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Date: Thu, 03 Nov 2005 15:10:01 -0500
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A Teacher's tale

   Shooter3704



   (Author's note: This is another story based on reader input.  Thanks
Abby.  I'm always happy to get ideas and suggestions.  Of course it's all
fiction.  I know you know better then to engage in unprotected sex because
you know it could be deadly.  Be careful out there....Shooter)





   I have a driving need to tell this story.  I've felt the need to tell it
for a long time but could not summons up the courage until now.  I'll start
by telling you about myself.  I'm Abby Collins.  I was born Abigail Greene
in a small middle American town.  Growing up in Smallville, USA was
wonderful and I didn't even know that there weren't any black families
around until I was older.  I suppose I first became aware of it in junior
high.

   As far as I know there was no reason for the absents of blacks in my
hometown.  There just wasn't anything to attract them I guess.  My point is
I grew up without any interaction with blacks.  Believe it or not I saw my
first real live black person when I went to a small community college. 
There were maybe half a dozen black students there.  The black students
mostly kept to themselves and there was not much contact with them.



   I got a degree from that college and decided I wanted to be a teacher.
My degree wasn't in that field so I went back to school at a large state
university.  There were a lot of blacks there but again I didn't have much
to do with them.



   At the university I met, fell in love with and married a great guy.  A
professor at the university as a matter of fact.  John was several years my
senior.  That marriage went into the ditch after only three years.  It's
amazing in retrospect that it took so long to discover that we had nothing
in common.



   I wasn't a virgin when John and I got married, but I was rather
inexperienced in sexual matters.  My previous experiences were mostly the
backseat fumbling category.  I discovered that I liked sex with John and he
taught me a lot.  As a matter of fact he taught a lot of young women a lot
about sex.  John had a lot of trouble keeping his pecker in his pants.



   After John and I divorced, I got a job teaching in a high school not
many miles from my hometown.  There I met, fell in love and married again.
That time was for real, of that I was sure.  My new husband was also
several years older than I.  Twelve years older as a matter of fact. 
Albert Collins was a high school guidance counselor at my school.  The
marriage was real for nearly nine years until I had to have a radical
hysterectomy.  Then it all changed for both Albert and I.



   While I was recovering from the operation Albert jumped the fence and
had an affair.  I could have forgave him infidelity, but he didn't seem to
care if I forgave him or not.  I think, in his mind, that the hysterectomy
had rendered me less than a real woman.  He never said so in words, but I
think it's the basis for his actions.  Even after I recovered and returned
to teaching Albert continued to be unfaithful.  I suppose that's where my
story really starts.



   I was faced with a decision.  Ignore his actions and continue on with my
life or go through another divorce.  I took the cowards way out.  I simply
ignored his affairs and pressed on.



   Then Thomas Cook entered the picture.  Thomas Cook came to my school in
the fall as a substitute teacher and assistant football coach.  Tom had to
be noticed because he is huge.  Six and a half feet tall, with a loud
booming laugh.  The fact that he is black just added to the.I don't know
exactly how to describe it.  Attraction, interest, appeal?  Maybe it was
because Tom Cook was almost the exact opposite of Albert.  Substitute
teachers are assigned to a regular full time teacher the first term of
school.  The idea is to get them used to policies, and procedure.  By luck
of the draw I was assigned to Thomas Cook as his temporary mentor.



   I'll admit that there was something there and it struck me on our first
meeting.  When he took my relatively small hand in his huge one I felt a
tingle.  I dismissed it as just something that happened because he was the
first black person that I had ever touched.  That wasn't it entirely
because I felt the same tingle every time I got near him.  I did nothing to
encourage Tom because I wasn't sure about anything.  I knew he was single
but I also knew I wasn't.  One adulterer in the family was enough, or so I
thought.



   One afternoon I had some papers for Tom and I took they to the Gym to
give them to him That was how James Berry came into the mix.  Tom and James
were friends and I met James when I delivered the papers.  James and Tom
were very much alike.  Both big, both black.  The only initial difference
was that James was quieter, more reserved than Tom.  Tom introduced me to
his friend and I learned that James was a businessman.  He owned several
local businesses.  After a few minutes of small talk, I concluded my
business and left the two big black men.  I was nearly out of the gym when
I realized I had forgotten to inform Tom about a teachers meeting the next
morning.  I turned and started back.  When I got to the door of the coaches
offices I overheard them talking and when it dawned on me they were
discussing me I stopped and unashamedly eavesdropped.



   "Man, that is one nice looking woman," James said.  "Great tits and ass.
Got a hot fuckin' body on her."



   "Fuckin' fine looking woman," Tom agreed.  "Gives me a hard-on every
time I get around her.  I'd give anything to cram my cock in her little
white snatch and fuck her." I stood absolutely still, my heart pounding and
my face aflame.  Part of me wanted to charge in and give them a piece of my
mind.  That other part of me felt all warm and glowing because a man, two
men actually, found me attractive.  The very idea that any man found me
desirable was an alien feeling for me.



   "You got a plan of attack, yet?" I heard James inquire.



   "Naw, not yet, but I'd sure like to spread her legs and get some of that
pussy," Tom answered.  "She ain't got any idea what I like to do to her."



   "I think I'd have to eat her cunt," James offered.  "She's defiantly
table grade.



   Thomas Cook laughed, "Yeah, brings up that old question don't it?  Eat
up your fuckin' or fuck up your eating."



   "I'd have to do both," James said with a chuckle.  It dawned on me that
their voices were becoming louder because they were approaching my
position. I turned and ran from the gym.



   I thought about their conversation all the way home.  I was both
disgusted and excited in equal parts.  It was somewhat of a surprise when I
discovered that I was wet.  The crude talk between the two men had caused
my pussy to become moist.  I realized that it hadn't happened for a long
time.  Sex between Albert and I had dwindled and finally dried up to the
occasional hurried groping once every couple of months or so.  Albert had
other outlets for his sex drive, and I didn't have a sex drive.  Or so I
thought.



   I called Thomas Cook and got his voice mail.  I left a message telling
him about the early morning teacher's meeting.  Just hearing his voice
caused me to become even wetter than I was.



   I couldn't hardly sleep that night because of the conversation I had
overheard.  I played and replayed it over and over in my mind.  The idea
that not one but two men wanted me was hard to get a handle on.  Finally
sometime after midnight I got up and went to the bathroom.  I looked at
myself in the full length mirror.  I wanted to see what had attracted Tom
and James to me.



   Thirty four years old, natural blonde, figure still pretty good.  My
thirty-eight C cup breasts didn't sag very much.  Nipples still perked up
when stroked.  I'm pale because I don't get a lot of sun.  It dawned on me
that I didn't even own a swim suit any longer.  I observed that my muscles
could stand some toning and I resolved to get myself in better shape.  I
also noticed that with the exception of a few minor wrinkles and laugh
lines I still would be considered pretty.  While standing there examining
myself I suddenly got very angry.  Angry at Albert and at myself.  I was an
attractive vibrant woman and I deserved more than I was getting.  I started
to go to Albert's room and demand he have sex with me, but I stopped before
I even got out of the bathroom.  No, that wasn't what I wanted.  Not yet
anyway.  I had some things to do first.

   ***



   The next morning I stopped at a gym and signed up.  I also signed up for
their tanning bed service.  I stopped at a fancy boutique and bought myself
a daring bikini.  That last stop caused me to be a few minutes late for the
meeting.  I took the only seat available which was next to Thomas Cook.



   "Hey, Abby," Tom whispered, "Just show up when you can if you can't make
it on time." For some unexplained reason that caused me to giggle.  I'm not
a giggler so it surprised me.  It caused some of the other teachers to turn
and stare at me.



   Not having children and a husband that came and went as he saw fit, left
me with a lot of free time.  I went to the gym right after school and
worked out for a while.  That made me so sore I could hardly move the next
morning.  I almost gave up on exercising as a bad idea, but I didn't.  My
natural stubbornness saw me through.  Fortunately it got easier after the
first few weeks.  In fact after the first month I got so that I looked
forward to going to the gym.



   Frankly my effort didn't appear to be doing anything for me that I could
see.  It wasn't until one of the teachers mentioned that I looked good that
I noticed anything.  In fact several teachers mentioned I seemed to have
more spring in my step and that I had a healthy glow.  Everybody noticed
except for Albert.  If he did notice, he didn't say anything to me.



   I assumed the glow came from the tan I was acquiring.  I took it very
slow in the tanning bed because being blonde I burn easy.  I also tan
nicely and when I looked in my bathroom mirror again I could see definite
tan lines.  Abby Collins was looking good.



   Over Christmas break I spent even more time in the gym.  By that time I
had a finely toned body.  I didn't want a muscle builders body.  I just
wanted to look and feel good.  I spent a lot of the gym time helping other
women get in shape.  It felt good to be able to help someone else.



