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In the Spring of "68" I was running Track for my High School and doing really good. I'd managed to perfect the hurdles and was blessed with better than average speed. I was mildy surprised at the attention I began receiving from the females of the school, we'd recently consolidated and being one of the few Black students, lets just say that relations were normally somewhere between tense and outright hostility. What powered me was the attention I got from the "ladies" at other schools. Yeah I was flattered, but back then I was a "package" myself, 6'ft, 190 pounds, moderate "fro" and a killer smile. Oh yeah, I was blessed.
One of the reasons our school districts had merged was lack of funds to continue independently, so it was no surprise that coming home late from a meet the Male showers were closed for repairs. There was a makeshift sign that said that after 5:30 the males would be using the Girls Shower Room. Without a second thought I went into the Girls Locker Room to take a shower, I had to hurry as I had to go to work in about an hour. The girls locker room was only half as large as the Males, only half of the lights worked and just like in our shower room the tiles were starting to fail. But the hot water, damn that hot water was working and that was a deal breaker for me. I also liked the acoustics in there and after a few minutes I found range and began singing as I soaped up. In those days a shower was a luxury for me, I don't want to say I lived in poor conditions but the k**s that lived in Public Housing I thought lived "High on the Hog" They had hot and cold running water and, get this, steam heat. Heck, one of the reasons I stayed in sports was to use the showers at school.
I believe that I was in the middle of a loud and rowdy rendition the Temptations "Ain't to proud to Beg" when I heard "What the hell do you call yourself doing in here boy?" almost in my ear. Hand to God, I almost voided my bowels, I did jump almost straight into the air and spun completely around. Not three feet away stood Miss Burgess, the Girls Gym teacher, and she was pissed. There I stood with water running over me washing the soap away trying to cover myself and I'm sure I had the classic Deer in the headlights look."
This was not good, Black male student found naked in Girls shower room in newly integrated school. Geeze, what if that sign was gone? Misses Burgess stood with her hands on her hips, she was usually in a perpetual state of pissed off", but I wasn't listening, I was really scared of the implications of the situation. White folks think lynchings are a thing of the past, well few people understand that the beatings were more common, and not talked about as much because the victims knew better than to talk.
Miss Burgess was standing in the doorway to the shower, she'd stopped talking and stood glaring at me. Mmmm..miss Burgess I stammered...I..I...there was a sign in fron...Save it she yelled (woman had a voice like an Army Drill Sergeant) she was looking at me like a Lab experiment gone wrong, She glared at me for a few moments....get dressed, she said and to my office I'll see whether I call the Sheriff on this or not. A real cold feeling settled in my gut, in our county, the sheriff was the last person a black male wanted to have looking at you. It may be different now, but, the term "among the missing" had real meaning back then.
When I arrived at her office she was on the phone, "Naw, just have to get a few things in order, I may be a little late but I'll be there." She looked up at me as I stood in the doorway, Well Tyrell, I looked for that sign, don't seem to be able find it, she said. Mis Burgess..I started, It looks, she said cutting me off, like we have a bad situation here Tyrell. People could be hurt here,she said, she stood up walked around her desk and after glancing up and down the hall shut the door to her office. People would not be comfortable with you being found in the Ladies shower room, you know what I mean. "miss Burgess, I said almost in tears, there was a sign in front of our locker room I swear by all that's holy I wouldn't have gone into the ladies room otherwise. I was starting to panic, If this was someone's idea of a joke, my goose was cooked, no one would step up for what would be coming. We talked for a few minutes more and I started to leave.
