It was the last week of school, and Sandra couldn’t wait for it to be over. She was 24, and this was her first year teaching. It hadn’t been wonderful. These second-year seniors she was teaching were rowdy, and sometimes openly disrespectful. She had spent many nights crying in frustration. But the summer was approaching, and she was going to abandon teaching for good. Only one week left.
Because the summer was approaching and it was hot outside, Sandra dressed more simply. The school had a strict dress code, even for teachers. But what did she care? Five more days left. What were they going to do? Fire her?
Her looks hadn’t gone unnoticed among the students. She was young, short, perfectly rounded. She had ice-blue eyes and full lips that had a constant pout. Her breasts were enormous. Some of the male students bet how big they were. Some said D-cup, some said DD. But they were all wrong. Her red hair was bright, and constrated nicely against her milky skin.
She walked into First Period on Monday morning wearing tiny black shorts, a tight white t-shirt concealing a tiny white bra, and her hair was pulled up. She knew she was probably showing too much skin—especially the ample cleavage on display when she bent over slightly—but she didn’t care.
There was a dozen kids in her First Period class. And it was easily her worst class. They were the “bad kids.” Six boys and six girls, all of them Hispanic and black. They were loud and obnoxious and rude, but she usually just let them run wild, as long as they promised not to make too much noise. It was easier to give into them than fight them every day.
The girls leered at Sandra’s outfit, and the guys stared blatantly. She’d gotten used to some suggestive looks from the boys and distrustful glares from the girls, but with today’s outfit, the attention on her was tripled. She sat down behind her desk as the bell rang.
“Okay, everyone,” she said. “Only one week left. So just study or talk or whatever. Just don’t leave the classroom.” And with that, she opened a fashion magazine and tuned them out.
Fifteen minutes later, Tyrone, the biggest boy in class, said, “Hey, Miss Sandra!”
She looked up from her magazine, slightly annoyed. “What is it, Tyrone?”
“Can you do that math problem for us? It’s for our math quiz later today.”
Sandra looked up to the chalkboard. One of the kids had written a fairly simple algebra equation.
“You want me to help you cheat on your math quiz?” Sandra asked, incredulous.
“Nah, miss. It ain’t cheating. It’s just helping us study. We gots to pass this quiz, else we might fail math class,” Tyrone said. Sandra looked around the room. The kids seemed to be calm, which was unusual. Everyone was at a desk, paying attention.
Sandra sighed and stood up. She walked to the chalkboard, but couldn’t find chalk on the tray.
“Oh, there’s some chalk down there, miss.”
Tyrone was pointing to the corner, where a piece of chalk laid on the carpet. Sandra walked over and bent down to pick it up. She was careful to bend at the knees, so as not to show off too much of her ass, which she knew was popular among black guys.
Still, she could feel their eyes on the backs of her legs, her ass, her curvy hips. She walked back to the board and began solving the equation. But her algebra was rusty so it was taking awhile.
Tyrone quietly stood up and walked up behind Sandra, who didn’t hear him. He turned back to the class. The guys were gesturing at him excitedly. They were in on it. The girls looked confused by what Tyrone was doing, but they were paying close attention.
Smoothly, Tyrone reached around and placed one large hand on each of Sandra’s enormous tits. He grabbed s solid hold of them and gave them a couple of quick squeezes.
Sandra was stunned. She tried to turn around, but Tyrone leaned into her, pushing her against the chalkboard. His hands continued their assault on her breasts. They were overflowing even Tyrone’s enormous hands.
“HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?!?” Sandra squealed. “STOP IT! STOP IT!”
Tyrone laughed a bit and gave his teacher’s enormous tits a firm squeeze.
“STOP RIGHT NOW, DAMNIT!” Sandra cried out.
A few of the boys laughed. The girls watched stunned, but they weren’t big fans of Sandra’s, so they didn’t say anything.
Sandra managed to look over her shoulder enough to see who was attacking her.
“Tyrone! Stop this right now! What are you doing?!?!”
Tyrone finally spoke up: “We been talking all year ’bout how big these titties are. So now I got to find out.” Tyrone looked over his shoulder out to his buddies in the room, and he told them, “And trust me, these some big-ass titties.”