   During all that time Thomas, not needing a mentor and longer, still
called me nearly every day with some question.  Because I'm not dim-witted
I knew he was making an effort to keep contact with me.  When we met he was
always friendly and never even got close to being out of line.  A fact I
both appreciated and resented.  I wanted to yell at him that I knew he
wanted some of my pussy.



   One day as spring was trying to make an appearance, I was walking from
one building to the administrative offices when Thomas caught up with me.



   "Isn't this a great day?" he asked.  I told him it was a very great day.
"So what does Abby Collins do to unwind?" I told him I went to the gym and
worked out.  "That a good way to unwind," he said.  "I do it myself
sometimes.  I was wondering if you would like to join me for a drink some
time after work." I formed a 'no' in my mind, but found my mouth apparently
had other ideas.



   "Sure, I'd love to," my mouth said.  "Say where and when." Abby Collins,
what in hell are you doing?', I thought to myself.  'Are you out of your
ever-lovin' mind'?



   "Great," Tom said in his booming voice.  "The Shamrock club, today at
five o'clock.  See you there." He peeled away and took another sidewalk
away from me before I could undo what I had done.



   The Shamrock Club, where I had not intended on being, was a nice little
lounge catering to the young, the restless, and the up and coming from that
part of the city.  I told myself I only came to tell Tom in person that
this couldn't happen.  At least that's what I told myself.  Didn't I owe
him the courtesy of telling him in person?



   It never fails to surprise me the bullshit we can try to sell ourselves.
Deep down I knew that I was there because I wanted to spend some time with
the big black man.  I told myself that at least he found me attractive and
even desirable.  I saw Tom sitting at a table toward the back.  He got up
as I approached him.



   "Name your poison," he said when I was seated.  His big grin was
infectious and I smiled back at him.  He laughed out loud when I told him I
wanted a beer.  I like beer.  I prefer it over any other alcoholic
beverage. Maybe it's not lady-like but meeting a man who is not your
husband for drinks isn't either.



   Over our beer I found myself giving Thomas Cook my life story.  Over the
third round and without realizing it, I even told him about Albert's
cheating on me.



   "Man's a fool," Tom said shaking his head.  "Out looking for a hot dog
when he's got steak at home.  Can't figure some people."



   "Thank you kind sir," I said, realizing my tongue was a little thick. 
"I'm assuming 'steak' was a compliment." He assured me that he certainly
meant it as a compliment.  I asked him why there wasn't a wife in his life.



   "Had one," he said.  "Didn't work out.  She wanted me to use my
education to make a lot of money.  I wanted to coach football and teach and
we know there isn't any money there.  When she figured out I was going to
coach and teach she hauled ass out of town and out of my life.  I took a
few coaching jobs here and there and I finally got here where you are."



   Such a simple statement and yet it made my chest swell.  I realized that
it was partially the beer and partly the fact I was lonely and feeling
neglected, but I was basking in his attention.  When he suggested that we
go to his place I didn't act coy or even hesitant.  I said yes and followed
him to his apartment.



   To say that the sex was great would be an understatement.  Tom proved to
be an excellent lover and that coupled with the illicit act of sex with a
man of another race made it all the better.  In one two hour period he
caused me to reach more orgasms than I had experience ed in the previous
several years total.  By the time I got home I was still tingling and
flushed from the intense sex.  My pussy felt alive and real.



   Albert was watching the TV and he didn't hardly look up when I entered.
I had to wonder why he couldn't see that I had a just and well fucked look
about me.  I doubted that he would have noticed if I had arrived naked with
sperm dripping from by body.  At that moment I realized that there was no
love between us any longer.  Albert and were simply sharing a house.  That
thought made me sad but the sadness quickly turned into indignation.  Fuck
him and the horse he rode in on.

   ***



   From that afternoon Tom and I spent a lot of time together.  Because of
convention we didn't meet in public any longer, but his apartment worked
fine for what we were doing.  It made a great illicit love nest.  I'm sure
that neither Tom or I were "in" love with each other.



   Thomas was a great teacher and I discovered I was an eager student of
his sex.101 and the more advance courses he was more than willing to teach.
He taught me so many things I had heard about but never experienced for
myself.  Anal sex was one such course of study.  Giving oral sex to
completion and swallowing the semen was another.  I also learned there were
other positions besides the man on top position.  He taught me to lick his
ass and to suck on his huge balls.  I also learned a lot of new words. 
Cunt, fuck, and cock to name a few.  Of course I had heard the words
before, but Tom taught me to use them.  He insisted that I tell him to fuck
me.  To put his nigger cock in my white cunt and fuck the shit out of me.
It took a long time for me to get remotely comfortable with the N word.



   I put Tom's considerable experience to good use over the next few
months. Most of our meetings were after school or in the early evenings. 
One day Tom insisted I spend the night with him.  I agreed to stay the
night with Tom because it was a Friday night and Albert was off on some
trip or maybe shacked up with one of his whores.  I wasn't sure and didn't
really care.



   That night was an eye opener for me.  I knew Tom was a great lover, but
I hadn't realized how much so.  The man literally fucked me all night long,
and his cock never got completely soft.  It was something completely
different to me for a man to just keep going and going and going.  I loved
every minute of it.A When he wasn't in me he was talking about being in me,
telling me what he wanted to do to me.  I don't think there was a single
minute he wasn't touching me somewhere.

   ***



   I got home Saturday morning and was surprised to find Albert was there.
Albert was not a happy camper.



   "Where have you been?" Albert demanded when I walked in the door.  It
crossed my mind to make up a lie, but the thought vanished as soon as it
appeared.



   "Out," I answered, brushing by him.



   "Out where?" he yelled at my back.



   "Out getting fucked," I answered over my shoulder.  "You know what that
is don't you, Albert?  You've been doing it enough to your little whores so
you should know." I was a little shocked when he ran after me, grabbed my
arm, and stop me.



   "What are you saying?" he yelled at me.  "What do you mean 'my whores'?"
His eyes grew large when I started naming names.  Alice, Melissa, Mary, and
so forth.  I removed his fingers from my arm none too gently and went up
the stairs to the shower.  I didn't look back but I knew he was staring
after me.  For some unexplained reason I felt good about the confrontation.
I'm not a vengeful person, but enough is enough.



   Albert was waiting for me in the kitchen when I got through showering
and got dressed in a pair of hip-hugger jeans.  I purposely didn't wear a
bra under the man's white shirt.  Also purposely, I didn't button the two
top buttons.  I wanted Albert to see what he had been ignoring.



   "I think we need to talk," he said calmly.  I poured a cup of coffee and
sat down across the table from him.



   "So talk, Albert," I said.



   "Who is he?" Albert finally blurted after a few false starts.



   "You don't know him," I lied.  Of course they knew one another because
they both worked at the same school.



   "How long has it.whatever it is, been going on?"



   "Couple of months."



   "Is it serious?"



   "Fucking should always be serious, don't you think?" I responded. 
"Aren't you serious when you're out fucking around?"



   "What about us?" Albert is the master at avoiding answering any question
he doesn't want to answer.



   "Albert," I said suddenly weary of the line of conversation.  "There
hasn't been an 'us' since you started your womanizing.  For the last three
years I've overlooked what you've done.  I know that everybody at the
school knows and I know I must be the laughing stock of the whole damned
town.  I can't imagine from where you summons this indignation.  Do you
have any idea how many times people have told me about you and your whores?
Well fuck you, Albert!  Anytime you don't like what I'm doing, don't let
the door hit you in the ass on your way out."



   "I've always been discrete.  I've."



   "That bullshit and we both know it!" I exploded.  "You've never been the
least bit discrete.  I'm surprised you managed to keep your position at the
school.  Some of your floozies aren't even old enough to be legal." I got
to my feet.  "I have a date."



   "With who?" Albert demanded.  I ignored his question and started out. 
"I may not be here when you get back," he yelled at me.  I stopped and
turned back to him.



   "Frankly, Albert, I couldn't care less," I said.  It was a little
surprising, but I found I really didn't care.  I grabbed my pocketbook and
went out the door.



   Once in the car I had to give some thought to where I was going.  Since
I really didn't have a date I decided to have lunch and go to a movie. 
After a leisurely lunch and on a sudden impulse, I decided to go by Tom's
place and see if he wanted to go to a movie with me.  I would have called
but in my haste to leave the house, I left my cell phone laying on my
dresser.



   I was surprised when my knock was answered by James Berry opening the
door.  I had seen James a few times since that day in the gym but not to
talk to.



   "Well look who's here," he said opening the door wide.  "Come in, Abby.
Tom's changing clothes.  We were going out for drinks."



   I stammered and sputtered trying to come up with a reason why I was
knocking on Tom's door.  I'm not sure what I managed to say.  Tom came out
of the bedroom buttoning his shirt.



   "Hi Abby," Tom said.  "This is a surprise, but a nice one." He came over
and planted a long deep kiss on my lips.  I was so flustered I didn't know
what to do or what to say.  It shouldn't have been a surprised that Tom
didn't have a secret from his friend, James.  I decided to hell with it and
returned Tom's kiss.  I think we gave James quite a show.  When I finally
came up for air James was grinning at us.  I managed to explain that I was
at loose ends and had stopped by to see if Tom wanted to take in a movie or
something.



