Chapter 6

Randolph Potts, true to his word, was gone. When Patty returned to school on Monday morning, she found out through the grapevine, he was permanently gone from Newark. He was also permanently out of her life, though his influence was yet to be felt. For Randolph Potts had, like almost all braggarts of his age, admitted to some of his friends that he had boffed the new light-skinned teacher.

Even then, the five boys to whom Potts had bragged might have ignored the whole thing had it not been for the pat on the fanny they saw their principal surreptitiously give the teacher. It made them a little curious about her, and so that afternoon, when she got into her Datsun B-210 and drove off, they stole a set of wheels and followed her. They followed her straight to the house of Irving Daniels.

One of them thought to bring along a camera he had filched from a local department store, after having stolen a roll of film that went with it. He climbed the trellis outside Daniels' bedroom window, and peered in.

Daniels, knowing his bedroom was on the second floor, and that there weren't any other two-story houses around there, had not only left the shade up, but had left the lights on in the room when he and Patty made love, and the boy had a field day snapping photographs. Now they had leverage to use against her.

They bribed a local photographer to develop the pictures, and then they waited until Wednesday, when School ended a half hour earlier than on other days in case there was to be some meeting in the auditorium. Luckily there was no meeting, but one of the boys, Gregg Starr, a mischievous boy who seemed most likely ready to inherit the spot left by the gone Potts, walked over to Patty and said, "Uhhh . . . Miss Brown, I was wondering if you might be willing to give me some tutoring help in English."

"I suppose I can spare a few minutes after I've cleaned up the classroom," she told him.

"Oh . . . uhhhhh . . . not here," he said to her. "Look, I'll help you clean up the classroom, but I figured I'd come to your house where it'd be nice and quiet, and where we wouldn't be bothered by some other kids who might make fun of me."

Gregg Starr had a very sincere look on his handsomely broad face. He had close-cropped hair, and his skin was almost as light as Patty's, but his negroid features were much more pronounced. He had fuller lips than she, and a broader nose.

"I live a long way from here, Gregg," she told him. "How will you get home?"

"Don't worry about it," he told her. "I know my way around New Jersey, and I can always find my way home."

So he helped her clean the classroom, and then got into her car with her, looking back once to wink at his four buddies, letting them know to filch another car and follow them. The four of them smiled at one another knowingly, and then went about the task of stealing a car.

Patty drove directly to her little home in Paramus. She was living in a middle-class neighborhood which, in ten to fifteen years would be abandoned by the white people. Nevertheless, the homes were immaculate, including the little five room house she had purchased for herself.

Gregg helped her carry her books inside, and then they went into the living room and sat on the sofa.

"Now," Patty said, "just how can I help you?"

"Well," Gregg said to her, "to begin with, you might take a look at these."

He handed her an envelope. She opened it and saw the color photographs inside. She sat there, aghast, seeing picture after picture of Irving Daniels and herself together in the raw.

"Gosh!" she gasped. "Where did you get these?"

"I took them," he told her. "On Monday. Our beloved principal doesn't have the good sense to close his shades, so he deserves these. I'm thinking of spreading them all over the school."

"But I didn't do anything to hurt you. I don't deserve this kind of treatment. Please, Gregg. Give me the photos and the negatives. They have to be destroyed, immediately."

"That's what we have to talk about," Gregg said to her. "You're gonna have to earn back each one of these thirty-six pictures and negatives, one at a time."

"What?" she gasped.

"Hey, I thought I made myself clear. Today you're gonna have the chance to earn back five pictures."

"What are you talking about?"

"I think you know what I'm talking about," he said to her. "So let's you and I get down to business. You just do everything I tell you to do, and you'll never have to worry about these pictures seeing the light of day."

Abruptly Patty felt a shuddering, apprehensive chill shooting through her and got to her feet. Before she was able to walk away from Gregg, the smirking boy walked over and pulled her lovely body solidly against his, letting her firm breasts press into his solidly masculine, youthful chest while his throbbing penis, still inside his pants, began rubbing between her quivering thighs.

Patty shuddered at the feel of it, realizing it was Randolph Potts all over again, only this time without the threat of a knife. This time he was threatening her future with photographs and a familiar sensation began coursing through her quivering body. Shimmering emanations seemed to creep from her pants-covered thighs, crawling higher over her flat stomach and filling each of her breasts.

"Gregg!" she gasped. "This is wrong and you know it. Don't do this to me. I've never done anything to hurt you and you know it. In fact, if anything, I've leaned over backwards to help you boys in class. Now you're trying to hurt me."