The guys laughed. A couple of the girls did, too. Sandra began to cry and struggle more violently. Tyrone’s enormous body—-more fat than muscle—-easily kept her pinned against the chalkboard, her tits squishing out from her sides.
“Tyrone, please! I’m your teacher, for chrissakes! You can’t do this!”
“Shut up, bitch!” Tyrone shouted. It shut Sandra up instantly. The girls hushed. The guys watched on with more interest.
Tyrone leaned in close to Sandra’s ear and gave it a quick, sloppy lick with his wet tongue. “What’s it look like I’m doing? I’m finally getting to play with this fine white teacher ass.” And with that, Tyrone thrust his hips into Sandra’s ass, which was sticking out a bit by the way he had her positioned. He was only half-erect, but that still made a huge impression when Sandra felt it press between against her ass.
“I’m finally going to see what it’s like to fuck some white pussy,” Tyrone spat, and gave her ear another violent lick.
“Please, noooo,” Sandra said, her words dissolving into a wailing cry. Tyrone gestured with his head to a friend, who ran to the classroom door and locked it.
“You try to scream, I’m going to hurt you. Understand, bitch?”
Sandra wailed again. Tyrone squeezed her tits harder.
“I said: Do you understand? Huh, bitch?”
“I understand, I understand, please please…” Sandra cried, softer now. She was terrified.
Tyrone grabbed Sandra by the shoulders and easily spun her around. Her legs almost collapsed beneath her, but she managed to stay standing. Tyrone was in her face. His breath was hot on her cheek. He had a maniacal twinkle in his eyes. She was terrified.
Still holding her arm with one large hand, Tyrone grabbed the top of Sandra’s top. He turned out to the classroom, many of whom had moved up closer.
“So. Y’all think we should settle the bet once and for all?” he said and tugged at the top of Sandra’s tight shirt.
A couple of the kids said “Yeah!” One of the girls, too. Everyone was smiling, enjoying seeing their sexy and bitchy teacher get some fear knocked into her.
And then, with one violent tug, Tyrone ripped Sandra’s shirt down the front, letting it fall wide open. Her enormous breasts popped into view. So round. So perfectly shaped, topped by medium-sized nipples. They jiggled for a second at the tear, but then settled down, heaving only with Sandra’s muffled cries.
The class cheered a bit—some clapping, some hooting and hollering. Tyrone turned and stared down at Sandra’s heavenly mounds. They were so tan and smooth. He’d never seen anything so big on such a tiny woman.
“So what do we do with this bitch now?” he asked.
Little did Sandra know, but what would happen next was just the beginning of a week-long torture.
There she was, standing in front of the class, her t-shirt ripped open and her enormous breasts exposed to the class. Tyrone stood next to her, holding a handful of her hair in his fist as though he was presenting her to the class. Sandra silently wept, her eyes clinched shut.
“So what do we do with this bitch now?” Tyrone asked, looking down at his teacher’s beautiful tits heaving as she cried.
“Squeeze those bad boys!” one of the black boys from the back of the class shouted.
“Good idea,” Tyrone said. He reached over with his free hand and held Sandra’s left breast in his huge black palm. It barely fit. He shook the breast a bit, and the kids began cheering.
“How’d a little bitch like you get such big titties?” Tyrone asked, licking his lips. He didn’t wait for her to answer, and he leaned down and stuck out his thick wet tongue. He barely grazed one of Sandra’s round pink nipples with it, and it instantly perked up and got hard. She could hear the kids cheering, but Sandra kept her eyes clinched shut.
“Look at her! This bitches big nipples got hard in a second!” Tyrone shouted back to the class. And then he dove in completely, opening his mouth wide and swallowing a mouthful of titflesh. He wrapped his big thick wet lips around a significant portion of Sandra’s right tit. He let go of her hair and wrapped both hands around it, trying to stuff more into his mouth.
Sandra finally opened her eyes and looked down. Tyrone was buried in her enormous cleavage—her round white globes suffocating his dark black face. He was making disgusting slurping sounds and moaning. He was going nuts all over her, like a hungry animal. He quickly switched his mouth to her other breast.
Kyle, one of the skinniest and scrawniest black kids in the class, hopped up from his desk and ran to Tyrone’s side. He immediately attached his lips to her free breast. And suddenly, Sandra—-who was such a proper little white daddy’s girl—was having her magnificent tits slobbered all over by two young black guys.
