A Teaching Moment in the Bathroom

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A Teaching Moment in the BathroomIt was a new week and the crush of humanity moving through the corridors was beginning to flow. I was running late, again, and I was so thankful that I had a couple of students who were mature and reliable enough to take home room attendance for me in my absence. Going through my mind was not the upcoming week, however, but how unexpectedly my Friday had ended. Just thinking about it sent shivers through my spine, among other places. While wading through the masses I was blindsided by two of my seniors who, from out of nowhere, shoved a cell phone in my face which displayed a somewhat washed out pic of a naked woman on her hands and knees in the woods being spit roasted by two Black studs. Instantly I looked into their eyes, I knew they knew who it was. Seeing the look of horror on my face brought broad smiles to theirs. “Be in the boys’ bathroom on the second floor of the west wing after today’s final bell!” was all that was said as they blended into the crowd. It wasn’t a request but a demand. Standing there with a blank look on my face repeating their command in my head brought back memories of my own high school days where I would, as a freshman, meet the Black upper classmen in the boys’ bathroom during study hall to relieve their pent up energy by orally servicing them until they fed me the massive contents of their scrotums. I barely had room for my lunch after draining and swallowing the copious amount of semen they were able to deliver. Truth be told it was one of the few school activities I relished and looked forward to, sucking on their Beautiful Black Cocks until they rewarded me with volumes of thick, warm, pasty seed. Being jostled and bumped brought me back to the present. The halls were beginning to clear as I ran to my class room. I had the whole day ahead of me to ponder my course of action and the different consequences that could befall me. Class after class I flip flopped back and forth in my mind, unable to decide if I would go or forgo the demand of my presence at the place and time stipulated. Now it was the last class of the day, seniors English. My two aggressors, seated in the back row as usual, were splayed out at their desks, providing me with an unimpeded view of the pronounced packages inside their sweat pants. To make matters worse they continued to stroke and manipulate themselves while I tried to teach a boring subject to an uninterested urfa escort class. I prayed none would turn around to see the spectacle that I was unable to tear my eyes away from. My mouth was becoming dry, my knees wobbly and my legs weak. While I was sure none had noticed my now erect nipples I thought it wise to move back behind my desk and to sit in my chair where I felt the moisture my vagina had involuntarily dispensed. Finally the bell rang, the end of another day. The class rushed for the door except for my two tormentors who languished behind, starring and smiling with the anticipation of lions ready to pounce on their prey. They reminded me where I was to be expected in a matter of minutes.As in a trance I gathered my things ready for my departure for the day. But instead of grabbing my bag and heading to my car I slowly began to wander through the now silent hallways, the only noise the clicking of my heels on the tile floor. The silence was deafening as I moved down the west wing and climbed the stairs to the second floor. At the top and to the left was the door clearly marked boys’ room. Slowly pushing it opened I entered. In front of me stood the two strapping young men I had just lusted over in my class room. Out of the corner of my eye I caught sight of a third younger man but no less catching. The silence was broken when one said I told you she’d come. With that he walked to the door, closed it and turned the thumb lock.Instinctively I walked up and dropped to my knees in front of one. I was now delivered eight years back to relive one of the most exciting and rewarding times of my sexually deviant past. I marveled at the length and thickness outlined beneath his sweats. I reached up and began to touch it, caress it, I felt and saw it jump. Unable to restrain myself I freed the serpent from its confines. The darkness of his circumcised prick was akin to candy for my mouth as I lowered my lips on the gorgeous pink crown and moved my lips down the length of the shaft until I buried my nose in his pubic hair, inhaling the musk of his crotch. Hearing the moans of work it bitch I continued to suck and deep throat his cock while I cupped his scrotum and massaged his balls. I felt his hands on the back of my head as he took the lead and began to fuck my mouth like it was a cunt, the head hitting the back of my throat. As his pace quickened I knew I was about to receive the escort urfa reward I had come for. Spurt after spurt of his thick