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Being a new teacher one has to try and apply everything they’ve been taught in theory to a real live classroom setting. This can be difficult because of all those variables that can’t be foreseen, the major ones being the students. They too have an agenda which is usually completely different from that of the teacher. So needless to say, situations will arise where bad judgement will always lead to bad mistakes of which I have made numerous. One such mistake started out with the best of intentions though.
Juniors take the Mathematics and English ACT and SAT that will reflect their standings in college admissions. Obviously the higher the scores the better their chances in securing a spot at an institute of higher learning. I had been asked by the mother of one of my students if I might be able to help him grasp the concept of test taking, since there was a special skill to it, so he might get a decent grade on the upcoming tests. Out of commitment to my students I agreed. It would be on my own time of course and not for pay but I felt a sense of duty to help so these students would have a brighter future. I wish I would have understood the agreement I had committed to more thoroughly before accepting.
The young man lived with his mother in a high rise apartment complex with a reputation as being somewhat “rough”. That alone didn’t bother me too much but there were three more of his classmates who also lived in the same building so as it turns out it wasn’t one boy, which can be a handful, but four, which can be a fiasco, especially at their age. But a promise was a promise so I reluctantly forged ahead. Another unforeseen complication is that the boys’ mother worked at a cleaning company that serviced various businesses so she wouldn’t be home to intervene should things get out of hand. What else could come my way was yet to be seen.
We scheduled the first tutorial on a weekday night at seven to last three hours or so. Since I knew the four boys from class and what mischief they were capable of along with their capabilities to learn we began in earnest, sitting around a kitchen table, as his mother said good night, learn a lot and left for work. No sooner was she out the door did they begin to play grab ass and horse around. I handed out some of the learning material and was able to focus them on the task at hand. Let’s face it vocabulary and sentence structure don’t hold anyone’s attention for very long, not even the teachers.
It wasn’t long before the questions they were throwing at me weren’t about the subject matter at hand but about me. Was I married? No Did I have a boyfriend? No Was I a lesbian? No And as the interrogation continued I was beginning to feel a connection, sort of a chemistry with these boys as I had felt in my own high school days with my classmates. Was I a virgin? NO! Did I like sex? OF COURSE! LOL How old was I when I lost my virginity? NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS! And they all laughed. Do you smoke? No Pot? Oh yes.
To this answer one of the boys broke out a couple of joints. I asked if it was really appropriate to smoke marijuana in the apartment. The answer I got was straight forward; mom does all the time for her ailments. Okay then, fire it up and we all moved into the living room. Sitting on the sofa wedged between one boy on my left and two on my right I was afforded the first toke. The forth boy sat across from us in a recliner inhaling deeply on the second joint.
As a haze began to settle over the apartment I felt a hand move to the inner thigh of my left leg with another on my right. The hands were strong, not weak or soft. As I was wearing shorts it aroused me to feel their hands touching my skin and beginning to slide upward. I closed my eyes and spread my legs wider to make the accent easier for them. The boys’ hands reached the v of my crotch simultaneously and feeling their fingers separate my wet lips I let out a groan as my cunt was penetrated by one of them. A thumb covered my clit and began to rub. I moved my legs together quickly securing their hands then climaxed while a finger hit my G spot.
Suddenly opening my eyes I realized they were all staring at me with big toothy smiles. OMG was all I could say which brought more laughter. Out of nowhere I was asked if I played cards. What kind? Poker was their response, or was it Poke Her? I have and at that they jumped up with a deck of cards being retrieved and the kitchen table being cleared of our school work. Five card draw was their game of choice and since none of us had any money to speak of we would be playing strip poker.
Though stoned I assessed my present situation. I had on a t-shirt and shorts, bra and panties, and sneakers with socks. I would have to lose eight hands before I was completely naked. Now I had played strip poker numerous times growing up and I knew the strategy most boys had. Their goal was to get me naked as quickly as they could, usually working in concert against me, before they lost all their clothes and inhibitions. I had general knowledge of the order of winning hands but I also knew it depended on the hands I was dealt. We all took our seats, another joint was lit and we cut the deck to see who would deal first. I had the high card.