She hated it. She cried some more and tried to push them away finally. But Kyle and Tyrone leaned in and pushed her up against the chalkboard, pinning her arms to her sides. They were moaning loudly now.
After a minute of tit-assault, Kyle pulled back and looked up at Sandra. Sandra frowned at him, tears falling from her eyes.
“Damn, missus! You got some big titties and they taste gooood!” he said, and went back to his masterful sucking of his teacher’s boob.
Her nipples were rock hard now, and Tyrone was tugging lightly on them with his filthy teeth. Sandra told herself it was involuntary, but she immediately new it was a lie. The boys were being surprisingly sensual with her tits, and in some part of her mind, it was turning her on.
The rest of the class, about ten kids in all, had all formed a semi-circle around the scene. The boys grinned and rubbed their palms together. The girls just stared in surprise. Sandra tried not to look them in the eyes, but instead looked down at the two young black students expertly working her tits into a frenzy.
A moment later, Sandra noticed that she had lifted her arms and wrapped her dainty white hands around the backs of both boys’ heads. She was cradling them as they suckled on her titflesh. This shocked her. Why would she absent-mindedly pull their hungry mouths further into her titflesh? This was a horrible thing happening to her, not something to spur along. But the part of Sandra that said “This is so fucking hot” was growing louder. She tried to quell it by focusing on the fact she was being assaulted by young boys.
Finally, Tyrone pulled away. He pulled Kyle away with him. Sandra silently felt an immediate loss, but she hoped they didn’t see her disappointment on her face.
“Turn around, bitch,” Tyrone said. His harsh tone shocked her back to reality, and she got scared again.
“I said TURN AROUND, YOU SLUT” he yelled and pulled his fist up, threatening to hit her. Sandra obeyed immediately, spinning around on her high heels.
“Bend over, stick that fat ass out.”
Sandra did, placing her hands against the chalkboard.
“Up! Stick that ass out and UP, bitch!” he yelled at her. The boys giggled behind him.
Sandra dipped her hips, and her surprisingly plump ass raised up. Her tits, wet with the boys’ saliva, pushed out amazingly from her chest.
“Good little bitch!” Tyrone said.
Suddenly, Sandra felt his palm land hard—SMACK!—-against her ass. She yelped a bit, and the class burst into laughter. This egged Tyrone on, and he spanked her again, reeling back and slapping her hard enough to send her onto her tip toes, and she almost feel off balance in her heels.
“You like that bitch? You like when Tyrone smacks your fat ass?” Kyle asked, leaning in close to the side of Sandra’s face. She shook her head. Tyrone smacked her again.
“You KNOW you like it, bitch!” Kyle said, leaning in even closer and licking her ear.
Tyrone shouted from behind Sandra: “Tell this whole class what a fat ass you have!!”
SMACK!
Sandra said, in a half whimper: “I have a fat ass.”
Kyle licked her ear again and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back. He spread his fat lips over hers and plunged his tongue into her mouth. He was obviously inexperienced with women, because he slobbered all over her mouth. He was moaning again. He pulled away and said, “Louder, bitch.” Sandra looked into his grinning eyes and was terrified of the lust she saw. He was turning into some sort of animal. She had to obey. Or else.
“I have a fat ass!” she screamed, louder than she thought she would. The class applauded and made whooping noises.
“Again,” Tyrone said, his large palm coming down hard again on her unexposed ass.
“I have a big juicy ass! Everybody loves watching my ass shake!” she screamed out. Kyle went in and gave her a quick, deep kiss.
“Listen to this bitch, Tyrone,” he said. “She just be makin’ her own shit up! Sayin’ shit we didn’t even tell her to say!”
“That’s cuz she one horny white bitch! Ain’t that right, Miss Sandra?” Tyrone said.
She nodded furiously. Please God, she thought, let this end soon. I’ll do anything to let this end soon.
But, of course, it wasn’t ending anytime soon.
Sandra was bent forward, almost parallel to the floor, her hands spread wide against the chalkboard for support and her ass sticking as high as she could manage. That’s what Tyrone wanted, and right now, he was in charge of everything.
