Black
Listed Teacher
Carol
Lawson was new to
the faculty of Clear Lake Community College. The statuesque brunette
supplemented her income by an adult college prep continuing education for local
school districts. Her class comprised of GED holders, seniors and veterans
wanting back into a surging job market. With the crush of her time demands,
from her junior high classes at Scott Carpenter Middle school, she often
scrimped on preparation and delivery of course material.
Her
classes on Wed and Fri from 7-9 pm consisted of 6 students, on the surface not
very demanding but in reality time consuming. In addition to not being able to
prepare the course work from her syllabus, Carol rarely had time to eat or
change clothes due the crush of traffic near her home and the campuses. She
often went straight to Clear Lake in the same outfits she wore to teach 13 and
14 year olds.
The 30
year old was rushing to her classroom this Wed. her beige belted linen frock
strained to hold her lush curves as she strode hurriedly to the modular
classroom her class occupied near the athletics field. As she bounded up the
step one button on her bodice worked free leaving two buttons undone and her
delicious 38D cleavage on view.
Her
assembled class only totaled 4 students this evening as her lone female student
was absent along with a middle aged 42 year old veteran.
As she
looked through her binder Carol pondered if her clothes were a bit seductive
for a class of adult men, whereas the 13 and 14 year olds mostly ignored her
lush womanly body. The men in her evening classes often looked at her as if she
was a juicy steak and they hadn't eaten all day.
The
teacher sat on the corner of her desk and gave a brief assignment for the group
to read two chapters on how Bills became Law. A new visual aid program called
Power Point would follow at the end of class.
Her
adult students' busy reading, Carol set about to grade book reports of her 8th
graders. During this time the teacher's mind wandered frivolously as deep
within her psyche a veneer of rational being covered a layer of passion and
desires she worked hard to suppress lay coiled like snakes waiting to be
aroused.
Carol
was to conclude the lesson with the Power Point a software teaching aid that
replaced old fashioned 35mm slides. As the students read silently, Carol moved
to the projection alcove off the side of the classroom to load the computer run
program.
Carol
could not get the file to load as the time ticked by she knew it was futile to
keep trying so decided to omit the vis-aid, mentally promising herself to show
it next session and to falsify completion of the learning unit for today.
The
frustrated teacher started not to disclose her indiscretion to the students but
then decided to do so. Thinking it harmless as long as her administrator did
not find out.
Two of
her students, Ben and Josh glanced at each other as the attractive teacher
explained the deviation from the lesson. The two late 20 something part-time
construction workers were typical of a growing number of young men moving
through society in the early 90s shortly after the war called Desert Storm.
Both were veterans trying to get up to junior college prep to attend courses at
night. Ben a husky black guy with medium skin tone was the natural leader of
the pair. His skills honed as a combat Engineer after 8 years as a demolition
sapper. Josh was very fit Air Force rescue specialist originally from nearby
Galveston.
When
class was released Ben and Josh lagged behind and waited outside while Carol
gathered her materials to depart.
Ben met
the teacher on the sidewalk stating he had a question about the course. Plainly
up to something, Ben asked if their grades could be impacted by omitting the
Power Point presentation.
Carol
was appalled at the audacity of the question. The teacher boldly answered, "Yes
if the course administrator were to discover the omission. Along with my job
standing"
Ben
seized the initiative by saying, "Why don't you come have a drink with Josh and
me? "If ya do, we promise not to tell Administration you cut corners with the
Power Point." The rough young man tried to make his plea sound playful.
"And
where are you proposing we have this drink, Mr. Martin?" Carol stated very business-like,
eyeing both young men evenly.
Carol
felt a moment of indecision rise in her being as she steered her car away from
campus. A subtle tinge of excitement caused her to agree to follow the men in
Josh's truck to Josh's apartment out near NASA Parkway. She felt a need for
guarded caution but exhibited frisky exhilaration at going to a bachelor's
apartment for a drink. She finally relaxed rationalizing there was no harm in
getting to know her adult students better.
Once
inside the two bedroom modest flat, Carol sat primly on a straight back chair
while the two men hovered near and improvised bar at the breakfast nook.
Ben had
made them all Long Island Ice teas. The drinks were made potently, Carol's even
more so. Josh for his part had disappeared into a corner near the balcony door
and put on some smooth sounding Kenny G jazz from a CD player.