Looking around the table at the four boys I surmised they probably had a pair of shorts on under their sweat pants but only a sports pull over and high tops, thus leaving them pretty vulnerable to losing it all and quickly. So this would be a game of attrition. My pussy still wet and the climax I achieved still fresh in my mind I was anxious to see the beautiful dark bodies of these boys before me. I shuttered imagining their strong black bodies pressed against my pale ivory complexion.
I shuffled the deck, had it cut, and dealt the first hand. The game was on. There were no poker faces here. The hoots and howls along with the mf’s and aw shits told our hands. The first hand was won by a boy with two pair. High tops and a sneaker, mine, hit the floor. The next hand showed a new winner as more footwear was removed. My luck was running as usual, poorly. My sneakers and socks were in the pile on the floor. The boys, however, were in much direr straights with most down to just their shorts. Gazing around at their smooth gleaming black chests I felt like I was in a candy store or more appropriately a meat market looking at prime cuts. The next hand was crucial; it was the tipping point where some of the boys would find themselves without bargaining chips to keep them in the game.
Now no game of cards could be played without snacks and drinks. The pot having been inhaled and devoured had left us all with the munchies. Chips and malt liquor was the answer. Not being a fan of Old English 800 I still accepted the 40 oz. can that was offered to me and sipped it slowly.
The fateful hand was now dealt. When our cards were finally shown two boys were out. They got up from the table, their erections quite evident, and removed their shorts. I couldn’t take my eyes off their beautiful black pricks. What I only imagined while seeing and teaching them in class was now evident and even more delicious in the flesh. As I had lusted after them in the classroom I now knew I would have them here, tonight. Since I had lost too I removed my t-shirt, my pebble hard nipples clearly visible in my bra.
Another hand and a third boy was out, his physique and hard on as tantalizing as the first two. I stood and removed my shorts affording all the opportunity to get an eye full and enjoy my black bra and matching panties before sitting back down. It was now down to possibly the last hand. The cards told a different story as we revealed them, there would be one last hand as I removed my bra displaying my 40d breasts with my saucer sized areolas and erect nipples.
I always thought I would have been a better biology then English teacher. The sensuality and sexuality of the body both male and female excited me, always holding my interest. I could have possibly been a history teacher too, looking at the past to make a better future. Contemplating these boys, these young men standing in front of me and the injustices their ancestors endured I wanted, I needed, to make reparations to them for all the evil and degradation that had been bestowed upon them and theirs by my kind.
The final hand was about to be played and all watched intently. It was my deal. The five cards in my hand looked to be a winner, three aces a duce and a four. My opponent wanted two. Taking two I surmised he must have at least a pair. I could taste victory but it wasn’t sweet. They needed a win, they needed reparation. I threw in three cards and drew three new ones. It was time to show our hands. He had a pair of sevens. I had absolutely nothing. A cheer went up and as I stood to remove my panties I felt a wave of exhilaration and excitement.
I went over and kissed the winner hard on the mouth, my body pressed against his. He responded in kind. I pulled down his shorts and lead him into the living room where I laid down on the carpet. Bending my knees and spreading my legs he eagerly accepted my invitation and climbed between them, the head of his stiff black dick separating my lips and penetrating my wet pussy. I wanted them all to know that this is what winners deserve and that they were all winners. I grabbed my ankles and began to moan as he hammered away at my cunt. The sloppy sound of wet sex and the slapping of his scrotum against me made me cry out for more. I could feel the spasms of his cock and the warmth of his seed as he filled me with life. He collapsed his sweaty body on top of mine. I kissed him then saying others were waiting he crawled off. He was immediately replaced by another boy whose dick was just as satisfying. I told them to grab my legs and pull them back. Two boys quickly obliged. As I felt another load was about to be deposited I broke free of their grasp and wrapped my legs around his torso as he delivered more potential baby candidates. Then another cock and another explosion as he ejaculated inside me. The last boy took his turn and he did not disappoint either. I know I orgasmed but I don’t know how often. As the last boy climbed off me I could feel the loads of semen leaking out of my vagina and seeping down the crack of my butt.
