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The Teacher's First Day Back - Chapter 4

by

Arc Light


	Monday morning came early.  Jerome and his father,
"Daddy" had left around two in the morning.  Each had shared
my husband's bed with me and each had deposited a volumous
load of black sperm deep in my womb before they showered
and left.  Naturally, neither had used a condom and kept
referring to the black baby that they had lodged deep in my
belly.

	As I showered and dressed I kept remembering my
"orders" on how Jerome expected me to look at school.  I was
no longer permitted to wear low shoes; nor long skirts.  Jerome
told me that unless he could place his huge hand between the
hem of my skirt and the top of my knee he would be forced to
give me another caning at school.  I could not tell if he was
serious but I did not take any chances.  Although I had very little
sleep from my first black breeding on Friday night through
Sunday night I managed to pull my tired body and sore pussy up
an hour earlier then normal so that I could adjust the hem on my
skirt.  As I raised the hem on the skirt I made extra sure that I
had complied with his measurement standard.

	As I pulled the long black hose over my firm tanned legs
I made a mental note of his dictate on my lingerie; or really the
lack of the items that I would need to put on.  I was not
permitted to wear panties or bra (because my breasts were too
small to require one).  I clasped the top of the shimmering black
hose to the garter clasp and sighed.  I did not look forward to
facing either Jerome; the other students or especially the
assistant principal.  I remember the look on the assistant
principal's face as he unlocked the door to my classroom
immediately after I surrendered my panties to Jerome.  He
looked at my cum stained skirt and blouse and I am sure that he
comprehended what had happened.

	My husband Jim was still asleep on the sofa as I exited
the front door.  Although I had been sexually used nearly a
dozen times over the week-end it was my husband Jim that was
the spouse suffering from abuse.  Both Jerome and his father
had ridiculed and shamed my husband throughout the week-
end.  They repeatedly asked how a man could allow two black
studs; one a "mere" boy of fourteen to fill his wife's  body with
black seed; never asking (begging) that they use condoms.  My
husband was then forced (?); to tongue suck my swollen and
battered love hole until the jism was completely removed. 
Although this further humiliation should have shamed him even
more I watched as his small cock was always dripping his cum
as he serviced my sore body.

	As I timidly walked down the long hallway the sound of
my three inch spiked heels snapped on the hard tile flooring.  I
was conscious of the male heads whipping to catch a glimpse of
me as I swiftly walked down the hall.  I felt my small breasts
sway with each step and I am sure the sight of my firm legs now
on display in my short black skirt caught their attention.  When I
finally arrived at my room I closed the door and stood nearly out
of breath.  The show that I had performed had caused my sore
little pussy to become sloppy with my creme.  I had never
before felt such exhilaration from teasing the students and staff of
this upper middle class Junior High School.  Although most of
the students (with the exception of Jerome) were merely boys
their hormones were now running at full speed.

	Fortunately, the first four classes went by without any
difficulty.  Although most of my students were behaved and did
not cause me any distractions.  I could tell from the looks on
their rosy cheeks (and bulging crotches) that they liked the
"New Mrs. Jones" Jr. High Math Teacher.

	During the last class of the day I kept noticing that Sasha
Cantral was smiling at me.  The smile and the implications made
me very uneasy.  Sasha was the fifteen year old girl friend of
Jerome.  Although she should have been in high school her
parents had taken her out of school the previous year to travel
with them around the world.  In addition to being obscenely
wealthy Sasha should have been a model for the top agency in
New York.  She had a long lean lithe body; perfect 34B
breasts; tight waist and long, long legs.  She was a black girl; or
should I say partially black girl.  Her biological  father was
obviously Black but her mother was another beautiful long
legged blonde knockout.  Her white parents, both extremely
wealthy, had many rumors circulated about their open and
unabetted swinging lifestyle.  Her mother, only thirty eight years
old is seen constantly in the prescence of muscular black body
builders.

	Sasha, was her usual fashion show piece, this Monday
afternoon.  She had a long sleeved silk blouse; black leather vest
and mini skirt and knee high black leather boots covering her
firm calves.  Although I hoped it was only my imagination Sasha
seemed to enjoy slowly spreading her long booted legs and
"flashing" me during the long, rather boring class period.. 
Although I always immediately looked away she continued to
show her devious smile whenever I glanced her way.  By the
end of the class period I was noticeably shaken by her
continued wantonness.

