Author: Frederick T.
Title: The Poll
Part: 1 of 1
Universe: 
Summary:
Keywords: (Fm+ drugged rape)
Language: English

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   @(C) 1998 Frederick T.  Commercial use in any form requires the written
permission of the author and will ensure a portion of the proceeds goes to the
  National Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws (NORMAL) and/or the
                           American Cancer Society.

                         !!!!! ATTENTION READER !!!!!

    The following work is of a sexual nature.  If you have not yet reached the 
age of consent, where ever you reside, the author requests your parents or 
guardians review this material before you continue.  Censoring the material a 
young mind absorbs is not the responsibility of the creator but that of the 
adult who has custodial responsibility for the young mind.  Having said that; 
the following story is pure fantasy.  It didn't happen, probably could never 
happen and the author accepts no responsibility for person or persons who 
attempt to make it happen.  All the characters were created by the author and 
none of them are based on people who actually lived or are living in this 
wonderful world we inhabit.  We are all created by a wonderful process called 
sexual intercourse.  That it was made so pleasurable is undeniably the reason 
we have filled this world with our children.  While the creator probably did 
so for a reason; remember that human beings created all the side dishes that 
accompany the basic act.  Sex should have a happy ending, whether with 
yourself or with a partner.  That this is sometimes not the case can only be 
the fault of the participants.  Sex should be fun !  As always e-mail your 
comments to the usual. 

                                   The Poll
                              (Fm+ drugged rape)

                                      by
                                 Frederick T.

        With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S. Constitution

                           ***** Chapter One *****

    It was a very hot Wednesday in May.  The temperature had been up over a 
hundred.  Donna Taylor, assistant principal of the Black Middle School, 
watched as the children filed on to the busses that would take them home.  She 
was happy to get them on their way...Happy the day was ending.  Only two more 
days and the school year would be over.  Donna was looking forward to her 
Summer vacation.

    This would be the first Summer she had all to herself.  For the past three 
Summers, she had been taking the maximum load of classes at UNLV in order to 
get her administrative degree and then was immediately hired by one of her 
previous principals to fill an assistant principal position at Black.  Donna 
was over joyed and worked almost twelve hours a day at her new job.  She'd 
been a class room teacher for almost twenty years prior to that and was glad 
to be out of the class room although the hours here were twice what a mere 
teacher put in.

    There was a group of children pushing and shoving to get on one of the 
busses.  Donna hurried over and pulled a couple of boys out of line.  These 
two sixth graders were constantly in trouble.  She'd called both of their 
parents numerous times during the school year.  It never seemed to help.  She 
read them the riot act, knowing full well it was a waste of her time.  But she 
felt it was her responsibility, if only to keep the better behaved children in 
line.

    She'd learned through many years of teaching that if you didn't come down 
hard on the trouble makers, they could turn a whole class into anarchy.  She'd 
seen many a teacher, especially the young ones, lose control of an entire 
class room full of students largely because of a couple of trouble makers.  As 
she was getting the two trouble makers back in line, she heard someone 
whisper.

    "Boy !  Does she have a fine ass.  I bet her old man gives it to her every 
night."

    Donna whirled around to find the source of the remark.  All she could see 
were the backs of the children filing on to the bus.  She looked up at the bus 
windows and saw several young boys smiling at her.  They heard it, too.  She 
could feel herself become flushed.  The boys smiles got bigger.  There's no 
way she'd find out who made the remark.  Frustrated, she turned and marched 
away from the bus.

    Donna had divorced three years ago, just before she started to work on her 
administrative degree.  Her husband of twenty-five years had become...Well, 
she wasn't sure ?  Their interests just didn't dove tail like they used to.  
Maybe they never did ?  Their two sons were gone; one into the military, the 
other working on the East coast for an ad agency.  After they left, there just 
didn't seem to be any reason to stay together.

    The remark about her "old man" giving it to her every night was too close 
to the truth.  After their sons left home, he became obsessed with sex.  Donna 
resigned herself to his interest in sex.  Hopefully it was a phase and he 
would shortly lose interest but at fifty, was showing no signs of slowing 
down.  Donna, on the other hand, could take it or leave it.  Even when they 
were younger, she was rarely consumed by the fires that appeared to consume 
her husband.  Maybe it was...What ?  The way he did it ?  She hardly ever had 
an orgasm.  Oh !  It felt good but was never how she imagined it would be 
between two people who loved each other.