"Hurt you?" he laughed. "I ain't trying to hurt you, Miss Brown. Cheez! After the way old Daniels pronged you on Monday, there ain't a way in the world I can really hurt you. Let's just cut the bullshit. It's obvious I have all the cards, and it's equally obvious you're gonna do just as I tell you to do." His voice was shaking with anticipation as he said, "Get those clothes off, Miss Brown. I mean it, just strip 'em off and don't hand me a crock about right or wrong."

Patty's heart sank to her feet. She knew resistance at this point was useless. Trying to talk to him was like talking to the proverbial brick wall. Gregg Starr might not be as crude as Randy Potts, but he was no less determined. It was right there, in his eyes.

"P-please!" she whimpered.

"Off with the duds, Miss Brown, and I mean off with them right now, this moment, just peel 'em off."

Feeling more than a little unsteady, the lovely teacher slowly peeled her garments off. When she hesitated, he motioned for her to continue and remove her undergarments, as well. She shuddered, seeing he was removing his own undergarments and clothing.

Staring at the naked boy she would have laughed were it not so solemn a moment. Unlike Randy Potts, Gregg Starr was somewhat scrawny, though he was starting to grow a lot of hair on his chest. The mere idea of letting him put his hands on her body made her want to throw up, yet she decided, looking at the photos on the table, that she had to go through with this, at least until she was able to get all the photos and negatives.

"You can keep this entire batch," he told her. "There's a second batch along with the negatives."

"All right, all right, just promise not to let anyone see them."

Gregg Starr was hardly able to believe his good luck. She was agreeing. This lovely, delightful-looking, beautiful woman was agreeing to everything he wanted. She was a fantastic sight in the flesh, and he was already devouring her with both eyes. Hers was an absolutely stunning figure, and what was more, the woman was well aware of it. Even though it was her first time standing naked in front of him, it wasn't her first time naked in front of a man, and she was well aware how she was affecting him.

She stood tall, putting her arms at her sides, letting the now-naked boy drink in the sight of her. Her full, pear-shaped breasts stood well up and out, challenging him, now that he had made her go this far. She challenged him to come and caress her nipples.

The woman's skin, from the top of her forehead all the way down to the tips of her toes had that rich creamy tiny to it one sees in buttermilk. There were faint blue veins visible in her full breasts, making them appear even whiter than the rest of her "yaller" body. Gregg had to admit they were superbly shaped breasts. Full, global, with dark areolae and equally dark nipples that were already swelling under the youth's long, hard stare.

The clutch of dark curls swirling above her glistening vagina was a fantastic sight as far as Gregg was concerned. Watching her the previous day, no, two days previous with the principal, he had not been fully able to appreciate her nakedness as he was able to do, now. In a wall mirror behind her he was able to see the full roundness of her derriere curving elegantly out to a perfect fullness before sloping in again. Her thighs were solidly beautiful columns of delightfully firm loveliness, blending into swollenly graceful calves and trim, neat ankles.

Patty stood there, staring at the naked youth whose flesh was almost as light as her own, her eyes shining with fear, but behind that fear was anticipation. Sex was a narcotic to her, and she was fast becoming dependent on it. The boy was only slightly taller than she was, and somehow his features looked completely plain, not at all outstanding.

His chest was starting to grow curling black hair to match the hairs on his pubis and his head, as well as the thatches under his arms. But what held her vision was the thick length of his penis. Not that it was spectacular in length. It was unquestionably shorter than either that of the principal or Randolph Potts, but she was amazed at how much like a Caucasian penis it looked. Somehow she had imagined the boy would still have a black penis, even if the rest of him was cafe-au-lait. The tip was a pinkish-red instead of a black, and she was clearly able to see the roadmapping of blue blood vessels winding their way through the throbbing organ. No matter what the color, she didn't appreciate the idea of having that organ penetrating her body, yet what would she be able to do about it?

"I hope you aren't thinking of chickening out," he said to her, ready to rape her should she suddenly decide to change her mind.

"No," she told him, shaking her head. "I want to get those photos back, but I think we're going to have to come to some sort of agreement that will assure my getting them back and not just your word. I want them all back tonight, Gregg. You might be able to get what you want from me now, but I'm not going to be a slave to you for the rest of my life. If you don't give them back, I'll have to tell the principal, and we'll claim you faked those pictures and then tried attacking me."