   "That 'something' sounds better than a movie," Tom said with a leer.  I
blushed when I realized what he meant.  "James and I were going out for a
drink.  Why don't you join us?" I protested that I didn't want to interfere
with their plans but they both insisted that I join them.  I noticed that
James's eyes seemed fixed on my chest and then I remembered that I wasn't
wearing a bra and the shirt was sort of sheer.  Being kissed so soundly by
Tom had caused my nipple to spike and they were plainly visible.



   "I'm not dressed to go out," I said putting my arm across my breasts.



   "Nonsense," Tom said pulling my arms down and holding them away from my
breasts.  "You look great, don't she, James?" James agreed with Tom.



   "Abby looks like a million buck in any man's money," James said.  "We're
just going to the Domino Club for a while.  Nobody dresses up there."



   The next thing I knew we were all in the front seat of James's car,
speeding down the highway.  I asked them about the Domino Club.



   "It's a nice place where you can go have a drink," James said.  "It's
mostly all black and of course the white friends of us black folks.  You
can get a nice meal and on weekends there's a live band.  The band doesn't
start for a while so we can sit, have a couple drinks and shoot the
breeze." I admitted it sounded nice.



   The Domino Club was nice but there was a conspicuous absents of white
people out of the thirty or so people.  I saw two or maybe three and they
were all women.  I couldn't help but feel conspicuous.  James led us to a
table and we ordered.  Actually James ordered for all of us.  A domino
special he called it.  Since I didn't have a chance to order my usual beer
I took his lead.  The special was actually pretty good.  Some sort of fruit
juice with a kick.  A powerful kick, and I made a mental note to take it
easy on the specials.



   "So how did you two meet?" I asked them.



   "A long, long time ago," James answered.  "Back in the stone age, I
think."



   "We grew up together," Tom supplied.  "We were born only a few minutes
apart and our mothers lived next door to one another.  We went all the way
through high school together and we separated a while.  Mister Berry here
got a scholarship to some little Ivy League school while I went to the
state university."



   "Not sure I'd call Brown University a little school," James said.  "We
stayed in touch during our college days and lo and behold we met again
after college.  The government let us join up in Kuwait.  They were kind
enough to let us go fight for the American oil industry.  After we
liberated all the ten-w-thirty, Tom went off to teach, or whatever he calls
it.  I knocked around here and.I guess I've done all right."



   "Got more money than the law allows," Ton spoke up.  "Owns about half
the businesses in town."



   "Not so," James said playfully punching his friend on the arm.  "I have
a few business concerns and plan on having more."



   Over a few more of the Domino specials the talk became more.loose, I
guess we could call it.  At least more frank.  I had excused myself and
made a trip to the john.  When I returned James and Tom stopped whatever
they were talking about and both got a guilty look on their faces.



   "And just what did I interrupt?" I asked.  "Were you guys talking about
me?"



   "Yes ma'am, guilty," Tom said.  "I was just telling James what a nice
person you are." I didn't believe that for a second, but I let it go.  I
had a suspicion that they were discussing me all right, but I thought it
was more personal then what a nice person I was.  I wondered how I thought
about two big black men discussing my sex life.  Strangely enough, I didn't
really mind.  I was reveling in my new found sense of freedom.



   "Tom tells me you have a streak of adventurism in you," James said a
short while later.  I wasn't sure what that entailed, but I nodded anyway.
"Good, I like a woman that looks for new and exciting things."



   "I don't know so much about new and exciting," I said.  "Exactly what
does that mean?"



   "You know, new people, new things, living out on the edge.  That sort of
thing.  Maybe trying the odd and the unusual." I liked the sound of that,
but again I didn't believe it.  I'm not willing to get too close to any
edge.



   "I say again, what exactly does that mean?"



   "I told James about you and me," Tom said lowering his voice a couple of
notches to just a roar.  "I told him how much you had learned and how much
you enjoyed it."



   "Tom told me that you've turned into a wildcat in bed," James added. 
Again I analyzed that and found that it didn't bother me at all.  "Ol' Tom
thinks you're too much woman for any one man.  We were thinking maybe you'd
like to see how you do with two men."



   That statement really got my attention.  Two men?  At the same time?  I
had heard about threesomes, but I had never envisioned me being involved in
one.  I looked at Tom and then at James.  Both were handsome and both had
an appeal for me.  Could I?  Would I dare?



   "You propose to.share me with your friend?  Is that what I'm getting
here?" I asked Tom.



   "Yes," he answered returning my look.  "James and I have always shared
with each other.  Everything except his money.  He's tight-fisted with his
cash."



   "You're lieing and we both know it," James responded calmly.  He looked
at me, "Abby, Tom and I both believe in the adage that joy shared is joy
doubled.  Pleasure shared is pleasure doubled.  It is the way we were
raised, and ingested with mother's milk.  I mean that literally.  We shared
our mother's breast milk.  We don't remember it of course, but our mothers
told us that sometimes one or the other nursed both of us at the same time"



   "I'll think about it," I managed to say.  Wow, what a proposition! 
During our stay at the domino club our table was visited by a lot of men.
All black and all seemingly friendly with James.



   "Do you know everybody here?" I asked him.



   "Just about, I guess," James said with a laugh.  "Do not be deceived,
Abby.  Most of those men come here to check you out.  You are certainly
worth checking out." Tom gave a loud and sincere sounding amen.  I couldn't
remember ever being the object of appraisal by any group of men, let alone
a large group of black men.  Having had my attention called to it I could
see that many of them seemed to be watching me.  I discovered I liked the
attention.



   "Unbutton a couple more buttons on your shirt, Abby," Tom said.  "If
they are going to look, give then something to see." What an outrageous
suggestion, yet it appealed to me.  Maybe it was the Domino specials or
maybe it was the suggestion from the men that I was the adventurous sort.
More likely I'm a latent exhibitionist trying to come into the light. 
Anyway, I undid two buttons, and looked at Tom who indicated I should do
another one.  I did and noticed when I looked down that if I moved too
quickly my boobs would come completely out of the shirt.  I started to
button the last button but James stopped me.



   "No, Abby," he said quietly.  "You have big beautiful breasts.  Let the
world see them, please."



   "But I look like a slut with by boobs nearly hanging out," I protested.
"I do have some modesty, you know."



   "Do you now?" James asked with a smile.  "You are here in a
predominately black club in the company of two black men.  You have had sex
with one of them and are considering having sex with both of them.  Let us
and the other brothers see your beautiful white titties, Abby." About that
time the waitress, a young pretty black woman, delivered another round of
specials.



   "Great rack, honey," the waitress said looking at my chest.  "I wish my
tits were that nice." I should have been mortified, but strangely I wasn't.
Her comment pleased me greatly.  I realized that after her comment, I sat
up a little straighter.



   "What is your favorite position for sex?" James asked me.



   "Any," I answered with a grin.  "And all."



   "But one is your favorite, isn't it?" James insisted.  I thought about
if a moment.



   "Doggy style, I think," I answered him.  "But I also like being on top,
too."



   "Do you prefer to be fucked in your ass in the doggy position or some
other?" Damn, the conversation had turned personal, but I answered anyway.



   "Not sure about that.  Anal sex is still fairly new to me.  For regular
sex, I like it best when I'm on top.  I can kinda control how deep and how
soon." I couldn't hardly believe that I, Abby Collins, teacher and wife,
was sitting and talking about sex with two black guys.  With my tits nearly
exposed, I mentally added.



   When nature called me again, I went to the restroom aware that nearly
every pair of eyes followed me.  At first I tried to walk softly so that my
unfettered breasts wouldn't sway so much.  I soon gave up on that and let
them loose to do as they wanted.  There were several whistles as I made my
way across the crowded room.  I was nearly running by the time I got to the
restroom.



   I peed and also discovered that I was moist.  My pussy was soaked and so
were my panties.  I removed the wet panties and tossed them in the trash
can.  While washing my hands, I saw me in the mirror.  I looked like a
slut. A flushed slut at that.  I experimented and found that by tying the
shirt tails together I could limit how much the shirt opened when I walked.
I started out and then stopped.  I went back in front of the mirror and
untied the shirt.  I laughed at myself.  "You tease," I said to myself out
loud.  "You want them to see your tits." I undid the remaining two buttons
and left the restroom.



   When I got back to our table I saw that another man was with Tom and
James.  He was even larger than either of them.  Huge with a large bald
head and when he smiled at me I saw a lot of gold teeth.



   "Abby, this is Ike," James introduced him.  "Ike is a business associate
of mine.  He wanted to come over and meet you."



   "Hi, Abby," the large creature said in a deep gravely voice.  "You are
one fine lookin' woman.  You ever need a job, call me."