He stepped up behind her, ending his relentless spanking, and pressed his pelvis into her shorts-covered ass. Sandra stumbled a bit, but Tyrone’s hands wrapped around her tiny waist and held her up. If he was hard yet, Sandra couldn’t tell, but the pressure and heat from his crotch press hard into her round ass was startling.
“Tyrone, please. Please don’t do anymore! If you stop now, I promise I won’t say anything to anyone. This can be a classroom secret. Nobody needs to get in trou—-“
SMACK! Tyrone interrupted her plea with a sharp smack to the side of her enormous tits.
“Bitch, we already in this for the long run. We gosta to start what we finished here.”
The students gathered a couple of feet away made noises of agreement. Sandra turned her head to look at them and noticed that one of the black boys was busy making out with one of the Latina girls. He was wildly groping her tits while she sucked on his exposed tongue. The rest of the class didn’t notice (or didn’t care). Sandra turned away, disgusted with the whole scene.
Tyrone hooked his fingers into Sandra’s black micro-shorts, but before she could protest, he ripped them down to her knees in one quick movement. The suddenness caused her plump ass (and how a woman so petite got such big tits and big ass was still a mystery to the rest of the students) to shake and jiggle a bit. Tyrone laughed and class cheered as her tiny black thong came into view. It was bisecting one of the most amazing asses the world had ever seen: perfectly plump, thick but not wide, jutting out from her narrow hips with force, and just loose enough to jiggle but quite firm.
“Daaaaamn!” said the runty little Kyle, who was standing beside Tyrone. They both took in the view of this amazing white booty. They thought only black girls had nice asses, but it was obvious that some white bitches can out-do any black girl’s ass. Sandra was amazing.
She was still bending over, wearing nothing but the scraps of her shredded t-shirt, her tiny short bundled at her ankles, ridiculously high heels, and a slim black thong. She felt the fear welling up in her again.
Kyle took the liberty of smacking one of Sandra’s plump cheeks first. It wasn’t a hard slap (he was a weakling, after all) but it stung plenty. Sandra let a slight moan of pain escape her lips.
“That’s right, teacher miss!”
Tyrone smacked the other cheek, but let his hand linger and give a quick squeeze. This, he liked. So instead of spanking her again, he grabbed two enormous handfuls of Sandra’s tan ass. He let go and watch the flesh jiggle a moment before stopping. He did it again. And again. Each time he was a bit rougher. He was really marveling at the pure beauty of it. He was like a little kid with a new and confusing toy.
Kyle stepped forward to join in the fun, but Tyrone elbowed him aside: “Let me get some of this, motherfucker. Go kiss on her titties or somethin.”
While Tyrone continued his exploration of Sandra’s perfect round booty, Kyle came around to her front. He used a fistful of her hair to yank Sandra into a semi-standing position. He stepped between her and the chalkboard, and she once again pressed her hands against it for support. Now, she was just inches from Kyle’s stupid grin and horrible breath. He was a smoker, even at 18. Sandra clinched her eyes shut.
“Look at me,” Kyle said quite loudly. Tyrone just kept pinching and spanking.
Sandra opened her eyes. The pip-squeak disgusted her. Short and thin, with bad teeth and breath.
“Now kiss me, bitch. And make it some good shit!” Kyle said, doing his best impression of a confident kid. But he wasn’t waiting for her to make the first move, of course, and so he grabbed her by the back of the head and pulled her mouth onto his. She didn’t move her mouth, but he pried it open with his long, slippery tongue. He explored every inch of her mouth, moaning and wildly grinding his lips against her. He reached down a bit and started violently massaging her tits.
It was like she was being fucked by two overgrown monkeys.
And then suddenly, a tingle shot down Sandra’s spine. The combination of rough ass-play behind her and the filthy, but passionate, kiss … along with the expert manipulation of her enormous tits by Kyle’s soft hands … it was apparently making her body respond.
Sandra shut her eyes tighter, and she tried to ignore the feeling. But it was still there. Growing with each thrust of Kyle’s tongue down her throat, and with each light spanking Tyrone gave her from behind. She was terrified of everything happening to her, but her body didn’t give a shit about terror or pain.
All it wanted, in that moment, was for these two young black … well, studs … to stop doing what they were doing. They weren’t going to stop, not anytime soon. Nope, they had a lot of plans for her.
