Chapter 4
Little by little she came to herself and realized she was still alive. His hands were no longer on her throat, and he was now lying behind her on the desk, his full lips taking gentle nibbles at the nape of her neck and her shoulder. She lay perfectly still, terrified, hoping her total lack of response would make him leave her alone. She was amazed at her own calm under the circumstances. She was not normally a female able to keep herself calmly controlled. Patty was surprised she hadn't gone into hysterics. She knew the worst was yet to come, and yet she was somehow or other able to withstand it.
She had no physical strength left for resistance as she felt his hand slide between her slender thighs, moving back and forth against her vagina, and then pulling back to rub between her buttocks. She felt a combination of nothingness and paralysis, dread and fear mingling with absolute zero somewhere inside her as she remembered he still had that knife, somewhere. His fingers were alternating between her vagina and her buttocks, sliding wetly between her labia, making her realize that in the midst of terror her body was still reacting sexually to what was happening.
Abruptly, his fingers probed between her vaginal lips, entering her crudely, roughly intruding themselves into the wetness of her seething feminine cavern. He stroked the warm, sensitive walls of her quivering vaginal sheath, and she felt something happening to her through the numbness. Her interior was involuntarily contracting with pleasure, and she moaned and gasped out a soft cry, immediately ashamed of herself for it. She realized how helpless she was to hide her body's inner responses in spite of the fact that she absolutely detested this youth. Though all this was against her will, her physical being had no knowledge of it and was enjoying everything he was doing. His rigid phallus slithered and oozed between her thighs from behind, moving like a reptile after his fingers had prodded and probed shamelessly at the opening between her ravished, fleshy lips.
"Don't do this, Randolph," she gasped. "You know I'll tell someone, afterward. You have no hope of getting away with it. But if you stop now, I'll never say a word."
"Sheeyitt!" he laughed. "Ah ain't worried none 'bout your tellin' on me. Ah ain't even gon' be in the neighborhood by tomorrow. Ah done signed up with the Merchant Marine, and ah'm gon' be a long, long way away from here tomorrow and forever. This here place is a shithole, anyway. But ah figgered ah might as well get me one good memory before ah take off, and teach, you are it Ah'm gon' fuck you and really enjoy it. Sheeyitt! You was meant for fuckin'. So whyn't you jus' keep that trap of yours shut, and ah'll do all the work, and mebbee the two of us kin get something outta all this."
"Randolph, doesn't it ever bother you to know you're doing something to hurt another human being?"
"Aw cut the bullshit, honey. Ah'm fuckin' you, and thass somethin' that every-body likes, even if they ain't got the guts to admit it. So you jus' get ready and spread your cunt, and we'll both us have the ball of a lifetime."
She shuddered as she felt the cold knife handle pressing against her temple, and she didn't say anything more. Now the thick, black tip of his throbbingly aching cock was beginning to poke against the soft, moist folds of her vagina from behind, as they lay spoon fashion on the desk. She groaned with terror, frightened the boy's length and breadth might cause pain, just as she had initially felt pain with the principal. But as he slipped it to her wet swamp, she realized her elastic walls were immediately adjusting, and though there was some initial discomfort, there was that feeling of security that overpowered the discomfort. In point of fact the cock inside her made her feel satisfied in spite of the fact that she hated the person attached to it.
Randy didn't think about her love or hate for him. The moment his penis was inside her, he seemed to lose himself in an insane frenzy of lust and desire. Abruptly his breath came up from somewhere inside him as if he were possessed by some demon, and in heavy gasps he began solidly fucking into her from trie rear as furiously as he was able to do with the full length of his huge black hardened cock. It burrowed so totally and completely into the lovely teacher, Patty found herself being thrilled against her will, and she began gasping and panting.
"Y'like it, don'cha, teach!" he said to her. "This . . . huuunnnhhh ... is still . . . oooo- nnnhhh . . . wrong!" she insisted. But the youth gripped her securely as they lay on the desk, a hand curving around each of her hips so his fingers were biting into the delicately tender flesh of her womanly abdomen. He had put the knife on the floor, dropping it on the blotter he had swept off her desk so that it had made no noise when falling.
