Priscilla Temple was starting her new life, as a math teacher at an inner city junior college in Baltimore. She had had a rough time, with Vince and the divorce – and a new life was what she needed.
So she found a job in Baltimore. Of course she knew no one in the city. No friends . . . and worse, no male companionship.
While her marriage to Vince was rotten, the sex was always good; she missed it. But for the time being, she would have to settle for her "toys"; the internet made it easy for her to get what she wanted. Vibrators, nipple clips, and her favorites – her Long Dong and King Kong dildos. She hoped her next man wouldn't think her too kinky, it's just that she loved the feeling of being filled, actually stuffed, well really, stretched, by a big dildo.
She wasn't all that worried about meeting a man. After all, at 37 she was still young. She worked out in the gym every day, so her five foot five body showed no fat, and in fact she might be called a "hardbody", with a little bit of muscle here and there. And her twenty four inch waist gave her the traditional hourglass figure. Accented of course by her breasts, which had been large to begin with, but even rounder, fuller and more protruding since she had the augmentation.
Her big bazooms, as she thought of them, did create a bit of a problem. She didn't want to appear sluttish, and didn't want men attracted to her for the "wrong reasons", so she always dressed modestly and demurely, wearing loose fitting tops that hid the size of her bazooms. After all, they were for her, and the man she decided on.
She had been told her face was "pretty" - round and impish, offset by bright blue eyes and sandy hair. She really wasn't worried about meeting a man, she just hoped it would be soon.
It was late spring. The five black college students, Horse, BJ, Snake, Oat and Slick, were anxious for summer. All five boys were tall, athletic and clean cut. They were all nearly twenty - young men actually, not really "boys".
Classes had ended for the day, and they were waiting in the hall for the new Math teacher, Miss Temple. They had observed her daily routing, and knew she'd be out momentarily.
They watched as she left the classroom for the media lab. Today she looked particularly hot, in a short dark skirt that accentuated her firm ass and showed off her muscled legs, very high heeled navy blue shoes and a loose satin blouse that simultaneously hid her tits, but suggested the more than ample size and shape of them. But it seemed strange - for somebody who certainly liked to look sexy, she acted like a prude.
Horse has sensed he knew her type, he'd known women like this before, that really weren't the prudes they tried to project . . . and he devised a scheme with his friends.
They followed her into the media lab. She sat at one of the monitors, and they sat at monitors on either side of her. While she was doing her work, they logged onto the net and brought up black-on-white sex sites.
Horse nudged his monitor just a little, ensuring she could see it. He brought up an image of a hot blonde, being fucked doggie-style by a black man equipped with a huge cock – long and thick, and glistening with the blonde's juices. On the left, BJ's screen also showed a blonde, kneeling in front of a powerfully built black man – her eyes were wide open staring up at him. He was holding her head tightly as he forced his rigid pole down her throat.
Priscilla scooted her chair back to look at the others' screens. One showed a handsome black man sucking hard on the nipples of a big titted brunette. Another showed a thin redhead, down on all fours with her ass high in the air, and her tits hanging – and her neck was bent back and her mouth open, and she had a look of extreme pleasure (or was it pain?), as a well muscled black drilled her asshole with his manmeat. And the last showed a blonde, a MILF, perhaps the same age as Miss Temple, sitting on the floor, naked, her legs splayed apart, her tits hanging heavily, as she was looking up at the circle of black men around her – the men who had coated her in cum, cum which was now dripping off her chin, and running down her tits and dripping from her nipples, cum which was oozing out of her stretched cunt and running down her crack to the floor.
She stood up in her chair. "That's it," she shouted, "I've had it! This lab is closed, and I may report you! Now get out."
The boys sauntered out, shooting each other looks, and grinning and laughing. Priscilla locked the door behind them.
Priscilla had heard that there were some "rough" kids in the school, but the gall! To view pornography right in front of their teacher!
She moved the mouse to shut down the computer, and got a good look at the blonde being fucked doggie style. "My gosh!" she thought, "I heard black men were well endowed, but I had no idea." His cock looked like a big thick billy club being thrust into the woman's cunt, and such a look of ecstasy on her face!
Priscilla thought of her Long Dong and King Kong dildos, but she had never had a black man. She pushed her chair back and started looking at the other screens. Before long her hand fell into her lap, and she raised her skirt . . . .
She had no idea the boys had gone next door, into the chemistry lab, and were watching her every move on Horse's laptop. They had planted a wireless camera in the Media Lab, and they could see Miss Temple clear as day.
They watched as she pulled up her skirt and slipped her hand down into her pantyhose. As she clicked through a series of pictures showing a big-titted blonde with a small waist and a patch of soft naturally blonde pubic hair being taken by one of the largest hung black men ever, her hand was moving around in the panty hose. Clearly uncomfortable, she stood up and slid her pantyhose down past her knees – and the boys could see from her pubic patch that she too was a natural blonde.
Then she sat back down and started working her hand around her pussy. It was a little hard for them to see, but it looked like she had one or two fingers in her hole.
"Now?" BJ asked.
"She's getting pretty hot," Horse noted.
"Let's make sure we got enough," Slick advised.
Oat looked at the DVD monitor, "Looks good. I think we got enough for our purposes."
"Okay, let's hit her while she's hot and before she cums," Slick urged.
Horse suddenly interjected, "Wait a minute! This is getting good!"
And as they looked back at the monitor they could all see, from the extended angle of Miss Temple's arm, that she was trying to work
all four
fingers into her cunt. Her head was back and her eyes were rolling up - - and occasionally she would look at the screen, see the image of that big black cock plunging into that stretched blonde pussy, and she would ram her hand in harder, farther.
Then
, and Snake gasped when he saw it, she added her thumb to the cunt – now her cunt was way stretched, and she had
her whole hand
buried in it.
"This is even better than we thought!" said Horse, as he grabbed a video camera and they headed to the computer room.
Oat had a key to the computer lab door. He opened it and the boys stormed in.
Priscilla reacted with terror as they burst though the door, the terror of being discovered, being exposed and losing her job teaching - not to mention the terror of just being caught masturbating.
"Miss Temple, you do look fine," Slick told her with a wide grin as she jumped, trying to pull up her pantyhose with her cunt-drenched hand.
"Seems you like porn, after all," BJ cunningly noted to her, "especially black on white porn."
