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    Sunday, August 31, 2008

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    Teacher Part 1


    by Arc Light
    Let me take a brief moment to introduce myself..... and tell you of my shame. My name is Mrs. Barbara Jones. I am 35 years old; married to a rather submissive man named Jim and teach Jr. High math. I also serve as the department head. I do not have what is considered a knock out body but I can turn a man's head when I dress to please. I weigh 119 pounds; my measurements are 34B-23-34; spread over five feet six inches. I have light brown hair and I wear it in a semi- page boy type hairdo which nearly reaches the nape of my neck. My best assets are two long legs which I like to show; and a tight muscled ass; and I enjoy teasing the weaker sex.... or so I thought.

    Jim and I were married after college. I started teaching Jr. High math and Jim started with a Big Six accounting firm. The school in which I started was in a changing neighborhood. When I started it was a lower middle class white neighborhood; it is now about 20% black and the neighborhood is much rougher.

    I am not certain how to explain how my seduction occurred. I have always been a rather meek teacher. Because of my timid disposition many of the male students saw this as an opportunity to take advantage of me. While I was never subjected to any physical abuse there was more than one occasion where they ignored my commands; and mocked my attempts at bringing order to a chaotic classroom.

    And then............ It was a bright fall day. My husband Jim, who I am sure loves me, started having more and more instances of premature ejaculation. Week after week and then month after month I was left behind. Jim, with his woefully inadequate little manhood tried to satisfy me but failed.... and failed and failed. I was becoming extremely frustrated and the sexual tension in my tight body was reaching the breaking point. After another failed lovemaking session with my husband the night before I dressed to feel like a sexy woman under my usual drab outerwear. It was totally out of character for me. I carefully smoothed the sheer beige covered nylons before attaching them to the garter clasps. Pulling on a pair of white lace panties I looked at my still firm and desirable figure in the full length mirror. My useless husband had already departed and I stared at my still desirable body. Yes, I thought, today I was going to tease one of the bored and lifeless teachers at my school unmercifully.

    Although my breasts are small they are tight and firm. A rock hard nipple adorns each of the mouth size perfect breasts. Although probably not needed I slipped on a matching white lace half bra. I then searched my closet and picked out a dark blue skirt that ended just above my knees. A lacy white (to tight) blouse completed the ensemble. I pulled on the blue blazer as I stepped into my usual heelless drab shoes. "This day was going to be special," I thought as I headed for the door. Little did I know how special.

    Although sexually tense from the pathetic performance of my underendowed husband the night before, the first three periods had flown by. As the fourth period started the assistant high school principal appeared at the door with an arrogant looking black student. The fourteen year old student looked like he belonged in high school; not the eighth grade. As he stood in the door way he had a sneer on his young mouth and his eyes traveled up and down my body. I visibly squirmed at his insolent stare. My legs felt weak as I approached the two waiting males.

    "Mrs. Jones, this is Jerome Washington. He has transferred from his previous school and is being placed in our care. Although he has extremely high test scores in both math and science he has a total disrespect for his teachers. DO not put up with any back talk from this young man...." came the stern order.

    Taking my cue from the assistant principal I briefly turned to the new student and pointed to a seat in the first row. "Sit in the front row. I do not expect any trouble from you," I sternly ordered. Although I used my harshest tone I am sure that he heard my voice quiver. As the last words left my red coated lips I felt the stern glare from his brooding eyes as they burned deep into my brain.

    The assistant principal turned and disappeared in the well lighted hall. As I turned I felt my already wobbly legs turn to rubber. I made it to my desk and sat on the edge. Avoiding Jerome's eyes I continued my lecture on multiple equations. Although this was my worst class it was not for the most part disruptive. As I struggled my eyes finally found there way to the front seat of the first row. Jerome was slouched in his seat and was rubbing the front of his tight jeans............... ..........rubbing an obvious oversize bulge. My train of thought was lost.... and my mouth agape. I struggled to regain my composure but could see that all the students were delighted at my indecision.

    Mercifully the bell rang and a low roar erupted from the classroom. Most of the students were headed towards the door when I yelled out their homework assignments for the following Monday. As the last student casually walked out of the classroom I turned and nearly walked into the arrogant new black student. My emerald eyes and his dark eyes met and I quickly dropped my gaze to the floor. With an indifferent attitude he brushed against my tense body and shuffled to the door. When he reached the door he pulled it shut and ............ twisted the inside lock. The metallic mechanism slammed shut and seemed to echo throughout the room.

