Just look at that.” “I wish I could.” “Oh, it’s beautiful. I’m so big
and hard and you’re so wet and juicy…oh, your muscles are contracting
around me and it feels so good…” “Oh, fuck me! Fuck me hard!” Our
words deteriorate into wild noises and the world is nothing more to me
than water pouring down and cock filling me up. I can’t even move, the
best I can do is stand there and receive. “Can I come?” he asks, pausing
for a moment. “No. I want to watch. I want to watch you when you come,
and I want you to watch me. How’s that sound? That sound good?” “Oh,
yes! Please.” He thrusts once more. I grunt and push against him again.
“Feels so good” I sigh. “Yeah, but stop or I’ll come now, inside you.”

“You wash me now.” “Okay.” He washes my shoulders and my arms and my
breasts, then turns me around and starts on my back. “Nice,” I say. He
washes my rump, one hand soaping, the other exploring my pussy. He puts
his middle finger in me while he washes my pubic hair. I moan and bend
over a little. This gives him an idea, namely to replace his finger with
his prick. I moan as it goes into me at an entirely different angle than
I’ve ever felt it. I bend over further, holding on the the hot and cold
dials for support. Water is running into my eyes, and when I open my
mouth to make an appreciative groan, my mouth fills with it, but I don’t
care. It’s good, so good, the shower beating on my back and his huge,
hard cock pounding into my body. My legs are getting too wobbly to stand
on, so he holds my hips and I lean back on him as he thrusts in and out
of me. He moves slowly and gently for a time, then all of the sudden
slams against my ass, driving his cock in me as deep as it can possibly
go. The impact is so stunning it makes me yell. “I’m sorry!” he says.
“For what?!” I pant. “Didn’t I hurt you?” “Oh, God, no, it felt…uhn!” I
grunt, thrusting back against him…”amazing!” “In that case…” he says.
He does it again, then renews fucking me at a reasonable rate. “Oh, look
at that” he says. “Look at my hard cock sliding in and out of your cunt.

Her grin conveyed the clear message that it wouldn’t be
very long before we were back in her bedroom again, doing our
impression of mink in heat.

After we finished, the instructor, Lisa, walked right
up to me as I was headed for the showers.

“You’re John, aren’t you?” she asked.

“That’s me all right.” What a clever response, I
thought. “I suppose you’re wondering what a blimp like me is
doing in your class, eh?”

I could tell that the instructor was watching me,
waiting for me to collapse — or perhaps trying to figure out
what I was doing in her class. It wasn’t an advanced aerobics
class, but it was more than what a beginner like me should have
been in. I signed up knowing only that I needed some structured
exercise — no one told me what I was getting into, or, more
probably, I wasn’t paying attention. Now, I was too proud to
admit that I was in a little over my head. Yes, the instructor,
a rather nicely put together brunette who appeared to be about 19
or 20, was definitely looking at me.

For the past four years I’ve taught health education at a racially
mixed high school in Long Island. I’m 26-years-old, 5′5″ and I weigh 135
pounds. I guess I’m about 10 pounds over weight but I do have 36D boobs and
long, blonde hair and I’m considered attractive. I’ve never been interested
in sports or in any physical activities. You could say I’m a couch potato. In
fact, my ex-husband tried to get me to do sit-ups which I was incapable of
doing. Rich my husband, says he’s always been turned on by soft women, so my
softness is a turn-on to him.

He’s always brining Cavalier and Nugget home and we turn-on together
reading the letters and the fights, especially when black girls are beating up
white girls. As I said, I teach at a racially mixed school and almost all the
fights between black and white students are started and finished by the black
girls.

Up until last year I had never been in a fight in my life but all that
changed the day I had to discipline a girl named Yvette, a 17-year-old, black
student in one of my classes. She was disturbing the class and I finally had
to have a security guard escort her to the principal’s office and she was
suspended from school.

At the end of the school day, I drove home and when I walked to the
front door and had my keys out, a hand shot out and grabbed my upper arm. My
legs went to jelly as I turned and stood face to face with Yvette. Her nails
dug deep into my soft arms as pain shot through my body. She took the key and
opened the door then pushed me ahead of her.

She opened the door behind her and started to scream at me, calling me
every filthy name in the book. She was like a wild woman and all I could do
was stand helplessly in front of her. Yvette was my height, but probably
weighed about 115 pounds. She was wearing a T-shirt and jeans and her arms
appeared to be very strong and wiry.