"All right, all right!" Gregg nodded. "I'll see to it you get the negatives before I leave. But the time has come for a lot less talk and one helluva lot more action. Let's get this rolling by having you come over here and fondling my cock for openers, huh."

He let her lead the way into the bedroom, where she made certain all the shades were drawn before she turned on the light. It was a small bedroom, though it had a very large bed in the middle.

She sat on the bed and the youth put his naked body directly in front of her, waiting for her to make a move, but she was too frozen with fright to do anything. Gregg, like Randy Potts, had enjoyed his share of females, and like Potts had initially forced most of them to his way of thinking. He reached down and put a hand on hers, then brought her hand to his shuddering penis. At first Patty tried letting go of it and tugging her hand away, but he forced her hand to remain there by wrapping his own hand tightly around hers and pressing.

Fear of what lay ahead made the young teacher's lower lip quiver, but Gregg Starr wasn't the least little bit interested in how the teacher felt. He was concentrating on her hand, enjoying the sensation of her fingers tightly wrapped around his throbbing penis. He was used to conquering, like Randy Potts, and it never occurred to him he might have completely calmed the teacher down, winning her over to his way of thinking and making her want what he also wanted. It never occurred to him the woman, though older than he, was young and passionate and vibrant, with a burning, quivering flame inside her. The flame was very low at the moment, but with a little patience he would have been able to turn it into an uncontrollable blaze.

"That's the way," Gregg told her. "You just keep tugging on the old peter with your hand. Feel it all around, get used to it, massage it."

He finally removed his hand from around hers, letting the woman take her hand off his pulsating prick. She let go of it as if it were white-hot. But instead of yanking her hand back, she held her hand directly above the throbbing organ, making no move to back away. So he waited as, little by little, she began gaining control over herself. Finally, of her own free will and accord, she reached out to touch the heated cock. Eventually she let her hand lower itself until the palm rested on top of it. Slowly, her fingers wrapped themselves around it, and then her hand began caressing the throbbing organ. Finally she clenched her fist very tightly around the pulsating penis, feeling a tremendous amount of heat emanating from the organ.

"It's hot," was all she was able to say.

"Hotter than old Daniel's cock?"

"Yes," she admitted.

"Hotter than Randy Pott's cock?"

"I should have known Randy figured in this in some way."

"I'll just bet that sweet little juicy cunt of yours is hot, too," he told her.

This was like the penis of a boy rather than that of a man. The penis of Irving Daniels, aside from being thicker, was also more mottled. The skin had more dents and ridges, and she was almost able to feel the cable swells of his veins. The penis of Randy Potts had never been held in her hand for any length of time, and as a result she hadn't thought too much of it, though it had certainly felt more manly than this particular organ. This one was so smooth all along the top, yet, it still expanded and contracted in her hand. The bright pink tip on the end was puffing up more and more each time, and it was releasing heavy, oily drops of dew.

Her hand continued to lightly caress the throbbing organ, moving to the glans, feeling how much smoother his was than that of the principal's.

When a drop of seething fluid touched her fingers, she pulled them back as if they had been caressed by a living flame.

This was ridiculous. She had touched other penises. She was acting like some kind of little girl. After a moment, she put her hand out and touched the oily fluid again, noting how slick, how oily, how gooey it felt. She parted her fingers and noticed how the fluid turned to sticky strings between them.

Her massaging hand rubbed the oil back into the flesh of his lividly throbbing penis, but she noted the more she rubbed, the more leaked out as she continued massaging the organ. It soon began dripping out so heavily, she had to cup her other hand beneath it to keep it from dripping on her carpet. In almost no time she had a pool in her hand.

"What's bothering you?" Gregg asked, noting the way she was looking around.

"I'm looking for somewhere to get rid of this," she admitted, showing him the viscous puddle in her palm.

"Drink it!" he snapped, shrugging.

"What?" she gasped.

"You heard me! Hey, stop bein' such a snot-nosed uppity bitch of a teacher. Go on, lick ii with the tip of your tongue. You'll like it."

"But that's insane. No one does things like that."

"You ain't been makin' the scene too long with old Daniels or you would know better," the boy said to her. "People do it alla time. Tasting and drinking that oil is a part of fuckin' and suckin'. Hell! It's a body oil that seeps outta my cock to make it just that much easier to slide into your cunt. Hell! Your cunt leaks the exact same fluid. It don't have no taste, and as you can see there's no smell or color to it. So g'on, already. Just stick your tongue out and taste it."