   James laughed," Ike, I don't think Abby is interested in being a
stripper.  She's a school teacher."



   "I got some teachers moonlightin' with me.  I guarantee you can make
more in a week strippin' than you can in a month at teachin'.  Somethin' to
think about, huh?" I wondered if I knew any of the teachers he was talking
about.



   "How much?" I asked.  That had to be the Domino specials talking.



   "Part time, maybe fifteen or twenty grand a year.  Full time, double it
and add a few grand.  Some women make more and some make less.  Depends on
a lot of things.  I got a couple gals that make seventy grand and more a
year." I couldn't believe my ears.  That kind of money just for taking your
clothes off to music?  It made my teacher's income seem measly.



   "Thanks for stopping by, Ike," James said with a grin.  "You came to get
a look at her boobs, so here you go." James reached over and pulled my
shirt completely open exposing my breasts to the man's leering eyes.



   "Stop that," I said closing my shirt from Ike's gaze.  I wasn't at all
upset at James and I knew I should have been.  "Later," I added to take the
sting out of it.



   By the time we left the Domino Club I was feeling no pain and it was a
good thing I had two big men to hold on to.  Because I knew they were
watching, I gave the customers a little more wiggle as I walked.

   ***



   We had no more than got in the car and Tom had my shirt completely open
and biting a nipple.  When we stopped at a traffic light, James used that
time to also bite and fondle my boobs.  By the time we got to Tom's
apartment I was sizzling hot from their activities.  I knew that I was not
going to be ask again about sex with both James and Tom.AI was going to
have sex with them.  At some point that was hazy to me, the matter had been
settled.



   They had me naked within seconds of entering the apartment.  Seconds
later they both were also naked.  While I considered Tom as having a large
cock, James was really big.  At least a couple inched longer and a lot
thicker.  I had been moist but when I saw his beautiful cock, I gushed.  It
was big, it was coal black, and it was the most beautiful thing I'd ever
seen.  To me it was an object that poems are written about



   Without ceremony I was taken to the bed and placed sideways with my legs
hanging over the side.  James positioned himself between my legs with his
mouth firmly attached to my pussy.  I love to have my pussy eaten and James
went at it as if he also liked oral sex.  Tom got on the bed and offered me
his cock which I gratefully took in my mouth.  Having a cock in my mouth
and a talented tongue in my pussy was the first of many firsts for me that
night.  In fact the whole night was a kaleidoscope of delightful, erotic,
and forbidden things.



   James and Tom were different in so many ways.  Tom is loud, rough, and
goes about sex with some sense of inter-urgency.  James, on the other hand,
is soft spoken, easy going, and gentle.  He eased that huge cock in me
slowly until I adjusted to the vastness of it.  and he fucked me as if he
had all the time in the world.  I had an earth shaking orgasm on his third
or forth stroke.  It was the most intense climax of my life.  I actually
saw bright lights and all kind of fireworks.  I had several of those big
wonderful orgasms while James fucked me.  He remembered what I told them
about my favorite positions and he took me the first time while I was on my
hands and knees.  His big cock reached places that had never been touched
by a cock.  Real cock or otherwise.  James never hurried even when he was
ready to cum, and when he ejected, he flooded me with his seed.



   I didn't have but a brief moment of respite before Tom was on me. 
Again, the differences in the two men were astounding.  Tom pounded in and
out of me like there was some sort of time limit.  Of the two different
styles I can't say which I like best.  Both were simply breathtaking. 
After Tom empted his seed in me I had to use the shower to clean up.  Their
combined cum was pouring out of my swollen pussy.  I was still reeling when
I came out of the shower, but the night was only beginning.



   "A vision," James said when I appeared before them.  "A beautiful sight
to behold."



   "Damned right," Tom said.  "I want you to see her take my cock in her
ass.  Abby is a natural born ass slut." I know it silly, but I love it when
Tom calls me a slut.  The shoe fit and I was willing to wear it.  I was a
slut.  Tom steered me back to the bed and bent me over it.  He applied some
lubricant and rammed his cock in my butt.  I'll admit that anal sex still
wasn't a favorite thing to do, but lo and behold I came quickly from his
ass fucking.  I had closed my eyes when Tom started and when I opened them
James was laying on the bed watching me closely.  I smiled at him and he
smiled back.



   "You are so beautiful it hurts me," James said.  "I love the expression
you have while Tom fucks your ass.  Do you think you can handle my cock in
your ass?"



   "Yes," I answered him immediately.  "I want you in my ass, James."



   "I have her opened up pretty good," Tom announced.  "Come on and plug
her ass, James.  It's so tight it'll nearly squeeze your cock off."



   "On your back, Abby," James said while putting some lube on his massive
black pole.  "I want to see your face when I put my black cock in your
white ass." I quickly rolled over and pulled my legs back and spread my
butt cheeks.



   "Yeah, baby," I said when James put the head of his cock to my ass. 
"Put it in and fuck me.  Fuck my ass, big boy." As expected, James was much
gentler than Tom.  He slowly forced his cock past the muscle ring and very
slowly eased his cock in me.  As he put his cock in me his eyes gazed into
mine.  God!  I nearly passed out.  Not so much from the pain, but from the
feeling of being so full.  What little pain there was quickly faded and a
feeling of intense pleasure came over me.  I came several times while James
butt fucked me.  On my back, on my knees, and then with me on top of him.



   "Time to double up," Tom said.  He told me to turn around and face him
while still keeping James's cock in my butt.  When I was turned around,
James pulled me back against his chest and Tom got up on the bed.  I was
ready to suck him but that wasn't his intention at all.  No indeed.  He put
his cock in my pussy!  I can not begin to describe the feeling of what they
did to me.  One cock in my pussy was great.  One cock in my ass was great,
but having a cock in each hole was totally out of this world.  I did pass
out for a few moments when I came the first time.  I didn't think what we
did was even possible but boy was it ever!



   The rest of the night I had one or two big black cocks in me almost all
the time.  I either went to sleep or fainted about three o'clock in the
morning.  I was awaken by James tickling my clit.



   "Good morning lover," James said softly to me.  "Have a nice sleep?"



   "As a matter of fact, I did," I answered.  "What time is it?"



   "Nearly noon.  Tom is out for a run.  How about I make us an omelet?"



   "Sounds wonderful," I said.  "But if you don't stop playing with me,
I'll pee all over both of us." He kissed me and laughed then told me to
shower and he'd start breakfast for all of us.



   It took me a while to wash the accumulated sperm and other bodily fluids
off and out of me.  My pussy was still puffy and my butt was a little
tender, but otherwise I was suffering no ill effects from the night of
debauchery.  In fact I felt just fabulous.  As I got out of the shower, Tom
charged in, giving my boobs a quick squeeze as we passed.



   "You are simply great, Abby," Tom said.  "Best piece of ass I ever had."
A few months earlier that remark would have pissed me off, but now it
didn't.  I loved his praise and took no exception to it.  I was a great
piece of ass.



   After brunch we sat at the table and talked for a while.  I was curious
about the two men.  I would have thought that there would have been some
degree of jealousy between them about me.  There hadn't even been any
semi-serious competition between them.  They were completely at ease with
each other and with me.  Every aspect of the sex was all in good fun.  It
wasn't long before the table conversation turned to sex and I could tell
from the way Tom looked that the talking wouldn't last very long.  It
didn't.



   We spent most of the afternoon engaged in sex play.  Later, Tom insisted
that he make pictures of us while we fucked and while I sucked.  I
protested, but not much.  I trusted Tom to be discrete.  He took digital
photos of me and James then James took photos of Tom and I.  They had me
posed in ways I would have bet I would never do for anybody.  Tom wanted to
get some close ups of cum dripping out of my pussy.  There was plenty for
him to photograph.  Both Tom and James came in bucketfuls and never seem to
run out of the stuff.  Before I left that evening Tom printed a few and
gave them to me.  He joked that I could give them to Albert as a gift.  I
didn't think that was a good idea.  One the photos he printed was me with
my legs pulled back and clearly showed my face and gapping, dripping pussy.
James big cock was in the foreground.

   ***



   I was just a little surprised to find Albert was home when I got there.
He looked at me with a cold silent glare when I came in.  I gave him a
pleasant hello and continued on upstairs.  Albert followed me up.



   "You know this can't go on," was his opening remark.



   "Of course it can, Albert," I answered.  "It's been going on every since
I was in the hospital and you went off with.hell, I don't even remember her
name.  While I was recovering from a serious operation you spent the
weekend with a bimbo.  Don't tell me it can't go on." Albert sputtered a
while before he started to form understandable words.



   "This is entirely different, Abby!" he said, his face red.  "This could
ruin our reputation if it got out.  And it will get out.  There aren't many
secrets in our small academic world." I took off my clothes and tossed them
in the dirty clothes hamper.  I stood totally naked before my husband.  I
watched his eyes rove over my body, his gaze slowing at the bite marks and
whisker burns.