    She believed she did everything in her power to make their sex life good.  
There were few things she wouldn't do and her husband had some pretty wild 
ideas but they always left her...What ?  She wasn't sure.  She was glad she 
terminated the relationship as his sexual ideas seemed to get wilder and 
wilder the older he got.

    Donna Taylor was just fifty and still felt she could attract men although, 
in the three years she'd been divorced, had dated rarely.  She was busy with 
her post-graduate work or school...There just wasn't time.  Her hips and 
thighs were starting to go but her bust was like a twenty year olds...She'd 
had implant surgery about 10 years ago...Got tired of being restricted to 
certain styles of clothes because of her small bust size.  Her ex-husband 
increased sexual appetite seemed to begin around that time.  Before that he 
always told her what a great butt she had.

    She'd never slept with anyone other than her husband but after the divorce 
had purchased a slim vibrator on the advice of a friend.  She enjoyed the 
vibrator much more than sex with her ex-husband.  It was so much more 
satisfying to be able to control the events that would always lead to a very 
pleasant orgasm.  It seemed so much easier to fantasize with the vibrator than 
it was when her "old man" was making love to her.

    She had almost forgot about the incident at the bus by the time she got 
home and poured herself a glass of wine.

                           ***** CHAPTER TWO *****

    One thing about being an administrator, she didn't like, was the constant 
reading and writing she had to do.  As a class room teacher, once the lesson 
plans were done, there wasn't much else to do beside grade papers and 
homework.  After twenty years, she pretty much had that down to a science.  As 
an assistant principal, on the other hand, there was something new every day.  
A new assessment of this or that and the performance evaluations on the 
teachers were so political, it often took her a week to get one good 
evaluation done.

    She retired to her computer room after dinner and started wading through 
the year end evaluation for one of the new teachers.  Just prior to retiring 
for the night, she checked her e-mail.  She only had one message and probably 
would have trashed it if there had been more mail as she didn't recognize the 
address.  But the title, "school poll," intrigued her.

                        black middle school pussy poll
                      vote for only one in each category
    1) which teacher or administrator has the nicest looking tits ?
    2) which teacher or administrator has the tightest ass ?
    3) which teacher or administrator, do you think, has the hairiest cunt ?
    4) which teacher or administrator would you most like to fuck ?
                                 ms. anderson
                                  ms. bently
                                 ms. berkely
                                 ms. carleton
                                  ms. helton
                                 ms. jackson
                                  ms. jones
                                 ms. stanton
                                  ms. taylor
                                 ms. zackery
    please vote by thursday so the results can be posted at school on friday.

    The events of this afternoon rushed through her mind.  She felt flushed 
again.  It had to be a student ??  Too much of a coincidence not to be.  Donna 
was furious and vowed to put a stop to this right now.  She wanted to see the 
boy or group of boys, responsible for this, punished.  The nerve of these 
young men...No !  They were juvenile delinquents !  Then again, maybe it 
wasn't a student ?  Some of the faculty were pretty forward with her, 
especially the single men.  But Donna always insisted on a professional 
relationship, especially at school.  She didn't ever believe she could date 
one of the other staff members at Black.  It just wasn't professional.

    In fact, she'd just counseled one of the newer teachers about the language 
he used in the teacher's lounge.  Well, it wasn't really the language but the 
content.  He was describing a date he'd had several weeks ago and was quite 
graphic about the woman's body.  It just wasn't appropriate for a middle 
school.

    She noticed the address was one of those hotmail.com things.  The chances 
of her finding out who the author was...Well, was probably just about 
impossible.  She'd scare the hell out of the kid or whoever anyway and then 
make some discrete inquiries with the teachers listed to see if they received 
the same mail.

    She drafted a return e-mail and went over it several times before sending.  
Basically it said she was going to expend all the effort required to find out 
who sent this and that whoever was responsible for this poll would be 
prosecuted to the maximum extent of the law.  She felt relieved after sending 
the e-mail.

    It was then she noticed several of the teachers at Black Middle School 
were not listed in the poll.  They were women, who were not very physically 
attractive, like Linda Millhouse and Wanda Hightower.  Linda was about fifty 
pounds over weight but a damn fine teacher; Wanda was closing in on sixty but 
looked ten years older than that.  Secretly she was...Well, not pleased to be 
on the list but what ?  I guess if the truth be told, Donna would rather see 
her name appear, instead of not.  To be honest she should have gone to the 
principal with what she had but didn't.  After all, she was an assistant 
principal and felt she could take care of this herself.