	To my great relief the last bell of the day screamed
throughout the school halls and the vast majority of the students
bolted for the door ignoring my shouted homework assignments
for the following day.  One of my smartest students; a near
genius; stopped by my desk.  His name was Rupert and he was
small, wore thick glasses and was considered a "geek" by his
classmates.

	Rupert started to ask me about one of the problems that
he was having trouble with when the large metal door to my
class slammed shut with a crash.  The sudden crash caused both
of us to look towards the door.  Standing with her long legs
wide apart was Sasha with an evil grin on her face.

	"Did you notice what I was showing you during class
Mrs. Jones ?" she sneered angrily.

	Caught by surprise I merely shook my head puzzled by
the question.  Poor Rupert stood my side even more lost than
was I.  He seemed frightened by the forceful mannerisms of the
black beauty.

	"Maybe then I should show you again.....It may refresh
your memory, Mrs. Jones ?" Sasha continued.

	I stood silently in a trance at the question and also at the
tone coming from Sasha.  My eyes quickly focused on the black
leather hem of her mini skirt as she slowly pulled the skirt to her
waist.  My nipples hardened against the fabric of my blouse as I
watched the sexy young girl expose herself to me and to my
poor student.  I am confident that Rupert was never privileged
to such a display in his young sheltered life; or at least by such a
vixen as Sasha Cantral.

	As the leather skirt was pulled up further I finally seen
the object of her mockery.  As her young tight thighs crept into
view the bottom of her panties........black lace panties became
visible.  The crotch of the panties were pulled tight separating
Sasha's budding pussy mound.  At the moment that the top of
the panties and Sasha's tight rippled lower stomach came into
view poor Rupert dropped his books to the floor temporarily
distracting me from the self styled strip show being put on by the
half black beauty standing by the door.

	Sasha laughed at the bug eyed; drooling little boy.  His
pants showed his pleasure but even his manhood was something
that he would be ridiculed in his later years.

	"Do you recognize anything now TEACH," she
arrogantly asked.

	Embarrassed, my eyes downcast I meekly responded,
"Yes.....I..." my voice faded.

	"I normally don't wear panties Mrs. Jones....But today
after lunch Jerome fucked me in the back seat of your car.  He
deposited such a load of spunk that I needed something to keep
if from leaking from my little pussy.  You know how Jerome
stretches pussy don't you Mary ?" Sasha continued her
questioning.

	I started to answer but my attention was focused on
poor little Rupert.  This confrontation was going to be at my
expense and I didn't want one of my prize students witnessing
my humiliation.  "May Rupert please leave.  Then you and I can
have a more rationale conversation," I meekly begged.


	Sasha's harsh laugh ended my dream of this horrible
situation continuing in a rationale dialog.  "Does the little man
want to go," Sasha smiled at poor Rupert.

	Although the boy was fourteen he had no intention of 
leaving the room that he could only dream about.  He couldn't
speak so he merely shook his head.

	"Well TEACH !!!  It doesn't look as if Rupert wants to
leave us.  I think the little geek likes looking at my .....oh excuse
me; at YOUR black panties.  I bet he would even enjoy looking
at what the little panties are covering....Don't you Mrs. Jones ?"
Sasha continued her ridiculing domination.

	My nipples ached because of their hardness.  My sore
and swollen pussy lips were starting to moisten at the domination
of the beautiful Sasha.  I wanted to run out the door....the door
that she had slammed and was guarding albeit with her leather
skirt pulled to her waist.  The last four days were more than I
could endure.......The sexual submissiveness that I had bowed
down to was totally consuming my ability to reason.

