Having just gotten her bachelor's degree in elementary education, Heather Mills was becoming quite discouraged at the lack of job openings throughout the state.  Only a few years ago, demand for new teachers was quite high, but everything had changed with the fiscal crisis in the state due to the economic downturn.  As a precaution, Heather had applied for the master's program in education and had been accepted.  Thus, if unable to find a job by the end of summer, she would continue on to get her master's degree.

Though she had applied in all the nearby school districts, Heather kept getting the same results in being told that the budget crises had forced the schools to increase the classroom size, thus eliminating the need to replace retiring teachers.  But for Heather, she had counted on getting her own classroom that fall, wanting to get started in her chosen profession as well as earning money to help fund her wedding that next summer.  Becoming engaged to the handsome Doug Hampton during the spring break, they looked forward to becoming man and wife.

In several of her education classes during her senior year, all the students were cautioned of the new prevailing attitude of proper conduct between teachers and students, regardless of whether you were male or female.  No matter how innocent it might be, the professors kept reminding the students just how easy it could be to become engulfed in an allegation of sexual impropriety.  Many examples were given as the instructors warned that valid or not, just the mere allegations could ruin one's career in the educational field.

Constantly checking for job opening with the placement office of the College of Education, Heather had seen the posting come up for a pre-school teacher a few miles from her apartment.  Though it didn't pay as much as a regular position in the DOE, it would give her some experience in the teaching field and also help her earn a little bit of money to help out with the upcoming wedding expenses.  Going for an interview, Heather was given the job and she looked forward to starting that September.

After the first month, Heather loved being with the pre-schoolers even though they were a bit younger than what she had been trained for in the field of elementary education.  She had gotten to know all the children and became familiar with most of the parents as they came to drop off or pick-up their children.  She tried to learn of the parents' status, divorced, widow/widower, etc. just to be prepared if the child in her care showed some emotional change that could stem from problems in the home.

Little did Heather realize that the father of young Adam Smith was sizing her up too, but not for her teaching credentials, taking note of the diamond ring on her finger and also the lack of a matching wedding band.  Picking up his son for the first time, Trevor Smith had literally sucked in his breath and let out a low whistle as he saw the lovely Heather Mills helping his young son on with his rain jacket.  Nicely dress in a black skirt and white blouse with 3" black heels, the lovely redhead teacher had his cock throbbing in his pants.  As she bent down to help Adam, his eyes went up and down her long sexy ivory legs as Trevor pictured having them wrapped around his black ass.  'Damn, I jist gotta git me a piece of that purty little bitch!' he told himself.

Volunteering to drop Adam off at school on his day off and pick him up also, Trevor helped get his son ready to go to school.  But in zipping up his pants, Trevor deliberately jammed the edge of his tucked in tee-shirt into the zipper, knowing that Adam would need some help in getting his zipper down when he needed to go.  Taking his son into the gated entrance, he smiled and immediately got a hardon as Adam's beautiful teacher waved at his son and cheerfully greeted "Hi, Adam!"

Picking Adam up at school that day, Trevor immediately plied his son for info, first asking how his day went in general.  Not getting the results that he was looking for, he asked "Did ya get to go to the bathroom on yer own today, Adam?"  He then smiled as Adam replied "I did but I had to call my teacher to help me!  My zipper was stuck!"  "Oh, what happened?" Trevor asked as he pried for more info.  "My shirt was stuck in the zipper and even Miss Mills had a hard time with it!" came the desired response.

When the incident had occurred that morning, Heather did not give a second thought in helping young Adam out with his problem.  With the youth in desperate need to use the bathroom, it was the least she could do.  But now, with the children gone and a concerned Mr. Smith saying that Adam advising that she had touched him inappropriately, it was as if her entire life was now flashing by.

