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High School Teacher Scandal”Damn! You my sweet bitch, ain’t you? You sure know how to lick some good pussy, girl.”Megan raised her head from between Kathy’s black thighs. She didn’t make eye contact, just starred off into space, detached. A stray black pube was glued to her cheek and the musty stench of Kathy’s muff filled her nostrils and mouth.Kathy stroked her blonde hair as she stared into her ice blue eyes. “You still missin’ them football players, snowflake? Ha! Damn! They must’ve fucked you good. Why don’t you ever tell me about ’em?”Megan didn’t answer. She just wiped the back of her little hand across her full, pink lips, vainly trying to wipe the taste of cunt out of her mouth.”You hear me, bitch? Why don’t you tell me?”With that, Kathy reached out and grabbed a handful of Megan’s hair and yanked the smaller girl’s head sideways.Then switching her tone, Kathy gently pulled Megan’s head down across her belly. “Come on, Megan, tell me. I ain’t always been a lesbian. It’s just all I can get in here. I miss me some dick. Tell me how them football players did it.”Megan sighed and closed her eyes as Kathy stroked her hair.”There was this one. Tyrell. He was the star running back. He was charming, confident. He was tall and I used to love seeing him in my class–especially when he had on spandex.I would feel guilty for getting, you know, getting hot for him while I was teaching. I mean, I was young, but I was old enough to know better. Wierd how just 6 years is supposed to make such a difference. I mean, he was already 18 and I was 23. Just because he was a student and I was his teacher…Anyway, he would notice me sometimes, I guess, and give me a smile. I’d turn away, embarrassed, hoping he wouldn’t notice the red in my cheeks. Just harmless stuff. I mean, people are attracted to others all the time right? Why does age matter so much. Nothing ever comes of it. Anyway, he started talking to me more, just in passing as he was coming into class. And I noticed him smiling at me more. It felt good to have the attention of a younger guy,especially one of the popular athletes in the school. So, I just decided to take it as one of the few perks of working at a high school. Have a little fun to pass the boring day.”So, how did it turn into more?” Kathy inquired.”Well, there was a lot of that for a while and then a few times it was a little more playful. And then one day we were alone in the classroom. We were talking, sort of flirtily, and then he just walked over and locked the door. He turned back toward me and I was just sort of like ‘What the fuck?’He was wearing exercise clothes that really showed off his physique. I was thinking, what’s he doing, but I was also checking out his package.I’d been doing that now all year whenever he wore certain clothes and it was just sort of a habit.”Was it big?””Oh yeah. Tyrell was quit well endowed.””How big?””Oh, I don’t know. I’m not a math teacher. I never measured. I guess about this big.” Megan showed her forearm indicating Tyrell was about the same.”Anyway, the next thing I knew, he was all up on me. And I was all messed up, thinking oh my god I can’t do this, he can’t do this to me, what are we doing, what if we get caught, what’s the school policy, all kinds of shit. He starts rubbing my shoulders and the back of my neck. And then he just kisses me and I felt warm all over and just said fuck it.Next thing I know, he’s pulling my skirt up and my panties come off and his face is buried in there and I’ve got my hands on the back of his head the whole time.””Aw damn! And then he fucked you?””No. No, that’s the thing. He just made me cum and then he stood up, stood there between my legs, his bulge pressing through the spandex of his shorts, and I wanted him to fuck me.”But he didn’t?””No. He just looked at me, with that smile. And then he walked over, unlocked the door, and left.””No Shit! That’s crazy!””I know. I was still laying on my desk bahis siteleri canlı with my pussy hanging out, when I realized the door was open to the hallway. So I scrambled up and let my skirt down, but my panties were missing. I think Tyrell took them.The next few days, were really awkward. I was thinking the police were gonna show up at any minute or I was gonna get called in to see the principle and it would all be over. But nothing.Tyrell still came to class. He still smiled, but seemed a little more aloof. At first I was relieved. But the more it went on, I was a little hurt, and then started to feel a little desperate. All I could think was:Why didn’t he say something? Did I do something wrong? And what could I do to get his attention again? On the one hand, I was thinking, this is crazy! It’s illigal and wrong! But I couldn’t help it.I started thinking of him as I got dressed in the mornings, wondering what he would like to see me wear. I quit wearing panties to school. Sometimes I touched myself behind my desk in class while the students were studying.I fantasized about him all the time. Once, I even masturbated in the school bathroom thinking about him.Finally one day, he was the last one to leave class at the end of the day and I couldn’t take it any more. I walked over and started talking and flirting with him. Then I said, ‘You never let me return the favor the other day.’ He smiled and nodded at his crotch. I walked over and locked the door and basically ran back and fell on my knees.Ripping his pants off, I sucked him the best I could, but I wasn’t very good at that shit back then. I never did that to guys, and Tyrell, well I already told you he was really big. He must’ve got tired of it, because he lifted me to my feet and turned me around and bent me forward over my desk. He started talking dirty, telling me he was gonna give me what I wanted. He smacked my ass a few times and pulled my hair so my head came up and I arched my back.He spread my legs and started rubbing my pussy. ‘Damn, girl! You ain’t wearing no panties. You was ready for this shit, wasn’t you?'”Then he fucked you?””Yeah. Then he fucked me. I was so wet, he went right in. I begged him to go slow, because he was so big. But he didn’t listen. He split me wide open, fucking me hard with his big dick. He slammed it in again and again.It hurt, at first, but it was so hot too. I must have been screaming with pleasure, because he covered my mouth with his hand.It was surreal. I was a high school teacher gettineg fucked from behind by a hot black football player, on my own desk. On the corner of the table, I saw the teacher’s code of ethics they give out at the beginning of every year. I stared at it as he plowed me from behind. I groaned and screamed but his big hand smothered the sound.My heaving breasts were knocking tests and homework assignments off onto the floor. My high heels were clicking and clocking all over the floor as he pounded and I struggled to keep my footing.The desk squeaked across the classroom floor with each of his powerful thrusts.After he fucked me senseless, he came in me, smacked my ass hard, and left without saying a word. I drove home with his cum seeping out the whole way.””Damn. That’s hot as hell.” Kathy said as she rubbed her pussy lips and checked her fingers. They were wet and sticky and she wiped them on Megan’s cheek.”The news said you were arrested after you threatened to fail two players if they broke off their relationship with you. That was dumb. Why’d you do that?””That’s not how it happened. After fucking me, Tyrell started acting cold. And after a week or so, I thought, it was probably best. I was kinda glad it was all over.Then one day, he shows up at my apartment with a friend. They’re both standing there, demanding I let them in. I didn’t want to, but they come in anyway.Tyrell says he’s got a video of us fucking and he’s gonna turn it in to the police kaçak casino if I don’t do what he says. I was scared shitless. I begged him not to turn me in. Said I’d do anything. So, they told me to get undressed.Tyrell and his friend fucked me that night and at that point, I didn’t like it any more. I mean it felt good to be fucked by two young, hot teenagers, but I was scared and it wasn’t fun anymore. They weren’t flirting. They were just calling me whore, and slapping my ass and face. Tyrell kept spitting on my face.Then, I was riding Tyrell facing him and his friend came up behind me and started rubbing by ass and then my asshole.I was really scared when he started putting his finger in. It hurt and he wasn’t being gentle.’No!’ I said. ‘I don’t like that.’ But he kept going. My eyes pleaded with Tyrell, but he said, ‘Come on baby. Don’t be like that. Be hot for us. That’s what we like.'”I had a glimer of hope then. That maybe, it could all be fun again. If I was just let go and tried to be hot.That’s what they wanted. Then we could make it all a game again instead of what this felt like.So I went with it. ‘Put it in my ass.’ I said. ‘I want to be your little white teacher whore.’ They fucked my like that: Tyrell in my pussy, his friend in my ass. It hurt like hell, but I played the part. It seemed to get them off. They came.I did too. but I was so sore afterwards. It hurt to walk and sit at my desk at school.After that, Tyrell started having me come over to fuck more of his friends–three, four, five at a time. Sometimes I liked it, but most of the time I was just lost and in a daze. They made me bring alcohol when I came. At school, they would snicker in the hallways as I walked past. I overheard some cheerleaders talking about what a whore I was once.”Another time, at a party, I saw the wife of our head football coach making out with a cheerleader while students were standing around watching and cheering. The older lady was on her knees licking the cheerleader’s pussy while she rubbed her own crotch. There was a pasty, old white man on his knees in front of Tyrell. I couldn’t see what was happening, but his balding head was moving back and forth. Then I I got light headed and almost passed out when I saw what was going on.The head catch was sucking Tyrell’s dick. Tyrell looked across the room at me and gave me a wink as I sank down on a couch and some football player spread my legs and started pulling off my panties.I watched as Tyrell slapped his coach a few times and pushed him to the side. Then, Tyrell came up behind the coach’s wife and fucked her while she moaned and groaned with unrestrained pleasure into the cheerleader’s pussy. Some guy started fucking me, but I wasn’t even paying attention. I was fixated on Tyrell and the power he wielded over so