She walked toward me with a look of hate in her eyes. I was moving
back towards the bathroom, thinking maybe I could lock myself in when all of a
sudden, she closed the distance between us and slapped me across the face. I
felt my face redden as tears started to pour down my cheeks. I truly didn’t
know what to do. My mouth had gotten so dry, I couldn’t speak.

Yvette ripped my blouse down, popping my buttons, and ripped off my
bra. My hand went instinctively to cover my tits, but she grabbed them and
forced them down to my sides. Then she grabbed my skirt and pulled it up to
my waist pinching my sides. I stood before her blubbering like a baby. Then,
just as suddenly as she began her attack, she stopped and backed off. The
look on her face was so hateful and cruel. “Bitch, I’m gonna’ kick your white
ass and just about kill you!”

She continued to repeat her threats as she slipped off her T-shirt and
jeans. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her hard nipples topped her firm black
tits that stood straight out. Her legs were thin but not muscular and her ass
looked solid under black lace panties.

Yvette walked over to me and grabbed hold of my skirt, yanking it down
and off me. I felt ashamed as she yanked me toward her by my hair. Then she
started slapping me across my face. Even though I was eight or nine years
older, and 25 pounds heavier, I was completely intimidated by this tough black
bitch. Her hands grabbed my soft breasts as she pinched and squeezed them
pulling my nipples and slapping them hard. I tried to hit her but she didn’t
seem to even notice my attempts.

One of her hands slid down between my legs and I found myself being
lifted off the floor and thrown down on my back. Yvette grabbed my ankles and
spread my legs over and behind my head. She kept me like this for a while
then got up and stood over me.

“Ms. Mason, you fucked me over, now I’m gonna’ fuck you up!” I’ll
never forget the look on her face or her words as she stood over me. “You fat
white cow, I’m gonna’ tear your tits off and stuff them up your cunt! Then
I’m gonna’ tear your fat white ass apart and you’ll be begging me to stop!”

As Yvette was terrorizing me with her words, I could see that she was
actually getting sexually excited. With one hand, she was rubbing the crotch
of her panties and her black nipples started getting very erect and firm.
There was a growing wet spot on her panties and a glazed look in her eyes.

Yvette then kneeled down between my legs, still rubbing her own pussy
through her wet pants and with her other hand, she started to play with my
thighs, pinching and twisting the soft flesh. This started me sobbing again
and as I laid helplessly on the floor she’d give a pull on my pussy hairs
forcing me to cry out in pain.

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Then she positioned herself over my body with her face directly above
mine. She started to spit on my face forcing my mouth open and drooling into
it. As she was doing this, her body stiffened as she ground her pussy into
mine and I knew she was reaching orgasm.

The smell of sex was in the air as her hands once more went to my
pussy. She tore off my panties then spread my legs and started rubbing my ass
and pussy with the crotch of my underpants. Then she put the panties up to my
mouth and forced me to lick the crotch. I was humiliated as the smell of my
urine and cum filled the air around me.

After she finished with me, Yvette got up and walked over to the
couch, removed her panties, spread her legs apart and began to masturbate.
“Bitch!” she said, “crawl over here!” I turned over and got up on my hands
and knees and did as I was told. My big, soft tits were flopping around as I
crawled over to where Yvette was sitting waiting for me. She forced me to
lick her black feet and toes and then another orgasm racked her body, she
grabbed my hair and pulled my face into her wet pussy. Cum flowed out of her
cunt and her hard thighs held my face close to her pussy lips.
I was waiting in the booth at three as I was told. I was
beginning to wonder how Randy expected me to help him pass
his class. I mean he was a senior, and I was only a freshman.
All his classes were at least two years ahead of me.

He got to the booth right at three. I had expected him to tell
me to get undressed. I figured he would want to use me before
we began to study. To my surprise, he told me to follow him.
He lead me through the halls to Mr.. Anderson’s room.

Mr.. Anderson was a teacher who taught freshmen through senior
english. I had thought him to be the best teacher I ever had.
He was funny and bright, and made me really want to learn.
I tried harder in his class than in any other.

As Randy and I entered the room, I could see a few things had
changed since my last class with Mr.. Anderson this afternoon.
His desk had been cleared away, and a sheet had been placed over
the top of it.

As I entered the room, a really bad feeling came over me.
I didn’t know why, but that sheet looked rather ominous to me.

