The Housewives Of Coxville County part 4

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The Housewives Of Coxville County part 4Chapter 3: Heavy Tutelage: Bianca’s Story(Several weeks before the fated Coxville book club meeting…)”So, who wants to tell me what Carl Denham means when he says “t’wasbeauty that killed the b**st?”Bianca Blackwood stood before her audience and calmly scanned theexpanse of the room. For all their youth and vitality, the stillness andquiet that came from the students held all the life and vigor of a graveyard.”Anyone?” she asked patiently, tilting her horn rimmed glasses upslightly to get a clearer glimpse of her student’s young faces.Not a peep from the crowd, just a slew of blank clueless stares andwholly disinterested sneers. It simply amazed Blackwood how selectiveteenager’s priorities were. Ask a relatively simple question about themeaning and significance of a line from a classic film – one they had justfinished watching no less – and you received a hail of deer in headlightslooks at best, and a topside view of neglectful heads at worst.Ask them about what happened on the latest episode of “I’m a TeenageMother-to-be” or the final score of the previous week’s football gamehowever, and you couldn’t get them to pipe down without an air horn and astick of dynamite in hand. Youth indeed goes wasted on the young, thoughtBianca. It didn’t dishearten as much as annoy her these days. BiancaBlackwood – age twenty-eight — had been teaching for a fair number ofyears now, and the steady lack of enthusiasm from her students towards anysubject matter that couldn’t be summed up or abbreviated in monosyllabicforms or via tweet had already executed its due process of taking the windfrom her sails. These days her disappointment was overtaken by vexationtowards her pupil’s less than stellar performances and almost nonexistententhusiasm.”Um…” came a meek voice from the stilled crowd near the front of theclass.Bianca’s stark blue eyes settled on the voice’s source as a slim whitearm lifted calmly upward. Of course, thought Bianca, because no one elseseems capable of basic analysis aside from the AP student.”Ah, Ms. Rosenwood” said Bianca with a warm smile.It didn’t surprise Bianca that Daphne Rosenwood – age eighteen — wasthe only student to raise her hand. She was Bianca’s star pupil after all,and she did appear to be the only one ever genuinely interested duringtheir class sessions. Daphne was a…modest girl, if not whollyconservative. She had full chestnut colored hair, which she kept in a neatponytail that trailed down to the lower part of her shoulders, strikinghazel eyes, smooth white skin, high cheek bones, a button nose and ratherfull pinkish lips. A very pretty girl, who resembled an eighteen year oldSarah Palin clone to Bianca. Daphne was just very…traditional in hermanner of dress, which – coming from Bianca Blackwood – was a statement. Daphne’s light blue and gray blouse, skirt and blazer reminded Bianca moreof her parent’s generation rather than that of a teenage girl living in thefirst decade of the 21st century.Bianca wasn’t complaining however. She found it to be a breath of freshair, compared what some of the other young `ladies’ in her class consideredclothing these days. The atrocious outline of an outfit Kitty Summers waswearing on the other hand, was the antithesis of Daphne’s sensible style.Bianca didn’t know what she found most offensive, the obscenely high cutskirt that had the word `whooty’ (whatever that meant) on the front, theequally exposing pink tank top with that strange acronymic B.O.W logo alongthe chest, or the simply abhorent pink necklace/collar the girl wore thatread `slut’. Normally Bianca would blame poor parenting for a student’slack of manners or poor appearance. But doing so in Kitty Summer’s casewould in effect be an insult aimed at Jenny Summers, a close friend andfellow instructor at Coxville high.Therefore, instead of giving the young girl the ultimatum of eithercovering up or taking a trip to the principal’s office, Bianca was forcedto keep her distaste for Kitty’s ensemble behind gritted teeth. Unfortunately this immunity would by relation also have to apply to Kitty’sfriends, who were sitting next to the young girl, and were dressed just aspoorly. The lithe and perky blonde, along with her two cohorts – Patriciaand Miko – sat towards the back of the class, all them dawning differentcolored shirts bearing the same logo, its bold black B, lipstick shaped O,and the white colored W on each girl’s shirt. The risk of seeming biastowards the Summers girl wasn’t something Bianca was willing to chance. Bianca hadn’t the foggiest idea what the symbol meant, but over the lastfew weeks she’d noticed that an increasing number of girls around town hadbegun wearing the brand. Blackwood didn’t doubt it was something crass. Sad truth of a sad era she supposed. She had a knack for picking outsubtle nods to the profane, even when she didn’t want to. It saddenedBlackwood to see such young and breathtakingly beautiful young girls reducethemselves to lowly sex objects.The word distraction came to Bianca’s mind. This word applied toPatricia, or ‘Patty’ as she was often called, perhaps most of all. Thetall redhead’s bountiful chest was barely contained in such a tight fittingt-shirt, her curves on display inside the thigh high shorts and the liningof her thong underwear consisting of two slim strands of fabric thatclasped to her hips. Bianca, being a woman of notably ample curvesherself, could understand the girl’s plight of having difficulty findingproperly fitted clothing (lord knew her students made it a point to remindher as such from their comments), but Patty didn’t even appear to bespitting in the general direction of trying to conceal herself. Miko, thesmallest girl of the group – though not at all without her own seductiveshape — wasn’t exposed as much as her two friends, yet somehow stillmanaged to make herself blend right in among the trio with the degree ofleg, thigh and bare stomach she had exposed.All three girls scoffed in unison at Daphne’s gesture to speak beforechoosing to continue whatever side conversation they were having at theback of the class.”What Denham meant was that it was Kong’s desire to have Ann that gothim killed.” Bianca smiled.”Interesting thought.” Daphne continued, her southern accent made mostnotable from her clipped and precise pronunciation.”Ann’s beauty was what captivated Kong. It drove him to fight everyb**st on the island, it soothed him when he was fatigued or injured, andtragically it was what resulted in his death. His love and desire to keepher gave him strength, but also left him vulnerable. The fact he was ahuge ugly gorilla aside, it is a rather romantic plight actually, I feltsorry for him.”Bianca couldn’t have smiled any more brightly than she was at thatmoment. It charmed her to see her efforts to educate the youth weren’tentirely wasted.”Yes, a brilliant observation Daphne. Well done. The film ultimatelyis just that, a romantic tragedy. One we’ve come across many times thisyear in Hamlet, Romeo & Juliet, Othello and so forth.”Kitty and the other girl’s couldn’t have thrown knives any sharper thantheir glances at Daphne. It was foolish, but the trio’s malice towards thegirl didn’t seem to be capable of anything but. The rest of the class justcontinued looking back and forth between Daphne and Mrs. Blackwood.”It’s good to see at least one person is awake during class. Well saidDaphne.” Daphne smiled sheepishly, her cheeks turning a stark rosy red.”Half-truth!” came a gruff but youthful sounding voice from the veryback of the room.Upon hearing the voice Bianca’s heart instantly sank. Oh no, just whenyou thought it was safe, the beautiful blonde instructor thought, hermotion to turn towards the blackboard frozen in its tracks as another handwent up from the crowd. The fact Bianca was able to stop before she turnedher back to the class however left her slightly relieved, a silent loomingfear evaded for the time being. In unison all the heads in the class, sansDaphne, turned towards the voice’s origin. The risen hand was a deep browncolor, lined with muscle and bare up just beyond the bicep.Bianca sighed, for she knew that from here on out, class wouldn’t benearly as pleasant -or quiet- as it had been.”Yes,Mr. Styles…” said Bianca hesitantly and with a bit more venomthan what may have been necessary. “There’s something you’d like to add toDaphne’s assessment?””Mo’ like correct…” came the voice snarkily. At this Daphne turnedher head to the back of the room, her eyes narrowed at the thought of herintellect being openly challenged.”The whole romance angle iz cute an eh’thang, but…” the