(Please read chapters 1-4, this will make much more sense)
"I'll help you with the bitch son, while you take care of the little blonde whore." Hank Jackson whispered into Tyshawn's ear.
Tyshawn looked to his right and into the face of Hank Jackson. He felt Hank pull his right arm away from the bitch. Hank pulled her away quickly and Tyshawn was now looking into the eyes of the blonde girl and now with a free right hand. He grabbed a handful of hair and let go of her shirt. She screamed as her hair was pulled and her arms shot up to grab Tyshawn's powerful right arm. Tyshawn looked at her, her shirt gathered over her breasts and her legs wiggling out from under her skirt. His mind raced, punishment and lust fighting for control. Tyshawn's cock reached its full length and sent the solution directly to Tyshawn's brain.
Sarah was in a panic as the black janitor grabbed her and pulled her over towards the student desks. Hank pulled out a chair and sat down, facing Tyshawn. He pulled Sarah onto his lap and faced her also to Tyshawn. He wrapped his left hand around her waist and held her snug. She continued to wiggle but could not free herself from his strong grip. Hank grabbed her right thigh and pulled it towards him, spreading her legs across his lap. He continued to hold her thigh over her stocking as he watched Tyshawn.
Tyshawn pulled Karen over to the teacher's desk and bent her face down over the desk. He looked down at her plump ass in her tight denim skirt. He put his hand in the middle of her back to hold her in place and jerked her skirt up onto her back. Her pretty pink panties were now squarely in Jesse's viewfinder. Tyshawn grabbed the waistband of her panties and tugged them quickly down to her knees. He heard the girl scream and try to fight to get up. Tyshawn reached up in between her legs and felt her pussy. He rubbed a finger inside the lips and felt moisture. He felt her lurch under his touch. He found her little clit and felt her jump again.
Sarah felt the janitor's left arm around her waist and his right hand resting on her thigh. She tried to push herself up but he was too powerful. She watched Karen's panties get ripped down and saw the boy putting his hand between her legs. Sarah felt the janitor's hand move on her thigh. She felt it move up her leg and touch the bare skin over her stocking. She flinched and tried to move again.
"Please don't do this. Please stop before anyone gets hurt." Sarah pleaded to the man behind her. She could not turn her head enough to look into his face.
"Honey, you are going to learn that you have to pay sometimes for your high and mighty attitude. I was not very pleased with the way you disrespected me this morning." She heard Hank whisper in her ear.
"I am so sorry if I did anything to make you angry. I didn't mean to. Please stop this." Sarah pleaded again.
"I'm not angry baby. I stopped being angry at white folks long ago. I just make them pay now and your ticket is past due. But for now let's just enjoy the show, what d'ya say?" Hank whispered.
Sarah looked back at the desk and saw Tyshawn had dropped his pants and a large black cock was bobbing in front of him. She had never seen one that big and menacing as she watched him lay it across Karen's ass. It seemed to even look blacker against Karen's white skin. She watched him pull back slightly and aim it between Karen's flailing legs. Sarah thought she heard Karen screaming but all sound seemed blurred now as she saw Tyshawn sink his cock into the poor white girl. Hank's hand slid up her thigh and touched the edge of her panties.
Hank looked on as Tyshawn buried himself into the cheerleader. He loved the look of black cock sliding into white pussy; he would never get tired of watching that. Something else he loved was the feel of soft white thighs and this teacher on his lap had wonderful thighs. He also loved the fact that she wore stockings, he thought that was incredibly hot. He slid his fingers up and touched the edge of her panties. He felt her flinch a little on his lap but she was staring at the scene on the desk and he sensed that she was slowly coming to terms with her situation.
Tyshawn felt the incredible warmth as he slammed his cock deep into the girl in front of him. She was screaming and moving around but now with his meat buried deep within her and his hands on her hips she wasn't going anywhere. He saw her lift her upper body up by pushing on the desk. He put his hand in the middle of her back and shoved her back down onto the desk. He saw her breasts smash against the top as she settled back down. He pulled out and saw her juices shining on his cock. He slid back in and her pussy swallowed him easily. He lifted his head to the ceiling and began to saw in and out of the tightest and sweetest pussy he had felt in quite a while.