    The next day at school, Donna was vigilant all day long, hoping to catch 
those responsible for the poll.  Kids always talked...They couldn't keep this 
a secret.  She talked to several teachers on the list but none of them had any 
idea what she was talking about.  Well, she didn't exactly come right out and 
describe what she received but asked if they had received any offensive e-mail 
during the previous couple of days ?

    During the eighth grader's lunch period there was quite a commotion in the 
school yard.  A group of about twenty or so kids had formed a large knot over 
by the fence and Donna was sure there was a fight in progress.  Being the 
closest she arrived at the commotion first.

    Before she knew it, the mob of kids enveloped her.  Her way was blocked by 
two large eighth graders and she was straining on her tip toes, hands on their 
shoulders, to see what the commotion was.  In the process, she got sandwiched 
by a couple of other boys.  One of the boys, in front of her, inadvertently 
elbowed her in the solar plexus while turning to see who was hanging on his 
shoulder.  Donna had the wind knocked out of her and bent at the waist.

    Almost immediately she felt a hand on each of her breasts.  As she was 
rising to see who was groping her, she felt the shock of a hand running up 
under her skirt and in between her legs.  She was only wearing panty hose and 
could feel fingers exploring her vagina lips through the material.  She forgot 
all about who was feeling her breasts and reached for the hand that was 
between her legs.  She missed catching it but not before it gave her behind a 
very firm squeeze.

    It was over almost as soon as it began.  The crowd dispersing.  The kids 
walking away.  She heard one of the students saying she should watch where she 
was going.  Several were laughing.  She knew she was beet red and quickly 
marched across the school yard, hoping her embarrassment didn't show too much.  
What was going on ?  This was the second day in a row she'd found herself in a 
awkward situation.  Nothing in her studies or experience ever prepared her for 
this.  The thought of going to talk to the principal about it flashed through 
her mind but she got caught up in a meeting over teacher evals and forgot 
about it until she got home that night.

    The e-mail she received that evening vividly reminded her of what had 
transpired on the school yard during the noon hour.

              Ms. Taylor,
              After I pass the word around, I'm sure you'll do
              well in the hairiest cunt poll.  You know you're
              a shoe in for the tightest ass.  I'd also put my
              money on you for the "most like to fuck" poll too.
              Did you like the feel of my hand on your pussy ?
              I bet you did !

    Donna was shivering with anger.  The nerve of the student who did this.  
The address was the same as the night before and she was determined to find 
out who it was.  After an hour of fruitless exploring on the internet she 
resigned herself to failure and retired for the evening.

                          ***** CHAPTER THREE *****

    She arrived at school early and checked all the bulletin boards.  Not a 
one had any reference to the "poll."  She breathed a sigh of relief and went 
about her business.  She met with the principal just before the opening bell 
and then headed out to watch the kids getting to class.  A group of boys 
walked by and she heard one of them say, "Way to go Ms. T."  She turned but 
the offending boy was anonymous in a crowd of about ten.

    She was on the East side of the school when she found it.  There in the 
very bottom of the bulletin board.

                          black jr. h.s. pussy poll
                                  1) helton
                                  2) taylor
                                  3) taylor
                                  4) taylor

    Donna broke out into a cold sweat and ripped the piece of paper off the 
board.  She marched directly to the principal's office.  "Enough was enough."  
She thought.  The principal patiently listened to her story but dismissed it 
as her imagination.  "Just a coincidence."  He assured her.  He can't imagine 
fourteen or maybe even, thirteen year old boys doing this.  Sleep on it and 
we'll discuss it Monday.

    The day dragged and Donna tried to be everywhere at once, hoping whoever 
was responsible would show their hand or hands.  The day went perfectly and 
the afternoon was spent at "end of school parties."  Some were with the kids 
in their classrooms and then the faculty party.

    She got home a little after seven and was exhausted.  She laid on the bed 
and napped for a while.  It was ten-thirty before she'd finished dinner and 
watched a little T.V.  On the way to bed at eleven she checked her e-mail and 
found several from the offending address.  She opened the first and sucked in 
her breath.  There on the computer screen was a picture of four...No, five 
young, naked boys holding their hard penises.  It was grotesque.  The picture 
was cut off at their shoulders so she couldn't see their faces.  Who could 
they be ?