Sitting rigid in her chair, trembling in fright as her student's threatening father boldly stood up from his chair and sat atop the edge of her desk, Heather was unable to think straight.  "So, you're trying to convince me that you're not interest in young boys sexually, is that right?" the man curtly asked her.  Having already explained in detail how she had merely assisted young Adam, Heather could only swallow and nod a 'yes' to the man's question.  "So …….does a young boy's penis turn ya on, Miss Mill?" she was asked next.  Blinking back the tears, Heather violently shook her head from side to side, firmly advising 'no'!

"You're straight then!  Not a lesbian or a pedophile?" she was asked as Heather nodded a 'yes'.  "So, only a man's penis would turn you on and not a young child's?" came the next question, to which Heather could only nod a 'yes'.  "Prove it then, Miss Mills!" Mr. Smith advised.  Puzzled by the demand, Heather looked up into the black smiling face of her student's lusting father.  "Prove to me that you like playing with a man's cock, instead of a young boy's!  Only if you can prove it to me will I leave here with my lips sealed!" she was advised.

Tears in her eyes, blinking rapidly so she could focus upon the leering man, Heather tried desperately to comprehend what the man was asking of her.  Then the movement before her had Heather lower her eyes, swallowing as she again viewed the movement under his trousers as the thick lump twitched once again.  'Oh, my God …………he ………..he can't mean what I'm thinking!' she shuddered.

Quickly, her head snapped back up, looking once again into Mr. Smith's leering face.  "You ………………..you can't mean that …………………that ………………..you ………………..you want me …………….to …………………to ………………..!" Heather stammered, unable to finish her sentence.  Seeing Mr. Smith's smiling smirk widen on his face, Heather felt sick as she realized that he indeed was demanding the unthinkable of her.  Then a chill coursed throughout her body as the man advised "Unzip me, Miss Mills!  Show me that only a man's cock is what interests ya!  Prove to me that ya know what to do with a 'real' man's cock!"

Hands gripping the armrests of her chair, sharp manicured fingernails digging into the vinyl fabric, Heather looked straight ahead at what lay twitching under the man's trousers.  Mind in total shambles at this point, newspaper headlines flashed before her, reading 'Teacher Molests Young Boy' and 'Pre-School Teacher Arrested'!  It was as if her whole life was flashing before her, career ruined forever, her fiancé and family would no longer see nor even talk to her.

Tears flowing from her eyes, Heather released her grip on the chair, then slowly moved her shaking hands forward.  Six inches from the man's crotch, Heather looked up pleadingly and begged "Please ……………….please ………………..please don't make me do this awful thing!"  But all the response she received was his smirking comment "Prove to me you know what to do with a man's cock!  That yer not a pervert that luv's kiddie cocks!  Pull my zipper down and reach inside, teach!"

Sniffling, thumb and forefinger of her right hand on the zipper tab, she held the material just above it with her left thumb and forefinger.  Then she slowly pulled the metallic zipper down the man's pants, the sound of the zipper echoing loudly in her ears.  'Oh, God ……………….oh, God …………………I can't be doing this to another man!  I ……………I can't touch another man ………………other than Doug!  Doug …………Doug ………………oh, my God ……………….what would Dough think of me if her ever found out that …………….I ………………I touched another man?' she wondered.

Heart thumping madly in her chest, Heather gingerly reached into the opening, then shuddered as she came into direct contact with the man's sticky flesh of manhood.  'Oh, God …………………this crude man doesn't have any underwear on!' she realized in horror.  Reaching in further, trying to get her fingers around the arm-sized piece of meat, Heather realized just how big it was as she was unable to even encircle it with her fingers.

Panting for breath, using her left hand to pull the opening down and wide, Heather then struggled to pull the giant monstrosity out into the open air.  Eyes bulging, mouth dropping wide open, Heather gasped at the sight of the monstrosity she had just bared.  "Oh, my Godddddddd ……………..it's not humanly possible!" she stammered loudly as she unconsciously let her fingers stroke the thick black stalk.