   "How sweet of you to worry about my reputation, Albert," I sweetly said
to him, striking a naughty pose.  "Something that didn't bother you at all
over the past few years while you made a laughing stock out of me.  Why
weren't you worrying about your reputation when you was fucking that little
red-head senior last year?  What was her name?  Allie.no Andi.  Did you
know she came to see me?  I can see from the goofy expression on your face
you didn't.  Well she did.  She came to ask me, woman to woman.well, woman
to girl, to release you from our 'loveless' marriage.  It seems you had
indicated that if I were out of the way, you and Andi could get married.  I
made a tape recording of our little chat, Albert.  She was very forthcoming
about you and an underage girl getting it on in the guidance councilor's
office, in the gym at night, in the Mayflower Hotel, and several other
places.  Listen, you simple son of a bitch.  Does the term statutory rape
mean anything to you?  Don't you dare lecture me about decorum." Poor
Albert had turned as white as a sheet.  I thought he was going to faint.



   "So where does that leave us?" he finally managed to ask.



   "Status remains quo, I think," I answered turning to go to go into the
bathroom.  "If you'll excuse me, I need to clean the cum off of me.  I've
spent the past thirty or so hours being fucked by two hunks and I'm kinda
messy right now.  Unless you want to come wash me," I added sadistically.



   By the time I got out of the shower Albert had left the house.  I was
well aware that I needed to make some serious decisions about Albert and
me. Albert had a temper, but I had never noticed any tendencies toward
violence.  Of course that didn't mean he couldn't turn that way. 
Especially since I was needling him pretty hard.  I went to sleep thinking
about my dilemma.



   Having two men at my beck and call was great.  Having two hard black
cocks to enjoy was even greater.  I spent a lot of time with both men over
the next several weeks.

   ***



   "Good morning Abby," Marge Middleton greeted me in the teachers lounge
the following morning.  "You look like you had a great weekend."



   "Good morning," I replied.  "How do I look like a good weekend?"



   "I don't know," she said looking thoughtful.  "I've noticed a change in
you over the passed few months.  You look.I don't know exactly how to
describe it.  Peaceful, or serene maybe." Fresh fucked, I thought to
myself. That might cause a woman to look serene.  I thanked her and went to
my first class.  Marge wasn't the only person to notice and comment on the
changes in me.  The school year was winding down and finals were coming up.
It was a busy time for both teachers and students.



   At home, Albert and I maintained an armed truce.  Distant but polite. 
For the next couple of weeks, I had to limit myself as far as Tom and James
were concerned.  Suddenly the school year ended.  Proms, finals,
graduation, and all the things that came at the end were over.



   Albert announced that he was taking a trip to Europe over his summer
break.  He didn't bother to inquire what my plans were.  Probably a good
thing because I didn't know what my plans were.



   Tom Cook told me that he would be working at a football camp all summer.
While that announcement disappointed me, I wasn't too concerned.  I still
had James to play with.  The night before Tom left for camp I spent the
whole night with him, just the two of us.  It was nice and Tom was, as
usual, a good lover, but I had grown used to having two men.  I thought Tom
may have been right when he told James that I was too much woman for any
one man.  I had become a black cock loving slut.



   Both Tom and Albert left on Monday.  Albert in the morning without a
good-bye and Tom that afternoon.  Tom and I said our goodbyes the night
before.  I didn't hear from James until the following Wednesday morning.



   "Sorry I didn't call sooner," James said.  "I got tied up with a
business deal that took every minute of my time." I was so relieved to hear
from him I would have forgiven him anything.  "Let's do something tonight,"
James said."



   "Okay, what did you have in mind?"



   "Dinner and maybe we'll go by Ike's place and see what's he's up to. 
What do you think?"



   "A strip joint?  You got to be kidding me."



   "No, I'm serious.  I'll pick you up about eight."



   "Okay, James," I said with a laugh.  "What exactly does one wear to a
strip emporium?"



   "Casual for dinner because we are going to the best barbecue place in
town.  Casual for Ike's place, too.  You wouldn't want to put the other
ladies to shame, would you?"



   Never having been to a strip club, I didn't have many preconceived ideas
about what to expect.  I did expect it to be sleazy with a lot of hard
looking, worn-out women, taking their clothes off to loud music.  The only
thing I had thought that proved correct was the loud music.  Ike's place
was simply called "Ike's Place".  It was a nice place and the women, for
the most part, were nice looking.  I suppose 'sleazy' is in the eye of the
beholder and I didn't behold any.



   James grinned when I ordered beer.  I didn't really want anything, but
there was a two drink minimum.  I was still stuffed from dinner.  James had
not exaggerated with his claim of the best barbecue in town.  It was
delicious.  I made myself a note to spend an extra hour in the gym to
compensate for my gluttony.



   I'll have to admit that some of the dancers were very talented.  Some,
on the other hand, were of the bump and grind variety.  I noticed that with
the exception of a couple Asians all the dancers and servers were white
while the audience was mostly black.  It made sense because Ike's place was
in a predominately black area of town.



   I saw Ike's huge form making his way toward us through the crowd.  He's
not too hard to spot because of his bulk.  He stopped, talked, and cut-up
with several people as he approached us.



   "Finally the gorgeous Abby made it to Ike's Place," he said pulling a
chair from the closest table and sitting down beside me.  "What do you
think?"



   "I think you own a nice place, Ike," I answered.  "Catchy name, too."



   "Thank you on behalf of myself and my partner," Ike replied.  "We have a
nice crowd tonight, partner," he said to James.  I guess it shouldn't have
been a surprise that James was a part owner of Ike's place, but I was a
little.  James had not seemed the type to be involved in that sort of
enterprise.



   "Silent partner," James said to me.  "Very silent, I might add.  The
truth of the matter is I would have loaned Ike the money to get started,
but he insisted that I take part ownership.  Which reminds me, Ike.  Why
did I have to pay the same prices as everybody else for drinks?  Shouldn't
I catch some sort of break?"



   "You would think so," Ike agreed.  "But we make no exceptions.  When I
drink a beer, I pay same as everybody.  Makes record keeping a lot easier.
Also keeps the bar keepers honest.  Hey, that's my newest girl up on stage.
Lilly is her name and last night was her first time.  "



   I looked at the stage and recognized the dancer as a former student of
mine.  She hadn't had the name, Lilly, back then, so I assumed it was a
stage name.  I asked Ike about it.



   "Yeah, the girls use a fake name.  It's good policy and if they don't
have one I give them one.  It's fun to try to come up with a name that
suits them.  Lilly because she so lily white.  Get it?" He laughed at his
attempt at humor.



   "If I went to work for you, what would you name me?" I asked.  He
considered the question for a moment then shook his head.



   "Hard to say because I haven't seen you dance or seen you naked, or
taken you for a test ride.  It's take a lot of thought and knowledge to get
it right.  I mean I've only got a quick glimpse of your knockers."



   "You would have to see me naked and dance before you would hire me.  Is
that it?" I inquired.  "I assume that a tst ride means you would have sex
with me.  Do you screw all the dancers?"



   "Most of them," Ike admitted with a grin.  "A couple of them are
lezzies, so I had to settle for a feel and a hand job.  A couple of them
couldn't take my cock.  but by God, they have to make an effort.  You want
to audition?" I had to laugh at his candor.



   "Not right now," I answered him with a grin.  "Maybe later." Lilly was
finishing her routine and was accepting money that was stuffed in her
garter.  Most were dollar bills but I saw a few that were larger.  Lilly
had done pretty good I thought.  I made mention of that to Ike.



   "Yeah, she'll do good here.  The big money is table dances and private
dances in the back," he said.



   "Table dances, I get," I said.  "What's a private dance?"



   Ike explained that there were some private rooms where the dancers could
take the customers and dance for them.  The rules on touching were ignored
behind the closed doors.  He said that the girls and the customers could do
whatever they wanted and whatever the market would stand.



   "So they can have sex?" I asked.



   "Sure," Ike answered.  "Blow jobs, hand jobs, or just down and dirty
fucking.  Whatever they want to do or whatever the customer can afford.  I
don't ask and they don't have to tell me what they do."



   "I should point out that not all the dancers make use of the private
room," James interjected.  "It something they decide themselves."



   "That's right," Ike said.  "After all, this is fuckin' America.  To fuck
or not fuck, that is the question." I flinched at his paraphrasing of
Shakespeare.  "The way we work it, is the dancers pay us to work here. 
They keep whatever they earn no matter how they earn it.  They make their
own deals with the IRS."



   "We make most of our money from the bar and the cover charge," James
elaborated "What the dancers pay us offsets the payroll, rent, licenses,
and other overhead.  The rest is profit."



   "So it's a cash business?" I asked.



