for a teenager. He lasted long enough that I
was exhausted when he finally held my head and filled my mouth
with a large load of cum. 

I was a little surprised. I had only done this for my one
previous lover. So I didn't have a lot to compare with. His cum
had a very mild taste. Not pleasant maybe, but not nearly as
bitter as what I was used to.

Once I had swallowed he held my head still and his cock drained
onto my tongue as it went soft in my mouth. When he finally
stepped back I thought, "Thank god, it's over!"

Maybe what they say about blondes is true!

As soon as Jamal moved out of the way Tyrell took his place. I
looked up at Jamal, as if to ask him not to make me do this. I
realized my mistake as soon as I did it. As much as anything else
that I had done in the last three days, that look was an
acknowledgement that he was in charge of me.

He just smiled and said, "Make me proud of you Alice. Don't
embarrass me in front of my friends. Show him what a good
cocksucker you are."

As I took Tyrell's cock into my mouth I noticed for the first
time that one of the boys had a digital movie camera pointed at
me. All this time I had been too ashamed to look around at them.
I didn't want to see the lust in their eyes. I had no idea how
long he had been recording. 

I tried to pull my face away, to take my mouth off of Tyrell's
cock, but he held me tight and said, "Uh uh, teach. Suck that
cock for me. I been looking forward to this since I saw your
pretty white ass on Monday. I been kissing them lips and thinking
how good they were going to feel when they were wrapped around my
cock. Don't worry though. This won't take long. I can't wait to
coat your tonsils with my cum. Now get to work. Don't worry about
that camera. We'll make sure you get one of the copies of that
disk."

I gave in then. I couldn't fight them. I didn't know how much
they had on that disk, but I knew that at the very least they had
pictures of me naked and on my knees sucking the cock of at least
one of my students, probably two. 

I turned my attention to sucking Tyrell's somewhat larger cock
and he had been right. I doubt if he lasted five minutes. When he
stepped away the rest of them stepped forward one at a time and I
sucked all eight of them off while they took turns holding the
camera and recording it all. 

After Jamal and Tyrell they made me open my mouth wide when they
came and they all finished off by shooting into my wide open
mouth with the camera coming in for an extreme close-up. 

I was aghast at the idea of the very existence of these pictures.
I had refused when my fianc had tried to get me to pose for him
in lingerie. I knew that if I didn't pose for sexy pictures then
I didn't have to worry about them ever showing up on the
internet. There was no telling where these pictures would end up,
but I would be surprised if they didn't get posted by someone
before very long. I remembered what Tyrell had said, "One of the
copies". At the very least, I suppose that each of these boys
would have a copy of this degrading little movie I was starring
in.

When I was finished sucking off Jamal and his gang, Jamal pulled
me to my feet and his hand moved to my pussy. I gasped at his
touch and he grinned as his fingers entered me once more. He
smiled that smug smile and said, "Your mind has some pretty mixed
emotions Alice, but your body seems to love what is happening to
you. Do you feel how wet your cunt is sweetheart?"

I just stood there. I couldn't fight him. He handed me my
miniskirt. I put it on quickly and he handed me my blouse. He
placed my soiled panties on my desk and ordered me to leave them
there until he decided what to do with them. He ordered me not to
wear panties tomorrow, no underwear at all. He said that he had
decided that he had made a mistake when he told me how long my
skirts could be. Tomorrow he wanted my skirt to be two inches
shorter. He also ordered me to cut the same number of buttons off
of all of my blouses to save him the trouble. 

I just nodded. I didn't know what I was going to do tomorrow. I
had already had this argument with myself everyday for three days
and I just seemed to keep letting these things happen to me. It
was getting worse though. I had just provided oral sex to eight
teenage boys. On camera! I was letting one of them make me dress
in slutty clothing and molest me in front of my class. How had my
life gone so wrong in such a short amount of time?!

The boys all left me alone finally and I sat back down at my desk
and tried to pull myself together. I didn't even look at the
clock for several minutes. When I did I saw that I only had five
minutes to get the attendance sheets in. I stood up and walked
unsteadily to the door and then realized that I still had not put
my shoes back on.  

I tried to get my mind working again. I slipped my shoes on,
grabbed my purse this time, and got to the office with only
minutes to spare. I got a lot of strange looks from the staff,
but no one spoke. It occurred to me that I had been working here
for three full days now and the only one that I had spoken to was
the principal, Mr. Wigfall! I had not met any other teachers and
the office staff never spoke to me when I went in there every
morning and every afternoon.

I dropped off the attendance sheets and I turned around and ran
right into Mr. Wigfall. I said excuse me and he stepped back and
smiled and said, "Miss Wilson! How are you? I never see you in
the teacher's lounge. Are you doing alright?"

I explained that I ate my lunch at my desk and made up some
excuse about studying my lesson plans and being available for my
students. I realized that I sounded much more like a silly school
girl than one of the teachers, but I had just been gang raped and
I wasn't thinking too clearly.

I excused myself and rushed to my car. The parking lot was nearly
empty, as it usually was by the time Jamal allowed me to leave in
the afternoon. I got in and drove off quickly, terrified of
something else happening before I could get out of there.

I drove home and headed straight for the liquor bottle. I poured
myself a strong drink and gulped it down on an empty stomach.
That took care of supper and I went into my bedroom and undressed
with the intention of taking a long, hot shower. Instead, I
reached into my nightstand and pulled out my vibrator and
masturbated like crazy for nearly an hour. I gave myself one huge
orgasm after another until I was exhausted. When I was finished I
fell asleep lying there on my back with my vibrator resting on my
stomach.

I woke up a couple of hours later and was shocked at what I had
done. I sat up too quickly and felt faint for a moment. When I
got my equilibrium back I stood and went into the bathroom. 

I rinsed off my vibrator and then I brushed my teeth. As I worked
the toothbrush around my mouth I thought of all the cocks and all
the cum that had been in my mouth this afternoon. I didn't want
to. I just couldn't help it. Instead of the horror that I should
have felt, I realized that I was getting excited all over again.
I knew it was wrong. It made me mad to think that I would react
that way. I just didn't know how to stop it.

I took a hot shower and dried off. I put my robe on and went out
to the kitchen. I wasn't hungry, but I had not eaten a single
thing today and I knew that I had to eat something, something
besides the ejaculate of eight black teenagers.

I had food, but nothing that I saw appealed to me. I finally got
out some cold cuts and made a sandwich and sat at my kitchen
table and ate listlessly, staring off into space as I thought
once more of the horrible things that had happened today.

Being forced to suck all of those boys off had been awful. For
some reason though, I had been much more humiliated by the things
that had happened during my first class when Jamal had exposed my
breast and rubbed my crotch in front of my entire class. It was
obvious, even to me, that this was getting way out of hand.
Unfortunately, that knowledge contributed nothing to the dilemma
I was in. If I just said the hell with it and told them that I
couldn't take this anymore then I would soon be homeless and my
chances of getting another teaching position, ever, were slim and
none. 

The trouble is that it was obvious even to me where this was
going. Well, I thought that it was. I was soon to learn that my
devious tormenter had much more imagination than I did. I just
didn't realize how clueless I really was.