I saw Mr.. Anderson sitting behind his desk looking out the
window. As Randy shut the door, he turned to face us. He gave
me a glance, then turned to Randy saying, “Does she know what
is going on?”
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Here we were together in the hotel suite after an evening of din-
ing and dancing. Sally liked Tuborg Gold Tequila and Jan liked
Manhattans. I was all set for both. We sat and had a few drinks,
when Sally asked Jan to join her in a joint. She never had be-
fore, but was willing to try. I had just quit smoking a few years
before, so didn’t dare join them.

Well, it wasn’t long, with pot and whiskey, and three people who
had known each other for a few years, before the atmosphere became
very, very comfortable. I finally suggested turning off the
lights and lying down and they both agreed.

It was pitch dark, and my clothes were off in a flash. Lying
there in the middle of the king size bed, I was growing with an-
ticipation, hearing them both undressing on either side of the
bed. Sally lied down first and I put my arm around her, kissing
her gently. Her skin was so soft, and I had never touched her be-
fore. As I felt the bed move when Jan sat down, I rolled over on
my back, taking her in my other arm. Her breasts were larger, and
her perfume sweet, and she snuggled in closely.

I was in ecstasy, feeling both of them in my arms, and their
thighs against mine. Both of their hands were exploring my chest
and abdomen. Suddenly I realized that I could feel their lips and
bodies, but I could no longer feel their hands. They had reached
across and were exploring each other intimately. I could begin to
feel their hips writhe as their fingers found each others clits
and reached inside.

Then they began kissing my nipples, and running their tongues across my
belly and into my belly button. Their tongues met on the tip of my pe-
nis as they were kissing the shaft on each side at the same time. (Two
tongues on my cock at the same time, and then an alternate seesaw
battle taking turns sucking and engulfing it) And always not being
able to more than guess where their hands were.

Sally climbed on top and I guided Jan to sit down behind her. Jan
reached around and held Sally’s breast with one hand and her pussy with
the other while she pressed her breasts against Sally’s back. She had
me deep inside her and I could feel Jan’s finger occasionally drop down
and squeeze the base of my hard cock. Sally was coming already, and we
squealed with her. She had never had anything like this happen to her
before, and I found out later how many times we would repeat the same
wonderful “trip”.

I moved over to the side of the bed for a short break. Jan wasn’t
ready to rest, though. She began kissing Sally’s breasts, and in no
time, she was getting hot again. I had turned on a bathroom light in
the meantime, and now I could just barely make out the two figures next
to me. Jan began to inch down, constantly licking Jan’s belly with her
tongue and beginning to lick her thighs. Maybe it was the pot or maybe
it was the electricity, but Jan’s knees came apart as Sally lied down
between her legs, and caressed her crotch with her tongue. Jan’s hands
went to her head, and immediately her tongue was inside. She reached
over and held me with one hand while Jan writhed to another climax.

Now it was Jan’s turn. I rolled over on top, and she guided me inside.
She was smooth and warm and very, very active. I pulled out before
long, wanting to prolong the ecstasy. I’m glad Sally was there, be-
cause Jan was very hot. Sally kissed her on the lips, played with her
tongue, and then immediately buried her head in Jan’s lap. Jan’s hips
raised high, and I could tell her tongue was all the way inside. She
came very quietly, altogether different than Sally. But it was obvi-
ously intense. I thought I was going to have to give her resuscitation
for a moment.

They both had another drink and a joint, and now it was time to learn
to do the grinds. We had teased Sally that she never could do the
bumps and grinds, so Jan decided to teach her. With the music on and
the lights up, nothing but laughs could be the result watching those
two beauties teach each other to do a sensuous dance with too much
booze (and without too much success!!)

And then it was my turn. After the lights were turned down, and the
laughs settled down, they both decided that I hadn’t seen nothin’ yet!
They both kissed me all over, one filling my mouth with their tongue
and the other playing deep throat. I liked it when they both kissed my
nipples at the same time, running their hands over my balls and cock.
Finally I rolled on top of Jan. Sally wanted to guide me in, so we
both let herfumble around and finally I was deep inside. Sally
reached around between my legs, caressing my balls and squeezing my
shaft. Jan’s hips moved faster and faster and I was on fire. There
was no turning back now. I could feel Sally’s tongue in my ear as I
screamed and exploded. It was almost more than I could handle.
But..as you can see… somehow I must have survived!!!