    She started to open the other mail and found they were individual pictures 
of each boy...Jesus !  They were spurting semen all over the place.  One of 
them was sitting, semen rolling down his stomach.  The second was standing and 
she could see his pole was all slick with his seed.  The rest were the same.  
But none of their faces appeared in the photos.  "Now !  This has gone far 
enough !"  She thought as she reached for the phone.

    When Mr. Wright, the principal, answered it, he was pissed.  "Do you know 
what time it is ?"  Donna hung up the phone.  She looked at her watch.  It was 
almost midnight.  Surely it didn't take her forty-five minutes to look at six 
pictures.  She went to her room and undressed for the night.

    The phone woke her at three.  She groggily, answered it.

    "Ms. Taylor ??"

    Donna answered softly, "Yes..."

    "Did you like the pictures ?"

    She broke out in a sweat.  She could smell her self.  A clammy smell, like 
she'd just made love with her husband.  She imagined the smell pussy on her 
hands, especially the one holding the phone.  The voice continued.

    "I bet you're playing with yourself right now...thinking of my hand on 
your pussy.  I bet you'd love to have all those cocks in your pussy wouldn't 
you ?  Be at the Galleria Mall tomorrow between one and three.  See you then, 
beautiful."  The phone went dead.  Donna was sweating, whether from fear or 
sexual excitement...She didn't know ?  She tossed and turned most of the night 
and didn't get to sleep until just before dawn.

    Every time she dosed off the vision of those five boys appeared in her 
mind.  Instead of penises, though, they were playing with vibrators...Slim, 
pink vibrators, just like her's.  She shivered with the thought as she 
struggled out of bed.

    After embarrassing herself with Mr. Wright last night, she had no 
intention of bothering him again.  Instead she dressed and prepared to be at 
the mall between one and three.  She'd show them.  They were in big trouble 
now.

    Donna was wandering the mall for over an hour before it happened.  While 
walking the down the stairs at Sears, two boys ran past her and grabbed her 
ass as they went by.  She yelled at them but couldn't make it down the stairs 
fast enough because of her high heels.  The boys were lost in the crowd before 
she could get a look at them.  She was looking around when two more boys 
sprinted past her and grabbed her ass again.  She whirled and fell to one 
knee.  She was struggling to her feet when she felt a hand on her arm.

    "Need some help, Mrs. Taylor ?"  It was a Black Jr. High School student.  
She couldn't remember his name but he was very courteous helping her to her 
feet.

    "Thank you..."  She paused a bit.

    "Elliot...Mrs. Taylor.  It looked like those guys almost knocked you down 
on purpose."

    Donna was relieved the young man didn't actually see what happened.  He 
offered to help her to her car.  He was most insistent until she allowed him 
to guide her out of the mall.  The two of them ended up at her car and he 
asked her for a ride home.  She thought nothing of it and drove him to his 
home.  When they arrived, Elliot invited her inside for a soft drink.  Donna 
begged off and was about to leave.

    "Oh !  Come on, Mrs. Taylor.  My mom just made some fresh lemonade...With 
real lemons."

    Donna followed him indoors and sat on the couch as he got the lemonade.  
She thought maybe she would meet his mother but there appeared to be no one 
around.  The lemonade tasted great but it was time to go.  When she tried to 
get to her feet, she fell back on to the couch.

    Elliot was no where around.  She thought she heard the back door opening 
and then closing.  Her head was floating and she felt dizzy.

                           ***** CHAPTER FOUR *****

    The five young men were naked when they entered the front room.  Donna 
tried to get up off the couch again but couldn't.  Her body didn't seem to 
accept the commands her mind was giving it.  She could feel their hands on her 
clothes.  They were taking them off.  She could tell they were excited by the 
tone of their voices and some of them were erect.

    Her blouse was being dragged off over her shoulders.  One of them pushed 
her forward and she could feel hands unsnapping her bra.  Her breasts were 
free and now there were fingers pinching her nipples.

    "Oh !  Fuck !  Is this fucking great !?"  The boy was standing to the 
side, watching.  His hand was sliding up and down his erect penis.  He had a 
very small patch of dark, pubic hair growing above the jutting pole his hand 
was massaging.  His face was a blur...So was his hand as it stroked his erect 
penis.

    Her shoes were off and she could feel her skirt being dragged over her 
hips.  Her panty hose came next and now she was naked...Just like them.