Randy moved into her body like a powerful plunger, and each forward thrust was more powerful than the next. Patty found herself gasping and squirming with lust like a sow being attacked by a boar. She was aware of the heavy hairiness of his thighs. It was all so bristly, rubbing against her rear cheeks and the undersides of her own thighs.
He continued pummeling into her as if trying to punish her, slamming into her with great, towering force, filling the entire shame-filled tunnel of her cunt as he ploughed in again and again. He was fucking into her with deep, long strokes, and it felt to her as if his cock was lancing itself up to her breasts with solidly skewering thrusts. Sometimes she felt twitch of pain as he snapped his powerful hip muscles and flicked his immensely swollen penis as far into her vaginal depths as he was able to drive it. At other moments she thought he was trying to set off explosions deep inside her, spreading wide parts of her hidden anatomy that he had no right to know about.
Behind her, on the desk, he was like an uncontrolled lunatic, tossing, spinning, wildly fucking a he loudly moaned and then continued battering himself into the depths of her squeezing vagina smashing his solid pelvis against the roundness of her smooth buttocks.
"Ah see ah'm really gettin' to you, teach," he gasped. "Sheesh! You really like it. S'as plain as the li'l nose on your face," he gasped, continually panting as he thrust into her.
She listened to his heavy breathing as his digging fingers pressed solidly into her tenderly flat belly, making her squeal with totally unnecessary pain.
"Hhhhhaaaauuuunnnngggghhhh . . . stop j. . Randolph . . . stop . . . don't do this. . ." she gasped, feeling extra powerful pressure against her hips as his compressing hands began pulling and guiding her until he was over on top of her and then moving higher as an arm around her belly pulled her to her knees on the desk.
His desire-bloated cock was still completely buried in her sweet vaginal tunnel, stuffed into her like a bung in a barrel. He was yanking and pulling her body, making her move, and she finally reluctantly allowed herself to be guided though this degrading position made her feel more debased than ever before. She felt like a bitch being savagely torn to shreds by a lusting hound. Now she was beginning to understand what it felt like to be treated like some prostitute, who, paid for her services, was expected to do anything and everything [for the money.
He slithered closer and closer between her widespread, slender thighs, pushing them even farther apart with his driving knees as he squirmed his turgid phallic length deeper and deeper, driving it to the hilt in her vaginal wetness. Now that she was widely spread out this way, he seemed to be invading her even more deeply making her feel as if her tortured body was being delightfully sliced into two separate equal halves, forcing agonizing gasp after gasp from her panting lips.
Her back was beginning to ache from the constant pressure of his weight and his massaging hands as they clung tightly to her waist, bending her so that her youthfully firm buttocks slammed| solidly into his lower belly.
She felt totally abused and at the horrible mercy| of this vile individual, knowing there was nothing else For her to do about it. Her loins began tingling acting with ten-thousand white-hot pin pricks brushing against one another, sending uncounted trillions of tiny shivering chills racing along her bare spinal ridges, bursting throughout her luscious body from the molten nucleus of her seething vagina. Something totally weird was taking place inside her. She was once again forgetting just who was on the end of the penis pumping into her, thinking solely in terms of simply being fucked! The thrills flared through her inner womb like radiation from an atomic blast; and little by little, the monstrous fear and shameful abomination lurking in the back of her mind receded farther and farther away until they no longer existed. All she felt at this point was desire.
His groin continually buffeted her shuddering buttocks with a continuing steady and bruising force that shook her very bones with every violent and cruel thrust of his driving pelvis against her delightfully round upturned cheeks of her ass.
In this position she looked like a totally white woman to Randy Potts, and he was enjoying himself immensely. He had never had the guts to attack a white girl, and fucking this woman made him feel as if he had performed the ultimate in sexual contact, in his mind.