Prior to her engagement to Doug a few months ago, Heather had only touched Doug several times but always through the outside of his pants.  Then, a month after their engagement, Heather had given in to Doug's constant pleading for her to put her hand inside his pants.  Doing so, parting his jockeys, she had handled him by stroking him with her fingers.  Heather shivered upon recalling that her fingers had fully encircled Doug's manhood, guessing that she had stroked him till Doug had grown rigid to a lengthy seven inches in length.

Bewildered at the sight before her, Heather realized that the thick manhood that she had pulled out was still quite limp but it was already at least a good seven inches long.  'God ………………what will happen if it gets rigid like Doug did?  Will it grow even longer?  Thicker?' she wondered.  Was it curiosity or womanly instinct that Heather reached forward with her left hand to cup the man's walnut sized testicles as she began fisting with her right hand.

Trevor felt his body quiver with excitement as he saw the lovely beauty's petite white hands squeezing his nuts and stroking his cock.  Gripping the edges of the desk, Trevor steeled himself to keep from not losing it right then and there.  Though it would have been quite pleasurable to spurt his load right then, probably getting the lovely pre-school teacher's blouse drenched in his messy load, Trevor wanted this to go on as long as possible.  He wanted to degrade this lovely beauty step by step, determined to break her and eventually make her his own personal plaything.

Seeing the mesmerized look on her face, Trevor knew that her mind was in a total shock, first from the allegations of fondling a young boy and now upon seeing and touching his big black cock.  At that instant, having seen the diamond ring on her finger, Trevor correctly suspected that the innocent pre-school teacher must be comparing the size of his manhood with that of the man she was engaged to.  He smiled, knowing that no white dude had anything that would even come close to what the sexy beauty was now holding.

'Damn, I sure as hell wish that punk she's engaged to could be here to see this!  Bet he'd cream in his fuck'n pants!  Oh, shit …………………so fuck'n good ……………..ahhh, God I'm about to cream all over the purty little bitch!' he shivered in pleasure.  Not wanting to snap the pretty school teacher out of her trance-like state, Trevor gritted his teeth to keep from groaning or cumming, looking down to see her petite manicured hands rolling his nuts and shucking his stalk.

Lips parted, staring totally in awe at the lengthy piece of black meat that was big as the sausages sold at the market, Heather realized that the cock in her hand had grown to at least twelve inches long.  Then she saw the clear glistening fluid oozing out of its tip, making its way slowly down to where her fingers held him.  As the fluid seeped between her shucking fingers, it provided lubrication that allowed a faster fisting of the throbbing cock.

Heather stared ahead, eyes glued to the pulsating cockhead as it expanded and flared wide, its pisshole opening and closing to make it look like it was gasping for air.  "Ahhhh ……………..oh, baby …………..oh, baby ……………….ahhhhhhhhh!" came the groan from above.  That groan snapped Heather out of her trance-like state as she looked up to see Mr. Smith's head thrown back.  Feeling the cock lurch in his stroking hand, she looked back down to what she was doing.

'Oh, God …………………he's about to do it …………..he's going to do it!' Heather realized.  Seeing the cockhead flaring open, pointed straight at her, Heather quickly turned her fist to the right, then watched in amazement as a geyser shot up three feet into the air and over the man's thigh.  Heather shuddered as the thick white liquid began splattering upon her desktop.  Then a second geyser spurted up into the air, only this one not as powerful reaching two-thirds the height of the first.

Another spurt, followed by yet another, with each diminishing in both power and fluid quantity.  Feeling the big nuts contracting in the palm of her hand, Heather instinctively squeezed them in her fist.  Now the thick white goo was just oozing out of the once spurting cockhead, making its way down to soil her still pumping fingers.  Heather watched the man's filth ooze down to soil her fingers, amazed at the amount that had been spurted out onto her desk.