    When he turned his face was covered with a scornful scowl. "I didn't want us to be interrupted. It will take us a few moments for you to understand what I expect of you."

    I am sure that he could see me start to tremble. I looked towards the door but knew that I had no hope of reaching it as he was standing directly in the way.

    I slowly backed up until I was against the window seal. He slowly walked towards me. He was only fourteen; but he was taller than me. My eyes inventoried the hard body as he approached. His steps seemed as they were in slow motion. At long last he was standing directly in front of me; his hard brown eyes burning into me. He casually reached out and his callused hand caressed my cheek. I grabbed his large hand with my petite hand but he continued to gently rub my cheek. His index finger touched my lips and rubbed my bright red lip gloss into his finger. My eyes locked onto my tormentor's....... he could sense my fear and apprehension.

    His finger became insistent; he wanted to insert the substitute cock into my mouth. Staring into his forbidding eyes I tried to shake my head. The sneer reappeared and as a tear dripped on my cheek the finger was inserted into my warm oral chamber. "Suck my finger....It will not stretch your mouth," Jerome ordered.

    My tongue found the ridges of his finger and as I looked into his face I could see his mocking smirk. He had won; and won rather easily the first test of strength. I felt my nipples tingle and then harden. My feminine dew was coating my lace panties. As I sucked on his finger he ridiculed me more, "You suck good teach. I be giving you something else to suck on if you're a good little bitch".

    I cowered against the hard window seal. I was totally frightened............but my panties were becoming soaked.

    I'm sure he heard me whimper as I felt his left hand drop to my chest. His fingers searched for my nipple. When he found the nipple he increased the pressure between his thumb and forefinger. My nipple hardened and the pressure increased.. He wanted me to feel the pain...He wanted me to acknowledge his domination. Another set of tears ran from my eyes. Here I was; a thirty five year old teacher; shoved against the wall with a fourteen year old black student savagely twisting my right nipple while forcing me to suck his right index finger.

    The smirk widened as he spoke, "Unbutton your blouse you little slut".

    I tried to shake my head no but with his finger in my mouth I couldn't shake my head.

    The fingers tightened around my blood engorged nipple. My eyes continued to tear.

    "No, Please......." I managed to mutter.

    "Unbutton the blouse bitch......" came the quick reply.

    The fear and dread were consuming me. I prayed for someone to come to the door..... but even if they did they would think that I had merely went to the cafeteria.

    My rock hard nipple was being cruelly twisted between Jerome's hard fingers. My eyes begged him to stop the torment but his fingers continued to tighten around my savaged nipple. His finger dueled with my tongue and his eyes.................mocked me for my weakness.

    "I guess that you will have to be punished for disobeying me. You will come to learn that when I give you an order your only response is complete and instant submission," he calmly stated.

    He dislodged his finger and grabbed me by the nape of my neck and pushed down so that I was bent at the waist. He then walked me the few steps over the edge of my desk.

    I could only manage a weak, "Please..." before he brushed the books and paper onto the floor and pushed me face down on the hard surface. The edge of the desk caught me about waist high.

    Jerome then walked to the chalkboard in back of the desk. I should have tried to run for the door but I was petrified with fear. The tears were still running down my face and falling on the hard desktop. I avoided looking at the black youth as he walked back around the desk. He was directly behind me and I was noticeably trembling with dread.

    "I expect you to obey me. You have displeased me. Do you have anything you wish to say ?" he questioned.

    Although, on hindsight, I am sure I should have taken control of the rapidly deteriorating situation. I was a thirty five year old teacher that allowed a fourteen year old black youth to fondle me; insert his vile finger into my mouth and drape me over my own desk as if I was an old worn out coat.

    Unfortunately........ the facts were that I was trembling in total submission. I was never a strong person......I was always afraid.... of my father; of my husband.... of the Principal.... and now......Totally Terrified of a fourteen year old muscular black boy.

    So.....when he asked if I had anything to say I meekly sobbed, "I'm sorry.."

    His cutting laugh tore throughout my soul. He was mocking me. His laughter was ridiculing me.

    "Lift the hem of your skirt. It's time for your spanking, " he brusquely ordered.

    "No... My God NO!" I nearly screamed.