    "Shit !  Look at her pussy.  I've never seen so much hair."  Hands were 
prying her thighs apart.  Another hand was in her bush, roaming around.  She 
felt her vagina being spread apart and now a finger was sliding in her.  She 
wasn't lubricated yet and the young man had to rotate his finger around just 
inside her labia to get her wet.  Donna was surprised at how fast she got wet.  
He was pumping his finger in her and her hips were moving about as two boys 
had her legs spread over their knees.

    "Jesus...She's getting real juicy."  She threw her head back and then the 
boy on her right leaned forward and sucked her right nipple into his mouth.  
She let out a moan.  She could feel his tongue roaming around her erect 
nipple.  The hand between her legs was pumping a finger in and out of her cunt 
like he was jacking off.  She opened her eyes and saw two boys sitting in 
chairs across the room.  They were stroking their dicks as their friends were 
ravaging her body.  The boy between her legs was knee walking forward and now 
she could feel the head of his penis against her vagina lips.

    "Spread her wide..."  The boys on either side of her pulled her legs wider 
apart and then he was in her.  He was nowhere near the size of her husband but 
she could feel the pole of his desire sinking into her belly.  He started 
thrusting and she threw her head back against the back of the couch.  She was 
sloppy wet between the legs and the young man was just fucking the shit out of 
her.

    "Ooooh !  Fuck...Here I cum."  She could feel his seed drenching her 
vaginal canal.  He kept fucking...Only ending when his penis was flaccid and 
slipped out of her.  He pulled back from her and as she looked up one of the 
boys from across the room was standing between her legs.

    "Fuck !  You really blew a load in her, Evert."  He was dropping to his 
knees and then he was in her, fucking her like a wild man.  His cock was just 
a little bigger than his friend's but she could feel the difference.  Somebody 
had a hand in her hair.

    She found the boy to her left up on his knees next to her.  His erect cock 
just inches from her face.  "Some of us have a bet Ms. T.  I figure you've 
sucked a little cock in your life.  Bobby Joe says "no."  How about letting me 
put my cock in your mouth and settle the question for us ?"  His cock was 
against her cheek.  "Come on...Now, Donna.  Suck my cock."  She looked up at 
his face.  It was twisted in a mask of lust.  He was hairier than the other 
boys and she just remembered his name...Shawn.  He was bigger than the others 
too.  Bigger than her husband also.  The boy on his knees, between her legs, 
was still fucking her.  He started to spasm and she could feel her insides 
become flooded with his spunk.  The third to fuck her was taking his place 
between her splayed legs.

    "God !  It's dribbling out of her.  Turn her over.  I want to fuck her 
doggie style.  She can blow you, Shawn, while I'm fucking her !"  His voice 
was high pitched with his excitement.

    She was pulled off the couch and on her knees on the carpet.  The one 
behind her wasted no time and filled her with one thrust.  He was fucking like 
a rabbit when Shawn pulled her face off the floor.  He pushed it into his 
groin and she could smell him, feel his hard, hot boner against her face.

    "Suck it, Donna."  When she licked him she thought he was going to cum.  
He arched off the floor and damn near poked his cock into one of her eyes.  He 
had his hand on the shaft and guided his cock head to her lips.  She opened 
her mouth and her lips slid down his shaft.  She choked when his hard penis 
ran into the back of her throat.  He moaned real loud and thrust up.  His 
hands were on the back of her head and she couldn't escape.  Spurt after spurt 
of cum was flooding her mouth.  She coughed and spit up most of it.  The penis 
in her mouth was getting soft.  Another was taking it's place.

    The one fucking her was yelling and screaming as his penis shot another 
load of hot spunk into her womb.  She realized that she had been thrusting 
back at him and then another was filling her.  She started thrusting back at 
him.  The penis in front of her face was soft and she could see some of his 
semen in his pubic hair.  She heard, "Suck it, Donna."  Her lips closed around 
the head and she sucked about half of his cock into her mouth.

    The one behind her was wild, pumping his cock in and out of her cunt at an 
ever increasing speed.  His hands were on her ass, spreading her cheeks apart.  
The cock in her mouth was getting hard.  Her head was bobbing over his lap.  
Her lips coated with cum, sliding up and down his shaft without any 
encouragement.

    "Look at this hairy asshole !"  She felt a finger against it and then it 
was worming into her.  The one fucking her kept up the same pace and the 
finger in her anus started to pick it up.  She was bucking back against the 
twin invasions between her legs.  The cock in her mouth started to twitch and 
then she was tasting cum again.  She could feel it dribbling out of her mouth 
and down over her lips.  The cock left her cunt and now she could feel it 
against her anus.  Her head jerked out of the lap below her and one of his 
spurts splattered against her face.  She heard herself scream as the kid 
behind her buried his hard penis in her bowels.  He was fucking her and she 
was fucking back.  Another cock was presented to her mouth and she gobbled him 
down.  It was flaccid but wouldn't remain that way long.  Her tongue worked 
right under the crown and it was growing in her mouth.