Still handling the man's thick cock and nuts, Heather watched as the once stiff piece of meat began to wilt, soon to be bent nearly in half and drooping over her fist.  It was then that she snapped out of it and cringed in horror at what she had just done.  "Oh, Godddd!" she gasped in total revulsion, literally dropping what she was doing right then and there.  Looking down at her hands, one that had been squeezing the man's testicles and the other now covered with sticky male goo, Heather quickly drew her hands down to wipe them clean upon her skirt.

For Trevor Smith, seeing the lovely young beauty cringe in total disgust, it was even more pleasurable that having just spurted his pent-up load.  "Oh, sweetie …………..that was so fuck'n good!  Ya's sure as hell proved to me that ya know what to do with a 'real' man's cock!  Ya sure drained 'ol Trevor's balls dry …………..that's fer sure!" he chuckled.  Looking about at the cum-splattered desk, Trevor began to zip up and laughed "Well, teach, guess I better get going …………………..seeing that ya got a real messy desk to clean up!"

Alone in her classroom once again, Heather stared blankly at the liquid puddles lying atop her desktop.  Then, bringing her hands up to her face, Heather shuddered as the pungent smell hit her nostrils and nearly overwhelmed her senses.  Pressing the fingers of her right hand up against her nose, she breathed in the musky odor of male cum.  Swallowing as she looked at her desk, Heather then reached forward and dipped her fingers into a nearby puddle and wrote out the words 'Slut' and 'Whore' upon it.

 

Looking at her sticky and soiled fingers, Heather unconsciously put her fingers up to her lips and into her mouth.  Sucking her fingers clean, Heather shuddered as she realized what she had just done.  'Slut!  You're nothing but a cheap little slut!  Whore!' she chastised herself.  Upset with herself, she then reached forward to scoop up the thick gunk with her fingers, then smeared the smelly goo onto her face.  "Slut!" she yelled out loudly at herself as the tears once again flowed from her eyes.

That night, having rushed home to clean up before Doug picked her up for dinner, Heather stripped out of her clothing to take a long hot shower.  Stepping out of her skirt, Heather shuddered as she looked down that the dried white flakes upon the dark material, evidence of the male cum that she had wiped off her fingers.  Under the shower, scrubbing her face hard with the wet towel, Heather thought 'Oh, Doug ……………..you deserve someone far better than the whoring slut that you're engaged to!  How could I have done such an awful thing! Even under the threat of blackmail!"  Heather wondered if she dared kiss Doug, as normally did, when he brought her home after their dinner date.

With young Adam's mother normally picking him up from school each day, Heather prayed that the boy's evil father would not pay her another visit.  Learning from young Adam that his father was a trucker and away from home for long periods of time, Heather felt some relief in learning that his father was currently on the road.  But the memory of what had taken place that day in her classroom constantly filled her mind, causing Heather to shudder in revulsion at the filthy act she had performed.

One morning a few weeks later, Heather was handed a note from young Adam, who advised "My daddy wanted me to give you this!"  Quivering with fear, Heather put the sealed envelope into her top drawer as the other children poured into the classroom.  Later, with the children sitting and playing in small groups, Heather got the nerve to open her desk drawer.  Nervously, she opened the sealed envelope and pulled out the hand written note.

Heather swallowed and trembled with fear upon reading 'Just got back from a long trip, Miss Mills!  Meet me in Room 303 at the Green Lantern Motel at 3:30 this afternoon!  Got a real problem than only you can handle properly, if you know what I mean!'  And it was just signed with a big 'TS'.  With preschool getting out at 2 p.m., Heather realized that the man obviously knew when she could leave the school as there where others taking care of the after-school care for the youngsters that stayed.

'Oh, God ……………….he wants me to meet him at a motel!' she shuddered in horror.  'What ……………..what will he want of me this time?' she wondered, knowing that it would be far more than what she had been forced to do the last time.  Realizing that Doug was out of town on an overnight business trip and wouldn't be calling, Heather breathed a sigh of relief that she would not have to lie to him with some excuse as to where she had been.

