Chapter 7
Patty ought to have felt shame, but she didn't. She ought to have been afraid to look straight in the eyes of the five boys who had attacked her, but she wasn't. She was as stern as ever as a teacher, but as good as ever.
Inwardly, changes continued rapidly taking place in Patty. It had come to the point where she was well aware of how much cock she needed. She supposed there was a limit. Five cocks had just about sapped her the previous night, but she had a feeling it would take at least six to do the job next time. Still, one was all that was needed to kill the overpowering craving inside her. But that one wasn't forthcoming so quickly. To begin with, the boys who had attacked her were so convinced she was angry at them, they were the ones afraid to look her directly in the eye.
It wasn't until Friday evening, when she had another date with Dell Parcell, that things began looking up for her, physically. They had a good time dining and dancing, and this time when he brought her home, she invited him inside.
"Well, well, well," Dell smiled, looking around the place. "You have a nice home here. I like it very much."
"Thank you," she said to him. "I appreciate the fact that you like it. It shows very good taste."
"I'd like to think I have good taste in other things," he said to her. "For instance, you. "
"You like me?" she asked, teasingly as they sat in the living room on the sofa.
"Very much."
"How much is very much!" she wanted to know.
"To tell you the truth, I'm so hot for you, I'd like to strip your clothes off right now and make mad passionate love to you."
"Have you ever considered simply asking?"
"Huh?"
"Have you ever considered asking me to let you make love to me?"
"I'll confess I've thought about it, but to be honest with you, I never once thought you would let me ... " Smiling, Patty got to her feet, and very brazenly took off the dress she was wearing, saying, "I'm supposed to say, let me slip into something more comfortable, but that would be a waste of time and energy. Rather than slip into something more comfortable, I would prefer to have something comfortable slip into me."
"Such as?" he asked, staring as she removed her half slip, her pantyhose, and then revealed herself to him in the altogether by removing what was left of her undies.
"Such as, you."
Nakedly she walked over to a velvet-padded chair and sat in it, extending her legs, letting him see their shapeliness.
"Oh honey," he said, getting to his feet, "I think you and I are about due for a talk."
Lust filled his anxious eyes as he stared at her. He knew he was going to fuck her, and he had to admit she had one helluva body.
"Talk?" she asked. "Is that all you're interested in? If all you want to do is talk, let's forget the whole thing. I mean, to be very honest with you I had other things on my mind."
It was obvious from her flushed face that she was becoming more and more aroused just looking at him. He had already removed his suit jacket, leaving it on the sofa. Now he took off his tie and put it on the sofa, as well. Her nipples were already starting to peak, and he hadn't even touched them.
"Well," he smiled, walking over and running his fingers over her bare arm. "To tell you the truth I wanted to do more than just talk." He grabbed her arm and yanked her out of the chair, saying, "Talk can lead to so many other interesting things, can't it. I promise you, before this evening has ended, we'll do a helluva lot more things than talk. You won't be disappointed, honey, you'll see."
"Ohhhhhh ... I think I'm going to like this," she giggled.
"You bet. I didn't want to come out and say it too frankly, but I think honesty is the best policy, don't you agree?"
"Certainly," she nodded.
"Good! Then it won't disturb you if I tell you I'm in the mood to fuck the lovely ass off you, Patty. I'd rather fuck one of you all night, than two delightfully sexy chicks in my building who're probably sitting on a stove, keeping their pussies warm for me. There's something about you that had me hot and bothered right from the first time I saw you. You're special, Patty, really special, and I'm going to fuck you every which way I can. Before this particular evening is over, I'm going to sample almost all your charms, and give you my big lollipop."
"Sounds like lots of fun," she mused.
"What's more, I think I'm going to stay here all night to see just how much of you I can take before wearing out."
"Well, I'm glad you didn't say you intended wearing me out."
"I'm no dummy," he told her. "Wearing you out would be an impossibility for six like me."
"I don't know about that. Six like you might do the trick."
Dell was certain she was teasing him, unaware she was being very frank and open with him. He was getting a vibrant charge just looking at her delightful nakedness, and he was going to fuck her until his cock was unable to stand up any longer.
"Think you're about ready to begin?" he asked.
"Do you really have to ask?" she wanted to know.
"Honey, I'm going to fuck you until my cock falls off. I just hope you don't suddenly change your mind and go goody-goody on me, because I promise you right now, no matter what you do or say, you're going to be fed every last inch of the old black poker."
"I'm interested in seeing the length and breadth of this poker about which you keep talking," she-said to him.
"Right now it's full of starch, and I want you to get the stiffness out, honey."
"Well since I'm apparently the cause for its stiffening, I'm afraid I'll have to be the one to remove the stiffness. But you have to understand that I'm really a good girl who's being forced to do this," she teased.
"I only have your word for the fact that you're a good girl," he said to her.
"You'll find out just how good I am in a little while," she smiled.
"Well now, to begin with, why don't you stand over there and let me take a good look at that lovely body of yours. I mean, I'll be very honest with you, you have a body really worth looking at. I admire it very much. In spite of the fact that you have a lovely hole between your thighs like all women, I have to admit I like looking at the casing."
He stood back as she walked to the bedroom doorway and turned on the bedroom light. She stood there, naked in the doorway, turning from side to side, letting him see all of her, allowing him to note that her flesh was firm from top to bottom, with nothing loosely jiggling. Lord! She was even better looking than the two chocolate ladies in his building with whom he had been making time. Her beautiful breasts were so firm, so upstanding, so delightfully solid. Just looking at her made him feel as if he were looking at a female body for the first time in his life.
