Teachers Potential · Part 2

Teachers Potential · Part 2 (2/2)
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Limply her hands dropped from his as her body quivering uncontrollable in ecstasy could no longer hold them aloft. Then with supreme effort as the quivering that had encompassed her lessened and in answer to his taunts they again rose but this time toward him. With trembling cumbersome fingers she struggled with his belt and when it didn't loosen immediately groans and tears of frustration overwhelmed her. Only his soothing words as well as his own fingers assisting her calmed her frayed nerves. As his belt loosened and he then unsnapped his uniform pants her hands pushed them from his hips.

As his pants fell to his knees his unrestrained cock sprang into view. A loud gasp burst from her lips and she leaned back into her chair. She had never seen, let alone imagined, anything such as what her eyes beheld. Unconsciously she licked her lips making them glisten invitingly. Her mind tumbled and spiraled as it tried to come to terms with the massive blue black monstrosity that held her eyes as if it were a magnet. In near hysteria her mind gibbered that it had to be at least twice that of her husbands both in length and girth.

Tentatively she reached out to trace a delicate finger from the loose skin covering the spongy knob down to its base then back up again. As her fingernail slid lightly along its length it jerked and twitched in response. Closing her fingers about its twitching girth she at first slowly and then faster ran her hand up and down it's length. The taunting voice of the huge negro tickled her ears as her thoughts ran rapid. Girlish giggles about the length and girth of the blood engorged blue black hunk of man flesh repeatedly played through her brain along with his taunts.

"You likes Kareem's baby maker don't you Mrs. Reynolds? You likes looking at it, feeling it, squeezing it, stroking it! I bets your horny white trash ass can't wait to feels it pounding your snatch can you? Well fore dat happens slut I specks you to kiss it, to worship it, pay homage to it." Even before the last words of his taunt registered in the mush jokingly called her brain her lips parted and she leaned toward him. Hardly had her tongue lapped over the oozing tip then her lips closed over its spongy head. As her teeth every so lightly grazed his cock his fingers curled into her soft shoulder length strawberry blond hair. The blood roaring through her veins, the mad pounding of her heart was so loud that all other sound was blotted out. Yet as if she actually could hear his eager mocking words her lips moved further down his cock.

Again and again her lips moved up and down him and with each successive forward movement another half inch or so slipped between them. As she drew a section on the vein rich hunk of darkness her tongue fluttered rapidly along the underside, caressing, teasing him. Like a baby feeding at its mothers nipple she slavishly labored to bring him the ejaculation she knew he wanted. Gasping, choking sputters issued from around the cock driving ever faster and deeper between her lips as with left hand upon his hip and her right caressing, fondling, hefting his egg size nodules she sought to please him.

Would she like the taste of his cum, or would she she wondered find it repugnant just as she did her husbands. But even as the question formed in her mind the negro's cock jerked like an unmanned fire hose. Then like an erupting volcano spewing forth its bubbling boiling lava his thick slightly salty cum splashed against the entrance to her throat. Whether it was her own mind directing her actions or somehow Kareem's words had made it through the roaring in her ears she obediently sought to swallow his offering. Despite her best efforts though some of his thick globular cum oozed from between her tightly clinging lips and his black hardness. Still though she continued to suck and swallow in a hungry desire to draw every last drop of him from his quivering egg sack.

Even after the last thick string of his ejaculation had joined that already in her stomach she continued to suck lovingly while hoping for still more. She continued to do so until with a mirthless chuckle of what a cock hungry slut she was he both pushed against her forehead and jerked his cock from between her tightly clinging lips. As his dark salvia coated appendage pulled from her mouth she was surprised to see that unlike her husbands cock Kareem's was still rigid. Reaching out she both stroked his salvia coated cock and rolled her small hand over and around its spongy head. Not even his mocking laughter that she couldn't get enough of his cock stilled her hand and when he directed her to her feet she almost leaped from her chair.