Time seemed to be flying by on this particular day, just when Heather wished that it would take forever.  Before she knew it, the bell had rung and the children were waving goodbye to her.  In particular, she watched as young Adam ran to meet his mother who had come to pick him up.  'Oh, God, Mrs. Smith!  Your awful husband is blackmailing me!  Demanding that I meet him at a sleazy motel this afternoon!' she wanted to cry out.

Heather didn't know why she did it but once the children had left for the day, she went into the teacher's lounge to comb her hair and straighten out her clothing.  Then, realizing what she was doing, she chided herself 'What are you doing?  You're not getting ready to meet Doug for a date ………………..you're getting yourself ready to pimp your out to an awful blackmailer …………….just to save your pretty little ass!'

Having driven past the Green Lantern Motel each day, both to and from the preschool, Heather was well aware of its rather seedy reputation, one where people not married to each other often met for a brief tryst.  Pulling into the parking lot, she looked about nervously, not wanting to be seen by anyone she knew.  From her car, Heather looked out of the front windshield, scanning the room numbers till she made out number '303'.  Again looking about to be certain no one would recognize her, she got out and locked her car before hurrying towards the stairway.

As she knocked on the door, Heather found that the door had been left ajar and not fully closed, causing it to open even further upon her knocking.  Pushing the door slowly forward, she then heard the familiar voice of Mr. Smith saying "Very punctual, Miss Mills!  Come right in!  Best to lock the door behind ya ……………ya wouldn't want anyone walking in on us, now would ya!"  Turning, Heather complied with the orders given to her, locking herself in the room with this awful man.

Heather swallowed as she turned to face her blackmailer, seeing that he was nicely dress in a pair of black pants, a black silk shirt, black shoes, and a heavy gold chain around his neck.  Today, Trevor Smith appeared to Heather exactly how a pimp should look.  Shivering, she realized that she was to be his whore for the day.  She wondered what would be expected of her and she did not have long to wait as the man sat upon the bed, spreading his legs wide, advising "Ya know what problem I need ya to handle, dontcha teach?  Why don't ya get right down here on her knees and take card of that problem of mine!"

Stepping further into the room, Heather set her purse down onto the nearby table, then moved towards the gloating man.  'Oh, Doug ………….if you could see the woman you're going to marry ……………..about to get down onto her knees …………….and …………….and fondle another man …………….a black man's ………………….penis!  'Penis' …………..how polite naïve can you be in describing it, Heather?  You're going to get down on knees and play with this man's cock ……………….his big black COCK!  Face it, you knew it would happen again ……………….worst, deep down, you were hoping it'd happen again!' she told herself.

Trevor watched as the lovely redhaired beauty with porcelain white skin lick her lips nervously as she slowly approached him before dropping down to her knees onto the carpet before him.  He was surprised that she did not hesitate as her trim white fingers reached out to unbuckle his belt, then began undoing the top of his pants before fumbling with the tab of his zipper.  Zipper pulled down, Trevor sucked in his breath as her left hand reached in his pants to palm squeeze his swollen nuts like before.  Then the beauty's trim right hand was pulling his throbbing cock out of its hiding place.

Seeing the beautiful young teacher again mesmerized by his growing cock that she fisted, the tip of her tongue licking her pink lips, Trevor wondered how much he could get away with this time.  "Lean forward just a little, sweetie!  Touch it with your tongue!  Lick it!  You know ya wanna do it!" he encouraged, seeing her swallow deeply in response.  Seconds later, he saw her lean forward a little, her pink lips parting just a bit.  Then her pointed tongue appeared as she leaned forward even further, her warm tongue making contact with his sensitive cockhead.