After I ate my sandwich I tried to read my book again. I just
couldn't concentrate. I gave up and tried watching a little
television. I don't watch television often. Sometimes though, I
will have it on just so that it won't be so quiet. Tonight the
noise was annoying. 

I thought about getting dressed and going for a walk but this
wasn't a good area to go for a walk in the evening. It was more
commercial than residential and there were not a lot of
sidewalks. If you wanted to go somewhere around here you pretty
much had to drive. 

I finally gave up and went into my bedroom. I took off my robe
and sat on the edge of my bed for a minute or two before I gave
up and pulled my vibrator out and stretched back out on my back.
I was so ashamed of myself, but at least while I was using my
vibrator the fear was gone.

I turned on my little bullet shaped friend and distracted myself
from the terror in my life. Well, that was the intent. Somehow
though, I found myself thinking about his morning. I imagined
what I must have looked like with my breast hanging free for all
of that time and then I imagined what it must have looked like as
he touched me in front of that crowded classroom. I could almost
see his dark skin contrasting with the stark white skin of my
breast and then my thigh. 

What must my students have thought of me! They must have talked
about that all day among their friends. Half the kids in the
school must know by now that I let Jamal manhandle me in class. I
had stood at his side and allowed him reach up under my skirt and
rub my crotch.

I remembered my soiled panties sitting in the middle of my desk.
The janitor would surely see them tonight. I had been ordered to
leave them where they were. The students filing into my class
tomorrow would see them if they glanced at my desk.

I began to have an orgasm as I imagined the students filing into
my classroom tomorrow and seeing my underwear and being reminded
of the events that took place yesterday. As if they would need to
be reminded. 

Today was over though. I should be worried about tomorrow. Every
day got worse. What did Jamal have in mind for me tomorrow?
Everyday had been worse than the day before. Today I had given
eight teenagers oral sex. What would be demanded of me tomorrow?
Would I be having intercourse? 

I thought about how long it had been since I had enjoyed the feel
of a cock inside of me. It had been more than a year. It had been
almost two years. While I would admit that I missed it, I
realized that, if not tomorrow, I would be having sex with my
students soon. My black students!

I knew that I desperately did not want to do that, not with the
young, black teenagers in my class. But as I realized it was
going to happen I was having another orgasm. What on earth was
wrong with me!

I didn't stop though. I continued to work at my pussy with that
vibrator and my mind wandered back to the afternoon after my last
class. I relived it as I had orgasm after orgasm until I couldn't
take it anymore and finally turned off my vibrator and collapsed
onto my bed, out of breath and exhausted.

I wanted to just drift off to sleep, but I couldn't. I was a
mess. I waited until I was more or less recovered and I got up
and rinsed off my vibrator. I used a damp cloth on my thighs and
my matted pussy and then I stared at myself in the mirror.

I couldn't believe what I was becoming. I looked at my long
blonde hair and my face. My fianc used to say that I had elfin
features. I suppose that I was not pretty in the classic model
sense. I was pretty though. I wasn't snobbish about it. I knew
that it was an accident of nature.

I looked at my figure. The figure that so many people have seen
exposed in public recently. My breasts were perfect for my small
frame. They were B cup and I suppose that they might be described
as perky. They didn't sag at all. My nipples were not much larger
than a dime. They were pink and lately they were erect a great
deal of the time.

I had a slender body, a narrow waist and small hips. I had a butt
like a sixteen year old according to my fianc. He had been, by
his own admission, a "butt man", so I am taking his word on that.


I have long, slender, shapely legs. I am only five foot, two
inches tall, but a lot of that is in my legs. Men found me
attractive and I had always had mixed emotions about that. On the
one hand I liked being sexy and pretty. At the same time I was
self-conscious and it bothered me when they watched me walk or
stared at me in public. I was shy and never dressed to show off,
especially not in public.

I finally went back to my bedroom. I put my vibrator away and dug
out a clean t-shirt to sleep in. I pulled my covers back and
stretched out on my back and turned off the lights. I thought
that it would be difficult to sleep. I had already taken a nap,
and I had three days of torment that I could not get out of my
mind. It didn't take as long as I thought though and soon I was
sound asleep. 

I woke up the next morning before the alarm went off and I got up
and took another quick shower. I dried off and then I pulled out
one of my new miniskirts and put it on the bed. I went into my
small closet and selected a blouse. I started to pull out some
clean underwear when I remembered that I had been ordered not to
wear any. 

I shivered in fear as I wondered what humiliating things I would
be forced to endure today. I dug out a single edged razor blade
and removed the top four buttons from my blouse. As I worked, the
image of being bent over Jamal with my breast exposed in class
yesterday flashed though my mind and I shivered. I am sure that
it was fear that I felt.

I put the blouse on and buttoned it up as far as I could. I
stepped into the skirt and pulled it up. I tucked in my blouse
and fastened the skirt and then rolled the waistband over twice.
I went back into the bathroom to brush my hair and I hated what I
saw in the mirror. 

I looked like a prostitute. My skirt was only a couple of inches
below my crotch now. I had never been so exposed in my life. The
blouse was even worse than yesterday. It must have been cut
lower. The remaining top button seemed lower, exposing more
cleavage. I wanted desperately to put some decent clothes on. No,
what I really wanted was to never go back to that school again. 

I realized that I had not yet completed the first week of the
school year and the fear that I felt gripped my heart and made it
hard to breathe. How was I ever going to get through this?!

I went out to the kitchen but I still had no appetite. I made
myself a sandwich and grabbed a bottle of water and my purse and
headed for school. It only took about fifteen minutes to get
there and I pulled up and parked and steeled my nerves for
another day of torment.

I got out and locked my car and when I turned around I saw Jamal
approaching with that smug grin on his face. I have never been a
violent person, but the idea of slamming a baseball bat into that
supercilious face and taking away that arrogant look forever
really appealed to me at that moment.

He stopped in front of me and reached out and pulled the sides of
my blouse apart. He looked down at my exposed breasts and said,
"Looking good Alice, real good. You just needed to lighten up a
bit. You are going to thank me for this later."

He pulled me close and kissed me. It was a very physical, very
passionate kiss and as he kissed me his hands reached under the
back of my skirt and gripped the cheeks of my ass and pulled my
body tight against his own.

I surrendered instantly. I knew I couldn't fight him. He finally
broke the kiss and just squeezed the cheeks of my ass for a
moment and then he said, "That's what I like to feel. For a
skinny white bitch you got a fine ass Alice."

He finally let me go and as he walked away he looked back and
said, "See you in class cunt."

I shuddered and this time I knew without a doubt that it was
fear. I walked across the parking lot and went to the office.
Once more I got the disbelieving stares from the women in the
office. I thought that they must know what was happening to me.
Surely it was obvious to everyone!

No one spoke though. I picked up my attendance sheets and went to
my classroom. I stood in front of my desk and stared at the blue
panties that I had worn yesterday. They were prominently
displayed in the middle of my desk. I put my purse away and set
my attendance sheets down and went over my lesson plan. I don't
know why. I wasn't teaching anyone anything. 