After
moments of casual conversation about military life and their plans to get in
University of Houston and her second Ice Tea, Carol felt quite amorous toward
the bold students. Was it the music, the conversation or strong drinks, the 30
year old woman knew not but she was certainly more relaxed and submissive.
Ben
asked her to dance with Josh and she readily agreed.
Josh
gracefully steered her to the center of the modest living directly under the
ceiling fan which droned slowly as Ben made yet another round of fresh drinks.
Steadily decreasing the volume of his and Josh's alcohol and increasing
Carol's.
Just as
the CD changer shifted to an even slower melodic and intimate mix from
trumpeter Chris Botti, Josh casually pulled the now tipsy teacher closer to his
groin and Ben moved in behind her. First steadying her with his hands on her
waist, then mashing his turgid and hardening dick in the woman's lush
curvaceous behind.
Carol
had made the serious mistake of consuming the stiff drinks the men had served
her totally contrary to the AA guidance about a woman never having three or
more drinks of alcohol when in the company of strange males.
Carol's
brain began to swirl and her inhibitions receded as she could now feel Ben
strumming his right forefinger over the arching lines of her French-cut panties
through her linen frock.
Ben then
whispered into her left ear, "C'mon Carol you danced with us, why not give us a
friendly social kiss?"
Josh
nudged her face around toward Ben before the confused and tipsy woman could
protest and the handsome black man captured her lips with his. He kissed her
long and wetly, rubbing his tongue over her teeth and gums sensuously. Breaking
the kiss he spoke to her directly, his voice now huskier than normal. "We only
want some head this time...we won't tell anyone."
Carol
heated up even more, she could feel little dribbles of her feminine moisture
leaking into the crotch of her daffodil yellow panties.
Ben
kissed her again more forcefully. Josh ran his hand under her frock. At first,
she slapped his hand away, but his caresses got to feeling better and better,
and she let him get bolder as Ben's kiss progressed. Finally she kept her
thighs wide apart and thrilled as he petted her pussy through her clinging
nylon panties. Josh laughed when he felt the moisture seeping through her
briefs.
Carol
was not dating and had been longing for some male attention. She knew her doom
was sealed as the men humiliatingly abused her and made her love it. Josh now
rubbed her thrusting breast leaning close, grinning.
"Show
Ben how much you like him," Josh said to the flushed, panting woman.
"You suck, don't you, baby?"
"Ooh,
yes... yessss... " Carol heard herself say. And she dropped to her knees
on the carpeted floor. Her
brain was swirling like a balloon at county fair as she opened the front of
Ben's pants. He looked down, not saying anything, but she could feel him go
tense as she snaked her hand into his tight clothes, grasped his warm, rope-like
prick, and brought it out.
It
wasn't like a rope, she decided, as she stared glassy-eyed at the huge meaty
organ which curved forward from the fly of his jeans. It was more like a
salami, with a big knob at the end. Trembling, Carol lifted the organ toward
her lips.
The eves
of Josh were on her as she opened her pink mouth and took Ben's soft but very
sizeable cockhead inside. His musky scent engulfed her, and his sexual tang
spread over her tongue as she champed on his bulbous knob. His stem,
momentarily soft though thick between her lips, stiffened and grew even
thicker. His glans ballooned to fill her mouth.
Carol
began bobbing her brunette head on the biggest prick she had yet sucked in her
life. The thing seemed to be ten inches long, and she couldn't take much of it
within her mouth. Her lips were stretched so wide they hurt. Each time she
lunged on the monster cock, its bulging head jammed into her throat, completely
clogging it. As her eyes watered and her throat muscles threatened to gag, she
had to give up gliding her encircling lips on the stiff mahogany truncheon.
She just
worked on the knob of his massively upthrust cock, stroking its horny ridge
between her painfully stretched lips and licking its slippery end with her
frenzied tongue, tasting his salty sap.
>From the
corners of her eyes, she saw the other man dropping his pants. Dicks were
bristling near her. Josh stood with his trousers bunched at his ankles, his
cock sticking up hot and hard. The rosy pink tip peeped from the tight sheath
of his foreskin.
"C'mon
Ben let me get some of that sweet face." Josh opined. With obvious reluctance,
Ben pulled his prick from Carol's mouth, making a loud Pop! He stepped aside,
his cantilevered cock swaying as it trailed a gleaming string of the woman's
saliva. Josh's dick was thrust at Carol, and she eagerly mouthed it.