    The kid behind her screamed out..."God !  She's got a tight ass...Oh !  
Fuck !  I'm cuming."  She could feel her anal passage become slippery with his 
jizzim.  Another was taking his place.  It must be Shawn as his cock felt so 
big on the way in.  He was banging against her ass, his hard, young cock 
buried in her bowels.  He was fucking her faster than the other boy, her anus 
now lubricated with a load of cum.  The cock in her mouth was now very hard 
and she was sure the young thing was going to lose his load any second.

    Here it came.  A river of cum flowed out of her mouth as he fucked her 
face, thrusting his ass up off the carpet, forcing his cock in and out of her 
mouth.  Shawn, behind her, was fucking like a jack hammer in and out of her.  
She started cuming when he reached out and started fondling her breasts.  She 
was up on her hands and knees, looking back at him.  Sweat was rolling down 
his chest and arms.  The other four were watching as he fucked her asshole.  
Two of them were stroking hard cocks and she had no doubt that they would 
replace Shawn when he was finished fucking her.

    Just a few seconds later, Shawn pulled his cock out of her and rubbed it 
up and down the crack of her ass.  She could see the head peek up above her 
back every two or three strokes.

    "Squeeze your ass, Donna."  She did and saw a spurt of semen erupt out of 
the head of his cock and arc up over her back and land on her left ass cheek.  
Another spurt dribbled down his shaft and her crack got real slippery with his 
spunk.  Another boy crawled over to her face and rose to pump a load of warm 
cum into her cheek and hair.  Another was pushing his cock into her ass.  She 
was thrusting already and then it was on her.  Her whole body shook as the 
teenager behind her pumped his cock in and out of her asshole.

    She screamed out her orgasm as another boy crawled up and deposited, yet 
another load into her face.  "Aaagghhhh...Cuuuumming...I'mmmm cumming...Shit !  
Faster...Faster...Fuuuuck !"  The kid behind her was pumping like a runaway 
train and Donna finally slipped to her stomach.  The boy knelt behind her and 
stroked his cock until it spurted several strings of semen on to her ass 
cheeks.  She could feel his cum dribbling down between the cheeks of her ass, 
her vagina and anus hemorrhaging semen.  She'd lost track of how many times 
they fucked her.  She couldn't stop shaking.  She was rubbing her mound 
against the carpet.  Her ass cheeks twitching every once and a while, her buns 
looked like over filled balloons as they twitched.

    One of the boys slapped her ass and exclaimed, "Want some more, Ms. T. ?"  
She slowly raised her ass and felt a couple of hands on her hips.  The hard, 
teenage cock slid right into her cunt and started fucking immediately.

                              ***** EPILOG *****

    Donna Taylor was walking the halls.  Another school year out of the way.  
She wondered what she'd do this Summer.  Last Summer was a blur of hard, 
teenage cocks and lots and lots of gooey, white cum.  That afternoon it 
started.....

    Donna sat on the bed for a long while before she went to the bathroom.  
She felt like she was covered in cum.  She could taste it in her mouth, feel 
it dribbling out of her cunt and asshole.  The inside of her thighs and ass 
had a sticky feeling to them.

    The woman in the mirror couldn't be her...Could it ?  Her frosted hair was 
a rat's nest, sticking out here and there.  She could actually see splotches 
of dried cum in it.  She stripped of her jacket and blouse.  Her bra was left 
to the boys.  Her nipples were still tender from all the sucking.  Her skirt 
and slip were next.  She was naked.  Her dark bush was a swamp of dried and 
still wet cum.  She got into the shower and began to wash her pussy.  Her 
vagina lips were swollen and tender.  She shivered as she rubbed her finger 
against her clitoris.  The next time she'd teach them how to stimulate her 
clitoris !  She knew there'd be a next time.  She was positive.....

    She found the announcement way down at the bottom of the bulletin board.  
She folded it and went to her office.

                          black jr. h.s. pussy poll
                                 1) singleton
                                  2) taylor
                                 3) williams
                                  4) taylor

    Good !  She won number four again.  She could hardly wait to visit the 
mall this weekend.

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