Standing on her tip toes she both raised her face toward his and closed her eyes in anticipation of his kissing her. For a moment he looked at her hardly believing how easily she had succumbed to him, then grabbing the loose folds of her dress he yanked it from her and carelessly tossed it aside. The suddenness and savagery of his actions stunned her. But that was as nothing compared to the fright she felt as he twisted her about and pushed her face down over her desk. Mocking laughter that he didn't kiss no slut what sucked his black dick and drank his cum turned her face red. Yet despite her shame and the heart thumping fear encompassing her she readily obeyed his gravely command to spread her legs.

A shiver of arousal such as she had never before felt surged through her as his hand moved between her legs and his thick fingers teased at what no black man ever had. A sobbing moan welled in her heaving chest as obedient to his touch and harshly spoken command her feet both shuffled backwards and spread wider apart. His boastful taunt of how much he was going to enjoy fucking her burned her ears and seared into her brain. Instead of his words shaming her though as they rightly should have they instead had the opposite effect. Thoughts of her husband flicked through her addled mind but then were quickly extinguished as first one and then another thick dark finger pushed into the leaking faucet between her legs.

Spasmodic shivers of pleasure racked her petite white body as her hips ground back to met the thick fingers delving into her. Then suddenly the pleasure giving fingers were pulled from her. Her wail of unrealized fulfillment was like that of a tortured soul but then she felt something bigger and harder running teasingly over her fluttering pussy lips. As he guided his torrid hardness to the moist slit between her legs then pushed just its tip into her she tried to squirm away. But his tight hold on her waist prevented her from accomplishing that which she sought to do.

For long minutes he simply stood there with his monstrous blackness buried in the seething bubbling cauldron between her shaky legs relishing the moment of conquest. Then with a touch of sadistic glee along with a tightening of his buttocks and a rotating of his hips he sent another inch of his tumultuous blue black hardness into her.

Whimpering pleas that he was to big, that he would ruin her bubbled from her trembling lips only to be drowned by contemptuous laughter. "Dat's right slut, dat's right. I's going to ruin you. After dat pussy of yourn has a taste of my black baby maker it ain't ever going to be wanting a little bitty white thing like your ol' mans again. All dat snatch going to be wanting, all it going to be finding pleasure from is nigga cock." As the last rumbled from his raspy throat his hips jerked yet again sending another inch of blackness into the tight clinging confines of her cunt.

Again, at least to all outward appearances, he remained motionless behind her. But it was a whole different story inside her. Like a living entity his monstrous dark cock pulsed and throbbed sending spikes of never before realized pleasure rippling through her. Her slim petite body quivered and shook with each spike and raspy lust filled moans as well as drool slipped from her slack cum encrusted lips. Unwittingly she again tried to push back to met him but just as before his tight hold on her slim waist prevented her from doing so.

"Does Mrs. Reynolds be wanting dis ol' nigga to shove his powerful black cock in her tight white cunt and breed her? Is dat what you be wanting Mrs. Reynolds? Well is it slut?" But instead of the bubbling supplication he expected her only response was soulful moans. For a second he thought of again taunting her but then another thought flashed through his brain. With agonizing slowness he withdrew three then four inches of his dark hardness until all but the cauliflower shaped head remained between her splayed lips. Then with a twisting and grinding of his loins he lunged forward sinking not only that which he had withdrawn but another two inches as well.

For several ragged breaths silence filled the empty room as her body convulsed and brilliant flares exploded in her brain in response to the unprecedented depth to which he had penetrated her. Then like the ringing of fine crystal to his ears her sobbing plea for him to fuck her, to shove his black cock into her reverberated from the walls of the classroom. In answer to her stuttering repeated pleas his hips again jerked sending yet another inch between her moist splayed lips.

With an agonizingly slow grinding of his hips he set a pace that nearly fifty years of experience had taught him was sure to prolong his pleasure. Fleeting images of his other conquest of white women flashed before him as he stared down at the nearly seven inches of dark cock sawing in and out of her. God but she was tight. Tighter then any of those other white bitches he'd fucked. Not only was she tighter she was a hell of a sight better looking then any of those other cunt's. Two more inches. Just two more inches and Mrs. Reynolds would be his whenever he wanted her.