	I could not understand why such a wanton display by
the beautiful black girl covered in black leather had so excited
me.  My eyes fell to the floor and then traveled along her long
legs, over the knee high leather boots to the vortex of  her sex. 
Her perfect body was summoning me to worship her perfect
body.  I did not get long to explore the few possibilities that I
could extract myself from this sexually charged classroom.  The
only hope (?) was that the janitor would be making his rounds. 
However that hope was soon swept from my mind..........  I
could not afford another adult to find me alone in the classroom
with two students...One displaying her beautiful body and the
other drooling from the undescrible pleasure that he was
experiencing.  I glanced down his short squat body and seen his
little penis bouncing uncontrollably up and down; without him
even touching it.

	"I'm done with your panties Mary...... All you have to
do is come and get them....."Sasha smiled.

	I hesitated.... Maybe....Somehow I could extract myself
from the coming nightmare...Somehow; Someway ?

	I didn't get the time necessary to allow this possibility to
bear fruit.

	"Come and get your panties, Mrs. Jones.   You come
now and I won't have to spank your little pussy.  Jerome told
me that he had to spank your white ass to get you to suck him
last Friday...I won't have to spank you will I Mrs. Jones ?"
Sasha asked.

	I should have been strong.  I should have acted like the
thirty five year old teacher that I was.  But......the only words
softly spoken were, "You won't have to spank me....."

	I took the first step when the harsh stare cut through my
bewildered body.  "You Crawl to me.....I want you to
crawl....and then you can have your little black panties
Teacher..." Sasha's dominating voice commanded.

	For some reason I looked back to Rupert whose tongue
was now hanging out.  He was panting and his little manhood
continued to bounce up and down in his loose fitting dockers.

	I dropped to my knees on the dirty wooden floor.  I
realized that the ten feet to the door would shred the shimmering
black hose that I so carefully smoothed over my tight firm legs
this morning.  This morning seemed so long ago.  I slowly but
deliberately crawled on my hands and knees to the mocking
black beauty so close....but so far.

	The time stood still but I finally reached the point where
the pointed boot toes were directly in front of my downcast
face.  I slightly raised on my knees and started to reach the waist
of the panties when I felt my hand harshly slapped.  "Use your
mouth and teeth to pull them down...." Sasha commanded.

	The further indignation caused my already sloppy pussy
chamber to become even wetter.  I could hardly comprehend
my arousal, but one thing was cocksure, my pussy was full of
my woman creme and my nipples were rigid against my blouse.

	Closing my eyes I moved my face towards the point
where I estimated the waist band of the black panties were.  I
felt Sasha's warm skin on my lips as I explored for the elastic
strip.  I felt Sasha shiver as I extended my tongue in order to
allow my lips to gain leverage on the tight panties.  It took
several attempts to secure a firm grip on the panties.......and it
was awkward trying to dislodge the panties.  I struggled and
finally drug the soaked black lace panties down several inches
but they were binding on her firm ass cheeks.  Loosing ground
when I allowed my lips to surrender the waist band I crawled
behind the gently laughing young girl.  Sasha held the hem of the
leather mini skirt while I engineered three or four inches
downward pull on her hot ass cheeks.  I had to maneuver four
times in order to drag the panties to her upper thighs.  I was
thankful that when I had achieved that small victory I was able
to pull the black panties over the tops of her knee high boots
and down to her ankles.  She graciously raised her feet to allow
me to pull the panties off the black leather boots.

	After finally completing the arduous task I was kneeling
on my shredded hose with the panties in my mouth looking up at
her smiling face.  

	"Very good.....  I like a teacher that follows
instructions," she mocked.

	"Even better I like a teacher that will kiss my ass.......And
you are the teacher that I've selected.  I want you to crawl
around behind me and I want to feel your dainty little tongue
deep in my little wrinkled hole....Make it feel good......" Sasha
purred.

	I let the black panties fall from my lips..  Looking up into
her dark eyes I slowly shook my head.  I was not expecting the
sharp slap to the side of my face.  It felt as if my face was on
fire....when I recovered from the first slap the left side of my
face was rewarded with the same harsh and cruel therapy.

	"YOU....DO NOT TELL ME WHAT YOU ARE
NOT GOING TO DO......YOU WILL KISS MY ASS OR
YOU WILL BE GOING DIRECTLY TO COUNTY LOCK
UP YOU PERVERTED SLUT!" screamed the black teenage
domintrix standing over my now trembling frame.