“Enough fucking around,” Tyrone announced to the class. “Let’s get this bitch performin.”
The puny little black kid, Kyle, stopped kissing Sandra. He nodded his head in approval. “Yeah, this bitch needs to show us what she can do.”
Tyrone grabbed Sandra’s slender wrist and dragged her toward her desk. The class, who had been watching the entire assault, reformed their circle around them. Tyrone placed one hand on the back of her neck and pushed her over the desk. Her ass was so round and thick it couldn’t help but thrust out. Kyle pushed her skirt further up, giving everyone a great view of her juicy white ass.
“Look at that ass, Tyrone!” Kyle giggled. And he gave it another hard smack. The smooth flesh shook for a moment before settling down.
Sandra, meanwhile, had given into her attackers. It was best, she decided, to just let them do what they wanted. It would all be over soon, right?
While Kyle attended to Sandra’s big ass, Tyrone had moved around to the front of the desk. His crotch was just inches from her face. He smiled down at her.
“Look up at me, bitch” he commanded. Sandra craned her neck upward. He was snarling down at her, his few gold teeth peeking through his enormous lips. She was disgusted by him.
“Now look down here,” Tyrone said. Sandra looked down at his crotch again. She could see his cock STRAINING to get out of his jeans. It must be enormous if it could make such an obvious bulge in his thick, loose jeans.
“Open it up and pull out my dick,” Tyrone growled. Behind her, Kyle was smacking Sandra’s ass again and again, all to the giggles of the lookers-on from the class.
She reached out and fumbled his zipper. Her perfectly manicured fingernails couldn’t seem to open his button. But after a moment (and a few more spanks from Kyle) she finally popped it open. She eased his zipper down. And even from her awkward position bent over the desk, she reached into his jeans and … she felt it.
It was rock hard. And it was obviously enormous. With some help from Tyrone, she was able to pull it up and out the top of his jeans. When it came into view, Sandra gasped. She’d never seen anything quite like it. It was a full ten inches, easily. It was dark black with thick veins curling up the sides. And the head? It was like a golf ball perched at the end, and it glistened with just a hint of pre-cum. It bobbed and swayed in front of her face. Tyrone grabbed it at the base, and even his enormous hands barely fit around the entire thing.
“You like that, bitch?” he asked.
Sandra nodded a little. Tyrone grabbed her thick hair in his hand and yanked it back. She was staring up at him. “I said, DO YOU LIKE THAT DICK???”
Sandra answered, gasping for breath. “Yes! Yes! I like your dick, Tyrone!”
“Then why don’t you show the class?!” he snarled. He looked over at his classmates, he were smiling and giggling and watching as Kyle continued to shake Sandra’s ass.
“What y’all think? Think teach needs to suck some dick?” he asked. They all cheered. That was enough for Tyrone.
So he hooked his hands under Sandra’s arms and slid her further across her desk. Now she was completely on top of it, her gorgeous white ass sticking high in the air. With one hand Tyrone held his dick out, and with the other he guided her mouth head toward it.
As his cock approached her mouth, Sandra decided not to fight. She let her lips fall open and her tongue push out. She wanted to get it wet so it wouldn’t hurt as much. And before she knew it, that engorged cock head was sliding along the tip of her tongue, past her teeth, and into the back of her mouth.
Tyrone moaned. “Now, do a good job! Keep it nice and sexy, bitch!”
He held his hands entwined in her hair, holding her in place. He made several long, slow strokes in and out, using her mouth as a fuck hole. After a few slow strokes, he sped up. And within a minute he was fucking Sandra’s mouth. She gagged a bit more with each thrust, as Tyrone tried to work more and more into her. A couple of times, he held it there, gyrating his hips and letting his cock vibrate against the back of her throat. And when he slid it out, it was coated in saliva. Long strands dripped from his cock and her chin.
Tyrone’s creepy little friend, Kyle, came around to watch the blowjob up close.
“Damn, this bitch is liking it!!” he squealed.
“I know she is! Look at her. Look at this white bitch loving some young black dick,” Tyrone chuckled. He pulled his dick out of her mouth, held it in his hand, and began smacking it against her face.
“You like this young black dick?” Tyrone asked her.