voice trailedoff for a moment.”It wadn’t homegirl who got Kong killed dou, it was that connivin’ asspromoter and tha anglofied system that got him put down, nahmean?”The class all turned back to Mrs. Blackwood, their eyes looking alertand, for the first time that day, interested in the discourse. Bianca wasso focused on loathing the young man’s atrocious grammer and sloppyannunciation that she almost didn’t notice the class’s attention. A smallband of students in Style’s vicinity began jeering and blurting a steadyrise of instigative noise. The boys around him all used perhaps some ofthe most mashed and incoherent english she’d ever heard. It was theclassic southern drawl, and the annoying lilt and tone held in the slang oftoday’s black youths rolled into one audible ball of chaos. Bianca wasable to decipher as much as,”Aww shit, here we go son!””Tell em’ ma nigga!””Here we go cuh!”It was the same breed of antagonistic call that Bianca would often hearon the basketball court and football field of the school. The stabbingpitch of intimidation that came mere moments before conflict. Of course itdid, Bianca thought, it was the noise of black youths who were gettingtheir kicks out of the prospect of discord, the scent of an argument. Fourstudents, one Gerald Styles included, were of such color and caste. Thefour young men position in a box shape at the far end of the classroom. Slouched and slumped in their seats, wearing their baggy jeans, loosefitting shirts, brightly colored hats, beanies and so forth. They’dactually managed to remain silent all the way up until the point Gerald -the group’s ring leader – had spoken up.Gerald himself was a shorter fellow, or at the very least shorter thanBianca, who stood half a head taller than the young black man. He wasdefinitely the shortest in his little gang. He had black close cut hair,deep brown eyes, a strong square jaw and facial features, and was builtlike an ox. The young man was rather short – 5’6′ at most – but of a largeand muscular build, with a wide chest, broad shoulders, and matchingchiseled arms. His lower stomach possessed a bit more mass than muscle,which made him appear – Bianca secretly thought – a bit like the famed Konghimself. His strong facial features did not help this comparison either.While not an altogether unattractive boy (Bianca supposed…for a blackman), Gerald’s wide nose and brow line gave him a more ape-like qualitythan the blonde teacher would allow herself to ignore or openly confess. Kitty, Patty and Miko’s eyes were suddenly fixated on Gerald, a curiousanticipatory glint contained in their eyes as Bianca silently noticed.”Really? Care to explain?” said Bianca.”Fasho” Gerald said. Gerald’s manner of speech was much clearer thanthat of his cohorts. This wasn’t saying much of course, but he could mostdefinitely utilize language at a broader level than his friends, which –Bianca assumed — was what made him leader of their little band.”Ya see, it was those white-bread American niggas, Denham and them, whothought it would be a good idea to go in Kong’s cut and uproot’m outta hisland an’ shit.”Bianca groaned somewhat while the other students remained silent, butall eyes remained on Gerald.”Old girl didn’t have nothin directly to do wit Kong gettin tagged,though she was an incentive. When Kong got hot over bein confined andplaced on stage as a figure’a fun in fronta folks, he fought to escape, butultimately fell victim to an innately oppressive system.””And I’m assuming this oppressive system is the `anglophile’ one youspoke of earlier?” responded Bianca with a none-too-surprised hint ofskepticism on her tongue.”One in tha same. The movie’s a metaphor for slaves an tha black man’sstruggle in a hostile anglophile environment.”And here it comes, thought Bianca. The racially charged rant. GeraldStyles, aka G-Spotz to his peers, was what Bianca referred to as a”rabble-rouser”. If asked for the meaning behind his nickname, Geraldwould -without fail– reply with a ceremonious rap jingle of,”Cuz dats what I hit wit ma fat ass dick, NIGGA!”Being the ham and desperate seeker of attention that he was, it onlymade sense that Gerald would use any and every opportunity to seedcontroversy and uproar in whatever room he happened to be occupying at anygiven time. Every historical, cultural, biological, anatomical or literarytopic