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