Sandra caught her breath. She knew what she was supposed to say. But it wasn’t a complete lie. She’d been surprised at how nice it had felt in her mouth. She could feel it harden in her throat, could feel the blood pulsing through it.
She looked up at Tyrone.
“I love your fat black dick. I love sucking on that black dick. I love it. Give me some more!” Sandra said, trying to muster a sexy smile. She still wanted this whole ordeal to end, but she knew it would be easier if she played along. “Please, Tyrone!” And she opened her mouth again.
As he reentered her throat, Tyrone told Kyle to get ready for his turn. Instead of just pulling out his cock, the skinny Kyle decided to strip completely naked. Out of the corner of her eye, Sandra could see Kyle yank off his shirt and kick his jeans off. Pretty soon he was standing just a foot away, completely nude. Sandra couldn’t get a direct look, but she was pretty sure Kyle had an enormous dick. Way too large for his tiny frame.
“Suck this fat black cock, bitch” Tyrone kept shouting. And unknown person had taken over Kyle’s spanking duties. And with each thrust of Tyrone’s cock into her throat, someone spanked her. They worked into a quick, steady rhythm. And all that could be heard was Kyle’s giggling and the wet, slurping sounds as Sandra tried her best to suck Tyrone’s dick like he wanted.
“My turn!” Kyle finally said. Tyrone made a few more thrusts and pulled out. Sandra gasped, out of breath. But before she knew it, Kyle had taken up position in front of her mouth. And she was right: his cock was enormous. Tyrone’s was long and thick, but Kyle’s was about four inches longer and thin. It was an absurd cock, but fascinating to look at.
“What ya think of this big dick, teach?” he asked.
Sandra grinned up at him. “It’s huge! I’ve never seen a dick this big before, baby.”
And Kyle took that as his cue to smack her across the cheek with it. Sandra was surprised, but it didn’t hurt. He smacked the other cheek. Then he spanked it against her forehead a couple of times, which meant his balls were swinging just an inch from Sandra’s mouth.
And before she knew what she was doing, Sandra was leaning in to suck his balls into her mouth. This caught Kyle by surprise, but he reacted by leaning into her, letting her suck more of his sack into her mouth.
Sandra felt the heavy balls rolling around in her mouth. She sucked softly, almost sweetly. Meanwhile, Kyle kept lightly spanking his dick on her forehead. Her face was covered in dick.
When Kyle pulled away, Sandra found herself momentarily sad. But she didn’t have much time to miss his ball, because Kyle was slowly working his dick into her mouth. For five full minutes, everyone watched as Sandra slurped on her student’s dick. He held her by the head and kept egging her on. Her huge tits swayed obscenely beneath her. The mystery spanker was now grabbing handfuls of her ass and making it shake. Tyrone stood off to the side, slowly stroking his wet cock and staring at Sandra’s fat ass.
“Time to do this white bitch right!” Tyrone shouted to his classmates and giving Sandra’s big ass a hard slap. She was still bent over the edge of the desk, her skirt pulled up, her enormous tits swaying beneath her as she swallowed the entirety of Kyle’s cock.
She was being Molestationd in front of her classroom of inner-city students, and Sandra was beginning to give in to it. After all, Kyle’s dick tasted sweet and the rough Pervert Exploit Tyrone was giving her ass—-slaps, shakes, spanks—was turning her on. She hated herself for reacting to this situation, but she was a broken woman. She might as well try to enjoy it while it lasted.
Tyrone continued to stroke his dick and moved up behind her. The feeling of her soft ass pressed against his pelvis was amazing.
“You ready for some Tyrone dick?” he asked Sandra. She mumbled something over Kyle’s dick.
“Take yo’ dick out of her mouth. Let me hear this bitch.”
Kyle didn’t look happy about sliding his soaked cock from his teacher’s throat, but he wasn’t about to disobey Tyrone. Sandra opened her eyes and saw her salive dripping in heavy globs from Kyle’s gorgeous dick.
“You ready for some Tyrone dick?” he asked again, slapping his cock against Sandra’s wide ass.
Sandra nodded slightly.
“SPEAK UP, BITCH!” Tyrone shouted. Some of the girls watching giggled.
“Yes,” Sandra said in a whisper. She was still trying to pretend she didn’t like this.