It was just a light and brief contact but that nearly sent Trevor out of his gourd and cause him to being spurting his load right then.  Clutching at the thick bedspread, he managed to steel himself in time, preventing a case of premature ejaculation.  Tighter he was forced to clutch at the bedspread as the pleasure giving tongue now licked along the sensitive rim of his cockhead.  Soon, his entire bloated cockhead was wet from her experimental tonguing, then the tip of her tongue was trying to burrow into his pisshole.  "Oh, baby ……………….ohhh, fuck ………………..ahhhh, sweetie …………….yeah!" he moaned with pleasure.

Heather's mind was a jumbled mess, unable to think clearly as she licked this man's cock.  Aside from the blackmail hold upon her, she was totally mesmerized by the thick black cock that waved about in her hand.  As if hypnotized by the waving black wand, the man's deep gruff voice seemed to take command of her mind.  "Put it in yer mouth, Miss Mills!  Put yer mouth over my cock, sweetie!" she heard the man command.  Leaning forward even further, open her mouth wide, her lips clamped onto the pulsating head of the thick piece of meat.

Unable to get her lips over the bloated crown, Heather flicked her lips over the opening of the man's pisshole.  Then she felt hands at the back of her head, pulling her forward as the cock was being forced further between her lips.  'God, its so biggggg!' she thought, trying desperately to open her mouth wider to accommodate the monstrosity.  Finally, the cockhead popped into her mouth but Heather was faced with another dilemma as the bloated bulb pushed into her mouth and slid down to the entrance to her throat.

Taking her hands off the man's testicles and cock, Heather desperately placed them against his hips, pushing against him in trying to prevent him from forcing more of himself into her mouth and throat.  But with the man's thick fingers entwined in her long silky hair, along with his overpowering strength, Heather shuddered as the thick cockhead was now being forcibly pushed down her throat.  'Oh, God ……………there's no way it'll fit ………………….I'll choke to death if he pushes it in!' Heather panicked.

Trevor laughed as the sexy young school teacher gagged, trying to push him away in order to breathe, seeing her get glassy eyed in the process.  "Ohhh, yeah, teach!  That's it ………………that's it ………………….Trev's gonna teach ya how to take a man all the way down that throat of yers!" he bragged.  "Swallow, teach!  Swallow!" he ordered as more of his lengthy cock disappeared down her contracting and squeezing throat.  Then, holding her hair tightly, he began to face fuck the gagging beauty.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!  Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" Trevor groaned out loud as his cock popped down into her tight contracting throat.  His body convulsed once, then again, and again as he emptied balls directly into her gullet.  Looking down, he saw the whites of her eyes as they rolled back, just as her arms fell limply from his hips.  Pulling out quickly, afraid that he had choked her to death, Trevor breathed a sigh of relief in hearing the gurgle in her throat as the passed out beauty took a life-gulping gasp of air.

Releasing the beauty's hair, Trevor slid one hand under her back, using the other to scoop her up under her knees.  Easily lifting the petite schoolteacher up in his arms, he stood and then turned to place the passed-out beauty down onto the middle of the bed.  Lifting her skirt up to bare her sleek sexy white legs, Trevor reached up to her lacy white panties and slowly peeled down the protective garment, baring the innocent beauty's private treasure.  Down her slender thighs and legs, then off her spiked heels, he drew the silky undergarment up to his face and inhaled its sweet fragrance.

Letting the young beauty rest while he himself recuperated, Trevor occupied his time by caressing her soft milky white legs and thighs as well as cupping the crotch of her panties up to his face like one would an oxygen mask.  'Damn, a true fuck'n redhead!  Pussy hair's as red as the top of her head!' he mused.  Licking his lips, Trevor couldn't wait to get a sample of her tasty beaver.  He could easily have gotten a taste now but he wanted to have the pleasure of feeling her squirm beneath him as he stuck his tongue up her innocent cunt.  He looked forward to having her wiggle wildly about the bed as he wiggled his tongue up in her sensitive slit.

Finally, Trevor heard the beauty stir above him, then saw her head turn slowly as she began to awaken from her passed out state.  Getting prepared, Trevor gently parted the beauty's thighs, pushing them up and wide apart so he could later settle in comfortably between them.  As she stirred above again, he placed his face just above her treasure chest, inhaling deeply as strands of her splayed red fleece tickled his nose.