Quivering, frightened by the nonchalance of the youth, yet knowing she didn't have much choice, she lifted the rapidly evaporating fluid to her face. She brought it close to her nose and sniffed at the oily substance in her palm. The boy was right about it not having an odor. Taking a deep breath, she allowed her tongue to peep out of her mouth and its tip just barely touched the pool in her hand. Her tongue remained hanging outside her mouth for a moment. She was afraid to bring it back inside. Finally, unable to leave it outside any longer, she let the tongue move into her mouth and discovered there was nothing unpleasant.

"You're right," she admitted aloud. "It's kind of oily on my tongue, but it really doesn't have any kind of taste." Without another word she lapped at the oil in her palm until it was gone.

"You see," Gregg Starr said, smiling, patting her gently on her naked shoulder. "You've taken a first big step. From here on in, the rest oughtta be easy."

"The rest?"

"Sure. It's obvious that you've never sucked a cock before. You're gonna start today ... on mine."

"You must be out of your mind."

"It's all a part of it, Miss Brown. Sex is oral as well as genital. Open that mouth of yours real wide and start gobblin' my cock all the way inside. I wanna feel the sweet slickness of your tongue rub-bin' all along the underside of my prick. What's more, I wanna feel the tightness of those sweet, full lips of yours sliding back and forth over the solid length of my cock. Last, but certainly not least, when I finally blast my rocks off, I wanna fire the entire load down that lovely throat of yours. You get to swallow the whole thing, and what's more, you'll probably love it."

The woman looked sick, as if ready to regurgitate. Her body began trembling violently as she said, "I don't do things, like that, Gregg. You've blackmailed me into coming this far. Now if you want to penetrate my vagina with that . . . thing of yours, come on ahead and do it and get it over with. Otherwise, do whatever the hell you want to do with those pictures."

"Stop acting like some sorta martyr," Gregg snapped. "You don't want those pictures shown and you know it. You know, it's not as if women only do it to men. Hell! I remember seeing old Daniels with his fat face pushed into your pussy, and you didn't object to that as I recall. You know damn well sex is a lot more than the shoving of a cock into a cunt. It's more than the pumping of a prick into a pussy until the prick shoots a load inside the nookie. Sex is supposed to be fun at all times, not work. It's fun for both, the guy and the girl. But you gotta learn to get rid of all those dumb hangups, honey. You already know how good it feels to have a tongue washing across your clit. Now it's time for you to find out how much fun you Can have with the head of a cock jammed into your throat."

"I just don't know," she said, perspiring heavily. "I mean, maybe, if you did to me what Mr. Daniels did, I might get up the nerve ..."

He gripped her pretty black hair very tightly in his fist and he snapped, "You've had that pussy gobbled a lotta times, already. I'll bet old Daniels sucks that cunt of yours every time before the two of you fuck, and don't try tellin' me it hasn't been goin' on a long time, now."

"But it just started last week ..."

"Bullshit! Daniels likes to grab his cunt as early as possible. I can't see him lettin' something prime like you get away for such a long time, even if he had all those other new pussies to work on, first. Don't crap me, Miss Brown. Get that hot and lovely mouth of yours to work suckin' my cock."

Patty was frightened. Here was this high-school brat giving her orders when not even Irving Daniels would dare to try and make her do something like this. Gregg was an overbearing youth, and he was frightening her more than a little, filling her with all kinds of trepidation. It had never occurred to her any man would want to make love by putting his penis into her mouth. The idea of his tongue burying itself in her vagina was more than a little pleasing. Mr. Daniels had done it the two times she had made love with him, and he had done a wonderful job of it. But the idea of putting something as thick as a penis in her mouth didn't appeal to her. Granted this boy's wasn't as thick as that of Daniels, but it still looked thick enough to strangle her.

Gregg was a youth who had already made up his mind. He was going to have his way no matter what. Determinedly, the tan-skinned youth gripped her hair all the more tightly, and demanded, "You get that mouth of yours wide open and take my cock inside and start sucking on it like it's candy."

She looked at the length of his pointing penis again. Her entire body quivered. There seemed no way around this, no way to get out of it. But each time she leaned close to it she trembled and pulled away all over again. Finally his hand began twisting in her hair as he forced her head forward, saying, "Come on, come on, already. You've been stalling long enough. Start sucking and I'll blast a wad of sperm down that lovely throat of yours soon enough. Believe me, you'll love it. All the other girls who've sucked this cock have come back for more."