Tyrell, we both know what problems can come of this, maybe we can keep this between us for now? I stopped and looked back at her, between us?' She nodded, stood and came around the desk stopped just a bit to close for my comfort. You'll be out of her in what another month and a half. Off to College, or the Army? If this goes public, son, people could get really hurt. I nodded, Miss Burgess, there was a sign. She placed her hand along side my face, she stepped closer, I'll keep an eye out for it. She smiled, Miss Burgess wasn't by any stretch of the imagination a pretty woman, she was tall, rather athletic, just short of mannish looking. She was a drinker, I caught a faint air of Alcohol but that wasn't my focus, my focus was her hand that went from the side of my face to my hip. I felt her step closer. Tyrell, she said softly, listen, this can stay between us, but I'd like you to do something for me as well.' I tried to step away, tried to think, I was listening to her voice as I read what her eyes were saying. Damn I was 18, tumescence was assured and happening. She stepped in until she was against me. I'd like to say I resisted, that kiss, soft and assured, this was no fumbling high schooler. Everything was shut out, except her warm, female body, raven black hair, I could smell the shampoo in her hair, feel the warmth rising, she melded herself to me. Her hands came up under my shirt and she pushed it up over my head. Her kisses went from my lips to my neck, she sucked and nibbled gently on it. I felt her hands on my pants belt and felt them open ans slide down my legs. In a flash she raised her Polo shirt swiftly over her head and tossed it onto a couch in the corner of her office. She watched me, or rather my shorts, pulling down her shorts while I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of my pants. I was about to pull my jockeys off when she stopped me, No, she said, stepping back next to me, 'let me, she put her hand on my stomach and slowly pushed my jockeys down. She glanced up at me and smiled, 'Oh my, she said, my, my, my, sweet mother.
When my penis got free from my jockey's it slapped firmly against my stomach. As I balanced to step out of my jockey's she allowed her cheek to graze my penis. She ran her hand up my thigh and placed a firm grip at the base, just staring at it. She slapped it against my stomach a couple of times, then with a satisfied smile, engulfed it in her mouth. If she hadn't grazed so hard with her teeth I believe I would have exploded right then. The warmth, the hot wetness, the pleasure outweighed the fear and I ran my hand down her back, my fingers briefly under her bra. She didn't miss a beat, guiding me backwards until I was against her desk. Shifting around in front of me she began bobbing on my cock. Glancing up she had a look of satisfaction on her face, she pulled off momentarily, 'gee, so much, and she dropped fully to her knees, slowly she sucked me back into her mouth, not knowing what to do with my hands I placed them on her shoulders. I was getting close, I could feel a build-up of pressure as she varied the pressure and began rotating her head as she sucked. She suddenly grabbed my penis at the base, 'No you don't, my friend, not yet you don't, an she tightened her grip and gave a hard yank. Quickly she resumed her attachment without the grazing of teeth, her hands went to her shorts and she worked them down and off her body.
Standing quickly she stepped in and embraced me, then quickly kissed me on the lips. Somehow we worked our way to that sofa in the corner of her office. I got my hand between he legs, she was hot, and moist, she allowed me to get a couple of fingers into her and we broke the kiss while she stood with her legs spread just enough to keep her hot. With a quick move she turned and pushed me down on the couch and in a flash she was atop of me. As I reached up and played with and suckled her breasts she rode me. We got a ryhthum going, Miss Burgess had a satisfied smile as she raised and lowered herelf on me. She suddenly stopped moving and shook she was breathing heavily, for a few seconds she had her eyes closed. Oooohhhh dman, she said, so good, sooo good. She leaned forward and we started kissing, and shifting, and slowly I was atop of her. I started kissing downward, from her neck to her breasts, they wee small, with long nipples, she arched her back as I sucked on one then the other. My hands were all over her hips and thighs running circles with my fingertips, moving close but not touching her center. As I got below her belly button she lifted one leg then the other as I centered myself, yes, she whispered, yes, please, yes, and I kissed it, her vagina, then again, and I flicked her clit a couple of times with my tongue. AS I sucked on her clit her head rose up and she looked down at me. She moaned and began moving her hips in time with each tongue pass. Ya, she said, ya, oh ya, and when I timed it right, she came, raising her hips into the air digging her heels into the sofa. Kissing my way back up her body I re entered her, she pulled my upward and hugged me as we began to really get it on. Plunging deep four or five times, short shallow thrusts, circling to the left or right, I don't know how long we went, I do remember that my climax was exceptional, and that we both got off together. As we came back to our senses we fell apart, both breathing like we'd just run a small marathon. For some reason neither of us would look at the other, it felt like Adam & Eve in the garden, we knew we'd done something wrong, but didn't want to admit it.
After I got my shirt on I turned to Miss Burgess, she was buttoning the neck of her Polo shirt. Come see me tomorrow Tyrell, she said, say before Track Practice, no she hesitated, say about second period, I'd like to talk to you about then. I gathered my things as she spoke, 'Yes ma'am I replied, I looked at her, I wanted to say moore, but she moved behind her desk and sat down. 'Tyrell, she said, I think we both know that what happened here, never happened, she stated at me. See if something like this got around, true or not, my cousin, wouldn't take to kindly to it?' People could get hurt. 'Oh did I mention that my cousin is Sheriff Collins?' No ma'am, I replied, you didn't." she lowered her head and reached into a drawer for something. Guess I'll see you tomorrow she said as I closed the door.