The first bell rang and the guard let the kids in through the
front door. I heard the noise build in the hallway as they
swarmed in like locusts. They started filing into the room almost
immediately. The looks on their faces as they came in and headed
for their seats was really disturbing. The girls looked at me and
it was obvious that they thought that I was some kind of slut and
lower than dirt.

The boys leered and they too thought that I was some kind of
slut, but they thought that was a good thing. Their eyes explored
my body and I could almost feel them. I wanted to pull my skirt
down and hold my blouse together and cover myself but I knew that
I couldn't. I knew that they could not tell, at least not yet,
but I was extremely self-conscious about not wearing underwear. I
felt nearly naked and that wasn't far from wrong. 

No one spoke to me directly, but I heard many disparaging
comments as they filed past me. I heard the word cunt several
times. One of the students finally noticed my panties on my desk
and reached down and picked them up. He held them open and
displayed them to the class and yelled out, "Hey! Look at this!
Anyone recognize these?!"

I must have been as red as a can of paint. I was just about to
grab them from him but he sniffed at them obscenely and then
tossed them back onto my desk and headed for his seat. Everyone
was aware of them now, and everyone was aware that I left them
right where they landed in the middle of my desk. I didn't have
to be a mind reader to know what they were all thinking.

It was almost time for the final bell and Jamal had not come in
yet. I was starting to hope that he had decided to skip school
today or something when I saw him standing out in the hall
talking with one of the male teachers. The bell rang and they
stood there talking in the empty hallway for a moment longer
before they separated and Jamal came in. 

I got to my feet and went over and shut the door and returned to
my usual place in the front of the class. I forced myself to
think about my lesson plan and not the underwear on my desk or
the events of yesterday.

Jamal just watched me with that smirk on his face until the class
was about half over. I was starting to think that he was going to
leave me alone, at least until the school day was over. God I'm
stupid!

I had paused in my lecture to look down at my book when I heard
Jamal's voice. He sounded so polite, so respectful, when he
asked, "Excuse me Alice. I just wanted to say how lovely you look
today."

I felt like I had been punched in the stomach. I knew that it was
starting again. It was now just a question of how humiliating it
was going to be.

Jamal had paused to give everyone a chance to turn their
attention to the front of the classroom. He was smiling so
innocently, I wanted to kill him. No, I just wanted to run out of
the room. Well, maybe a little of both.

The room had gotten quiet as the other students realized that the
show was starting again. Jamal continued, "Aren't you a lot more
comfortable now that I've taken you under my wing and helped you
dress a lot sexier? It's pretty warm in here too, so you must be
a lot cooler with no underwear on. Aren't you Alice?"

I heard the class laughing at me and I saw the look on their
faces. They were enjoying the hell out of this. The girls even
looked like they were enjoying watching Jamal humiliate and
degrade me. 

I just stood there like a small animal in a trap, totally
helpless to defend myself. 

Jamal waited a second and then said, "Come over here Alice. I'm
curious about something."

I shook my head and whispered, "Please Jamal, please not again."

He just stared at me and after a moment I took a deep breath and
walked slowly towards him. I heard the buzz of conversation
around the room as I obeyed him.

When I was standing in front of his desk he looked up at me and
asked, "Alice, I was just wondering. You remember yesterday don't
you? You remember when I put my hand on your pussy and it was all
wet? I was wondering, since you don't have any panties on today
and you are getting lots of fresh air on your pussy, if you were
managing to keep dry."

He leaned forward and reached out and pulled me around to stand
at his side and I didn't resist. I stood there with my eyes
closed so that I wouldn't have to see the faces of my students as
Jamal's hand came to rest on my calf and slowly worked its way up
over my knee and up my thigh. When his hand was half way up my
thigh he said, "Spread your legs Alice. I need more room here."

I sobbed and shook my head, but I obeyed. 

His hand continued working its way up to my crotch, but just
before he touched my pussy he stopped and said, "This is in my
way."

He reached out with both hands and pushed my skirt all the way up
to my waist in front of the entire class. I heard the obscene
comments and I felt the boy that was sitting behind me place his
hand on my ass. I could hear the girls sitting nearby laughing
loudly at my total humiliation.

Jamal put his hand back on my thigh and moved it slowly back up
until his finger touched my pussy. His finger sawed back and
forth along my slit and he said, "This is a good look for you
Alice. I think that you have a little too much hair for a blonde
though. I want you to do me a favor tonight, okay? I'd like you
to go ahead and shave all of this hair off down here. Will you do
that for me? I'm sure you'll be a lot cooler if you do that."

Several of the boys nearby got a hearty laugh out of that.

Jamal didn't wait for me to answer. He turned his attention back
to his fingers and my pussy. I felt his finger enter me and
several of the girls nearby squealed in excitement as they
watched me being assaulted in front of my entire class. 

Jamal's finger sawed in and out of my pussy and everyone nearby
could tell how wet I was. He looked up at me and said, "Damn
Alice, still pretty juicy down here. I guess it didn't help much
to leave your underwear at home. Still, I'm sure you are much
more comfortable this way. Maybe there is something else we can
try to cool you down a little. I know, how about this?"

His finger on his right hand continued to saw into me and he
raised his left hand and unbuttoned several more buttons on my
already dangerously open blouse. When it was unbuttoned to my
waist he reached up and pushed it down off of my shoulders and
down until it caught at my elbows.

I was crying quietly now. The tears were running down my cheeks
and dripping down onto my exposed breasts. I heard chairs
scraping against the floor around the room and the other students
were gathering around for a better look at my exposed body. 

Just when I thought that things were as bad as they could get,
Jamal began to tease my clit with his thumb and though I fought
against it with all of my might I was soon shivering and sobbing
and cumming all at the same time.

I cried out and would have fallen to the floor if I had not
reached out to support myself on Jamal's shoulder. He kept it up
until I came twice. There was no mistaking it either. I was
whining and crying out and my body was twitching out of control
at the hands of this teenage thug.

When he finally pulled his fingers free he reached up and pulled
my head down closer and stuck them into my mouth and ordered me
to suck them clean. I obeyed without thinking and leaned over him
unsteadily, sucking his fingers like they were cocks while the
class looked on in amusement.

He let me humiliate myself like that for a minute or so and then
he pulled his fingers out of my mouth and said quietly, "I think
that you should thank me Alice. Most of us don't get to have that
much fun in school. You are pretty lucky you know. Not many
teachers have students that are as concerned with their comfort
as I am with yours."

I was still sobbing quietly, but I managed to say thank you. It
wasn't loud enough though and I had to say it twice more before
it was loud enough to please him.

At last he said, "You're welcome Alice. Now you better pull
yourself together, the bell is just about to ring. You wouldn't
want to have the kids in your next class think you were a slut
would you?"

Everyone in the class laughed at that. I hurriedly pulled my
blouse back up over my breasts and buttoned it. I straightened
out my skirt and wiped my eyes. I finished just as the bell rang.


The kids filed out around us, Jamal was still sitting in his seat
and staring at me. As the boys filed out behind me most of them
grabbed my ass and gave it a quick squeeze. I just stood there
waiting for the earth to open up and swallow me.