“I said SPEAK UP!!!” Tyrone shouted, this time grabbing a handful of her hair and yanking her up. This caused her enormous tan globes to press out obscenely. Kyle took the opportunity to grab them and give them a few rough squeezes.
Tyrone leaned into Sandra’s ear, gave it a sloppy lick, and asked again: “You want to get fucked, teacher?”
The feeling of Tyrone’s heavy cock resting on her ass, along with the treatment Kyle was giving to her bouncy boobs was too much. She gave in fully.
“Yes! Yes! I want to get fucked!” Sandra squealed. The onlookers giggled some more. Out of the corner of her eye, Sandra could see a couple of the boys watching this had pulled out their own cocks and were stroking them violently.
“You ever had young black dick, bitch?”
“No.”
“You probably dreamed of me fucking you, huh, teacher??” Tyrone asked, licking her ear again. This drove Sandra wild and she squirmed in place. She was on her tip-toes. She pressed back to push her ass more fully against Tyrone’s hot dick.
“Yes, I have dreamed about you,” she said.
“When you fuck your boyfriend, do you think of me, bitch?!?!” Tyrone said, giggling a bit.
“Yes! I can’t cum with him unless I’m thinking about you.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes! His dick is nothing compared to yours.”
“Call me daddy,” Tyrone said, seeing how far he could push this.
“Daddy Tyrone, please fuck me,” Sandra said. She knew what he wanted, and if it would end this soon and get her a good hard fucking, she’d say anything.
“Bend over you fucking bitch,” Tyrone shouted and shoved her forward, laying her flat on the desk. Her pendulous soft tits pressed out from her sides. Her apple-shaped ass was high in the air.
Tyrone positioned his cockhead against her pussy lips. Sandra moaned involuntarily. Kyle began smacking his cock against her cheeks.
And without warning, Tyrone plunged into his white teacher. He went deep, all the way to the base, all in one long wet stroke.
Sandra screamed. It hurt. She wasn’t expecting him to fill her up right away. She actually slid a little across the desk, but Tyrone grabbed her hips and pulled her hard into him. And with his dirty fingers deep in her hip flesh, he began pistoning her pussy.
“Shiiiiiit! This bitch is TIGHT!” he laughed, looking at his fellow classmates. They laughed back.
“Oh FUCK!” Sandra shouted several times, with each thrust of Tyrone into her pussy. She wasn’t lying before: her boyfriend couldn’t fill her up like this. No way.
“You like this hard dick?” Tyrone asked.
“GOD YES! I love your fat fucking cock, daddy!”
“Tell Kyle. Tell him who you love fucking.”
Sandra turned her face to the side to look up at Kyle, who was still pressing his glistening dick head into her soft cheeks.
“Tyrone is my daddy. Tyrone’s got the biggest fucking dick in the whole school. I love fucking his dick.”
“Black dick!” Tyrone corrected, smiling and continuing to pound away at her slippery cunt.
“BLACK DICK! YES! I love Tyrone’s fat juicy black dick. He’s my black cock daddy!”
“That’s right, bitch!”
“I’m your bitch! Just don’t. Stop. Fucking me. Ever! FUUUUUCK YESSSSS!” she shouted. She thought for a second about someone hearing her from the hallway, but she was too lost in the ecstasy of the fucking to care. She took a few half-hearted licks at Kyle’s cock, but Tyrone was all she cared about in that moment.
Suddenly, Sandra could tell she was about to cum. The orgasm snuck up on her, but it was on its way, and there was no stopping it.
Tyrone had stopped talking as he concentrated on working his dick into every corner of his big-tittied slut teacher’s pussy.
“I’m going to cum, daddy. I’m going to cum, daddy! DADDY! DADDY!”
And then she did. For half a minute, Sandra’s entire body spasmed as her pussy clinched Tyrone’s cock and held on, trying to juice every ounce of pleasure from it. She was sweating. She was shaking. As her orgasm faded, she smiled and laid down across the desk fully.
“That’s a good bitch,” Tyrone said, continuing to fuck her, waiting for his own orgasm to come.
“Mmmmm yes,” Sandra cooed. “Yes, daddy. Keep fucking me until you cum.”
But when it was time for Tyrone to cum, she didn’t expect him to do what he did…
BY poltergasm