One of the reasons our school districts had merged was lack of funds to continue independently, so it was no surprise that coming home late from a meet the Male showers were closed for repairs. There was a makeshift sign that said that after 5:30 the males would be using the Girls Shower Room. Without a second thought I went into the Girls Locker Room to take a shower, I had to hurry as I had to go to work in about an hour. The girls locker room was only half as large as the Males, only half of the lights worked and just like in our shower room the tiles were starting to fail. But the hot water, damn that hot water was working and that was a deal breaker for me. I also liked the acoustics in there and after a few minutes I found range and began singing as I soaped up. In those days a shower was a luxury for me, I don't want to say I lived in poor conditions but the k**s that lived in Public Housing I thought lived "High on the Hog" They had hot and cold running water and, get this, steam heat. Heck, one of the reasons I stayed in sports was to use the showers at school.
I believe that I was in the middle of a loud and rowdy rendition the Temptations "Ain't to proud to Beg" when I heard "What the hell do you call yourself doing in here boy?" almost in my ear. Hand to God, I almost voided my bowels, I did jump almost straight into the air and spun completely around. Not three feet away stood Miss Burgess, the Girls Gym teacher, and she was pissed. There I stood with water running over me washing the soap away trying to cover myself and I'm sure I had the classic Deer in the headlights look."
This was not good, Black male student found naked in Girls shower room in newly integrated school. Geeze, what if that sign was gone? Misses Burgess stood with her hands on her hips, she was usually in a perpetual state of pissed off", but I wasn't listening, I was really scared of the implications of the situation. White folks think lynchings are a thing of the past, well few people understand that the beatings were more common, and not talked about as much because the victims knew better than to talk.
Miss Burgess was standing in the doorway to the shower, she'd stopped talking and stood glaring at me. Mmmm..miss Burgess I stammered...I..I...there was a sign in fron...Save it she yelled (woman had a voice like an Army Drill Sergeant) she was looking at me like a Lab experiment gone wrong, She glared at me for a few moments....get dressed, she said and to my office I'll see whether I call the Sheriff on this or not. A real cold feeling settled in my gut, in our county, the sheriff was the last person a black male wanted to have looking at you. It may be different now, but, the term "among the missing" had real meaning back then.
When I arrived at her office she was on the phone, "Naw, just have to get a few things in order, I may be a little late but I'll be there." She looked up at me as I stood in the doorway, Well Tyrell, I looked for that sign, don't seem to be able find it, she said. Mis Burgess..I started, It looks, she said cutting me off, like we have a bad situation here Tyrell. People could be hurt here,she said, she stood up walked around her desk and after glancing up and down the hall shut the door to her office. People would not be comfortable with you being found in the Ladies shower room, you know what I mean. "miss Burgess, I said almost in tears, there was a sign in front of our locker room I swear by all that's holy I wouldn't have gone into the ladies room otherwise. I was starting to panic, If this was someone's idea of a joke, my goose was cooked, no one would step up for what would be coming. We talked for a few minutes more and I started to leave.
Tyrell, we both know what problems can come of this, maybe we can keep this between us for now? I stopped and looked back at her, between us?' She nodded, stood and came around the desk stopped just a bit to close for my comfort. You'll be out of her in what another month and a half. Off to College, or the Army? If this goes public, son, people could get really hurt. I nodded, Miss Burgess, there was a sign. She placed her hand along side my face, she stepped closer, I'll keep an eye out for it. She smiled, Miss Burgess wasn't by any stretch of the imagination a pretty woman, she was tall, rather athletic, just short of mannish looking. She was a drinker, I caught a faint air of Alcohol but that wasn't my focus, my focus was her hand that went from the side of my face to my hip. I felt her step closer. Tyrell, she said softly, listen, this can stay between us, but I'd like you to do something for me as well.' I tried to step away, tried to think, I was listening to her voice as I read what her eyes were saying. Damn I was 18, tumescence was assured and happening. She stepped in until she was against me. I'd like to say I resisted, that kiss, soft and assured, this was no fumbling high schooler. Everything was shut out, except her warm, female body, raven black hair, I could smell the shampoo in her hair, feel the warmth rising, she melded herself to me. Her hands came up under my shirt and she pushed it up over my head. Her kisses went from my lips to my neck, she sucked and nibbled gently on it. I felt her hands on my pants belt and felt them open ans slide down my legs. In a flash she raised her Polo shirt swiftly over her head and tossed it onto a couch in the corner of her office. She watched me, or rather my shorts, pulling down her shorts while I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of my pants. I was about to pull my jockeys off when she stopped me, No, she said, stepping back next to me, 'let me, she put her hand on my stomach and slowly pushed my jockeys down. She glanced up at me and smiled, 'Oh my, she said, my, my, my, sweet mother.
