Teachers Potential · Part 1 (1/2)
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As Kareem Weathers pushed his cart through the hall he glanced down at his watch, 6:23. One more classroom and he would be out of there and hitting on that new barmaid at Jelly Rolls by 6:45, 7:00 at the latest. Not that the young thing ever paid him any attention. Still though he enjoyed the challenge and who knew, maybe, just maybe, one of these days he would get in her pants. Pushing open the door he stopped dead in his tracks. What the hell was she still doing here he wondered. Ms Reynolds, actually Mrs. Regina Reynolds never stayed this late. As he stepped quietly into the room and began pushing his dust mop over the floor her head never rose from the papers cluttering her desk.
Out of the corner of his eye he continued to look at her and for perhaps the hundredth time since the start of the school year he mentally undressed her. There was just something about her that set his blood to pumping and today was no different. Maybe it was because she didn't dress like the other teachers. Not that he didn't appreciate and find it highly arousing that the others wore blouses who's buttons threatened to pop open and skirts that were not only short but in several cases looked as if they had been painted on. Whether Mrs. Reynolds manner of dress was like a steak to a man accustomed to hamburgers or his own sense of what a proper woman should dress like he wasn't certain. All he knew was that he highly approved of and found her stylish clothes stimulating to his old libido.
He especially liked the dress she was wearing today. Not that her usual wrap around or other knee length dresses such as her silk and chiffon ones, that if not for their lining would be transparent, didn't twitch his baby maker he mumbled. As he continued to watch her out of the corner of his eyes he mentally unfastened one after the other of the buttons running the length of her shirt dress. A lecherous grin curled his lips as in his minds eye he slowly parted the thin material of her dress after loosening the last button. He had little doubt that if such ever happened his old eyes would feast on a truly hot body.
For a second he froze as her head rose and she looked right at him. A far away look clouded her eyes. A look as if to say she was somewhere other then here grading papers for ungrateful shit-heads who would never amount to anything. Maybe she's thinking about a long luxurious bubble bath before slipping into a sexy little babydoll, or perhaps a flyaway nightgown so sheer as to non existent he thought. God damn he muttered if he was ever so lucky as to have her do something like that for him he'd keep her in bed for a week.
As he continued to look at her a smile touched her sensual lips as if confirming his thoughts then slowly she lowered her head and wrote something on one of the papers. Damn, she must really have her mind elsewhere he silently muttered. She done looked right at this ol' nigga and didn't see me. Sure do wish she be thinking bout me like dat he snickered. Slowly making his way closer to her desk he stood before her for a moment then lightly coughed to get her attention. He almost laughed as together with her head snapping up to look at him she almost jumped from her chair.
Together with her hand flying to her heaving bosom as if to still a pounding heart she nervously giggled you scared me half to death Mr. Weathers. For a second they looked at each other and then like a school girl caught cheating on an exam she started talking a mile a minute. "I thought I'd stay and grade papers instead of going home to an empty house. It's so depressing being alone in that big old house his parents gave us when they moved to that retirement community." For a moment she paused. Then as if reading his thoughts as to why she would be alone she mumbled that her husband was on a business trip and wasn't due to return till sometime late tonight.
Continuing in the same vein she explained that Nathan had been away for nearly a week and that she was looking forward to his returning home. Then nervously shuffling some papers she softly asked if there was something he wanted. "Yes em Ms. Reynolds I done already cleaned da rest of yo classroom but now I has to get under your desk. Ain't cleaned dar in a while and dar probably be a lot of dust under dar. Won't take long an I'll try not to bother you." Then without waiting for her reply he knelt down and moved beneath her desk. As Kareem slipped from sight she turned back to the papers cluttering her desk.
Why did I explain myself to him she wondered. He's just a janitor he doesn't need to know why I'm still here. If I wanted to stay here in my classroom all night it was none of his business. Then shaking her head she picked up her marker and continued with her task. Beneath her desk, but unknown to her, Kareem tried to peer beneath her dress. But despite the five or so inch slit in her dress before the first button he was unable to. Slowly he reached out and cautiously and over what seemed like an eternity undid first one and then two more buttons of her dress.