Sarah felt like she was floating as she watched the poor girl in front of her taking the large black cock. Karen seemed to have lost her fight as she was now lying face down on the desk, her body lurching forward as the boy pounded against her. Sarah seemed to feel something warm on her legs and then realized the janitor had a hand on each of her thighs and was rubbing up and down. She felt a warmth run through her and she did not understand what was happening to her. Her mind continued to try and process her dilemma as the janitor ran his finger across the front of her panties. She felt the warm feeling flow through her again.
Hank smiled, as he knew he had the teacher now. He was running his hand across the front of her panties and she had stopped pleading with him. He felt her heat through her panties and he knew she was now on her way. He had felt this same acceptance in many a white girl when confronted with a powerful black man. Some fought more than others but most settled down rather quickly and this fancy young teacher on his lap was no different. He looked up and saw Tyshawn holding himself tight against the girl and Hank could tell her little pussy was getting filled with black seed.
Tyshawn felt his orgasm subside and felt the last spurt leave his cock and land deep in the girl. He pulled his cock out and saw it coated with their juices. He pulled his pants up, walked over to a desk and sat down. He had regained his senses and now was overcome with guilt. He put his head in his hands while Karen lay still across the desk, his cum running in a small line down her left thigh.
Hank knew this was the moment of truth with his teacher. How would she react? He whispered in her ear.
"Honey, I am going to need to fuck something. Now I could get up and do that little girl there across the desk or you could talk me into something else. It's your choice, teach." He said.
Sarah heard a whisper in her ear and she saw Karen lying across the desk. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing very slowly. Sarah felt so sorry for her and wanted to get up and help her. She tried to get up but the janitor held her down, his hands still on her thighs.
"No baby girl, you're not going anywhere yet. You have to decide the next step. Do I fuck this young girl or not?" Hank spoke in her ear.
"No, please, leave her alone. She has been through enough." Sarah responded.
"I agree, sweetie. She looks a little worn out. Are you willing to help her out?" Hank said.
"Yes, please let me help her." Sarah said and tried to get up again but the strong hands kept her locked on his lap.
"Ok, honey, I will let you help her. You do everything I tell you and I will not touch her. You ok with that?" Hank spoke softly.
Sarah processed what he said and tried to figure out what he was trying to say. She wanted to help Karen so bad, she felt a little responsible, and she was the teacher after all. How had she let this happen? She heard a "yes" leave her lips.
"Good, now you stand up and turn to face me." She heard Hank in her ear.
Sarah stood up slowly, her skirt falling back to cover her thighs. She turned to face the janitor. She looked into his face, it was calm and his eyes seemed to look right into her. She smoothed her skirt over with her hands as she nervously waited for him.
"Ok, darling, now unbutton that pretty blouse real slow like." Hank said.
Sarah froze and now it hit her, he was going to rape her instead of Karen. She felt fear fly through her; she fought off the urge to just run away. She knew she had to stay and try to help Karen. Maybe she could think of something. She unbuttoned her top button.
Jesse was now focused on the young teacher. She was actually unbuttoning her shirt right there in front of Hank. Jesses saw a little glimpse of yellow lace as her shirt fell open from the second button. He could not believe this was happening, he had just filmed Tyshawn fucking the shit out of the blonde girl across the teacher's desk and now he was watching this hot little teacher do a slow striptease. He felt a little touch of fear for what could happen to them from all this but he decided to trust Hank. He had known the janitor a long time and he knew that his best chance out of this was to put his faith in Hank. He adjusted the camera as the teacher's shirt opened completely, displaying her pretty yellow lace bra and her tight stomach.
 
                             
                         
                         
                         
                         
                         
                                 
                                 
                                 
                                