Patty pressed her elbows into the desk, her mouth hanging open and her eyes clamped shut, realizing there was nothing she was able to do to resist him. There was no way for her to put down the welling desire of feminine passion that was taking total control of her very insides as if she were totally possessed by some sexual demon. She tried crying out, wanting to wail and hope that someone might hear her, but all she was able to do was choke and gasp in a continually mounting seizure of thrilled desire. He squirmed and continued slamming his cock into her, bringing a muffled gasp from the depths of her coughing throat with every painful thrust of his inwardly nailing organ.
The heatedly pulsating penis seemed to be swelling and enlarging all the more inside her, feeling as if it were sinking deeper and deeper into her shuddering body until she was completely filled with the boy's massive hardness. Her heavily dangling breasts wildly swayed from side to side beneath her lovely torso as she discovered herself wriggling rhythmically on the blunted end of his throbbingly distended phallic lance, swaying in time to the way he was pounding solidly into her again and again.
The lovely teacher felt incredibly sore inside because of the punishing way the boy was thrusting into her. He had none of the gentleness or care shown by the principal when he had solidly fucked into her. Even so, she was burningly aflame with a tremendous mounting pressure. There was screaming urgency within her twitching loins that ached to be set free. At the moment she was able to think of nothing other than the agonizingly sweet build-up taking place in the depths of her screaming belly. Somehow she had never thought something like this was going to happen to her, and certainly not by such a gross being as Randolph Potts. Nevertheless, it was happening.
The buildup was growing into a massive, ever-expanding bubble which continued swelling to several times its original size.
" AAAAAYY Y Y Y AAAAAGGGGGHHHHH-UUUUUNNNNNGGGGGHHHHHAAAAAA-RRRRRGGGGGHHHHHAAAAAUUUUUU-AAAAAGGGGGHHHHHUUUUUNNNNNN-GGGGGHHHHHAAAGGGHHHHH!" she shrieked again and again as the stretched bubble of lust suddenly burst inside her.
What felt like gallons of blood poured through her loins and upper torso as torrent after torrent of pure desire charged through her body, making her scream with tears of fright mingled with thrills of ecstasy. Shuddering relief charged through her, running in streams down the interior of her trembling asscheeks.
If there was anyone, anyone else at all in the school, she was certain her scream must have been heard. But as the moments passed and there was no response to her shout, she knew no one had heard.
Little by little she began calming down, though she was still quivering all over and her belly was quaking as if she had just been beaten half to death. Still he continued stuffing the full length of his lust-swollen cock deeper and deeper into the lubriciously inundated vaginal orifice in her body with unrelenting fury, gasping with a half-open mouth as he practically hurled her subserviently kneeling body from the desk with each powerful forward thrust. Now her briefly forgotten humiliation was returning, and her vagina felt almost painful, as if he had sliced into it with a knife rather than with a cock. She gritted her teeth wondering just how much longer she would be able to stand it, and then she heard him muttering, cursing under his breath, and then gasping.
"Youah so fuckin' tight!" he gasped. "Oh yeah, so goddamn tight!" he choked out, and his muttering increased and intensified as it became a steady streaming babble of moaning, groaning agony, rising to a gasping cough, then exploding in a fiercely growling bark.
"HHHHHOOOOOOWWWWWAAAAAA-UUUUUGGGGGHHHHHAAAAARRRRRR-GGGGGHHHHH . . . AAAAAGGGGGHHHH-UUUUUNNNNNGGGGGHHHHHAAAAA-NNNNNGGGGGHHHHHUUNNGGHH!" he bellowed, totally unafraid of being heard.
Then the black youth fell forward on top of her, and for the first time in her life Patty looked at him almost as if through the eyes of a white woman, beginning to understand the ignorance in white people and why they wanted nothing to do with blacks. It was ignorance on their part, because for the most part they were afraid of the blacks, just as she was afraid of Randy Potts.
Patty knew she was not the one to try and bring about a closer understanding between black and white people, but she also knew it was time to break down her own prejudices toward the honkies.
When he rolled off her, standing up on the floor, she felt sticky trails of semen running down her thighs. She had to use a rag to wipe it from her. By the time she was dressed, Randy was gone.