Reparations again went through my mind. I let them all know they needed to know what it was like to fuck a white girl in the ass and with that I got onto my hands and knees. They were anything but shy and as I felt the head of a dick press against my sphincter the burning sensation I knew that would be coming was now upon me. OMG fuck me hard I cried out. I needed the pain to give me pleasure. Pull my hair, make me your slut. They followed my begging pleas to the T. They were making me their whore. One stepped in front of me and began slapping my face with his cum covered cock. SUCK IT BITCH! I sucked the cocktail of cum and pussy juice from his dick until another took his place. While I was sucking their dicks my ass had been filled with a black sperm enema and another one was entering my back door. My muscles had adjusted to the size of their cocks and the pain was gone but not the pleasure. I didn’t have to beg for breast attention as hands were groping my tits, squeezing them and pinching, pulling my hard nipples. My entire body was quivering and convulsing. More semen and another dick in my ass and mouth filling me in every orifice with their life giving seed.
When all had their turn at my cunt, ass and mouth they were spent and I was exhausted. I thanked them, letting them know they were my heroes that the future belonged to the strong, smart and bold, that they should strive to be all. I knew I would continue reparations in my own way and found satisfaction in giving myself to these and all Blacks.
It was a school night and it was late. We all needed to go home and get some rest. As we dressed one asked a question, can we have another study group next week? I just smiled and said “maybe”. As I left with three of my students in tow we stopped at a door where one of them needed to “score” some more weed. As the door cracked open a voice asked “She a cop?” “No, I’m a teacher” was my reply. The door opened further. My students then explained I was tutoring them for some upcoming tests and he just needed to score a dime bag. Not a problem as the ten was accepted. Then I boldly told him I’d like a dime bag also, producing two fives. The dealer looked at me, smiled and said “It’s on the house; anyone helping my brothers is cool with me.” I insisted on payment, he refused but with the caveat that I continue to help and even stop by again next time I was in the “hood”. I let him know I looked forward to it. Where most people see fear because they don’t understand, I like to think I see opportunity.
Juniors take the Mathematics and English ACT and SAT that will reflect their standings in college admissions. Obviously the higher the scores the better their chances in securing a spot at an institute of higher learning. I had been asked by the mother of one of my students if I might be able to help him grasp the concept of test taking, since there was a special skill to it, so he might get a decent grade on the upcoming tests. Out of commitment to my students I agreed. It would be on my own time of course and not for pay but I felt a sense of duty to help so these students would have a brighter future. I wish I would have understood the agreement I had committed to more thoroughly before accepting.
The young man lived with his mother in a high rise apartment complex with a reputation as being somewhat “rough”. That alone didn’t bother me too much but there were three more of his classmates who also lived in the same building so as it turns out it wasn’t one boy, which can be a handful, but four, which can be a fiasco, especially at their age. But a promise was a promise so I reluctantly forged ahead. Another unforeseen complication is that the boys’ mother worked at a cleaning company that serviced various businesses so she wouldn’t be home to intervene should things get out of hand. What else could come my way was yet to be seen.
We scheduled the first tutorial on a weekday night at seven to last three hours or so. Since I knew the four boys from class and what mischief they were capable of along with their capabilities to learn we began in earnest, sitting around a kitchen table, as his mother said good night, learn a lot and left for work. No sooner was she out the door did they begin to play grab ass and horse around. I handed out some of the learning material and was able to focus them on the task at hand. Let’s face it vocabulary and sentence structure don’t hold anyone’s attention for very long, not even the teachers.
It wasn’t long before the questions they were throwing at me weren’t about the subject matter at hand but about me. Was I married? No Did I have a boyfriend? No Was I a lesbian? No And as the interrogation continued I was beginning to feel a connection, sort of a chemistry with these boys as I had felt in my own high school days with my classmates. Was I a virgin? NO! Did I like sex? OF COURSE! LOL How old was I when I lost my virginity? NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS! And they all laughed. Do you smoke? No Pot? Oh yes.