    The first stroke from the hard yardstick burned through my dark blue skirt to my tender asscheeks. The second stroke concentrated on only the left cheek. The next several landed at random and set my ass on fire. What had previously been only a few isolated tears became a torrent. I gripped the edge of the desk with my hands knowing out of instinct to not protect my now reddened and painful ass.

    Mercifully the spanking stopped. I waited several minutes as I heard his heavy breathing behind me.

    "Lift the hem of your skirt Teach. I am not through with you yet. I suggest you do not make me angry or you will regret it..." came the follow up command.

    I tried to conceive the words that would allow me to escape this terrible nightmare.

    No words formed and I felt my hands leave the side of the desk and make their torturous journey to the hem of my blue skirt. Sobbing I grasped the bottom hem and slowly pulled the skirt up and over my bruised and burning behind. Only at this instance had I remembered that my burning ass was covered by the white lace panties I had put on only a few short hours ago. My humiliation grew deeper. Maybe it was good that I was face down on the desk. At least Jerome Washington could not see my blushing crimson face.

    It took my tormentor several minutes.... I am sure he was merely taking in what must have been a delightful vision. My redden asscheeks covered by my white lace panties with my firm upper thighs stretched across the desk; all at High Noon at Madison Jr. High School.

    His first touch was a gentle caress as his fingertips slowly slid across the tight panties. My cheeks were burning but the cool touch soothed the tender skin. The fingers slowly...so slowly dropped. I nearly fainted when Jerome's index finger outlined the legs of my panties. At first it was only the tip that snuck under the edge. He removed the exploring finger and I felt the heat return to my face.

    "Spread yourself for me Mrs. Jones..."

    Still sobbing I timidly muttered, "Please no..Please have mercy..."

    "You best not disobey me twice in one day Barbara......," came the quiet threat. "May I call you Barbara," he continued to mock.

    The last question was almost comical. Here I was, a thirty five year old teacher, freshly spanked, holding her skirt to her waist, with her fourteen year old student stroking her tender asscheeks.

    "If you leave now I won't report anything that has happened," I softly pleaded.

    "I can see that you need more discipline. You will receive the training that you need but I am telling you that you best spread those long legs or you will spend the next week wishing you had," he sharply ordered.

    I felt my legs slowly open. It was almost an unconscious thought. I was now completely open to his dark forbidding eyes; and his probing fingers.

    The next sensation was gentle.

    Cupping his fingers he rubbed them over the crotch of my tight panties. I heard the smooth mocking laughter.

    "A teacher of your stature....... Mrs. Jones. You should be ashamed. Standing in front of one of your young students with your hem pulled up around your waist, and your pussy leaking like a faucet. What would the members of the school board think of such a wanton display of sexual misconduct ?"

    I could only screech, "But you made me," before the next torrent of tears covered my mascara and rouge streaked face.

    His long black index finger then found the leg of my panties and busied itself in the search of my wet tunnel. Jerome tormented me as the finger made it's way around my swollen lower lips. The tip of his finger caressed my blood engorged elongated clit and he felt my shudder. A soft moan escaped my lips. I wished that I was stronger..........

    "The little bitch likes her clit stroked doesn't she?" he questioned.

    I was beyond lying. I was beyond the absurdity of my current dilemma. What I desired was the black finger to resume it's gentle probing of my wet and warm sex.

    I again begged........"Please.." was my simple request.

    Jerome Washington, a fourteen year old black student understood my humble request.

    "What do you want Mrs. Jones. Do you want the big bad nigger boy to leave....... Or do you want me to stroke your soaking pussy some more ?"

    "Please make me....Make it Happen," I pleaded.

    The finger returned to my clit. It brutally rubbed the clit and two other fingers wormed their way to my sopping chamber. The fingers slid deep and I spread my legs as far as I could. As the fingers probed my inner most sanctum I thrust my hips back to encase as much as the pleasure producing digits as possible.

    Although it seemed like an eternity, the all encompassing orgasm consumed my body. Screaming I throw myself against the strong fingers that were invading my body and roughly stroking my hardened clit. Nothing mattered except..........my final release.

    Mercifully my body accepted the climax. The fingers continued probing until I collapsed on the floor in front of my desk. Jerome backed up several steps and allowed by exhausted body to sink to the dirty, dusty hardwood floor.

    Another eternity passed while I struggled to regain my bearing. Slumped facing the desk I slowly lowered my breathing and opened my eyes. I tried to focus on the clock above my desk and a pang of fear ran through my body. In only twelve minutes my classroom would again be full.......