Slurping
noisily, Carol chomped and sucked on the white fella's healthy 7 inch spike. It
was just the right size for her to take it deep. Shiny whorls and streaks of
her saliva were deposited the length of the dick as she took it into her
throat.
The
woman's pussy fairly sizzled in the crotch of her panties as she sucked
hungrily on Josh's dick. Carol was in full wanton arousal now after tasting
both handsome men. She knew she would not resist if the men wanted to proceed
on to full intercourse with her.
Ben was
so far willing to stand by and jerk his dick. Keeping it primed by occasionally
steering the fleshy pole's leaking head over her attractive facial features.
After several moments he ordered the woman to become an active participant in
her debasement.
"Go back
and forth Ms. Lawson. Suck them both. Jerk and suck...keep us hard!" Ben
demanded.
The
woman's self-esteem shriveled away even further, when she glanced out the
corner of her eye while reaching for Ben's throbbing dick. Carol could see her reflection in a five foot
tall dressing mirror which stood on the far wall.
What she
saw made her shiver in masochistic delight. Grasping the black dick and jerking
it steadily she saw a voluptuous and appealing image of herself in the mirror.
Her frock hem had skidded into her lap as she sat back on her heels, putting
the firm fleshy meat of her upper thighs on full display. Her position on the floor also exposed the crotch piece of
her damp yellow panties.
Carol
sucked dicks until her lips were sore and her throat burned. The varying sizes
and colors made her feel sluttish. But the bald or skinned knobs were all rosy
or purplish, and they tasted just about the same. Each time she switched Carol
got a fresh blast of flavor, and she sucked each as long as the tart, musky
taste emanated from the tasty prongs.
Pre come
flowed freely from each healthy young man causing her salivary glands to
constantly produce moisture to mix blandly with the dick sap they produced.
Now
fully ten minutes into her oral copulation, Carol needed more and she was about
to get it. She was coming in a series of hot bursts, her damp thighs rubbing
together, her cunt tingling against her sopped panties. Her bare knees hurt
from the rough carpet she knelt on.
Josh
reached down and bounced her springy knockers in his hands as she bobbed her
brunette head. She was able to guide her encircling lips to the very base of
his cock with each lunge of her face. He
squirmed where he stood, his dick twisting against the woman's caressing
tongue. The wide, soft elastic of her lips skidded back and forth across his
sensitive coronal ridge and along his spit-slick shaft.
Ben
suddenly said, "You look good enough to eat." As she steadily jerked and
sucked.
"Do
you want me to get undressed?" she asked meekly. Ben drew back. He looked
soulfully at her. "I would like to do this my way. Do you mind?"
"Well,
uh, no. I guess not."
"Then
just sit on the dining table." He helped her to stand and shuffle over to
the breakfast nook area. "On
the dining table?"
"Yes.
Here-let me lift your dress first."
Carol
stood compliantly while her adult student took hold of her frock at both sides
and drew it up her bare thighs. He exposed her yellow panties.
"That's
pretty," he said, eyeing her nylon-sheathed hips and loins. Her chocolate pussy-hair cast a faint shadow through the
sheer French-cut briefs.
Holding
her skirt bunched at her waist, Ben turned her back to the table and boosted
her onto the edge of it. She sat on some of Josh's mail correspondence, but
since there were no staples in the letters they didn't present a discomfort.
Carol
was surprised when Ben sat in a swivel dining chair, which he then wheeled
forward. He drew Carol's legs apart and wheeled right up between them.
"This
is wonderful!" he said huskily, as if to himself, as he stared up Carol's
vulnerable crotch, at the narrow strip of yellow nylon which passed between her
thighs. A few wispy dark brown hairs curled into view along the elasticized
edges of her panties.
Ben
placed his hands on the outside of Carol's calves and slowly stroked upward,
past her bent knees and along her smooth, tapering thighs. His caress extended
all the way to her panties, and he petted her hips through the sheer nylon. His
hands slid down the inner slopes of her thighs where the flesh was very soft
and warm. His seated position between Carol's legs forced her to keep her
thighs wide open.