When everyone else had left the room and the kids from my next
class were beginning to enter the room, Jamal finally got to his
feet. He walked past me to my desk, spread my panties out in the
center of my desk blotter and said, "Leave them just like that.
They need airing out."

Jamal finally left and I turned to look at my panties in the
center of my desk. Not everyone coming into the room noticed
them, but many did and with each person that saw my underwear
spread out on my desk on display I was diminished a little more.


I don't know that I ever had any hope of reaching any of these
kids when I came here to teach. To be honest, I had been more
concerned for myself when I found out I would be teaching in this
school than I was for any of the students. There was no hope of
getting through to any of these kids now though. I was nothing
more than a sex toy now. I no longer came here to teach. I came
here to be humiliated, degraded, abused, assaulted, raped,
anything but teach.

Several times during the day, as classes filed in and out of my
room I was groped by male students. I had begun to recognize the
members of Jamal's little gang and most of the boys that molested
me were a part of the gang. Not all of them, but most. Others
probably saw that I permitted it or had heard what was happening
in my class and just took advantage of the situation.

Nothing like what happened in my first class at the hands of
Jamal was repeated though. 

At lunch time I closed my door after everyone left and got out my
sandwich and water. I sat staring at my lunch, sitting right in
front of my panties on my blotter, and I realized that if I were
to try to eat anything now I would probably throw up. My nerves
were shot and I was not at all sure that I was not on the verge
of having a nervous breakdown.

Things were about to get worse. The door to my classroom suddenly
opened and Jamal came in, followed closely by the teacher that he
had been talking with in the hallway before first period this
morning.

Jamal closed the door and locked it and they walked over to my
desk. I stood up and faced them and waited to see what this was
all about.

I didn't have long to wait. Jamal said, "Alice, this is Mr. Cord.
He is my history teacher. You haven't met have you?"

I shook my head. I hadn't met any of the other teachers. Mr. Cord
was a short, middle aged black man. He was balding and he was
very out of shape. He was only about five foot, eight inches tall
but he must have weighed two hundred and fifty pounds. 

Jamal said, "I don't expect that I'll have any trouble getting a
passing grade in English this year, will I Alice?"

There was only one answer of course. I shook my head. I was too
nervous to speak.

Jamal continued, "That's good Alice. The problem is I'm not very
good at history either. So I had a heart to heart talk with Mr.
Cord and we worked out a little deal. You are going to take your
clothes off and bend over your desk and let Mr. Cord fuck you and
he is going to give me a passing grade in history. It's really
nice of you to help me out like this Alice. Now take your clothes
off."

I was frozen. I stared at them in disbelief. How could a teacher
be going along with this hoodlum?! 

Jamal waited a minute and then he said, "Alice, if I have to take
your clothes off you will probably end up losing another button
or two."

I looked at the determined look on Jamal's face, and the look of
lust on Mr. Cord's face and I knew that it was hopeless. I pulled
my blouse out of my skirt and unbuttoned it and took it off and
laid it on my desk. I unrolled the waistband on my skirt and
unfastened it. I let it slide down over my hips and I stepped out
of it. I kept my eyes down now and stared at the floor as I
dropped my skirt on my desk. I couldn't stand to look at Mr.
Cord's face.

Jamal waited until I was naked and he said, "You should get down
on your knees Alice. Get down there and get his cock ready so he
can fuck you. That's a good girl."

I dropped to my knees and struggled with Mr. Cord's clothing. It
was difficult because of the way his big belly hung over his
belt. I pulled his pants and his shorts down and took his already
hard cock into my mouth. I sucked him for less than a minute
before he pushed me away and said, "Not so fast bitch. I want to
cum in your cunt. Get up on the desk and lay on your back. I want
to watch your tits jiggle while I fuck you."

I stood up and stepped over to my desk. I moved my lunch out of
the way and leaned back on my desk. Mr. Cord moved into position
and lined up his cock and forced it into me quickly. 

I closed my eyes as he pushed his cock inside of me. He reached
out and twisted my nipple and said, "Open your eyes bitch. I want
you to see how much fun I'm having."

I opened my eyes and watched his average sized cock slide into my
body. I took note of the fact that I was wet again. His cock
entered me and when he pulled it out again it was glistening with
my juices. As disgusting as he was, as humiliating as this
situation was, I couldn't deny that his cock felt very good. It
had been a long time since I had enjoyed that feeling of fullness
that you get when your pussy is full of cock.

His strokes became more and more violent and he was getting his
wish. My tits were swaying and bouncing violently. He didn't last
very long. He was swearing and calling me names and then he
grabbed my thighs and held me tight as he grunted loudly and
filled me with cum.

Although it felt nice to have a cock in me again after so long, I
was nowhere near the point of having an orgasm. I was just
relieved that it was over. Mr. Cord pulled free after a minute or
so and pulled his pants back on. Without another word Jamal and
Mr. Cord left the room.

I rushed over and locked the door and then used a handful of
tissue to clean myself. I had a plastic sandwich bag in my purse
with a supply of moist towelettes. I used a few of them to clean
myself off and then I dressed quickly. I put my uneaten lunch
away and stared down at my panties, still spread out on the desk.
Finally I snapped out of it and rushed over and unlocked the door
just as the bell rang.

My first class in the afternoon was pretty bad. The word must be
spreading about me. More than a few of my students stopped on the
way to their seats to pull my blouse out and look down at my
breasts before moving on. Everyone saw what was happening and I
had the impression that they all knew about the things that Jamal
was making me do. Several of the boys also stopped to pick up my
panties and show them around before putting them back down
carefully and spreading them out neatly.

More than a few of them did more than look. I felt hands on my
bare thighs and hands on my ass. One boy even reached inside my
blouse and held my breast for a moment as he smiled at me, daring
me to object.

The second class of the afternoon was worse though. Tyrell came
in and stood behind me as the other students filed in. He put his
arms around my waist and pressed up against my back and said,
"Jamal told us all about what happened to you in first period.
You must be pretty turned on right now. I heard you didn't cum
when Cord fucked you either. You must really need some cock. Are
you feeling horny Alice?"

As he spoke quietly in my ear his hands came up and cupped my
breasts, right there in front of my class. Except for a few
obscene remarks the entire class had gone quiet and they were
staring in awe as I allowed Tyrell to molest me.

It was starting again. I didn't know what to do. I whispered,
"No! I'm not horny! Now please, go sit down. Please Tyrell, I
don't deserve this!"

To my astonishment, he actually dropped his arms and moved back
to his seat, half way up the center aisle.

When the bell rang I closed the door and moved to the front of
the class to start my lecture. Unlike every other class that I
had taught up until now, the kids were all staring at me and
sitting absolutely still. There wasn't a sound except my shaky
voice.

I had only just started though when Tyrell stood up and moved to
the door at the front of the room. I heard the loud click as he
turned the lock and then he went over and sat on my desk.

I turned to look at him and he smiled. He didn't have that smug
look that was Jamal's constant expression. He actually had a nice
smile. There was something in his eyes though that scared the
hell out of me. 