Head spinning, lights seeming to swirl over her head, Heather blinked her eyes rapidly in order to focus them upon the strange ceiling.  Then a familiar face suddenly appeared above her, the face that belonged to the evil Trevor Smith.  Then the man was holding something up beside his face, a lacy white garment dangling from between his fingers ……………..her lacy white panties!  Heather gasped, realizing that the man had stripped her panties from her.  She swallowed in horror, feeling the odd slickness in her mouth, then realized what it actually was.

"Please …………………Mr. Smith …………………please …………………..I ……………………..I've done what you wanted ……………….and more!  I …………..I can't go any further!" Heather sobbed pleadingly.  Then the face above disappeared and Heather pushed herself up at the elbows.  It was then that she realized that only her panties had been stripped from her upon seeing her still clothed with her skirt and blouse.  But that big round bulge under the front of her skirt told her where Mr. Smith had disappeared to.   Feeling the hands on her inner thighs pushing her legs further apart, Heather fell back to the bed and sobbed in humiliation as her thighs closed around the large head between her legs.

"Uhh ……………..ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ……………………ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Goddddddddddd …………………………help meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" Heather cried out as the hot wide opened mouth clamped down over her sex.  Hands grasping the bedspread at her sides, Heather withered as the worming tongue penetrated her juicing slit.  "Arrrrrrrrrrrhhhhhhhhhhh!" she shuddered as the man's thick tongue flicked up against her sensitive clit.  "Godddddddddddd …………………..oh, Goddddddddddd ………………….ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she screamed as a mind-shattering orgasm shook her innocent young body.

 

A bit later, slowly recovering from her orgasmic stupor, Heather could only lay there and watch as the man began to unbutton her blouse.  She felt limp, unable to resist as the man moved her about like a rag doll, stripping off her blouse and then her skirt.  Turned to the side, her lacy white bra was unhooked in the back, then the shoulder straps peeled down her unresisting arms.  Then she observed the man step back with a wide smile on his face as he began to disrobe his muscular black body.

'Oh, my God ………………..he wants to make love to me!  He's going to put ……….put his big black penis ……………in me!' Heather thought with horror.  "Please ……….no ………………..please ……………we can't ……………I …………….I can't go this far ………………I'm engaged to be married!  Please ……………..please ……………I've never been with anyone but my fiancé!" she pleaded.  Having only surrendered her virginity two months ago, with intercourse one additional time since then, Heather was quite inexperienced and had good reason to dread what Mr. Smith was going to fuck her with.

Seeing the lengthy black cock rigid once again as it was being fisted, Heather realized that the man had no intention of using any protective condom.  The consequences of such an awful mating became quite apparent even through her daze and stupor, but the wicked thought made her juices flow even more out of her clenching slit.  'Oh, God, Doug ………..Doug ………………the whore you're engaged to is about to let another man put his penis ……….his cock into her ……………a big black cock …………………….one that might just get her knocked up in the process!' she thought.

Then the man was upon the bed with her, suckling at her stiffening pink nipples, bruising them as he bit down with his sharp uneven teeth.  Then Heather felt the thick bulb pushing up against her, seeking to gain entrance as it bumped and pushed against her thigh and move about on her soft fleece.  Heather froze as the thick bulb finally found its mark and pressed up against the entrance to her slit.  With the man's large hands gripping her trim hips tightly, Heather pleadingly stammered "No ……….no ……………..you ……………..you're too bigggggggggggg!   It's too big for me ……………..it won't fit ……………..pleaseeeeeeeeee ………………noooooo!"