"Never!" she gasped, tears already starting to stream from her pretty round eyes, realizing she no longer felt like a mature woman but rather like some helplessly whipped child. Her cheeks were washed with the salty streams pouring from her eyes as she begged, "Gregg . . . don't . . . don't make me do it!"

He yanked on her bun of black hair all the more tightly, tugging her from her sitting position on the edge of the bed, making her fall on her knees in front of him. It was the first time she had ever been forced into such a degrading position, and she was feeling positively humiliated. Her verbal suffering was louder now. She was weeping with her mouth clamped tightly shut, but she knew it was impossible for her to continue this way. Eventually her mouth was going to open, and the boy knew it.

He tugged her face closer to his hard penis. The lovely teacher tried hard to turn her head to avoid the onrushing flesh arrow as it streaked toward her tightly clamped-together lips. It slapped against the side of her face, and the heat of it began stinging her cheek as the musky scent of it reached into her quivering nostrils. Maybe the colorless fluid seeping out of him was odorless, but his length of penis had a distinct odor to it.

It was no use. Struggling this way would only cause her more physical pain. She realized she was Fighting a lost cause, and so she had to stop struggling. Some of his oily lubrication was smearing itself along her cheek, but it no longer irritated her. Aware of how the oil tasted, she knew it wouldn't make her skin smell bad.

Her resistance was caused by her terrified fear more than anything else. The idea of a masculine sex organ in the depths of her mouth-of all places-seemed to be so totally disgusting and abhorrent to her, but then she realized he was being this insistent because it was obvious he had done this with other females. Granted they were probably girls rather than women, but they had sucked this penis poking at her face, and if they had survived it, how bad was it?

There was a heated closeness now with her lips bearing down on the swollen penis. Each time it brushed past her mouth against her cheek she realized she found the musky aroma coming from his pelvis strangely stimulating rather than repelling. The stimulation was beginning to chase away the terror she had initially felt. Its being there, its closeness, its swollenness was no longer terrifying to the young teacher. In fact, the penis this close to her face was almost comforting. She realized a warm calm was starting to spread through her.

Reaching up, she slowly surrounded his pulsing penis with her right hand, using her left hand to disentangle his hands from her black hair. Slowly, purposefully, she turned her head while opening her lovely full lips, widening her mouth to finally welcome the swollenly thick penis. He waited until her mouth was completely open before slowly inserting his burning cock length into it. The slowness was not out of consideration for the lovely teacher. Rather the youth wanted to have the full visual effect, observing the way her lips were already naturally sucking, and he wanted to enjoy the feel of her mouth as it worked on his penis. Her tongue was already warmly trickling along the underside of his penis.

Once the throbbing and flaming poker of flesh was lodged in the tightness of her mouth, Patty slowly closed the fullness of her lips, pursing them tightly around the rigid, tan manmeat. She sucked without thinking, tasting his meatiness, enjoying it without realizing it, then realizing it.

The taste of him on her tongue thrilled her. Yes, she liked it, liked it very much, and because she suddenly realized she liked it so much she understood she, herself, would appreciate it that much more were she able to bring him total and complete pleasure. Yes, she would suck and suck and suck until he finally spilled his hot seed in her mouth. She was curious to taste that seed. She had smelled it the three times it had been spilled into her vagina, and her nostrils had quivered with arousal. Now she wanted it spurting over her tongue, lining her mouth, and dripping into her hungry throat.

The instant her pressing lips closed on the thickness of his pulsating prick, swallowing the full, pinkish-red glans as well as more than half the meaty shank, his eyes closed and his head snapped back. He thrust his hips solidly forward, suddenly sending more of the unbending phallic lance into the depths of her sucking mouth.

Patty sucked naturally even though she was still not used to it. Strangely guttural noises began coming from her larynx, mixed with sounds of choking.

"That's the way," Gregg hastily assured her. "You're le'arning, you're learning! You have natural aptitude for it, honey. You're going to be one helluva fabulous cocksuckerl Keep that slick tongue working against the bottom of my cock . . . great . . . great . . . now just start sucking like crazy."

She began sucking hard. Her pursed, full lips started pulling on the solid muscular truncheon if she actually expected to extract some nourishment from it. Her hungry mouth moved forward and back, her working tongue licking lustily against the throbbing meat, massaging its underside, working back and forth on the flaming organ. She gripped his hips to hold him that much more steadily in place as her face slid back and forth, picking up speed, moving faster, ever faster.