	My mind raced.......but there were no answers only
further humiliation.  I crawled on my shredded stockings behind
the screaming bitch.  She parted her legs and allowed me
greater access to her tight black ass.  I leaned forward and
pushed my tongue through my lips.  My face still burned horribly
but I found Sasha's hot center.  It had a dew like moisture that I
quickly sucked into my mouth.  I gently probed at first and then
forcefully tried to stick my tongue deep into her inner being.  She
stepped forward and I had to grip her lithe young thighs as I
continued my work on her now spread anus.  I felt her tense as
my tongue burrowed it's way deep into her bowels.  I pleasured
the black leather coated domintrix as she ground her ass against
my face.  

	The beautiful black teen age girl continued shuddering as
I slaved at providing her pleasure.....deep in her asshole.  I felt
the leather mini skirt fall around my face and then I felt  her
delicate hands reach behind her and grab my ears as she bent
her knees and pulled my face forward. I could not catch my
breath as my entire face was buried between her twitching twin
moons.  I felt her tense as her orgasm exploded.  I felt moisture
in my mouth but I could not determine where it came from.  She
held my face captive for several minutes before she collapsed  to
her knees in front of me.  I fell back on my buttocks and
grasped for air.  Neither of us spoke for nearly five minutes and
I finally looked up and seen her smiling face....her beautiful
smiling face.   

	I then looked beyond her seated frame to the front of
my desk.  Poor Rupert was slumped down in the front with his
eyes bugged out; a shocked look on his face and a dark wet
spot on the front of his dockers.  He was nearly prone...only his
head held him against the desk.

	All sound had been erased during my forced anal
tonguing of my dominating black vixen.  My ears now focused
on the clinking of wheels down the hall way.  The janitor was
finally making his rounds....he would be here in another ten
minutes of so...

	When I again looked at Sasha she had her right index
finger motioning me forward.  "Jerome left his load in my
pussy....I want you to clean it out......"


	My eyes dropped to her tight pussy chamber.  The
outsides of her lips were a light colored brown but she had
spread the lips so that the bright pink core was now winking at
me.  The chamber where Jerome had left his seed was now
dripping down to coat her asshole......where my tongue had
been only minutes ago.

	Nervously I twisted back to the unlocked door...."The
janitor will be here shortly.  We don't have time...Please.....Oh
God..Please....Not Again...." I pleaded.
	
	"You suck Jerome's Black Seed from my pussy or I'll
make you suck off the Janitor when he comes in.  He's Black
too you know," Sasha continued mocking my untenable
situation.

	I had no time to waste......Sasha raised herself to a
wooden chair and I crawled to her feet once again.  She
gracefully pulled her leather skirt up once again to allow me
access to her leaking pussy hole.  My tongue dove for the moist
center and was rewarded by an ample supply of my black
lover's runny white sperm.  I lapped at Sasha's hole trying to
suck the precious fluid deep into my stomach......

	"Finger yourself while you suck me.  Rupert wants to
see what a pussy looks like on an older woman," Sasha
ordered.

	With my face buried in Sasha's wet hole I nearly forgot
about Rupert sprawled in his dazed position by my desk a
dozen yards away.  I hurriedly pulled my own skirt up to the
point where I could rub my throbbing lower lips.  The pleasure
felt good and my fingers were quickly lubricated.  As I tasted
my lover's spunk coat my throat my fingers quickly found my
slit.......The little orb that was becoming hard at my pussy's
opening twitched violently every time my finger grazed it's little
hood.  

	"Suck me you demented slut," screamed my
tormentor......my mistress.......my black bitch.....

	Sasha did not need to command what my tongue was
willingly accomplishing.  My tongue paid homage to her tight
little slit...the slit containing my black lover's five hour old sperm. 
The salty taste of his sperm and the generous discharge from the
writhing black bitch in the chair over me ignited my own delayed
arousal.  With each mouthful of  slimy sex fluid my own clit
begged for release.  

	Sasha's powerful little hands again gripped my painfully
twisted ears and pulled my deep into her chamber.  I felt her
leather boots encircle my shoulders and pull me forward even
deeper into her steaming lurching cunt.  With each tongue stroke
I felt her strong boot covered legs pull me forward another
fraction of an inch until I could be pulled no further.  My frantic
hand was becoming nearly numb as I frantically stroked my own
chute...hoping...begging for release.