He let me stand there and shake in fear for a moment and then he
said, "I hear that you get overheated in here Alice. I guess you
aren't used to being in a school on the poor side of town where
we can't get air conditioning. You must have spent all of your
school years in schools for rich white kids with swimming pools
and football fields and air conditioning. I bet you even got to
use school books that were from this century. Don't worry Alice.
We don't hold that against you. In fact we feel sorry for you. So
we are going to help you stay cool while you are teaching our
class. Get your ass over here!"

I stood ten feet away and whispered, "Please Tyrell, please don't
do this to me."

He smiled and responded quietly, "It's for your own good Alice.
Now don't make me say it again."

I took a step and stumbled as my legs almost gave out. I was
terrified of what I already knew was to come. I caught myself and
regained my balance and moved over to stand in front of Tyrell.

He smiled at me and if I didn't know what was coming I would have
been comforted by that smile. But I knew that the smile was just
a mask.

He sat there on the front of my desk and said, "Hand me your
blouse Alice."

For the third time this day my breasts were about to be bared in
my classroom! I pulled the blouse out of my skirt and unbuttoned
the few remaining buttons and after taking a deep breath to
steady myself I slid my blouse off and handed it to Tyrell.

I heard the murmuring behind me as I stood topless in my
classroom. 

Tyrell set my blouse down and said, "The skirt Alice."

I slowly removed it as well. He took it from my hands and I felt
the entire class staring at my ass now. Tyrell reached down and
his fingers moved over my slit and he said, "As soon as class is
over we are going to make up for that lousy fuck that Cord threw
you. Jamal will be coming back with the rest of the guys and we
are all going to fuck you. I'd fuck you right now, but I promised
Jamal that he could go first. I guess that's only fair. You are
his cunt. He broke you. I'm going to be second though. I bet that
is one tight little pussy you have there."

He slid off of my desk and turned me around to face the class and
said, "Okay Alice, go ahead and teach us all about English."

I stood in that spot without moving for the rest of the class and
recited the lesson, all the while staring over the heads of the
students in their seats. I couldn't look them in the eyes, I
couldn't face them. I tried with all of my might to ignore the
crude, insulting remarks and the jokes. 

I realized that no one was listening to my lecture. On the other
hand, they hadn't listened when I was wearing clothes either. At
least they weren't asking questions. I could try to make believe
that they weren't there. I didn't have to look at them.

Tyrell had made me undress shortly after class started. I spent
nearly an hour standing naked in front of my class. I didn't know
whether to be relieved or not when the bell rang. Because I knew
what was coming next.

I started to turn and reach for my clothes but Tyrell was
standing behind me and he said, "Don't bother Alice. You won't be
needing them." Several of the boys stopped on the way out to feel
me up roughly. Tyrell watched and smiled.

Tyrell called out to one of the girls, Shanaya, as she was
leaving and told her to come over. She walked over to us,
smirking as bad as Jamal. As she approached she looked me right
in the eye and said, "You are such a fucking slut. I have never
seen a bigger slut than you, and I've seen some sluts!"

Tyrell handed her my attendance records and told her to drop them
off at the office. He told her that I was going to be busy. 

She grinned and said, "I wish I could stay and watch. I never
seen a pretty little blonde get gang banged before."

Tyrell said, "You can if you want. We don't mind."

She sighed and said, "I can't tonight. I gotta go to family court
with my dumb brother."

Tyrell smiled and said, "Well don't worry. I imagine we'll be
doing it again tomorrow."

Shanaya grinned and said, "I'll be here." Then she got a serious
look on her face and said, "But just to watch. I ain't gonna fuck
you guys."

Tyrell shrugged and said, "I don't give a shit, it ain't up to
me."

All this time the classroom door was open and the hallway was
crowded with students glancing in as they passed by and I was
standing here naked.

It was only a few minutes before Jamal and his gang came in and
at last the door was closed. Jamal came over and stood in front
of me and one hand came up and began caressing my breast. It
actually felt pretty damned good! As Jamal was exploring my
breasts Tyrell was standing beside him telling him how I spent
the entire period teaching in the nude. Jamal got a big kick out
of that.

He turned his attention back to me and said, "Cord wasn't much of
a fuck was he? Well don't worry Alice. We are going to make it up
to you. I've been thinking of fucking you since I saw you on
Monday. I knew the minute I saw you that you didn't have a spine.
You have needed someone to tell you what to do all your life. You
think you are having a terrible time. You think you are a victim
of a rowdy gang of black teenagers. But your pussy is leaking
like a sieve isn't it Alice? You love this. You love being
humiliated like this. You have never been so turned on in your
life have you?"

I shook my head violently and almost screamed, "NO!! I hate this!
I hate you! I hate all of you!"

Jamal just smiled and said, "No Alice. You are saying that
because that is what you are supposed to think. That was what
they taught you to think when you were growing up. That isn't how
you really feel though. Reach down and stick your finger in your
cunt and show it to me."

I didn't move right away and he yelled, "Do it!"

I reluctantly obeyed him. I knew what I was going to find. I slid
my finger into my hot, wet pussy and then pulled it out, sopping
wet. I held it up to show him and I could not have been more
embarrassed. 

He guided my finger to my lips and I sucked it clean as he stared
into my face. Then he said, "Poor Alice. You have been a slut all
of these years and didn't even know it. We're doing you a favor
here."

Jamal put his hands on my waist and lifted me up and set me down
on my desk as if I were weightless. I groaned as he began to
remove his pants and underwear. His hard cock was pointed nearly
straight up and throbbing. The lube was covering the fat head and
dripping down the shaft. 

He took my hand and wrapped it around his cock and said, "This is
what you need. You are going to have to fuck Cord and a few
others from time to time, but you don't have to enjoy it. You
just do that because you have to."

"Me and my friends here though, you are going to love fucking us.
All these cocks are going to feel so good in your sweet pussy
you're going to want to marry all eight of us. By the end of this
hour you are going to be the happiest teacher in this school." 

He leaned forward and put his hand behind my head. He placed his
lips on mine and we started kissing. While we kissed he edged
closer and his cock was rubbing against my belly. He grabbed my
legs and pulled me closer to the edge of the desk and then he
spread my legs and broke the kiss long enough to say, "Put it in,
Alice. I'm going to fuck you now."

He put his lips back on mine and as his tongue forced its way
between my lips I guided the head of his cock to my pussy. As
soon as he felt the head slip into me he started sliding it in
slowly. I groaned. I couldn't help it. As much as I hated him, as
much as I hated being raped, gang raped, in front of all these
boys, god that felt good! 

His cock was long and hard and virile and he was athletic and in
shape and I hated to admit it but being taken against my will
like this was really turning me on. I'm sorry. I know that I will
probably have my women's lib ID card taken away. There is just
something that appeals to something deep down inside of me when I
am being ordered around and raped by a man like this and I was
coming to realize it for the first time in my life.

I didn't have to worry about him finding out. He already seemed
to realize it. The shock was mine as I came to realize it. I
refused to show it though. 