sperm filled my mouth and while I tried to swallow all inevitably some was being forced out the side of my mouth and down my chin. I was soon to look a mess as he pulled his flaccid dick out and wiped it across my face and through my hair. Fucking tramp was his final condemnation. Yes I was, but I always had been for any and all Blacks I had crossed paths with. From the earliest age I had always been told I was made for Black Cock and I had kept that creed throughout my life.Now the second young man wanted his turn at my mouth. His amazing dick had a pronounced vein on top that ran the length of his shaft. I traced it with my fingers, feeling the smoothness of his aperture. It was as tasty as the first and no less satisfying as I lowered my mouth onto his member. The saltiness of his pre-cum mixed with the sperm already coating my tongue. By feeling the tautness of his nut sack I knew he would soon be delivering me a copious load of semen. The faster I sucked the more his cock danced around in my mouth until I heard him cry out FUCKING BITCH! when he erupted and filled my mouth with his warm pasty batter. Again I was labeled a cock sucking whore as my face and hair was used to cleanse his cum coated cock.Two down, one to go I thought as I moved into position to service the last of the trio. But it wasn’t to be. Obviously the youngest of the three, he wanted more than a blow job, he wanted pussy. Bickering between him and the others turned into a flat out argument. The older said there wasn’t time, the younger stood firm. They exchanged fuck yous numerous times until the two older students walked out having the final word but losing the exchange. I admired this young man for knowing what he wanted, staying the course and not surrendering to the will of the others.I saw and knew who the Alpha was and I immediately raised my skirt and grabbed my panties, pulling them down to my ankles and kicking them to the side. As he walked to the door and locked it he commanded me in an acrid tone to bend over the sink. I did as ordered. Looking into the cracked mirror I watched his slow approach, looking past my face and hair which was spackled with drying cum. He wasn’t tall but was nicely compact with well-toned arms and a beautifully dark complexion. My fair ivory skin over urfa escort bayan powered by his dark tone sent shivers and excitement to my core. My senses told me this would be an angry fuck, making my heart race even faster, so I hiked up my skirt and spread my legs, obviously not far enough for his liking as he kicked them further.Fucking Assholes, not directed at me, Fucking cunt, absolutely channeled towards me as he freed his dick from his sweat pants. His erection instantly found its mark as the head of his cock slipped between my now wet lips and penetrated my eagerly awaiting pussy. With his hands firmly holding my hips he buried his shaft as deep as it could go on his first thrust. He let out a loud FUCK! I let my FUCK out under my breath. For a young man his age he filled me like a seasoned Bull. In just a matter of minutes he was filling my cunt with his thick, warm seed. Amazingly he never lost his erection but continued to pound away much to my delight. It was then I had a realization that he was probably a virgin! Recognizing the signs I had gladly and eagerly let myself be used countless times as a vessel for Blacks to lose their virginity. I always felt a sense of pride knowing my white pussy was being used to guide young Blacks onto the path of manhood. I now felt the same with this young man. As he grabbed the back of my hair with one hand and placed the other in the small of my back I knew he would ride me until he gave me another satisfying load of sperm. Looking in the mirror at the contorted look on my champions face I could see another eruption was in the making. As his second load flooded me my own orgasms were washing over me. Spent, his limp dick slipped from me as his seed began to drip down my legs. He stepped back to catch his breath and with this I saw the opportunity to turn around, drop to my knees and clean his cock with my mouth as I had done countless times in the past. With his dick still in my mouth I glanced up and saw a look of astonishment that changed to a broad grin. Though young he was definitely an Alpha and deserved all the privileges that came with it. When cleaned to his satisfaction he pulled up his sweats and began to walk to the door, first, however, stopping to pick up my panties, his first trophy I surmised. Now quietness filled the boys’ room. I had done what had been demanded of me and even more. Cleaning my face and straightening my skirt I returned to my classroom and gathered my belongings, sans my panties, and headed to my car. I passed Coach J in the hall and with an inquisitive look on his face he asked what I was smiling about. I told him just another productive day.

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