"Enough fucking around," Tyrone announced to the class. "Let's get this bitch performin."
The puny little black kid, Kyle, stopped kissing Sandra. He nodded his head in approval. "Yeah, this bitch needs to show us what she can do."
Tyrone grabbed Sandra's slender wrist and dragged her toward her desk. The class, who had been watching the entire assault, reformed their circle around them. Tyrone placed one hand on the back of her neck and pushed her over the desk. Her ass was so round and thick it couldn't help but thrust out. Kyle pushed her skirt further up, giving everyone a great view of her juicy white ass.
"Look at that ass, Tyrone!" Kyle giggled. And he gave it another hard smack. The smooth flesh shook for a moment before settling down.
Sandra, meanwhile, had given into her attackers. It was best, she decided, to just let them do what they wanted. It would all be over soon, right?
While Kyle attended to Sandra's big ass, Tyrone had moved around to the front of the desk. His crotch was just inches from her face. He smiled down at her.
"Look up at me, bitch" he commanded. Sandra craned her neck upward. He was snarling down at her, his few gold teeth peeking through his enormous lips. She was disgusted by him.
"Now look down here," Tyrone said. Sandra looked down at his crotch again. She could see his cock STRAINING to get out of his jeans. It must be enormous if it could make such an obvious bulge in his thick, loose jeans.
"Open it up and pull out my dick," Tyrone growled. Behind her, Kyle was smacking Sandra's ass again and again, all to the giggles of the lookers-on from the class.
She reached out and fumbled his zipper. Her perfectly manicured fingernails couldn't seem to open his button. But after a moment (and a few more spanks from Kyle) she finally popped it open. She eased his zipper down. And even from her awkward position bent over the desk, she reached into his jeans and ... she felt it.
It was rock hard. And it was obviously enormous. With some help from Tyrone, she was able to pull it up and out the top of his jeans. When it came into view, Sandra gasped. She'd never seen anything quite like it. It was a full ten inches, easily. It was dark black with thick veins curling up the sides. And the head? It was like a golf ball perched at the end, and it glistened with just a hint of pre-cum. It bobbed and swayed in front of her face. Tyrone grabbed it at the base, and even his enormous hands barely fit around the entire thing.
"You like that, bitch?" he asked.