   "Yeah, mostly," Ike answered.  "We take plastic out here, but only a
couple of the gals take credit cards.  I'm sure they all report their
income." He paused and looked at the stage.  "That's Little Sally on the
stage now.  She's been with me since we opened.  More than five years. 
That's a long time in this game.  I figure Sally has a million or so
stashed away.  She's a real go-getter.  Never turned down any thing that I
know of.  She'll work two or three private parties a month." At my
quizzical look he elaborated.  "Bachelor parties, orgies, girl on girl
shows, shove a baseball bat up her cunt, you name it.  She goes on a lot of
dates, if you know what I mean.  She told some of the gals that she'll
retire pretty soon and go to some tropical place to live in comfort and
style."



   "How could she manage to make that much money in only five years?" I
asked.



   "Sally ain't got no money suckin' boyfriend and she ain't got no bad
habits.  She lives cheap and saves nearly every dime she makes.  Also she
commands a very high price.  I suspect one of these days she'll find her a
man with a hard black cock and they'll take off headed south.  I say black
cock 'cause she's addicted to nigger dicks.  Sally can handle the biggest
cock around and beg for more.  Ol' Sally is one of the good ones.  Knows
what she wants and nothing will stop her 'til she gets it." He laughed. 
"Hell, if I had a pussy I'd be doin' the same thing."



   "You'd better hope for a better body, too," James said dryly.



   "Since I don't have no pussy, it don't much matter what kind of body I
got," Ike said laughing.  "Sally didn't even finish high school, but she's
smart.  I saw her income tax return last year and it looked like she's
filed on everything she made.  When she hauls ass the IRS won't be looking
for her.  Now that's what I call smart." While they were talking I studied
the woman on stage.  Little suited her because she couldn't have been more
that an inch or so over five feet tall.  She was blonde with short curly
hair and her breasts looked natural.  Big, but not fake looking.  They had
a lot of bounce as she danced and stripped.  She had a lot of money being
tossed at her long before she got naked.  Even more when she finished.



   "Now is when Sally will start to make the big bucks.  They'll be
scrambling to get a private dance from her.  Where the other gals will be
lucky to get a couple hundred, Sally will hold out for the highest bidder.
Maybe a grand or more.



   It didn't take long before I saw the tiny woman and two black men
working their way back to the back rooms.  Ike commented that by taking two
men, Sally was almost sure to pocked at least two thousand dollars.  It
didn't take a college graduate to figure out that there would be more than
just dancing involved.



   "You want to watch Little Sally in action?" Ike asked.  He laughed at my
expression.  "That's another way we make a few bucks.  I have video
equipment set up.  Now don't look at me that way.  We fuzz up the customers
faces so they can't be recognized.  Any of the gals we tape have agreed in
writing and they get a percent of the money.  Come on let's peek in."



   James and I followed Ike as he led us to a back room.  It was a smallish
room with a two way mirror on the wall so that we could see in the room. 
Sally and the two black men were in the other one.  An older white woman
was operating a camera on a tripod.  She spoke briefly to Ike and soon left
us alone.  James, Ike and I took a seat on a long leather couch in front of
the window.



   "Sally has done this a bunch of times," Ike said.  "Won't need Mildred
to work the camera.  Sally knows which way to turn so that we'll get a
marketable flick." He turned a knob and we could hear Sally asking the men
what they wanted.



   "Some good white gash," one of the men said and the other laughed. 
"Show us what you got, honey." While Sally danced and striped again Ike
explained that he had some guy who would take the tape, edit it, and add
enough filler to make a thirty or forty-five minute tape.  He told me that
the editor had a lot of footage of sally and he'd fill in as needed.  He'd
also dub in sound if it was needed.



   Not knowing what men wanted to see, I assumed Sally was doing a good
job. She finally got completely nude and straddled the men's legs as she
danced and strutted around the room.  Both men quickly stripped until they
were naked also.  Both sported hard black cocks.  Nothing to write home
about, but nice.



   "Sally loves this shit," Ike said.  "A lot of the gals fuck because
that's where the money is.  Not Sally.  She loves to fuck, period.  Most of
the girls need some lube, but not ol' Sally.  She gets wet fast and stays
that way.  Watch her do her thing."



   Sally was doing her thing.  She was on her knees in from of the sitting
men.  One dick in her mouth and one in her hand and she alternated giving
each man an equal amount of oral attention.  She put a condom in her mouth
and put one on both cocks.  Cute.  After sucking both men a while she sat
down on one cock and sucked the other one.  She changed after a while and
fucked and sucked the other one.  There wasn't anything mechanical about
her moves or her comments.  Of course she was aware of the camera but that
apparently didn't effect her performance.  I didn't have any idea what she
was being paid but it appeared that the two men were getting their money's
worth.  Watching porno was something I usually enjoyed, but watching a live
performance was super erotic.  I was getting very hot and sitting between
two men while watching added to the heat.



   Little Sally had the two men on a low padded bench taking both their
cock in her pussy.  I was squirming.  Watching both their black love wands
working together in her pussy was enough to cause me to have a mild orgasm.
Two cock in my pussy was something I had never experienced or even thought
of until then.  I had to try it and soon.  It dawned on me that two guys
that close had to be either bisexual or very secure in their
heterosexuality.  I saw nothing happen between the two men that would
indicate they were bi.  All their attention was focused on Sally and the
fucking they were giving her.  I don't know if she was faking or not, but
if she was, she was damned good.  I didn't think she was faking her orgasms
or her screams of pleasure.



   I jumped a little when James put his hand on my leg.  I looked at him
and smiled.  Ike put his arm around my shoulders and hugged me.  I glanced
down at Ike's lap and it looked like he had something alive in his pants. I
looked at him and he grinned at me.  I looked back in the other room. 
Sally now had one dick in her pussy and one in her ass.  From the
expression on the guys they weren't going to last much longer.  James
lifted my blouse and started playing with my nipple.  Ike, not to be out
done, took charge of the other nipple by sucking hard on my nip.  I came
again.



   By the time Little Sally had finished with her men, mine were just
starting.  James helped me remove my blouse and Ike was kind enough to get
my skirt off.  Frankly I don't know who removed my bra and panties.  Quick
enough I was on my back on the couch with Ike eating me and James fondling
my breasts and kissing me.  I was only vaguely aware when the woman
returned and retrieved the tape from the camera.



   "Are you ready for Ike's cock?" James whispered to me.  I told him I was
more than ready.  But when I saw Ike's cock I wasn't so sure any longer. 
Ike had a massive cock that hung nearly to his knees.  Okay, it wasn't that
long, but it was a huge piece of black meat.  Long, thick, and menacing. 
His cock had an attraction but it wasn't beautiful like James's wonderful
hunk of meat.



   They pulled me around on the couch with Ike positioned between my spread
thighs.  He was holding his cock, stroking it slowly and grinning at me and
he wiggled forward.  His cock felt hot when he touched my pussy with the
tip.  He rubbed it up and down my slit spreading the moisture.  James
whispered in my ear that I was about to be black fucked hard.  He said that
I should hold on to his hands.  I did as he suggested and just then Ike put
about half his ebony cock in me.  I heard someone scream and I realized it
was me.  I had been foolish enough to think I could handle any black cock,
but Ike and his huge weapon opened my eyes.



   "Oh my God, Ike!" I yelled.  "Please take it easy, honey!" I saw him
give me that evil grin again and pushed his hip forward and shoved another
few inches into my pussy.  He pulled out and rammed me again pushing even
more of his cock in me.  He backed off and did it again and again until he
was fully in me.  I could feel his giant ball sack on my butt.  He gave me
a few moments to get use to his size and then started fucking me hard and
fast.  I climaxed quickly and continued to come over and over while he
plunged in and out of me.  James and Tom were different from each other and
Ike was vastly different from both of them.  Besides being much larger
there just wasn't any quit in him.  I felt him shoot-off in me a couple of
times, but he didn't even break stride.  I didn't have any concept of time
but I suppose it was nearly forty-five minutes that he slammed in and out
of me.  I have no idea how many times I had orgasms, but there were several
of the shooting star variety.



   Finally Ike jerked his slimy cock out of my sloppy pussy and hurried to
where he could put it in my mouth.  When he came I tried to swallow all of
his seed, but it was coming faster than I could swallow.  His semen ran
down my face and it was all I could do to keep from choking.



   "Damn, James!" Ike said.  "She's a fantastic piece of cunt.  Best fuck
I've had lately.  There's a bathroom down the hall, Abby, where you can get
cleaned up.  I have to go check on the help.  Come on out when you're ready
and I'll buy you a drink."



   With James's help I managed to get my shaky legs to get me to the staff
restroom where I wiped most of the semen off of me.  I splashed some cold
water on my face and slowly revived myself.  I repaired my make-up.  There
wasn't any doubt in my mind that I had been truly and thoroughly fucked. 
The offer of a drink sounded very good to me right then.



   "So how do you like Ike's Place now?" Ike asked me when James and I put
in an appearance.  I told him that it defiantly has some attractions that
weren't readily apparent.  Especially one big one.  He laughed, obviously
pleased at my left-handed flattering remark.  "You interested in making
some bucks?"



   "Sorry, Ike," I said.  "You'll have to find somebody else to replace
Little Sally."