With each successive loosening of a button her dress fell to either side of her slightly parted shapely legs. Once again lowering his head he found to his delight that he had an excellent though constricted view of her shapely legs to mid thigh. For untold minutes he neither moved or breathed as he took in the sight before him. His mind raced with visions of her open and inviting before him. Lurid explicit images of her worshiping his nine inch thick veined dark cock filled his mind. When after long minutes she showed no reaction to her dress falling to either side of her shapely legs he lightly brushed her left pump.
Obediently in response to his touch her foot moved thus opening her legs wider. Another light touch a moment later to her right pump and her knees were a good foot apart giving him an unhampered and clear view of her panties. For a fleeting moment he felt a pang of disappointment upon discovering that instead of frilly little lace panties as he had expected she was instead wearing plain old white cotton one. Well dat going to sure nuff going to change once I gives her a taste of a real man he silently muttered Licking his thick lips he stifled a lust filled moan as he reached out. Feather like he touched her knee then ever so slowly and lightly moved higher. In response to his feather like touch and hot breath on her leg she squirmed slightly and her legs opened even wider.
"Sure be dirty under here missy but don't you worry none cause I gonna clean it good for you" Her only response was a soft mummer as she again squirmed in her seat. Lightly his fingers glided ever higher up her shapely legs and as they did he moved his head between them until unbelievingly and to his delight his nose was less then two inches from her. Breathing deeply he inhaled her scent and then nano seconds before pressing his face to her plain white cotton panties he snickered damn Mrs. Reynolds your pussy sure do smell nice.
As if struck by lightening she suddenly realized that what she had been fantasizing was anything but. Pushing backwards from her desk she looked down at the nappy dark head between her widely splayed legs. "Mr. Weathers —- what —- what —- do you think your doing. Oh God stop. Please stop." For a second he didn't answer as like a dog lapping at water his tongue lathered her aroma rich panties. Then together with his fingers tightening on her thighs to keep her legs from snapping shut his lifted his face and looked deeply into her stunned and startled eyes. "Why I's cleaning of course Mrs. R." Then as if to emphasize his statement he again lowered his head and pressed his thick tongue into her slightly moistened panties.
Despite her shock at his assumptive behavior as well as his bold statement a soft pleasurable moan escaped her lips as his tongue lapped and stabbed at her panties. "Noooooo. Stop! Please stop Mr. Weathers —- Kareem. Oh God stop please stttooppppp. My husbaannnnndd" But even as her soft pleas touched the silence of the room her head lolled back and another louder moan escaped her lips as unbidden her hands fell atop her assailants head. Together with her fingers pushing into his tight kinky curls her pert buttocks jerked upwards from her chair pressing her treasure to Kareem's tongue. A soft chuckle came from between her legs as time and again and repeatedly the negro's thick tongue pressed her panties into her crack.
For an eternity Kareem knelt there with his face buried between her splayed legs. Then together with relaxing his hold on her squirming hips his head rose slightly and he began to fumble with the silver concho belt about her slim waist. Hardly had the heavy silver belt fallen useless to the seat behind her then his large dark hands gripped the hem of her dress and pulled. A sound as if that of a string of fire crackers going off filled the room as the few remaining buttons of her dress popped away and ricochet across the room. She tried to close her legs, tried to pull her fingers from his tight curls of his nappy hair and cover her near nudity but neither would cooperate. She could fell his fingers dancing over her flat abdomen up along her ribs and then a choked gasping sob spilled from her lips as his dark hands closed over her bra covered pert breast.
Mixed distorted thoughts flooded her brain. Thoughts of her husband and his love for her, of Mr. Weathers hands groping her, squeezing her swirled about her. Like a drowning person grasping at a straw to keep from going under her mind fixed on her nine month marriage. But whatever hope the thought might of held died as Kareem's head once more fell between her legs and his tongue stabbed at her panty covered treasure. Faint whimpering pleas for Kareem to stop issued from her trembling lips even as unable to control her actions her loins jerked and quivered in time to the tongue licking and stabbing against her panties. Her chest heaved and her breath came in choked gasping sobs as wave after wave of unfathomable pleasure washed over her.