Jamal kept his hand behind my head and held me upright with our
faces inches apart when he wasn't actually kissing me. He stroked
his cock into me, long, slow, demanding strokes as his eyes
stared into mine. I had surrendered to him on Monday and he knew
it. He could have fucked me then. He had purposely drawn it out
until this afternoon. He and his friends were enjoying degrading
me as much as they had enjoyed making me suck them off yesterday,
and as much as they were all going to enjoy fucking me this
afternoon. 

Life as I knew it was over now. My body no longer belonged to me.
It hadn't since Monday, but this is the first time that I had
acknowledged it to myself. I had read about women who enjoyed
being treated like this, fantasized about it, got off on it. I
was never one of them. I couldn't deny what I was feeling though.
I may hate Jamal and his friends and what they are doing to me,
but Christ, that cock moving in and out of me felt good right
now! He knew it too. They all knew it.

Jamal started speeding up and one of his hands started
manipulating my breast. He wasn't caressing me. He was squeezing,
pulling, mauling, it hurt and it sent shockwaves of pleasure
directly to my clit. I came before he did. There was no hiding it
either. I threw my head back and though I bit my lip to keep from
crying out I still came loudly, moaning and groaning and fighting
to keep from screaming out loud.

Jamal cried out too, and after several violent strokes he tensed
up and I knew that he was filling me with his cum. I shuddered in
forced pleasure and then we stayed like that for a long moment
with his cock still buried in me. 

He straightened up and even though I had my eyes closed I knew
that he was staring at my face. I wanted to cry, I wanted to run
and hide, but the aftershocks of my orgasm were still coursing
through my body and I felt my body shiver uncontrollably several
times before he finally pulled free. 

As soon as he was out of the way Tyrell took his place. Tyrell
didn't support my upper torso the way Jamal had when he fucked me
and I was soon lying on my back on my desk. I could feel my blue
panties under my back. He reached down and lifted my legs and
draped them over his shoulders and began to fuck me brutally.

My breasts began to move violently as we fucked and I saw one of
the boys coming in close with the movie camera and recording the
action. My heart jumped into my throat for a second, but then I
realized that it didn't matter anymore. 

I reached up and supported my breasts with my hands, but I didn't
just hold them. I caressed them. I pinched and pulled at my
nipples and I was cumming again long before Tyrell did.

Jamal and Tyrell were the only two boys whose names I knew. The
others were just a part of the background to me. They all blended
together as they took their turns fucking me on my desk, one
right after the other. Some of them were larger, some smaller,
some rough, some slow and gentle, but it was basically just one
long hour of fucking for me. I didn't cum with all of them, but
with most of them I did. I no longer tried to hide it, not that I
had ever been successful at it anyway.

I didn't even bother to keep track of who was fucking me and how
many were left. I was surprised though when I heard a noise when
it seemed to be just about over and I looked up to see Jamal
coming back into the classroom followed closely by the security
guard.

I panicked for a second. Then I thought maybe I was being saved.
What can I say, I'm blonde. It turned out that Jamal was using me
as a bribe to make sure that he and his friends had no trouble
with security.

The guard came close and watched as the last of the teenagers
finished fucking me. He stared down at my naked body after the
last boy finished using me. He and the boys commented on my
various assets and joked about me while I just lay there
waiting.

Jamal used my blouse to clean my crotch of the cum that was
draining out of me and then he stepped back and said, "She's all
yours man."

He smiled and said, "Can I fuck her ass?"

Jamal replied, "No, not yet. She hasn't been broking in yet. Next
time."

I wasn't really paying attention. What they were saying bothered
me, but it was just another indignity. It didn't really matter
now.

The guard dropped his pants and shorts and came closer. He rested
his surprisingly large cock on my well fucked but still very
sensitive pussy and sawed it gently back and forth several times
before he nestled the head of it at my opening and began pushing
it in. His cock was large enough that I might have had trouble
taking it in a week ago. Not now though. It was large, but not
abnormally large. It still felt good. Even after the eight boys
that had just fucked me. I didn't think that I would be able to
have another orgasm. It turns out that I underestimated my
capabilities. I came several more times as the security guard
fucked me violently.

He leaned over me staring down at me and calling me nasty names.
He fucked me hard, a punishing, brutal stroke that almost hurt as
his pelvis slammed into me. He had to keep pulling me back to his
side of the desk. I was sliding all over the place. Just before
he came he reached out with both hands and grabbed my breasts and
squeezed violently. He was using my breasts like handles to hold
me in place and as horrible as it was I came one last time.

He left his cock in me until it was soft. It made an embarrassing
noise when he finally pulled out of me. Not that I could be any
more embarrassed than I was already. The guard stepped back and
looked down at his messy cock and then he pulled me off the desk
roughly and pushed me to my knees. It didn't take much. My knees
were so weak that I would have had trouble standing. 

He ordered me to clean up the mess that I had made and I started
to turn to my desk to reach for my already soiled blouse when he
slapped my head with a glancing blow and repeated his command.

I looked up at him, not realizing at first what he meant. 

He grinned down at me and said, "What the hell do you think you
got a tongue for, you stupid cunt!"

I just stared at him in shock for a second. He started to draw
his hand back to slap my head again and I quickly leaned forward
and started licking his messy, smelly crotch. I gagged a few
times at first, but after a moment or two I guess I got used to
it. 

As I worked at his crotch with my tongue the boy with the camera
came closer and filmed it all in detail. I just ignored him,
anxious to get this over with and go home.

When he was satisfied that his crotch was clean enough he stood
back and pulled his pants back up and put his clothing back in
order. Jamal ordered me to get dressed and he and the security
guard stepped out of the room for a moment.

I picked up my filthy, smelly blouse and before I could put it on
Tyrell told me to use it to clean my cunt one last time. I looked
down at the small trail of cum leaking out of me and carefully
wiped it up. I put my sticky blouse on and reached for my skirt.
I was still pretty shaky and I almost fell over when I was trying
to step into it. I finally managed to pull it up and tuck my
blouse in and button the skirt. I rolled the waistband over
again, raising the hem to satisfy my audience. 

I stood there, waiting for someone to tell me what to do. The
smell of cum was nearly overpowering and my blouse stuck to me
uncomfortably in several places. A couple of the boys were
talking among themselves about something. I have trouble
understanding these kids when they talk among themselves. It's
like they almost speak English, but not quite.

Jamal finally came back in and walked over to me. He grinned and
said, "Damn girl! You stink!"

I wasn't thinking too clearly at the moment, but I still thought
of a couple of appropriate responses to that stupid remark. I
knew better though. I just waited for permission to leave. 

He looked me over one last time and said, "Okay, get your ass out
of here. You had to fuck the security guard so he wouldn't say
anything about our little after school parties, or about your car
being left late in the parking lot. I guess you will probably
have to fuck him once a week or so. But what the hell, it's just
pussy, right?"

I nodded. What else could I do?

He grinned and said, "Don't forget to shave tonight bitch. I want
to see that snatch as bald as a baby's when you come in tomorrow.
Now get out of here."

I went around my desk and pulled out the drawer where I kept my
purse and left quickly, before someone came up with some other
way to degrade me.

The guard unlocked the front door and leered at me as I brushed
past him. I shuddered as I stepped out of the building and was
finally free for another evening. I walked around the building to
the parking lot and saw that mine was the only car remaining the
lot. I wondered what Mr. Wigfall would think of that. 