they discussed in class inevitably veered into racial tiradeswhenever Styles opened his mouth. Bianca had complained on numerousoccasions to Principal Long, but the old an invariably grumpy negro hadmade it painfully clear he intended to do all of nothing in terms ofdisciplinary action towards the disruptive youth. The class was turningback to Mrs. Blackwood when she noticed she’d crossed her arms tightlyaround her ample chest and she was fighting the onset of a scowl withlittle progress.”Tha uprootin of a being of power from his homeland, totin’ him acrosstha sea to foreign soil, putting em’ in chains, and then destroyin him whenhe frees his-self, AND – most importantly – runs off wit a bangin ass whitewoman.””Ugh!” Shot another voice from the crowd. This one was on the far lefthand side of the room.Stacey Brown – a young and astonishingly beautiful black girl in Mrs. Blackwood’s class – turned in her seat to face Gerald. And Bianca thoughtKitty and her group were shooting dangerous stares.”Why does EVERYTHING have to revolve around a black man running off witha white woman with you!?” said the dark skinned girl in a flusteredtambour.Bianca remained silent, choosing to let the debate take its own shape.Mrs. Blackwood really liked Stacey. She was one of the fewAfrican-American students in her class — probably in the entire school –who made it a point to be polite and respectful towards her elders, anddidn’t make everything into an issue of race. With a solid grade-pointaverage and a wit belonging to the brightest of Coxvillian youth, Biancadidn’t find it at all unreasonable to allow the young woman to speak hermind in the face of what they both knew to be a ridiculous and bluntlyracist piece of dribble. Whenever Gerald Styles started up on one of hisrants, Stacy would often be one of the first to call him out on it, anothercharacter trait she admired about the girl. Bianca noticed that Stacy’sfirey temper wasn’t entirely unlike that of her grandfather Mr.Long, whoalso happened to be the principal of their school.”Psh, because it’s natural attraction. The black man is tha mostdesirable male specimen, a `wonder of tha world’ as they called Kong. Female impulse dictates dey go after tha prime and most fit male of daspecies.””PREACH nigga!” came the minion on Gerald’s right.”It’s only natural dey go after tha black man. We got the bodies, thastrength, tha ability to protect, to provide in every way possible. Datswhy you saw old girl Anne weepin and getting all cozy with Kong after awhile. And it can only be expected dat – as a result – tha other lessdesirable males, da hatin ass niggas of tha species do err’thing in derpower ta keep thea betta male down b.””That’s absolutely ridiculous!” shot Daphne. “Not to mention totallyracist!””Real talk boo. Why tha fuck else would the military roll in crazy assforce like dat against Kong?””Language”, Interjected Bianca. She’d let student speak their minds,but poor language on top of that ‘jive jargon’ was something Bianca didn’thave the patience or necessary ear plugs to tolerate.”Because he was a menace!” came Daphne. “Not to mention the fact it wasa movie! You can’t have a movie without an exciting climactive scene!” thegirl shot back.”Yeah, a menace to the white man’s white pussy.”The class gave a collective gasp, and if Bianca had been payingattention to her own body language, she’d have noticed her jaw beingslightly agape.”Mr.Styles!” came Bianca, her hands placed firmly on her wide anddesirable hips. “Language!””Art imitates life Daph” Gerald continued, ignoring Blackwood outright.”Government, law, business, culture, it’s all set up in dis country to keeptha black man in chains, a tool of entertainment. When a nigga breaksfree, and takes iz earned piece of tha pie, tha system only allows’m to goso far up the proverbial buildin til dey cut his black ass down. Is’s allrooted in fear. Anglo fear of tha black man, fear of his abilities, an -most importantly – fear of what tha black man can do to’z white skinnedmaidens.” With this, Gerald’s brown eyes narrowed seductively on Daphne, amore than suggestive smirk lining the sides of his mouth.And the space would’ve gone up in hellfire if Daphne Rosenwood’s cheeksdidn’t turn red. The once silent class room had risen to a host of murmursand chaotic conversation. Some were offended, some were angry, some