Not until she felt his fingers in the waistband of her full cotton panties did she realize that his hands had left her pert bra covered breast. Unbidden and with an unfathomable desire to help him her tight well shaped buttocks rose from her chair even as her hips continued to dance and push toward the thick tongue giving her pleasure. A soulful whimper of no please no hissed from her lips as his tongue left her and a heartbeat later his heavy hands tugged her white cotton panties from about her waist and pushed them down her legs. Obediently her right leg rose to assist him in removing her panties in answer to the command flashed to it by her brain. But before her left foot could obey the same command Kareem had risen from the floor and was leaning over her.
With his dark smiling face centimeters from hers he chuckled don't you be worrying none Mrs. Reynolds, this old nigger ain't going to be stopping. Least ways not till you've done pleasured my black baby maker seven ways from Sunday. Then closing the final little distance between them his thick lips smothered hers. At the same time his lips covered hers his left hand wormed beneath then pushed her full maiden-form bra above her perky breast while his right dropped between her legs. Like the tendrils of a giant squid exploring the food it had just captured the fingers of his two hands not only fluttered over her pussy lips but also pinched and tugged at her nipples.
For immeasurable minutes his tongue lapped and stabbed at her unresponsive lips then as if she were an inexperienced teenager kissing her first boy her lips parted slightly. At first experimentally then harder her lips ground against his then a micro second later her tongue darted out to parry then entwine with his. Even as her mind screamed the sinfulness of her response to a man of a race she had always thought inferior whimpering pleasurable moans were swallowed by his hungry mouth. To her addled brian it felt as if a faucet had been turned on between her legs though she knew that wasn't possible. Yet there was no denying the arousal washing over her from the negro's manipulations.
Suddenly his lips left hers and she was left gasping as if hyperventilating. From somewhere far off she heard a voice, but the mad thumping of her heart and the raging river roaring through her veins all but made it indecipherable. Not until long minutes had passed did she realize that his lips had left hers and that he was talking to her. Then and only then was she able to grasp the full meaning of the words.
"Does you likes what I's doing Mrs. Reynolds? Does you likes dis nigga eating your snatch and playing with your little titties? Well does you?" To ashamed to answer she simply nodded but that wasn't the response Kareem wanted. Leaning back against her desk he snickered I can't hear you Mrs. Reynolds. But again her only response was a nodding of her head. Feigning disgust he grunted if'n you won't tell me what you's wants then this ol nigga might as well leave. As he strongly suspected she would do she reached out and closed her delicate fingers on his thick wrist halting his movement.
Turning to her he looked down into her glazed eyes without saying a word. Though his blood was racing and he wanted desperately to fall atop her, squash her beneath his 270 pounds he simply stood there looking at her. Her soft answer broadened his smile but still he didn't move yet unconsciously his big hand dropped to his crotch and hefted his burgeoning cock. "Yes? Yes what Mrs. Reynolds?" Her answer when it came was so soft that he had to strain to hear her as she muttered yes I like your head between my legs and yes I like you playing with my breast.
Despite his desire to bred the young white teacher that was more then half his age his need to dominate her, to control her, to bend her to his will gained the upper hand. His mirth filled laugh echoed through the room as with a piercing stare he said I didn't just have my head between your legs vanilla, I was eating your snatch. An I wasn't playing with your breast either cunt, I was playing with your tits. For what seemed like an eternity a deathly silence filled the room then again he turned as if to walk away from her.
"Yes damn you yes —- Yes I liked you eating my snatch and yes I liked you playing with my tits" With a smile he turned back to her and as he did so his big hands again fondled her breast along with rolling and pinching her nipples. Shame such as she had never known before encompassed her, yet unable to deny her need her hands rose and covered his and a stuttering moan of pleasure tumbled from her quivering lips. Though she wanted desperately to scream out her pain as the negro's thick dark fingers pinched and stretched her nipples ever harder and further the only sound from her mouth were whimpering moans of ple
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