To this answer one of the boys broke out a couple of joints. I asked if it was really appropriate to smoke marijuana in the apartment. The answer I got was straight forward; mom does all the time for her ailments. Okay then, fire it up and we all moved into the living room. Sitting on the sofa wedged between one boy on my left and two on my right I was afforded the first toke. The forth boy sat across from us in a recliner inhaling deeply on the second joint.
As a haze began to settle over the apartment I felt a hand move to the inner thigh of my left leg with another on my right. The hands were strong, not weak or soft. As I was wearing shorts it aroused me to feel their hands touching my skin and beginning to slide upward. I closed my eyes and spread my legs wider to make the accent easier for them. The boys’ hands reached the v of my crotch simultaneously and feeling their fingers separate my wet lips I let out a groan as my cunt was penetrated by one of them. A thumb covered my clit and began to rub. I moved my legs together quickly securing their hands then climaxed while a finger hit my G spot.
Suddenly opening my eyes I realized they were all staring at me with big toothy smiles. OMG was all I could say which brought more laughter. Out of nowhere I was asked if I played cards. What kind? Poker was their response, or was it Poke Her? I have and at that they jumped up with a deck of cards being retrieved and the kitchen table being cleared of our school work. Five card draw was their game of choice and since none of us had any money to speak of we would be playing strip poker.
Though stoned I assessed my present situation. I had on a t-shirt and shorts, bra and panties, and sneakers with socks. I would have to lose eight hands before I was completely naked. Now I had played strip poker numerous times growing up and I knew the strategy most boys had. Their goal was to get me naked as quickly as they could, usually working in concert against me, before they lost all their clothes and inhibitions. I had general knowledge of the order of winning hands but I also knew it depended on the hands I was dealt. We all took our seats, another joint was lit and we cut the deck to see who would deal first. I had the high card.
Looking around the table at the four boys I surmised they probably had a pair of shorts on under their sweat pants but only a sports pull over and high tops, thus leaving them pretty vulnerable to losing it all and quickly. So this would be a game of attrition. My pussy still wet and the climax I achieved still fresh in my mind I was anxious to see the beautiful dark bodies of these boys before me. I shuttered imagining their strong black bodies pressed against my pale ivory complexion.
I shuffled the deck, had it cut, and dealt the first hand. The game was on. There were no poker faces here. The hoots and howls along with the mf’s and aw shits told our hands. The first hand was won by a boy with two pair. High tops and a sneaker, mine, hit the floor. The next hand showed a new winner as more footwear was removed. My luck was running as usual, poorly. My sneakers and socks were in the pile on the floor. The boys, however, were in much direr straights with most down to just their shorts. Gazing around at their smooth gleaming black chests I felt like I was in a candy store or more appropriately a meat market looking at prime cuts. The next hand was crucial; it was the tipping point where some of the boys would find themselves without bargaining chips to keep them in the game.
Now no game of cards could be played without snacks and drinks. The pot having been inhaled and devoured had left us all with the munchies. Chips and malt liquor was the answer. Not being a fan of Old English 800 I still accepted the 40 oz. can that was offered to me and sipped it slowly.
The fateful hand was now dealt. When our cards were finally shown two boys were out. They got up from the table, their erections quite evident, and removed their shorts. I couldn’t take my eyes off their beautiful black pricks. What I only imagined while seeing and teaching them in class was now evident and even more delicious in the flesh. As I had lusted after them in the classroom I now knew I would have them here, tonight. Since I had lost too I removed my t-shirt, my pebble hard nipples clearly visible in my bra.
Another hand and a third boy was out, his physique and hard on as tantalizing as the first two. I stood and removed my shorts affording all the opportunity to get an eye full and enjoy my black bra and matching panties before sitting back down. It was now down to possibly the last hand. The cards told a different story as we revealed them, there would be one last hand as I removed my bra displaying my 40d breasts with my saucer sized areolas and erect nipples.