When my penis got free from my jockey's it slapped firmly against my stomach. As I balanced to step out of my jockey's she allowed her cheek to graze my penis. She ran her hand up my thigh and placed a firm grip at the base, just staring at it. She slapped it against my stomach a couple of times, then with a satisfied smile, engulfed it in her mouth. If she hadn't grazed so hard with her teeth I believe I would have exploded right then. The warmth, the hot wetness, the pleasure outweighed the fear and I ran my hand down her back, my fingers briefly under her bra. She didn't miss a beat, guiding me backwards until I was against her desk. Shifting around in front of me she began bobbing on my cock. Glancing up she had a look of satisfaction on her face, she pulled off momentarily, 'gee, so much, and she dropped fully to her knees, slowly she sucked me back into her mouth, not knowing what to do with my hands I placed them on her shoulders. I was getting close, I could feel a build-up of pressure as she varied the pressure and began rotating her head as she sucked. She suddenly grabbed my penis at the base, 'No you don't, my friend, not yet you don't, an she tightened her grip and gave a hard yank. Quickly she resumed her attachment without the grazing of teeth, her hands went to her shorts and she worked them down and off her body.
Standing quickly she stepped in and embraced me, then quickly kissed me on the lips. Somehow we worked our way to that sofa in the corner of her office. I got my hand between he legs, she was hot, and moist, she allowed me to get a couple of fingers into her and we broke the kiss while she stood with her legs spread just enough to keep her hot. With a quick move she turned and pushed me down on the couch and in a flash she was atop of me. As I reached up and played with and suckled her breasts she rode me. We got a ryhthum going, Miss Burgess had a satisfied smile as she raised and lowered herelf on me. She suddenly stopped moving and shook she was breathing heavily, for a few seconds she had her eyes closed. Oooohhhh dman, she said, so good, sooo good. She leaned forward and we started kissing, and shifting, and slowly I was atop of her. I started kissing downward, from her neck to her breasts, they wee small, with long nipples, she arched her back as I sucked on one then the other. My hands were all over her hips and thighs running circles with my fingertips, moving close but not touching her center. As I got below her belly button she lifted one leg then the other as I centered myself, yes, she whispered, yes, please, yes, and I kissed it, her vagina, then again, and I flicked her clit a couple of times with my tongue. AS I sucked on her clit her head rose up and she looked down at me. She moaned and began moving her hips in time with each tongue pass. Ya, she said, ya, oh ya, and when I timed it right, she came, raising her hips into the air digging her heels into the sofa. Kissing my way back up her body I re entered her, she pulled my upward and hugged me as we began to really get it on. Plunging deep four or five times, short shallow thrusts, circling to the left or right, I don't know how long we went, I do remember that my climax was exceptional, and that we both got off together. As we came back to our senses we fell apart, both breathing like we'd just run a small marathon. For some reason neither of us would look at the other, it felt like Adam & Eve in the garden, we knew we'd done something wrong, but didn't want to admit it.
After I got my shirt on I turned to Miss Burgess, she was buttoning the neck of her Polo shirt. Come see me tomorrow Tyrell, she said, say before Track Practice, no she hesitated, say about second period, I'd like to talk to you about then. I gathered my things as she spoke, 'Yes ma'am I replied, I looked at her, I wanted to say moore, but she moved behind her desk and sat down. 'Tyrell, she said, I think we both know that what happened here, never happened, she stated at me. See if something like this got around, true or not, my cousin, wouldn't take to kindly to it?' People could get hurt. 'Oh did I mention that my cousin is Sheriff Collins?' No ma'am, I replied, you didn't." she lowered her head and reached into a drawer for something. Guess I'll see you tomorrow she said as I closed the door.
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