	My tired and aroused body was the first to explode.  As
my orgasm enveloped me I screamed into the pussy that I had
been commanded to suck clean.  I felt my teeth grip her little
throbbing clit and her powerful legs pounded my shoulders and
hips as they attempted to draw me closer to her climax.  My
teeth bit into her super sensitive tissue as her legs continued to
batter my bruised body.  

	As my climax continued I felt another
sensation....Another body next to mine.  Rupert, with his pants
around his ankles had crawled over and was hunching my thighs
like a little puppy dog......  His virgin little penis emptied it's
white syrup on my leg after the third or fourth stroke and he
shyly crawled off to sit by the door.  His watery spunk slid
down the outside of my shimmering black hose.  The warm
wetness felt good and I coated my fingers with the slimy virgin
cum.

	Sasha had opened her eyes long enough to observe the
little eunuch blow his pitiful little load.  The site of pure
innocence plunged Sasha over the threshold.  Her body
shuddered and I refused to release my hold on her tender and
now abused little clitoris.  As her body jerked from side to side I
reattached my teeth to the tender little nubbin and held on for
dear life.  She begged me to release her clit......Tears streamed
from her eyes as she continued to climax continuously.  As each
volcano exploded in her tight leather covered body I twisted the
little orb and another climax emerged.  I was getting my revenge
for her domination but my revenge was giving her a greater
reward than she had ever experienced.  

	At long last, totally exhausted, Sasha collapsed and fell
from the hard wooden chair.  As she fell I showed mercy and
released my teeth from her now swollen and distended little clit. 
She sprawled on the hard wooden floor on her back with her
legs obscenely spread and her breath coming with enormous
exertions.

	Sound again returned to my brain and I could tell that
the janitor was merely one door down.  Hurriedly I crawled to
the door and turned the metal lock the instant before he bumped
into the metal structure.  From my sitting position directly in front
of the door I could see his angry black face through the oblique
rippled glass.  He lunged against the door and when it failed to
open cursed and went down the hall slamming his cart against
the already abused walls.

	As I regained my breath I looked over and watched
Sasha breathing heavily......trying to allow her sleek body the joy
of regaining equilibrium.  The beautiful body captured my full
attention...the knee high boots covering the widely spread
perfect legs...the black leather mini skirt twisted above her
waist.... the black leather vest nearly ripped open..showing her
heaving pointed breasts...

	Her curly black pussy hair was coated with her
creme.....Sasha moved her hands to her ravished little clit and
gasped aloud as she gently caressed the abused woman organ.
	
	With my senses returning I slowly stood up and looked
out the opaque window in my door.  I twisted the lock again
and started to open the door when Sasha again spoke, "Before
you leave.....Put your panties on.  Jerome will ask you about
them when he breeds you tonight..."

	I avoided eye contact as I reached down and picked up
the damp panties.  As I separated the legs my eyes locked on to
the large stain in the crotch.  "Was the stain mine or .........was
the stain Sasha's noon time reward from my Black Lover.?"

	I pulled the panties tightly against my fragile
womanhood.  The creme that was still embedded in the crotch
of the panties coated my outer lips.  

	As I departed I noticed poor Rupert.  This late
afternoon question to his Math Teacher would provide him wet
dreams for the rest of his life.  He looked distraught....no doubt
at his little puppy dog performance.  Looking down I tried to
soothe the boy genius... "Your time will come Rupert...Don't
rush....."

	As I started to close the door on Sasha and Rupert
Sasha had one last parting comment, "Jerome and Daddy plan
to visit you tonight.  Make sure that you clean yourself............"

	I slowly walked down the long hallway.  Looking down
to my black hose I smiled at the runs in the delicate lingerie. 
"Poor Jim," I thought.  "I know he would not believe who took
my body this afternoon......"

	As I drove home I was tense.......If Jerome and
"Daddy" bred me again tonight would I be able to escape this
never ending cycle of Black Lust ?  Or would I want  to?

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