Trevor laughed at the beauty's plight, enjoying the look of sheer fear on her young beautiful face, then taunted "Gonna 'ruin' now, teach!"  As she pushed up against his chest, Trevor snickered "Teacher got a ruler with her?  No ruler?  Well, dontcha worry, Miss Mills!  Cause I's got a full twelve inches to shove up yer tight little twat to measure with!"  Then, holding her trim hips firmly in his grip, Trevor lunged forward and speared his cock into the screaming young beauty.

"Aieeeeeeeeeeee …………………….ahhhhhhhhhhh …………………God, stopppppp ………………..stop …………..it hurts …………..it hurtssssssssss ………………..it hurtssssssssss so baddddddddddd!" Heather cried out in desperation.  Head tossing from side to side in sheer agony, her long silky red hair flew about in total disarray as she tried to push the muscular man from her.  "Oh, Godddddd ……………oh, God ……….stop ……………stop ………………………it hurtsssssssss!" she sobbed and cried.

"Ahhhhh, teach …………………so good ………………so good ……………so fuck'n gooddddd!  Oh, yeah, baby ………………ohhhhh, yeah, teach ……………….squeeze that tight little cunt of yers around my cock ……………….yeah …………………oh, yeahhhhhhhhhh!" Trevor moaned with pleasure.  Slicing up into her tight clenching cunt, he began fucking the young beauty with long lengthy strokes as she now clutched at him with arms and legs wrapped around him.

Instinctively, Heather had crossed her legs around the man now giving her the fuck of her life, locking her white heels together over the small of his back.  With the thick cock buried deep in her fertile womb, Heather instinctively squeezed her cunt muscles around the shaft that was making her shiver with unwanted pleasure.  Her body shuddered uncontrollably as her sharp manicured fingernails dug into the muscular shoulders.  “Oh ……………..oh, my God ………….oh ….…….…oh ….………oh …….….…oh, my Godddddddddddd ……….……..ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Heather swooned as her petite body shuddered with pleasure.

Slamming his muscular body into the beautiful young teacher, Trevor buried the entire length of his cock to the hilt, cockhead nestled up in her fertile womb.  Unable to hold back any further, Trevor thrust forward again, then moaned “Oh, baby ……………..oh, teach ………………here it cums ………………..gonna cum …………………gonna cum ………………ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!"  Body shaking in uncontrolled spasms, Trevor's bloated cockhead expanded further, then exploded right in her fertile womb, spurting stream after stream of his hot jizz into the thrashing beauty.

“Ohhhhhh ………………..ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ………....ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ….………ohhhhhhhhhhhh …………………..God ………………oh, God ………….no, no …………………….don't let me …………………..……………cummmmmmmm!" Heather cried out, fingernails digging into the thick muscular back as she arched up onto the thick black prong.  The unexpected pleasure had her shuddering in a mind-shattering orgasm as her petite body shook and quivered uncontrollably from the unbelievable fuck sensations.

As the school year was coming to an end, with summer and her big day to tie the knot approaching, Heather wondered if she should go through with the wedding.  The problem was that she deeply loved Doug and though she wanted to become Mrs. Doug Hampton, she wanted Doug to have what was best …………………and knew she was far from that at this point in time.  She was no longer the young innocent bride-to-be that Doug expected to marry.

How can I keep lying to you Doug, telling you that I'm staying late at school to clean up and prepare lessons for the next day?  You're so trusting, you don't deserve a slut like me! Yes, it started off with me being blackmailed!  But now I'm really just a cheap little slut who looks forward to that call demanding that I show up at the sleazy motel. To suck and fuck that big black cock once again.

Heather thought of the man who started off blackmailing her, forcing her to perform indecent things with him.  Then she thought of the recent months, when Trevor Smith began to pimp her out to winos on the street.  Heather shuddered and cringed at the thought, then had to admit 'Oh, Doug ……………….the more humiliating ………..the more degrading it was ……………………the more I loved it, Doug!' Heather sighed in despair.  The time with the two winos when she sucked one and fucked the other, when Trevor Smith surprised her by getting up onto the bed to bugger her virgin ass, Heather knew that she would never get that day out of her mind.
 

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