   "Naw, it nothing like that," Ike said, holding up both hands.  "I got a
thing to go to this Friday night.  Black tie deal and I need some eye candy
that looks classy.  Here's the deal.  I'll spring for the dress and
everything you'll need and give you five hundred bucks to go with me. 
After the party you and me will go somewhere and you'll get another dose of
my black snake."



   "Wow, such talk could surely turn a simple girl's head," I said . 
"Would I be paid for escorting you to the party or the meeting of the black
snake?"



   "Aw, don't get all bent out of shape," Ike said.  "I'll make a deal with
you.  I won't charge you for fucking you and you don't charge me for
fucking you.  This is strictly on the up and up.  If you don't want to get
it on with me, you go home with a nice dress and five hundred dollars in
your purse.  Your call, Abby." I glanced at James who nodded back at me.



   "Sure, I'll go to the party with you, Ike," I said.  "There's not a lot
of time to get fitted for a dress so I'd better do that tomorrow.  I'll
need to visit the beauty shop, too." There wasn't any doubt in my mind that
I wouldn't get it on with Ike.



   "Not a problem," Ike said taking a card out of his pocket.  "Go here for
the dress.  I'll tell them you're coming.  They'll make all the
arrangements for getting your hair done and shoes.  All that shit.  Try to
get there 'bout ten o'clock in the morning.  I'll come for you Friday night
in a limo.  Now I got to go glare at the bartenders for a while." At
James's look Ike said, "No they ain't stealing, but every once in a while I
go give them a look to keep them honest.  I'll see you later, Abby.  Thanks
for the pussy." For some reason I found that to be hilarious.  I thanked
him for the cock as he strolled away.  That got me some odd looks from the
patrons close enough to hear me.



   James explained on the way home that the party was a fund-raiser for
Senator Mason Myers.  Mace, as he liked to be called, was the first and
only black senator from our state.  Apparently he was facing a tough race
this time.



   "You'll see a different Ike Friday night," James said with a big smile.
"He'll be on his best behavior there, rubbing elbows with the great and
near great.  Ike loves that stuff.  I'm a supporter, too, but I just send
Mace my money.  Let me give you a tip.  When you go get your dress make the
bastard pay.  Pick out the most expensive dress in the place.  He can
afford it, so don't skimp on anything.  You should hit him for at least
five grand."



   "Are you kidding me?" I asked.  "I've never owned anything remotely that
expensive." James assured me that Ike would consider it money well spent.
James told me that the party was the highlight of the black social world.



   "But," James said.  "You will be the belle of the ball.  Ike knows
quality when he sees it." Interesting, I thought .  Maybe I wasn't just
another piece of white tail for these guys.  Then again maybe I was and I
just didn't care.

   ***



   The fund raiser was held in the finest hotel in town.  The women, who
were about half white and half stunning black women, were all dressed in
exquisite gowns with a lot of jewelry showing.  I was sure there wasn't a
single rhinestone or paste diamond in the bunch.  I was also pretty sure
there wasn't a rented tux in the place either.  Ike would have been an
impressive figure in anything, but he was outstanding in his formalwear.



   I was wearing a gown that had sported a price tag of three thousand five
hundred and change.  My shoes cost nearly six hundred, and the lingerie was
well over two hundred dollars.  I have no idea what the spa charged because
I didn't see the bill, but I knew it was fairly large.  In the car Ike put
a diamond necklace on me with the warning that it was a loaner and cost
over a hundred thousand dollars.  He suggested that I not loose it.  I felt
like Julia Roberts when she played "Pretty Woman".



   Champagne and other drinks flowed like water.  It would have been worth
the price of admission just to see the other people.  Most of the women
seemed to be trying to outdo the others in how they looked.  I began to
suspect that my thirty-five hundred dollar gown was of the less expensive
variety, but the necklace I wore got a lot of envious looks.  One white
woman made a catty remark about how gaudy my necklace looked.  I sweetly
and softly told her to eat shit and die.  For a school teacher I had became
a real potty mouth.



   "Abby," Ike said, "I want you to meet Senator Mason Myers." Ike had
steered me to a small group of men.  Mason Myers was a smaller man then the
others.  I judged him to be about five feet four or five, and slight build.
His brown eyes looked enormous behind the thick glasses.



   "An extreme pleasure, Miss Abby," the man said.  I have been looked at
since the day my breasts first developed but never examined the way Mason
Myers did.  He slowly scanned me from head to toe and back again.  I was a
little surprised at the firmness of his grip when I took his small hand in
mine "My good friend, Ike, told me that you were stunning, but I truly
believe he failed to do you justice.  You should be flogged for minimizing
her beauty, Ike.  For shame, sir."



   "I did the best I could, Mace," Ike said obviously pleased at the
senator's words.  "After all I'm just a dumb ol' nigger trying to get
along." One of the white men in the small group blanched at the word
nigger. Mason Myers just laughed and slapped Ike on the shoulder.  It was
interesting to note that he had to reach up to do so.



   "You're not old and you aren't dumb, Ike," Mason said.  "And you have
excellent taste in women.  Do you vote, Abby?" I told him that I did indeed
vote.  "Good, I hope I can count on your vote this fall.  We're considering
organizing a white folks voter registration." He smiled at me showing a lot
of pearly white teeth.  "Do you think we should?"



   "I would think that you would need a lot votes from the white voters," I
said.  "I suppose there's not enough black people in this district to put
anyone in office.  Maybe you should give some consideration to bussing them
in to the poles.  Maybe driving through the white ghetto and picking the
voters up." I hadn't thought my comment was that funny, but the group
laughed uproariously at my suggestion.



   "Beauty, brains, and a sense of humor," Mace said.  "I like that.  Ike,
may I borrow your lady for a while?" He didn't wait for Ike's answer.  He
took my arm and we made a sweeping tour of the large room.  Several times
he introduced me as his strong right arm in the white ghetto.  That always
produced a laugh.  After the circuit through the room, Mace steered me to a
balcony where he lit up a cigarette and offered me one.  I told him that
was one bad habit I hadn't developed.



   "Good for you," he said inhaling the smoke deeply.  "Disgusting nasty
habit.  Ike tells me you are a high school teacher.  Nobel profession,
Abby. Much more so than being a politician.  Sometimes I wish I'd get voted
out of office so I could do something more worthwhile." I asked him if he
would teach if he wasn't in Washington.  "Oh hell no," he said laughing. 
"While I think it's noble, it's also not very financially rewarding.  I'm
afraid I've developed a taste for finer living than teaching could afford.
No, I think I'd be called to dabble in the business world.  I think you
should be looking to improve your lot in life.  You have the body that
demands fine clothing and jewelry." I thanked him, aware that I loved the
blatant flattery.  "Ike tells me that you are a good friend of James Berry.
A friend of mine, also." He made 'good' sound more than just good.  I
didn't see any point in denying it.  "James had been a stanch supporter of
mine for years.  I sincerely hope you'll also become my good friend." I
would have to be an idiot to not understand his meaning, but I just nodded
in what I hoped was a non-committal way.  If his words weren't plain
enough, the stroking of my bare shoulder and arm would have been.



   "How long have you known Ike?" Mace inquired, still stroking my arm and
shoulder.  I told him not very long.  I told him that I had been introduced
several months ago but I had seen him again at his club earlier in the
week. He nodded as if he already knew it and was just confirming a fact. 
"Ike's a good man," Mace said.  "Not a jealous bone in his body.  Loves to
share, if you get my meaning." Only an airhead would have missed his
meaning.  "I'm hosting a small gathering after this affair is over.  I
would like for you to attend.  Ike also, of course."



   I told the senator that if Ike agreed we would be happy to attend his
gathering.  I was positive that he and Ike had already discussed it, but I
played along with him, saying I would ask Ike about it.



   I found Ike entertaining a group of elegantly dressed black men and one
white woman who I was pretty sure I had seen dancing at Ike's Place.  Ike
introduced me to the men and to the woman who he called Darla Smith.  Darla
was a tall redhead with creamy smooth complexion and smallish breasts that
were barely covered by her expensive evening gown.



   When we were alone I mentioned the invitation to Mace's after party,
party.  For a moment Ike looked uncomfortable.  The look quickly passed and
he took me back out onto the balcony saying we needed to talk.



   "Look Abby," Ike said when we were alone.  "I told Mace about you and
he's sorta interested in you.  This ain't just a party you're invited to.
Mace plans on getting into your panties tonight.  You and Darla will be the
only women there.  I like you too much to not let you know what's going on.
Just you two white gals and a bunch of black dudes.  It really nothing more
than an orgy."



   "When you say told Mace about me, exactly what does that mean?"



   "Well.," he got that uncomfortable look again.  "I guess it means I told
him what a great fuck you are and that you like black cock," he said
hurriedly.



   "So you told him I'm a whore," I snapped.  I was pissed but I didn't
know exactly why.  I did like black cock and everybody told me I was a good
fuck.