Each time her lovely head moved forward she sucked in a little bit more of his throbbing penis, feeling the head slide further along her tongue toward the back of her throat. Her cheeks hollowed as she rammed her face all the way forward, trying to feel the head of his throbbing cock in the depths of her questing throat, feeling a masochistic urge to strangle on it. Her throat muscles automatically loosened as she pushed it deeper and deeper, and so instead of strangling, she felt it massaging the hidden nerve-endings within, building a whole new set of strange and different thrills inside her. She realized it was possible for her to climax with the penis buried in her throat, without her own genitals being massaged in any way.

With the throbbing cock buried to its deepest in her throat, she managed to probe with her tongue nd wash his testicles, lapping them again and again. In fact, she pushed her face all the way forward now and was actually able to take some of the scrotum into her mouth, as well. Then her head pulled back as her tongue licked solidly around the sides and top of the throbbing organ, feeling the way it pulsed in her mouth. With her mouth all the way back, she was able to press her tongue against the point of the spongy glans. Then her tongue surrounded the head of the swollen cock, teasing it and making him gasp and sigh. The noises he made let the teacher know she was really reaching the youth, and she felt innately proud of herself, knowing she was capable of such lapping although this was her first time doing this. She continued lapping the coronal ridge of his mushroom-shaped cock-dome, and then she used her lips to surround it and suck heartily.

"'Mother-fucker" the boy muttered. "Not only are you one helluva teacher in school, but you're one fast learner out of school. I'll bet there isn't a cocksucker in the entire school who can eat a cock his well. Go to it, teach."

The way he encouraged her made her suck exuberantly, her mouth making all kinds of slurping noises. She was pleased she was able to excite him so thoroughly. Her dread of cocksucking had totally disappeared, and her head was nodding more and more speedily in time to the rhythm set by her licking tongue. She let her oral digit spin around his throbbing maypole, moving wildly, pressing in strongly against the bottom of his burning cock, causing her teeth to touch very lightly against the oversensitive pink knob.

In a very short time she had gone from a naive and unknowing woman to a well-trained prick masticator. Now her hot lips wandered back an forth along the complete length of the solidly riding penis as it plunged into her gullet repeatedly. Each time it delved into her throat it rubbed against the nerve-endings within, and as a result she was feeling more and more aroused.

Her oral orifice was a sucking, leeching vacuum, slurping noisily as it not only pulled on the full length of his throbbing penis, but engulfed almost his entire heavy scrotum, as well. He felt tiny electric thrills shocking their way through him as the heavy syrup that was his sperm built higher and higher in his balls, seemingly ready to boil up and out, as if obeying the bugle call from her lips.

Like a wild, uncontrolled man, Gregg Starr clung to the lovely teacher's hair, not so much to urge her on as simply to keep himself from falling over. He was slamming his thighs against her face, violently rubbing his cock against her palate and tongue. His glistening slick black prick thrust back and forth while her fingers still tightly gripped his pumping hips.

His young mouth was gaping wide open, and he looked as if he expected to shortly yell out loud, but no sound was coming out of him. The speed with which his powerful thrusting loins were moving let his friends, who had sneaked into the house and were peering through the open doorway, know Gregg had just about reached blastoff. The heavy lava boiled up inside his plunging phallic shank, rubbing toward the tiny eye in its dome. He tensed, his entire body becoming rigidly stiff as his throbbing cock let out a loud, long yell.

" AAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHUUUUU-RRRRRGGGGGHHHHHAAAAAGGGGG-HHHHH . . . YYYYYAAAAAGGGGGHHHH-UUUUUNNNNNGGGGGHHHHHAAAAA-RRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!"

He began babbling wildly as his pulsing cock swelled, enlarged, and wildy throbbed, unleashing heavy gouts of white penile fluid into her eager and expectant mouth.

The pressure of his cock pushing into her throat, addedto the spewing of his semen was all the lovely woman needed to go over the top. Suddenly a maddening climax was surging through her own loins.

"GGGGGHHHHHUUUUUCCCCCHHHHH-AAAAAWWWWWGGGGGLLLLLAAAAA-CCCCHHHHH . . . HHHHHAAAAAWWW- CCCCCHHHHHRRRRRGGGGGWWWWWUUUUUMMMMMPHHHHHHHHHHH!" she garbled out as she sucked, drained, and slurped every last bit of the tasty fluid from him, swallowing all of it down her sucking gullet. Her mouth continually sucked again and again, pulling as much of the masculine head from the throbbing prick as he was able to give her. All of it was so nice and hot, falling into her belly as her tongue continually swathed itself across his heavy penis again and again, cleaning the tiny plunger of everything.

