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 over joyed 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 trouble makers, they could turn a whole class into anarchy. She'd seen many a teacher, especially the young ones, lose control of an entire class room full of students largely because of a couple of trouble makers. As she was getting the two trouble makers 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 boys 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 dove tail 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, she was rarely consumed by the fires that appeared to consume her husband. 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 class room 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 now. 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 grader's lunch period there was quite a commotion in the school yard. 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. Her way was blocked by two large eighth graders and she was straining on her tip toes, 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 dispersing. 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 a 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 school yard 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" poll too. Did you like the feel of my hand on your pussy ? 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 didn't know ? 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 her's. She shivered with 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 the 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 most 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, she fell back on to the couch.

Elliot was no where 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 in 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 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 real juicy." 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 were stroking their dicks as their friends were 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 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 man. 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 cock 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 it's 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 jack hammer 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 they fucked 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.

The End