   "Look Abby," Ike said "This dude is heavy.  He's a powerful man who can
do me and James a lot of good or give us a lot of grief.  It happened
because James was braggin' about you and Mace got excited to meet you. 
Nobody called you a whore, Abby.  Nobody thinks that about you." The lucky
son of a bitch managed to sputter the right thing.



   "What did James tell Mace about me?"



   "He was sayin' that you were a lot of red hot woman.  You know how guys
talk.  Mace is a pussy hound and he likes to fuck white women.  He saw a
picture that James had of you.  One that Tom took.  That was all it took.
Mace insisted on meeting you.  I just wanted you to know if we go to the
party, you're goin' get fucked." So they were showing my pictures around
were they.  I should have figured that was going to happen.  I found that I
was getting pissed again.  Ike must have sensed it because he pulled me to
him and planted a long deep kiss on my lips.  "You'll get fucked a lot,
Abby.  And I mean a lot."



   I was having some difficultly breathing when he finally released me.  I
was getting his expensive panties wet.  Oh well, I didn't plan on returning
them anyway.  Mason Myers wasn't as big or as good looking as Ike, Tom, or
James, but he wasn't gross or anything.  I knew I would be going to the
party or orgy.  I told Ike I was in, but also I didn't like to be
manipulated.  He promised to never try to work me again.  Of course right
at that moment I knew he would have promised me anything.



   By midnight the fund-raiser was winding down to a few diehard drinkers
and Mace was glad-handing them out the door.  Earlier when I told him we
would be attending his so-called party he beamed at me and told me that I'd
meet Billy Ray.  I didn't have a clue who Billy Ray was and when I asked
Ike about it, he just grinned.



   Ike took me up in the elevator to the twentieth floor.  There were four
men and Darla there.  Introductions were made, but I only remember one. 
Billy Ray.  I remember him because he is a memorial type of person.  Billy
Ray is a midget or little person or whatever is politically correct.  At
any rate he is coal black, not quite three feet tall and awfully funny.  He
told jokes and danced around and had all of us in stitches by the time the
guest of honor arrived.  Billy Ray was a hoot.



   Mason Myers and two other men arrived and the merriment faded.  Mace is
a serious guy.  At least serious about sex.  Mace came to me, nodded to
Ike, and led me to the center of the room where Darla stood with Billy Ray.



   "As usual, men," Mace said.  "I have some beautiful women for your
enjoyment.  Abby and Darla." There was a smattering of murmured approval
from the group of men.  "Of course it goes without saying, but I'll say it
anyway, I expect all of you to act like gentlemen." He grinned.  "Well, all
of you except Billy Ray, who doesn't know exactly what being a gentle-man
means." That got a laugh.  "Since Both Darla and Abby are new to our games,
we'll let Darla and Billy Ray put on a show for us." He nodded at the dwarf
who simply reached up and jerked the top of Darla's gown down exposing her
small breasts.



   Darla looked shocked as her well shaped breasts sprung into view.  She
looked even more shocked and squeaked when the little man used her boobs to
help him climb up on a low table.  The table brought his head to her chest
and he shoved his face to one breast and pulled at her nipple with one
small hand.  Willing hands from some of the men help Billy Ray get the gown
off of her.



   Billy Ray must have applied some tremendous suction to her nipple
because when he switched to her other nipple I could see that her nipple
was darker, swollen and puffy.  After he had sucked both nipples so they
were swollen and puffy, he pushed her down on the table and roughly spread
her legs open.  Then he shoved his face into her crotch and began to eat
her.  Almost immediately, his actions caused her to start to twitch and
then to hunch.  Billy Ray was apparently doing her a lot of good.  While
his face was against her pussy Billy Ray took his clothes off displaying a
hairless tiny body with an unusually large dick.  His dick would have done
a normal size man proud.  An easy seven inches of proud black flesh stood
out like a horizontal flagpole.  Nature had not shortchanged the tiny man
in the cock department.



   After Billy Ray had sucked on Darla's clit, making it red and puffy he
rammed his cock in her wide gaping pussy and fucked her hard.  Darla moaned
and bucked back against the midget as he hammered her.  She held her legs
back and open to give Billy Ray all the access he needed.  His size made it
possible for him to suck her nipples as he rammed his stiff cock in her. 
One of the men watching decided Billy Ray needed some help.  He put his
foot on Billy Ray's ass and shoved the little man even farther into the
girl's pussy.  Darla screeched loudly when that happened.



   While we watched, Mace unzipped my gown and let it fall to the floor.  I
stepped out and bent down and retrieved.  I certainly didn't want anything
to happen to it because I figured I'd never own another one as expensive. I
carefully but it on the back of a chair and returned to Mace's side wearing
a half bra, hose, heels, and a tiny thong.  The bra didn't last very long.
Mace removed it and gave it a careless toss in the general direction of the
gown.



   One of the men handed Billy Ray a plastic bottle, like catsup comes in.
Billy Ray stopped his assault on Darla long enough to shove the nozzle of
the bottle in her rectum and squeeze it.  Then the little man pulled her
back to the very edge of the table and rammed his hard cock in the poor
girls ass.  Darla's eyes flew open wide and she let out a long loud moan.



   "What was in the bottle?" I whispered to Mace who had his arm around me
fondling my boob while his fingers played with my throbbing pussy. .



   "Warm oil and ginger," he whispered back.  "Watch carefully because in a
few moments they both are going to go wild." Go wild was an understatement.
With his cock planted firmly in her ass, it was all Billy Ray could do to
hold on to Darla.  She bucked, thrashed and generally went berserk.  Both
Darla and Billy Ray came off the table and rolled around all over the
floor. Both were yelling obscenities and loudly groaning and grunting.



   Darla's expression was anything but passionate.  She looked like she was
in pain.  In fact neither of them appeared to be enjoying the encounter at
all, but the watchers seem to really get a kick out of it making ribald
suggestions and comments.



   "What's happening to them?" I asked Mace.  "Why are they acting so
wild?" He told me that the ginger burned the tender tissues of Darla's
rectum and also Billy Ray's dick.  He told me that the effect wouldn't last
long and that there wouldn't be any permanent damage.  "Put that shit in me
and you die," I warned him.  He could see that I was serious.  I'm not into
any kind of pain.



   Mace had been right and after about ten minutes the couple, now under a
table calmed down.  After a few more minutes the men helped them to their
feet and gave Darla a tube of some kind of lotion and she disappeared into
a bathroom.  That was when I realized that all their attention was on me.
Most of the men had disrobed during the show and them that hadn't quickly
did.  Suddenly there was a room full of hard black cocks.  No faces, no
personalities, just black cocks.



   I found myself on my back on the low table that Darla had occupied. 
Mace was in me and fucking me.  A black cock was presented to my mouth and
I took it.  From that point on it was a blur of cocks.  I was fucked in
every hole that could accommodate a cock.  I lost track of everything. 
Time, how many times I came, and how many men were fucking me.  I did
realize that some of the men left after a couple of hours.  Of the dozen or
so men that started all of them had me at least once and many, more than
once.  At some point Darla came back and took care of some of the men. 
Twice during the m�l�e, I showered and cleaned the cum from me.  I had
semen in my hair and every crevice of my body.



   Sometime after four in the morning I dozed for a while.  By that time it
was Darla, Mace, Ike and another guy.  I woke up from my nap to find Mace
holding Darla's face to my pussy.  Since a woman has no sexual appeal for
me, I resisted, but to no avail.  Mace and the other man made sure that
Darla continued to lick my pussy.  It's true that I'd never experienced
another woman, sexually, but I'll be honest enough to admit that it felt
good.  After a few moments I stopped resisting and let it happen.  While
Darla knelt between my legs, eating me, Ike fucked her from behind.  I came
a couple of times while she ate me.  The orgy continued until after
daylight with the three men, me, and Darla.  They took us in every
conceivable position and combination.  I don't know, but it's possible they
fucked me after I went to sleep.  Maybe passed out would be closer to the
truth.



   Ike let me sleep until mid afternoon and took me home.  I dozed while I
soaked in the tub.  I reflected on how my life had changed so much in only
a few short months.  I had gone from a schoolmarm and housewife to a wild
and wanton .slut is the only word that can describe me.  A slut for hard
black cock.  I laughed to myself when I thought that even if I could, I
wouldn't change back.  My pussy and butt were sore and tender, but I was
one happy camper.



   The following week I got the divorce papers served on me.  Of course I
had no intentions of contesting it.  With what I knew on Albert and what he
thought he knew on me, we'd have to be fair to each other.  It was simply
the time to go our separate ways.  Albert to his whores, and me to Ike, Tom
and James.



   Well there you have it.  My story.  I don't suppose there any great
moral to be gleamed from it.  I just had to tell it.  I can't honestly say
I recommend my lifestyle to anyone, but then again I don't know why not.  I
can only warn the reader that black cock is highly addictive.

   The End of a Teacher's Tale
   

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