He walked over to her, standing near her, admiring the full roundness of her two mammaries, as well as the darkly puckered nipples. He felt his erection growing in his pants by leaps and bounds. She had nice, sweetly rounded shoulders, and her neck was as smooth as a bar of butter. She undid her black hair and let it fall long and loose, and it made her look as if she were a teenager in school instead of a teacher. She was so young, so beautiful, and she had a lithe compactness in spite of the size of her breasts that made him more hungry than ever. As far as he was concerned, she was the ultimate woman, made for fucking.
Her skin tones were a slightly tanned marble laced with the blue of her blood vessels, and her breasts seemed to be tipped with chocolate icing. Her midriff was firm and precisely the same color as her breasts, leading down to a belly as flat as a solid metal plate. It's surface was made even lovelier by the delightfully winking hollow of her lovely, dimpled navel. Below the wonderfully flat and delightful belly was the sparsely black powder-puff of her venereal hair.
The lovely teacher stood tall before him, in no way attempting to cover herself up. She was a regal queen even when dominated by this handsome male, and yes, she was allowing herself to be dominated by him, knowing his domination of her was the quickest way for her to get what she wanted.
"Get that 'yaller' ass over here and undress me," Dell said, smiling at her. "You be quick about it, baby. I'm tellin' you, I want you to do it nice and smooth, makin' me feel good the entire time. We're supposed to have a good time, you and me, and the best way for that to happen is for the both of us to have fun. So come on, sweetlips."
"Oh my!" she laughed, mockingly. "The big black man is actually threatening me . . . well, almost, anyway. Is this the way you treat all your women?"
"I'm not threatening you, sweetlips. As for how I treat my other women, I don't ask how you treat other men 'cause it's none of my business. So don't you ask how I treat other women, dig?"
"Yes, lord and master," she nodded, teasingly. "However, it should be noted that since I can't ask questions, I'm doing this under protest."
"Protest your beautiful 'yaller' ass off, but come ahead and do it anyway."
"Mmmmmmm! Under one condition."
"Oh?" Dell asked. "Just what might that condition be?"
Tomorrow morning, before you leave this house, no matter how weak you feel you are, you have to make love to me again."
"That's a condition I can live with," he smiled. "But tell me, what if you wear the old pecker down to a limp state and it won't rise to the occasion?"
"Why then, I leave it to your imagination, kind sir. However, one way or another, before you walk out of my bedroom tomorrow morning, you have to make this yaller girl a happy yaller girl. Do we have an agreement"
"We sure do. You're my kind of woman, Patty. All kidding aside, you're someone special, really special."
"I hope so," she said to him. "I'm starting to like you too, Dell. Nothing really serious, yet, but you are special."
"I'm glad. Hey, since I'm already agreeing to grant you the favor you asked for, I'm taking it for granted this means I can get anything and everything I want from you."
"Anything and everything," she nodded. "Tell me, just what is it that you want at the present time?"
"Don't rush me, baby," he said, smiling. "I want to really enjoy myself. I'll take what I want when I want it, and you'll just do everything I say. Dig?"
"I dig," Patty nodded. "I think this is going to be one of my more interesting evenings."
"I hope to make it the most interesting evening of your entire life," he told her, totally unaware her mind was already drifting back to when she was being manhandled by two boys at the same time and enjoying it. You know, you're a woman to be wary of."
"Why should you be wary of me?" Patty asked. "You know I would never do anything to hurt you, Dell. It's not in me to harm anyone," she insisted, kneeling and unlacing his shoes. "Am I asking too much for you to see that I get a good, solid bit of lovemaking in the morning following a good, solid bit of lovemaking at night? I thought you had a lot of stamina in you. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm under the impression you can just about control any woman alive with your magic wand."
"Precisely as I intend controlling you," the handsome black man insisted.
"From what I've heard amongst the other female teachers you have quite a reputation," she said to him. "You've supposedly slept with quite a few of them, and from what I understand many of them are gloriously thrilled with your abilities. I'm merely as to whether or not you're able to live up to your reputation."
"Honey," he assured her. "You just relax and be certain you're going to get every last little bit of fucking you deserve. Lordy am I going to love you."
From what I hear among the students, you're an advocate of some of the lesser drugs. Do you use them to enhance your abilities?"
Honey, you don't understand," he told her as she took off his socks. "As long as something doesn't make a kid a drag on society or impair his mental faculties, I see no reason why he can't use them. As for myself, well I don't need drugs, sweetheart. I confess to having tried a little pot now and again, but really I don't need it to stimulate my body. I keep going on natural stamina, and you're about to find it all out for yourself. Don't worry about my having something left over for tomorrow. No matter how much lovemaking we indulge in tonight, tomorrow we'll enjoy a really good go-round. But so far, all we've done is talk about it, and I think it's time you and I got down to the action, sweetheart."
"You have a point there," she nodded, and still kneeling, pulled his pants and undershorts all the way to his ankles and his aching penis jacknifed out as if it were the springloaded switchblade owned by Randy Potts. It was vibrating, all long, black, and swollen, aching for some action with the lovely caramel-colored woman. "Oh do you ever have a point there," she murmured, staring.