many.That was when I realized this was way deeper than just me. I had no idea how many teachers, coaches, students were involved. I started seeing the signs: the biology teacher unaware of semen smeared across the back of her skirt, a young teaching student walking gingerly like she’d just been fucked too hard, a drawing of a gangbang scene in the spanish teacher’s whiteboard. But damn, if the head football coach was fluffing Tyrell to fuck his own wife, who knew how deep it went.I felt like I couldn’t do anything but keep playing along at this point. I had to make the most of my situation. I tried to enjoy it the best I could. I went to parties. I played the part of the whore. I did what I was told.It wasn’t too bad at first. I spread my legs when I was told or sucked or licked or fucked whoever and however they demanded.I mean, getting fucked by young, well hung, alpha males in their prime ain’t so bad. Right? Sure, it was degrading.Sure they sometimes made me do gross, embarrassing, or painful shit. But it was hot, most of the time, in it’s own way.It all came to a head one day at a parent teacher conference, casino oyna though. A group of boys cornered me in my classroom after all the parents left. They tried to rip my clothes off while I beat frantically with my arms. It was no use. They were bigger and stronger and there were too many of them.Finally, Tyrell said, ‘Bitch, don’t make me show my videos to the police. You’ll be ruined and go to jail. So I quit fighting and they had their way with me.I could hear parents and teachers talking in the hall outside while they dumped their loads in my or on me one after another. I was a sticky mess, clothes ripped and ruinedAfterwards, I straightened myself up the best I could and left crying and trying to hide my ripped blouse and sticky, disheveled hair. As I left, I passed the football coach sitting on a bench outside looking beat-up and dejected. He gave me a mournful look as I passed by.The next day, when I got to class, I saw a look of disgust on this blonde girl’s face who sets up front near my desk. She was a cheerleader. I’d seen her flirting with Tyrell before, and it made me jealous. It made me crazy to think of him fucking her, but I don’t know if they ever did.Then I saw a pair of my cum filled panties wadded up on my desk, right out in the open. I think Tyrell or one of his friends must have put them there deliberately to disgrace me. I quickly shoved them in the top draw of my desk, hoping no one saw them, but knowing everyone probably had. The looks on their faces confirmed it. Most of the girls just looked disgusted.Some of the guys were smiling or snickering. One of them blew me a kiss. I couldn’t take it anymore. I was done. I had to do something to put an end to this humiliation.So, I left school early that day. I made an excuse about feeling sick. I decided to go to the police. I told them I was ****d and told them the whole story.”Damn, girl! You didn’t?””I did. It was so stupid, but I didn’t know what else to do. So when it all played out, the boys acted all innocent, saying I was the one who assaulted them. The police arrested me and the trial took forever.There was a media frenzy. ‘Hot blonde teacher seduces black high school football players.’Mothers all over town were indignant. Men were secretly jacking off at the idea I’m sure as they saw my pictures flash up on the news.The boys said I seduced them and forced them to play out my twisted fantasies. They showed some of their videos of me in court. I was drunk in most of them, or just doing whatever they’d ordered me to do. But in the videos you couldn’t tell.I just looked like a disgusting whore. And the racially charged language they’d wanted me to use when I had sex now made me look like a racists bitch. It was pretty damning stuff. The media played it all up like I was some over-sexed pervert preying on innocent youth. And I’m sure there were other teachers involved who didn’t want the truth coming out. It was a closed and shut case.Who do you think people were gonna believe? A sexy blonde teacher or the minors she fucked?So, all those bastards got off scott free, treated like poor victims and I go off to jail in disgrace.They’ll be living life and fucking cheerleaders for years tp come while I rot in here in prison with you.””Damn. That’s messed up. Them boys really fucked you up, didn’t they?””Yeah.” Megan whimpered as her wetted with tears. My career’s over and even when I get out I’ll always be known as a ‘sexual predator’.” Megan’s pretty lips quivered as she struggled not to burst into tears.”Well that’s alright, Meg. Don’t you worry about it. At least your here with me and I take of my bitch. Now you just get back down there and make me cum again while I think about all this.Lick it good girl.” Kathy said as she pushed Megan’s pretty white face back down on her cunt. Megan sobbed quietly as Kathy pushed Megan’s face up and down over her pussy.”Yeah, that’s it. And don’t worry, I’ll be sure to tell my nephew, Tyrell, what a good pussy licker you’ve become. He always visits me, at least once a month. And I tell you what: I’ll even shove my fist up your ass from time to time to remind how it felt to get ass fucked by his friend Jerome.”

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