The
position, with Ben staring at her crotch, was humiliating in a way. And yet,
the teacher thrilled. It was especially exciting to be caressed by and to
expose herself before these younger men, who happened also to be her students.
Josh leaned over her meaty breasts and jostled them saucily.
Ben's
eyes became softer, dreamier than she had ever seen them, and his breath was
labored. He slid his hands all the way down Carol's legs and slowly removed her
shoes.
Carol squirmed.
The suspense was becoming unbearable.
He was bent well forward, into her
sweet-scented crotch. Both men could smell her feminine moisture, body talc and
perfume. His hands had preceded his head and were stealing around the back of
her panty-clad hips. He pulled Carol forward on the table so that she perched
on the very rim of it. Only her buttocks were supported, with her nylon-cupped
pussy hanging forward.
Ben
pressed his mouth against the center strip of her panties. Josh kissed her
exposed neck and shoulders.
"Oooh!"
Susan exclaimed, thrills exploding in her depths.
The man
chewed her sexual softness through her briefs, and she didn't know whether she
liked that or not. But when he hooked her panties aside and began licking her
naked pussy, Carol grooved.
It was
obvious, from Ben's rapid breathing, that he was enjoying himself a great deal.
His eager tongue stroked up one side of Carol's sexual crevice and down the
other, plastering her silken hairs against the super-soft lips of her pussy. He
kissed the tip of her stiffening clit and sucked the pea-like protrusion into
his mouth. His tongue fluttered excitingly against the sensitive nub.
"Oooh,
Mr. Martin!" Carol exclaimed, wiggling her bare ass on top of his table.
She had forgotten to call him by his first name; it seemed inappropriate even
though he was licking her between the legs.
His
demanding tongue pressed between the slippery lips of her pussy and fucked her
sweet, hot hole. She began bumping her hips.
She lay
back across his desk and placed her legs on his shoulders. This was a more
comfortable position for her and gave the middle-aged man easier access to the
warm, throbbing channel which attracted his tongue.
There
remained a slight problem, however: the crotch elastic of Carol's panties kept
snapping Ben on the nose, and he had to keep hooking it back. Finally he
straightened up and boosted Carol's legs into the air. He pulled her silky
briefs up them and off her feet dropping them on the table T. He spread her
legs wide apart, forming an erotic V.
The
brunette woman's sweet cunt lay open like a split peach. Silken tendrils curled
away from the fissure at each side. Ben's eyes caressed downward to where lush
buttocks were crowded together. The dainty depression between them beckoned
him.
He
dropped his dark head into her crotch again. This time Carol crossed her legs
around the back of his neck. He ate her mature cunt ravenously.
"Oooh,
daddy!" she said, not sure what had made that particular word pop out.
"I love it!"
Ben
licked in and out of all her sweet folds. His tongue stroked in and out of her
grasping, slippery channel. He licked lower, between her rubbery buttocks, and
pleasured her tingling asshole. Then his tongue swabbed upward along her slit
to flutter to and fro across her clit.
Josh's
hands slid along her front to fondle her firm breasts through the layers of
cloth that covered them. He pinched Carol's nipples through her bra and dress.
She
squirmed to push the top of her dress down. A covered tit flipped into Josh's
eager hand. He clutched both smooth, conical tits in the bra cups and tugged
upward on them, twisting and plucking at her tall, stiff nipples.
Carol wanted
to reciprocate for the luscious oral loving Ben was giving her. But in her
present position, that wasn't possible. The men worked as a well-oiled team as
if they had practiced this seduction before.
So
reached out for Josh's dick and slurped it back into her mouth.
Carol
hunched her loins forward and back, mouthing one prick and shaking her ass,
moaning against the meaty shaft Josh stroked between her lips.
The man
who was fucking her mouth suddenly let go, splashing his thick, warm cream over
her tongue and down her gulping throat just as Ben stood up and fisted his big
black dick into view.
"Now!"
he suddenly exclaimed, shuffling up near the right side of her face.
"Finish me with your mouth!"
He
pulled his sweaty dick and scrambled forward astride her, and thrust the heavy
black shaft between her lips. She took it and sucked it, once maybe twice, climaxing
for a final time as the man's passion burst and he flooded her throat with a
torrent of gushing salty cream.
Her eyes
shut and clouded in bliss she didn't see or hear shutter activation of the two
Polaroid pictures Josh took of her and Ben Martin.