I drove home quickly and then I sat in my car and waited while a
couple of men stood nearby and discussed football. I was dying to
take a shower, but I could not bring myself to get out and walk
by them smelling like I did, or looking this way. I just couldn't
do it.

They finally moved away and I got out and hurried inside and went
right to the bathroom. I dropped my two small articles of
clothing on the floor and as soon as the water was hot I climbed
into the shower and stood under the spray, as hot as I could
stand it. 

I had started crying as soon as I entered my small apartment.
Now, as I shampooed my hair I was crying harder and louder and as
I started soaping my abused body with bodywash I was nearly
hysterical. I leaned back against the shower wall and slid down
and sat on the floor, holding my face in my hands and sobbing
like a little girl. 

I finally got myself under control and I was just about to shut
the water off and step out when I remembered what I had to do. I
lathered up my pubic hair and using the razor that I normally use
for my underarms I tried shaving my hair off. I realized right
away that it wasn't that simple. I stepped out of the shower and
grabbed a pair of scissors and started cutting my pubic hair as
close as I dared. 

I had to hurry. I had already been in the shower too long and the
water was starting to get cool. I dropped the scissors on the
floor outside of the shower and soaped my pubic area up again and
this time I managed to shave it clean without too much trouble.
By the time I finished and rinsed off the water was cold and I
hurriedly dried off and put my robe on to warm up.

Despite everything that had happened to me this week, and
especially today, I was hungry for the first time since I started
working at that school. I had finally stopped crying and my mind
seemed to be functioning normally. I went out to my small kitchen
and took a frozen dinner out of the freezer and stuck it in the
microwave. 

As I waited for it to heat up I tried to remember the last time I
had eaten in a restaurant. It had been a long time. I didn't like
going out alone. I know. Nobody enjoys going out to a restaurant
alone. But I think it's even harder for a woman. It didn't matter
though. It would be several weeks before I got my first paycheck,
if I survived that long. It didn't help that I had never really
learned to cook much beyond hot dogs, hamburgers and macaroni and
cheese, your basic dorm food. So cold cuts and frozen dinners
were pretty much what I ate. 

I had to really watch my money until that first paycheck arrived.
But god, I would have loved to have been able to call up and
order a pizza!

I sat there, picking at my meal which smelled a lot better than
it tasted and I couldn't help thinking about the horrible,
unimaginable things that had happened to me today. I also
couldn't help thinking about how I had reacted, how many orgasms
I had had. 

It isn't the after school gangbang that I couldn't get out of my
mind though. Instead, I kept thinking about being undressed,
totally exposed to my entire class. I could close my eyes and see
myself naked during my first and last periods of the day. I could
see the looks on the faces of the students who, although they
were still not listening to me, they were certainly watching! 

I can remember as a girl, seeing a movie with strippers in it. I
had tried to imagine what it must be like to take off my clothes
in front of a room full of dirty old men. What I was doing now
was worse, much worse. The trouble that I could get into was
worse too. I couldn't even imagine what would happen to me if it
became known that I had undressed in front of two classrooms full
of students today and allowed students to run their hands over my
body at will. 

I thought about how much trouble I could get into, and I thought
about the odds of two entire class rooms full of teenagers
keeping that to themselves. I realized that there was no way that
this wasn't going to get out. Kids talk! I was dead. I might as
well start looking for a job as a real stripper.

I finished my dinner and washed the knife and fork and put them
away. I poured myself another mixed drink and went in and sat
down in front of the TV. I turned it on and looked down. My robe
had come open and my bald pussy was exposed. It looked so strange
without hair on it. I leaned forward and took a closer look. I
was surprised. It had only been a little more than two hours
since it happened, but I could see no sign that I had just been
gang raped in my classroom. 

My pussy wasn't red or swollen. It didn't hurt. It looked just
like it had this morning, except for the hair of course. I
gingerly stuck a finger inside and it felt entirely normal. I
realized that I had a new problem though. I wasn't too worried
about getting pregnant from all of that fucking this afternoon.
My period was due in less than a week. I was going to have to get
back on the pill though. 

I wondered what would happen when my period started. Would they
leave me alone for a week? I somehow doubted that was a
possibility. They were having too much fun humiliating me to stop
now. 

I kept trying to focus on the television and take my mind off of
the horrible things that were happening to me, but it just didn't
work. I didn't even know what was on. I just kept thinking about
standing in front of that sea of young black faces. As far as I
knew I was the only white person in that building. I could not
get their expressions out of my mind, the looks of amusement, the
cruel pleasure that they were taking from my torment. For some
reason it was the looks on the faces of the girls that disturbed
me most.

The boys were predictable. They were teenage boys and I was a
naked woman, a sex toy now. Of course the boys were excited about
that. The girls though, I would have expected them to be upset,
shocked, embarrassed to be in the room. I would have been if I
had seen something like that when I was their age. Hell, I would
have run out of a class when I was senior in college if I had
seen a woman undressing in the room!

Not these girls though. They seemed to enjoy my suffering just as
much as the boys did. I didn't understand that reaction. 

I gave up and turned off the TV and I was just about to go to my
bedroom when the phone rang. I was almost afraid to pick it up. I
was pretty sure that it was my mother though. She sometimes
called me when my father wasn't around and we talked for a few
minutes. She didn't like the rift that had developed and seemed
to keep growing between my father and me. Well, neither did I for
that matter. I hated it now more than ever. If it were not for
that deep chasm that existed between my father and me, I might
have been able to quit this horrible teaching job on Monday when
Jamal and his friends had first accosted me. 

I was trapped now though. I was digging the hole deeper every day
too. I thought about that movie camera that had recorded the
degrading things that I had done. I thought about standing in
front of my class and removing my clothes, apparently
voluntarily, and I knew that I couldn't do anything but what I
had done, surrender.

There had been several stories in the news lately about teachers
having sex with their students. What I had done was so much
worse. They would put me under the jail if it came out that I had
stripped in two of my classes and then fucked eight of my
students after school on my desk!

I spoke briefly with my mother. Our relationship was strained
too, but we stayed in touch. I assured her that I was doing fine
and didn't need anything. I was lying my ass off, but it was what
she wanted to hear.

We only talked for a few minutes and then I went to my bedroom
and got out my clothes for tomorrow. I set out one of my new
miniskirts and then looked through my tops. I selected a blouse
and this time I tried it on before I cut the buttons off. Even
though I realized that for me, modesty was a thing of the past, I
still found it difficult to contemplate leaving the house with my
skirt almost up to my ass and my breasts nearly exposed.

I left unbuttoned the buttons I would be forced to remove to get
an idea of how it would look. You would think that I would be
getting used to it by now. I wasn't. I leaned forward and rested
my hands on my dresser and saw how much of my cleavage was
exposed. Until forced by Jamal I had never gone out in public
like this. My bathing suit didn't even expose this much flesh!

I took the blouse off and carefully removed the buttons as
required. I hung it up on the door frame and pulled my covers
back and sat down on my bed. I had the t-shirt that I was going
to wear to bed sitting beside me, but I just sat there for a few
minutes, naked, and stared down at my pussy. It looked so naked
now, so totally exposed. I wondered how many people would see me
naked tomorrow. I was feeling humiliated already, just thinking
about it.