I always thought I would have been a better biology then English teacher. The sensuality and sexuality of the body both male and female excited me, always holding my interest. I could have possibly been a history teacher too, looking at the past to make a better future. Contemplating these boys, these young men standing in front of me and the injustices their ancestors endured I wanted, I needed, to make reparations to them for all the evil and degradation that had been bestowed upon them and theirs by my kind.
The final hand was about to be played and all watched intently. It was my deal. The five cards in my hand looked to be a winner, three aces a duce and a four. My opponent wanted two. Taking two I surmised he must have at least a pair. I could taste victory but it wasn’t sweet. They needed a win, they needed reparation. I threw in three cards and drew three new ones. It was time to show our hands. He had a pair of sevens. I had absolutely nothing. A cheer went up and as I stood to remove my panties I felt a wave of exhilaration and excitement.
I went over and kissed the winner hard on the mouth, my body pressed against his. He responded in kind. I pulled down his shorts and lead him into the living room where I laid down on the carpet. Bending my knees and spreading my legs he eagerly accepted my invitation and climbed between them, the head of his stiff black dick separating my lips and penetrating my wet pussy. I wanted them all to know that this is what winners deserve and that they were all winners. I grabbed my ankles and began to moan as he hammered away at my cunt. The sloppy sound of wet sex and the slapping of his scrotum against me made me cry out for more. I could feel the spasms of his cock and the warmth of his seed as he filled me with life. He collapsed his sweaty body on top of mine. I kissed him then saying others were waiting he crawled off. He was immediately replaced by another boy whose dick was just as satisfying. I told them to grab my legs and pull them back. Two boys quickly obliged. As I felt another load was about to be deposited I broke free of their grasp and wrapped my legs around his torso as he delivered more potential baby candidates. Then another cock and another explosion as he ejaculated inside me. The last boy took his turn and he did not disappoint either. I know I orgasmed but I don’t know how often. As the last boy climbed off me I could feel the loads of semen leaking out of my vagina and seeping down the crack of my butt.
Reparations again went through my mind. I let them all know they needed to know what it was like to fuck a white girl in the ass and with that I got onto my hands and knees. They were anything but shy and as I felt the head of a dick press against my sphincter the burning sensation I knew that would be coming was now upon me. OMG fuck me hard I cried out. I needed the pain to give me pleasure. Pull my hair, make me your slut. They followed my begging pleas to the T. They were making me their whore. One stepped in front of me and began slapping my face with his cum covered cock. SUCK IT BITCH! I sucked the cocktail of cum and pussy juice from his dick until another took his place. While I was sucking their dicks my ass had been filled with a black sperm enema and another one was entering my back door. My muscles had adjusted to the size of their cocks and the pain was gone but not the pleasure. I didn’t have to beg for breast attention as hands were groping my tits, squeezing them and pinching, pulling my hard nipples. My entire body was quivering and convulsing. More semen and another dick in my ass and mouth filling me in every orifice with their life giving seed.
When all had their turn at my cunt, ass and mouth they were spent and I was exhausted. I thanked them, letting them know they were my heroes that the future belonged to the strong, smart and bold, that they should strive to be all. I knew I would continue reparations in my own way and found satisfaction in giving myself to these and all Blacks.
It was a school night and it was late. We all needed to go home and get some rest. As we dressed one asked a question, can we have another study group next week? I just smiled and said “maybe”. As I left with three of my students in tow we stopped at a door where one of them needed to “score” some more weed. As the door cracked open a voice asked “She a cop?” “No, I’m a teacher” was my reply. The door opened further. My students then explained I was tutoring them for some upcoming tests and he just needed to score a dime bag. Not a problem as the ten was accepted. Then I boldly told him I’d like a dime bag also, producing two fives. The dealer looked at me, smiled and said “It’s on the house; anyone helping my brothers is cool with me.” I insisted on payment, he refused but with the caveat that I continue to help and even stop by again next time I was in the “hood”. I let him know I looked forward to it. Where most people see fear because they don’t understand, I like to think I see opportunity.
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