    I twisted myself around and looked up at the smirking black youth. My eyes refocussed and then I saw IT. He had taken his hard black cock from his jeans..... The penis looked like a giant cucumber compared to my husbands'; the only previous penis that I had seen.

    "It's my turn....Open wide Teach," came the frightening command.

    I shook my head...."No, I can't. My students will be back in ten minutes. You must leave....I have to clean myself up," I begged. I pleaded.

    "You best hurry then. Unless you want them to come in and have a seat while you suck my cock. What do you prefer Mrs. Jones ?"

    My mind was racing... I had to.........

    My tongue caressed the dark purple tip and my lips grasped the long thick cock. I tried to look at the frosted window panes to my door as I sucked the black cock. The only time that I had sucked my husband's diminutive organ was when I had gotten drunk.

    I felt the strong hands grab my ears. HE pulled me forward and more of the huge cock was forced down my throat. I nearly gagged...my breathing was becoming ragged. I forced myself to relax my throat muscles as the black cock forced it's way deeper and deeper into my throat.

    "Grip my nuts...play with them and I will give you your reward Mrs. Jones," came the ridiculing order.

    Desperately I reached for the egg size testicles hanging below his massive cock. I gently squeezed the soft organs and I felt his grip tighten on my ears. The black cock was crammed even deeper to burning throat and I felt his testicles draw up and then.............

    The scalding torrent of black cum ricocheted against the back of my throat. I struggled to suck the volumous discharge down and into my stomach. The salty black cum coated my throat. I started choking but the black youth continued to have a stranglehold on my ears. My wide eyes pleaded for relief but I saw only pure dominance as I looked up over his still hard black cock.

    The organ slowly softened and at long last it slipped out from my lips. A rope like string of his black seed stretched from my sore jaws to the purple tip of his cock as I again slipped back to the dirty wooden floor. I closed my eyes and tried to regain my senses as the clock ticked on. When I reopened my eyes he had closed the two feet that we were apart and was squeezing the remaining fertile man cream from the tip of his beautiful cock. I watched as if in slow motion the slimy discharge dripped onto my blouse and skirt. When the last string had fallen the sudden thud of a knock reverberated throughout the empty classroom.

    My eyes shot to the door...... Panic spread throughout my body.

    I jumped up.... and started pulling my skirt down. Smoothing the wrinkled material I hurriedly brushed my hair with my sticky cum coated hands. Panic was nearly consuming me as I looked desperately to the door and possible.... no, probable disgrace. I glanced towards the instigator of my problems and his sneering face cut me again to the quick.

    I hurriedly walked towards the door and was nearly there.

    "I want your panties Teach," came the next command.

    I shook my head. I couldn't speak and time was rapidly running out.

    "You can give me your panties now.....or you can give them to me when your students come in for their Trig... It's your choice."

    I desperately looked again at the door. It would only be seconds before one of the administrators arrived and opened the door and........

    Stepping to the side of the door I hurriedly pulled my cum stained blue skirt up and pulled down the soaked panties. Holding them delicately in my fingers I retraced my steps to the arrogant black student. He took my panties and brought them to his face. Making a production of the simple act he inhaled deeply and a smile covered his face. "Mrs. Jones... Your Pussy smells delightful.."

    Humiliated further I turned and without turning back made it to the door and unclasped the metal lock just as the assistant principal was inserting his key into the outside lock. The opening of the door caught him by surprise and he had a startled look on his face. He then looked past me to see the muscular black student standing by the window.

    Befuddled he muttered, "Mrs. Jones, you know that it is against school policy to have your door locked with a student in your room...." It was at this point when he noticed my disheveled appearance.

    Standing before the stern looking superior I felt my dew coated pussy start to leak.......and coat the tops of my nylons. I could only imagine what my tear stained face looked like. I prayed that I was able to swallow the intense discharge from Jerome. As the administrator turned to leave he noticed the wet stain on my blouse and skirt.

    Mercifully the students then separated the two of us and pushed into the room. I backed up and only then did I detect the pungent odor of sex as I watched the assistant principal walk down the hall.

    I fell against the wall and closed my eyes. The shrill sound of the bell rang out and I reopened my eyes to see my seducer directly in front of me.

    "I will wait for you after school. You can take me home Mrs. Jones......."

    My pussy leaked some more fluid as the fourteen year old black student walked out of my class.

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