Instead of pulling my t-shirt on and getting comfortable and
trying to read I somehow, without really thinking about it, found
myself laying back and running my vibrator slowly over my breasts
and down my stomach. I had probably cum more than two dozen times
this afternoon while those eight boys and the security guard
fucked me on my desk. Now it was all that I could think about,
that and undressing in front of thirty-five teenagers. Yet
instead of being horrified, or maybe despite being horrified,
here I was, masturbating as I thought about it! I really didn't
want to do this. My conscious mind didn't anyway. I knew I
couldn't stop it though.

I closed my eyes and pictured myself undressing and standing
naked, lecturing my class straight out of my lesson plan, just as
if I were fully dressed. I felt the lust in their faces wash over
me. Every boy in those two classes wanted to fuck me. They looked
at my naked breasts and my exposed pussy and my ass and wanted to
touch me and they wanted to get on top of me and put their cocks
in me and fill me with cum. Later, after the last class of the
day, eight of them did just that. I didn't run, I didn't scream,
I didn't fight, I surrendered.

Now I was surrendering again. I was teasing my body with my
vibrator and giving myself one incredible orgasm after another as
I pictured the unimaginable things that I had done, or had done
to me today. I knew that when I was finished I would be shocked
by what I was doing. My conscience would be very upset with me.
For the moment though, I was seeing what those kids saw today and
imagining what they thought as they looked at me, naked in front
of my own classroom, and I was getting off on it. 

I have no idea how many times I reached orgasm before I finally
shut off my vibrator and lay there on my bed, sweating and
panting like a bitch in heat. It was still early, but I fell
asleep right away. I didn't rinse off my vibrator, I didn't put
on my t-shirt, I didn't lay there feeling guilty and worrying
about tomorrow. I just went to sleep.

I must have been sleep deprived for quite a while. The alarm had
been going off for quite a few minutes when I finally heard it
and reached over and shut it off. I had a terrible time waking
up. I felt like I had been drugged. I sat up finally and just sat
on the edge of my bed, waiting for my brain to wake up and fully
engage.

I finally decided that the only way to wake up would be to take a
shower. I took a quick shower and that helped a lot. I dried off
and went back into the bedroom and put on my altered blouse and
buttoned the few remaining buttons. I stepped into my skirt and
fastened it and rolled the waistband up a couple of times. This
one seemed a little shorter that the two I had worn already, but
it may have just been my impression. I looked in the mirror and
it looked about the same, too short, but the length required by
Jamal.

I had my coffee pot on a timer, but coffee was a luxury right now
so I had not been setting it up before I went to bed. I had a
little left and I could really use some today, but I didn't
really have time to mess with it. 

I was really dragging this morning. But I just had to get through
one more day and then I could spend most of the weekend resting
and recuperating from the trials of my new job as
teacher/stripper/prostitute.

I drove to school and parked my car. For a change, Jamal wasn't
waiting for me when I got out. I threaded my way through the
crowd of students waiting for the doors to open. Several times as
I worked my way through the crowd I felt hands cup the cheeks of
my ass, but I just ignored them and kept walking. 

The security guard let me in, but not without a leer and a nasty
remark. I just ignored him too and went to the office for my
attendance sheets. As usual there were several other teachers in
the office when I went in. I had yet to see another white person
in the building. Not a student, not a teacher. I was apparently
the only one.

I nodded at the other teachers but they just stared at me. Not
one person in this school, except for the principal, had made any
effort to make me feel welcome. Well, unless you count Jamal, and
I don't think you can really count being molested and raped as
being welcomed.

I went back to my classroom and put my purse away and got ready
for my first class. It is a little more difficult to get ready
when you aren't in charge. I kept staring at my blue panties,
still spread out on my desk from Wednesday. I was tempted to put
them in a drawer, but I was afraid of what Jamal might say, or
do, if they were not there when he came in.

It was time for the bell and I stood waiting for the kids to come
in and take their seats. I didn't even hope that Jamal would
leave me alone to teach the class. I knew it wouldn't happen. It
was just a matter of what he had come up with to torment me
today. 

I started blushing as soon as the kids started coming in. They
were smiling and making rude remarks as they came past. Many of
the boys groped me openly as they filed into the room. Jamal was
the last one to enter. There was nothing unusual about that, but
when I saw him I felt myself turn even darker red. 

Jamal didn't take his seat immediately. He stood behind me, and
pressed his body to mine. He reached around and held my breasts
as the entire class looked on. He rubbed his cock against me for
a moment and then he asked, "Are you ready for another exciting
day Alice?"

I shook my head and in a pleading voice I said, "Please stop
this. Please leave me alone."

He leaned forward and stuck his tongue in my ear and then he
asked, "Did you do what I told you to do last night?"

I nodded.

He kissed my neck a couple of time and then he said, "I can't
wait to see it. I bet you are going to be much cooler today
without all of that nasty old hair on your pussy."

I heard the kids in the front rows, the ones that were close
enough to hear him, laughing at me. 

Jamal turned and nodded to the boy sitting on the end of the row
of seats closest to the door and he got up and closed the door
and locked it. 

As soon as the boy sat back down Jamal said, "Okay Alice. We
might as well get this over with. Then you can get on with your
lesson for today. I'm going to take my seat now. I don't want to
miss anything. As soon as I sit down I want you to go ahead and
undress and then you can go to work."

He took his hands from my breasts and after patting my ass he
walked casually to his seat and sat down and slouched down in his
chair and waited.

It didn't get any easier. I had already been naked in front of
these kids, more than once. It was just as hard to undress this
time.

I pulled my blouse out of my skirt and unbuttoned it and slipped
it off. The catcalls were getting pretty loud and Jamal had to
tell the kids to shut up. I unrolled the waistband of the skirt
and unbuttoned it. I struggled with the zipper for a moment and
then I slid it down my legs and stepped out of it. 

The kids got loud again when they saw my shaved pussy and Jamal
had to shut them up again.

I tossed my skirt on my desk and was trying to remember what I
was supposed to be teaching this morning, not that it mattered.
Before I could start though, Jamal said, "Alice, the kids are
pretty curious and can't really concentrate. Maybe you should
start over there on the end and go up and down the aisles and let
them all get a good look at your shaved pussy. They don't get to
see something like that every day."

I stared at him for a few seconds. I was sure that I couldn't do
that. I hardly had the strength to stand here! I saw his
expression begin to change when I didn't move immediately and I
moaned, "Oh god, I can't stand this!" But I somehow found the
strength to walk over to the first desk in the first row and let
the boy sitting there have a close look at my shaved pussy.

I started to walk slowly down the aisle but the boy stopped me
and said, "Hold on Alice! I want to see that thing!"

I came to a stop and he reached out and forced my legs a little
further apart and moved his hands lightly over my pubic area. I
shivered at his touch and the boy in the next seat laughed and
said, "Look at that! The bitch is getting off on it!"

The first boy finally took his hand away and I moved to the
second boy. I came to a stop and