Little by little she felt the pulsing organ shrink in her mouth, and she was proud that she had let nothing spill out. Soon there was only an inch of penis left. Finally the teacher released the organ, and said, "Well, are you content? I mean, I've done what you've wanted me to do, so I think it only fair you hand over all pictures and negatives, as well."

"Sure, sure, don't worry, Miss Brown," he said to her. "You know, I told you you'd have an opportunity of a lifetime tonight, and I meant it. A lady like you wasn't meant for the pleasure of only one guy. I'll bet you'd probably be able to handle two, three, or even four more guys, all at once."

"Just what are you talking about?" Patty asked, her heart starting to skip beats again.

"I'm going to make a real, full-fledged expert out of you, Miss Brown. By the time I'm finished you might even thank me. And when it's all over tonight, I'll give you back the photos and the negatives if you really do a helluva good job."

"What's this all about?" she asked.

"I'm bringing in four more guys like me, and all of 'em will be glad to teach you a little more about sex, Miss Brown. Believe me, you'll really love it. Hell! I can say without fear of contradiction, you'll get more than one bang out of all this."

Genuine terror filled her as she looked at the doorway and saw the four other black boys walk into the room. Because it was such a small bedroom, and the bed was so large, the six of them crammed in there made it appear as if the room were overcrowded.

"I'm going to wash up in the bathroom," Gregg told her. "In the meantime, I'm sure you recognize some of your pupils."

He walked out, and Patty began screaming, "Get out of here, all of you. How dare you walk into my house uninvited! Get out, right now!"

"Not a chance," the tallest of the four boys said, already peeling off his clothing.

She stared at his naked body, looking at his stiffening penis, as black as the ace of spades, and she saw he was hung that much larger than the boy she had just fucked.

"Get out of here," her quavering voice insisted.

"Hey, teach, this here can be hard or easy, it depends on you. You do as we say, and not only d'you get them there pictures back, but we don't say nuthin' to no one no more. It'll all be a lotta fond memories for all of us, includin' you."

They advanced toward her, and now she saw the other three were also undressed. Though none of them had a penis as large as Irving Daniels, not one of them had anything of which to be ashamed.

"D-don't hurt me!" she gasped, begging and feeling ashamed of herself for the very first time. She was beginning to understand that no matte how sophisticated and intelligent a woman was, no matter how hard she tried helping them with their school-work, when it came to the basic animal drive, all they were interested in was her body.

The tall boy, Emery was his name, eased he back until she was lying on the bed, and he was standing over her, gazing at her ripely round body. His black staff stood out above her chest.

"Touch my cock" he ordered, and the frightened teacher was too afraid not to obey. She raised her hand and tightly gripped the youth's thickly swollen erection. Her slender loins were shovingly pushed apart, letting all four boys there see the lips of her oil-soaked vagina, even if it was no longer anxious to be plumbed.

Emery gasped as he quivered at the touch of her fist, now squeezing his throbbing cock very hard and he moved that much closer to her. Lying down, he allowed himself to cover her, keeping her thighs separated with his knees as he guided his long cock into her seething cunt.

Once he was aware of the nose of his glans pressing against the wetness of her vaginal crack, he pushed hard, and she stifled a gasp. He was thicker than she had originally believed, and though he wasn't hurting her, he was building intense feelings in the seething depths of her shuddering body. Hell! It was really beginning to stretch her as it continually powered its way into her. The heavy cock was making deeper and deeper inroads, and thrill after thrill built inside her, masking the shame she felt at allowing such boys to use her body so indiscriminately. The penis sank all the way into her, and since it wasn't quite as long as that of the principal, it wasn't touching the rear of her vagina as it rubbed its base against her outer labia.

Through all the lusting feelings charging through her, Patty felt the shame starting to mount. She was being used by high-school kids as if she were a two-dollar whore, only they weren't even bothering to pay the two dollars.

"All of it!" one of the other boys was yelling. "Fuck that cock back and forth, feed all of it into her every time, Emery. This time we're doin' the teachin' and she's doin' the learnin'.

The youth above her began driving his cock in and out of her as if it were some kind of steam drill. The well-oiled plunging penis sank into her again and again, moving like a greased piston. Each time he drove forward, he went all the way in. Patty was wishing he was a little longer to reach the deepest part of her interior.

She was gasping with lust as the powerful penis continued slamming in and out of her, marinating in her womanly juices, filling her tight cunt again and again. It was surrounded by the sucking liquid warmth of total and complete physical inundation.