Reaching out he pushed his thick fingers into her strawberry blond hair lifting her face from her desk. Like a cowboy yanking back on the reins of a run away horse he forced her head up and back. Then with a last powerful thrust he drove his pelvis forward not stopping till every last centimeter of his blood engorged nine inch blue black cock was sheathed in her tight cunt. Labored grunts of fuck that black cock you nasty white slut spilled from his thick lips as again and again and yet again his pelvis smacked into her upturned jiggling buttocks. Gasped whimpers of ohhhh Godddd big sooo bigggg, ohhhh not only heightened his arousal but intensified his desire to completely and totally dominate her.

Never, not even in her wildest childhood fantasies had she ever imagined being filled such as she was now. The fullness, the pain that encompassed her very being as time and again and ever faster the old negro drove into her was both excruciating and yet mind numbingly pleasurable. Sobbing soulful pleas for the negro to fuck her, for him to make her his slut caught in her throat as she masochistically impaled herself on his lead pipe hard black cock. The mad thumping of her heart, the blood roaring through her veins was so loud it felt as if her very flesh was pulsating with their sound.

Flickering thoughts of her husband surfaced even as she continued to push back at the monstrous dark cock driving repeatedly into her. Why hadn't Dale ever made her feel like this? Why, why, why. But as quickly as the question had come to her so too did the answer. As if to deny the filthy vision that threatened to consume her she squeezed her eyes tightly shut. But there was no blocking out the answer. No blocking out the mind altering feel of the old negro's cock jackhammering into her or the kaleidoscope of pictures flooding her brain. It was as if he could read her mind for no sooner had the sordid images of not only his but hundreds of other black cocks fucking her come to her then faintly and as if from a great distance she heard the negro's gleeful snicker you likes nigger cock fucking you doesn't you Mrs. Reynolds.

She tried to answer but rational speech was beyond her capability. Instead she answered in the only way she could. Gasping sobs and choked grunts escaped her trembling lips as the pleasure center of her mind repeatedly flared like exploding novas. But the wanton pleasure washing through her was as nothing to that which enveloped her when with a last savage grinding thrust of his hips his cock swelled and began twitching as if it were a demented snake. Then like lava spewing from a volcano shot from the head of his cock and flooded her insides.

As if in the throes of an epileptic fit her body convulsed and her mind melted as together with his her own climax engulfed her. An ear shattering scream of pure animal lust burst from her chest as with the last of her strength she pushed back against him. A minute, an hour, a lifetime later she collapsed wearily atop her desk but still the clinging tight walls of her vagina refused to let him go. Like the fingers of a farmer massaging the teat of his prize milk cow the muscles of her vulva caressed and stroked his cock in an effort to draw every last drop of his thick spunk. Her only answer was incomprehensible grunts

For immeasurable minutes they stayed thus then together with slapping a still quiver ass cheek he pulled from her. Through the tidal surge of blood rushing through her veins she dimly heard his jovial command and obediently, albeit slowly, she rolled from her desk and slipped to her knees. As her tongue flicked out then her lips closed about his semi limp dark cock cleaning it of their combined juices she could only mutter incomprehensibly to his taunts. "Is you my slut Mrs. Reynolds? Is you my white fuck toy to pleasure myself with whenever and however I's a mind to."

For several minutes he looked down at her with a shit eating grin on his face as she slavishly washed his cock and balls with lips and tongue. Yes, Mrs. Reynolds would serve him well of that he was sure. Then with little regard as to her feelings or what she might think he both pushed against her forehead and pulled his cock from her hungrily sucking mouth. That his actions caused her to fall awkwardly back against her desk he cared little. She was his slut. His black cock loving white trash cum slut to do with as he pleased.

"Tomorrow come lunch time Mrs. Reynolds I specs you to pay me a visit in da boiler room, so don't disappoint me. Make sure you be wearing some pretty little panties stead dem old white cotton things like you wore today though. Course just like des here today I'll be keeping whatever you wear as a souvenir, so if'n you'd rather just go without panties altogether den dat be fine with me. Make it easier for dis nigga to get at your black cock loving snatch, and dat is what you be wanting isn't it slut?" Pulling up his pants he turned and retrieved his cleaning cart. Then with a self assurance and arrogance he hadn't felt in a long time he walked from the classroom without looking back.

Teachers Potential · Part 2 (2/2)
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