Minutes passed, and once again her shame retreated deeper inside her while her lusting desire intensified as the ebony Emery continued wildy punching his hard cock into the depths of her flaming feminine tunnel. The hate faded very quickly now. It had inflamed her for awhile to think she was being abused by these boys. It became very clear to Emery as he continued fucking her that the teacher was enjoying what he was doing to her. Her eyes were shining with a flittering satisfaction, and he felt her inwardly spasming a number of times as a multitude of continual orgasms went popping off inside her like a string of firecrackers.

Patty hurled her crotch solidly against the body of the youth, longing for even more fulfillment, knowing that even though she had climaxed countless times already, she wanted to reach another big orgasm before the boy came. She was longing for more of the overpowering fulfillment to which she was rapidly becoming addicted. She wanted and needed total satiety more than all of these wicked boys put together. She bucked like an unbroken wild mare as pleasure continued rampantly charging through her quivering body.

The pounding prick sank deeper and deeper into her squeezing body, feeling more and more like a monstrous flagpole as it reached over farther into the middle of her hungering pussy. He sank himself into her again and again, thrilling to the sensation of the tight grip her broiling internal self maintained on his cock as it continued ramming itself into her again and again.

She moaned and sighed, paeans of pleasure and delight continually intermingling with one another as a total passion began completely overwhelming her. She knew she ought to despise herself for reacting to these boys, but she was unable to control the reactions of her moving body. The powerful cock continued slamming between her sucking labia, rubbing the sensitive pink outer and inner lips as it pushed between her inner walls, thrusting so deeply into her she thought that in spite of the fact that he wasn't long enough, he was still trying to touch her navel from the inside.

The boy slammed his thick lips against those of her own mouth, forcing her oral cave to open wide so his tongue would be able to slash against hers. His hands reached beneath her and began tightly squeezing her full and rounded asscheeks, pulling them apart and digging into her narrow crack from both sides. His heavy chest was pressing her global orbs until they were almost flat.

Patty felt the orgasmic sensation building higher and higher inside her, and then she was finding it difficult to breathe. She pulled her mouth from his, gasping for air and screamed, "AAAAAYYYYY-AAAAANNNNNGGGGGHHHHHUUUUU-RRRRRGGGGGHHHHHAAAAAGGGGHHH . . . HHHHHAAAAAUUUUUGGGGGHHH-AAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!"

The boy's movements were long, slow, and maddening as he tightened his loins, his straining cock deliberately ramming slowly in and out. It eased back its full length, then spiraled forward into her again.

He was feeling it now as well as she. The youth felt a tingling in his loins, and he pulled back once more, powering his ponderous cock into her seething depths.

The lovely teacher was gasping and choking, filled with the overpowering lust of her own orgasm, her body a heatedly writhing thing beneath the strength of his body. One wild sensation followed another as her body began building on top of the initial huge orgasm toward yet a second climax. She remained stiff and unmoving for a moment, then hurled her grasping pussy against his pelvis, trying to suture her body to his. She was gagging with lust, stiffening again and again as she peaked repeatedly. Her squeezing cuntlips surrounded his heavy penis. Then he was bellowing, screaming "AAAAAYYYYYAAAA-RRRRRGGGGGHHHHHUUUUUNNNNN-GGGGGHHHHHAAAAAGGGGGHHHH . . . HHHHHAAAAAUUUUUGGGGGHHHHH-AAAAANNNNNGGGGGHHHHHAAAAA-RRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!"

Heavy splashes of hot white semen began invading her body, filling her vagina until the flood began oozing out of her, pouring from her leaking depths, bubbling out repeatedly. He kept pumping into her until he was completely out of strength, and then he slid from her body.

Patty hoped to be able to relax for a moment, but a big, ugly boy by the name of Raymond, perhaps the dumbest boy in her class, jumped on and took Emery's place, jabbing his rigid cock into her taut cunt. It rode in very smoothly because of the semen flooding her hole.

At the same time one of the other boys, one whose name she never would remember, straddled her breasts, jammed a pillow under her head, and pushed his cock into her mouth. He had a longer cock than Gregg Starr, and it all but choked her to death going down her throat.

Then the real nightmare began.

An hour later all the boys were out of her house. She lay on her bed in puddles of semen, unable to move, exhausted, worn out, surrounded by thirty-six different poses of herself and the principal, and a second set still lay on the coffee table in the living room with the negatives.