wereembarrassed, and others were simply shocked. Gerald and his boys however,found the response to be nothing short of comedic genius.”That’s the dumbest shit in the world Ger” came Stacy, crossing herarms.”Stacy!”, came Blackwood, noting the girl’s curse.”Sorry Mrs.Blackwood”.”Don’t trip Stace, you know tha black man will always have love fo izNubian queens. Who else is gonna handle all dis dick we got goin on downhere?””You’re-” Daphne began.”We jus gotta get these fine ass fraulines broke in first.”The noise in the class rose to a near deafening clamor with the remark.Bianca’s calls to make the class settle down were lost amidst the rabble.”Alright, alright, that’s enough! Everyone settle down! Mr Styles, onemore crude word and you’re off to Principal’s Long’s office!”Her demands went ignored, and were only put down with the ringing of thebell.”Ugh, goodness gracious…alright, class dismissed.”Immediately the students grabbed their belongings and started for thedoor. Kitty, Patty and Miko were giggling as they convened Gerald and hisfriends and made for the door.”Oh, and do not forget your outlines for the upcoming report are due onmy desk tomorrow! No excuses nor pleas will be accepted.”No one answered as they filed out of the room, and Mrs. Blackwoodsighed deeply. Why do I even bother, she thought.”Bye Mrs. Blackwood, see you tomorrow”, said Daphne, the signs of herblush only just beginning to fade.”Take care dear”, said Bianca, “and thanks again for your input”.”Check you later Mrs. B” came Gerald smugly a moment later with hercrew, Kitty, Patty and Miko in tow as Bianca was sorting through herpapers.”I’m afraid so Mr. Styles”, replied Bianca.”3B in the mu’fuckin buildin!” called one of the boys as they filed outbehind Gerald.”Little shit…” grumbled Bianca, who never used foul language unlessshe truly felt it necessary. As she organized the various sheets of paperhowever, Bianca Blackwood couldn’t help but recall how enthralled the classhad been during Gerald’s uproar. In the span of five minutes, he’d managedto not only bring the entire class back from the dead, but actually excitedthem to the point they – granted chaotically – got involved with the day’ssubject.They were angry, offended, somewhat cajoled…but all the same,involved. Bianca could feel her brain begin to buzz with thought, thoughwhat it was zoning in on wasn’t clear yet. She followed her train ofthought; let it take root…until the image of Gerald and that smug smileof his crept back to the fore of her mind.”That little shit…” she repeated with a sigh, and set herself down inher desk chair to begin the less than invigorating task of grading the mostrecent stack of quiz papers.***”Is it my fault?” said Bianca while standing in front of her bathroommirror. She was diligently brushing her teeth from side to side whiletalking, the white foam of toothpaste cresting the sides of her mouth. “AmI just that terrible as a teacher that I can’t get even them interested forone hour out of the day?”Bianca was wearing her typical night attire, which consisted of a plainwhite t shirt and pajama shorts. One of her bare legs was cocked theslightest bit forward as she leaned towards the mirror, her right armplaced on the countertop.”Honey”, came Bianca’s husband Jebediah Blackwood – Jeb he preferred forshort – from the adjoining bedroom, “You know that’s not true. These k**stoday have the attention span of fruit flies, all that TV and tweetingnonsense have their brains everywhere and nowhere at once.”Jeb was sitting upright against the headboard of their king sized bed,reading an issue of Forbes magazine. The cover showcased a veryattractive, very muscular and regal looking young light-skinned black man.He had neatly cropped hair and was held a wide and confident smirk in acasual pose while wearing a smart looking business suit, the subtitlereading in bold: The Dawning of the Brook’s Empire.”Their not being able to focus I can handle, it’s watching them jump tolife at the first sign of chaos that frustrates me. Read them Poe or Twainor the words of Shakespeare, and all I get is stark silence. But belt afew curse words and some crude toilet humor mixed in wild pseudo philosophyon racial superiority, and you’ve got a near riot of discussion in theclassroom.”Jeb chuckled at this.”Silence or a riot huh, interesting options.””ARGH! Bianca sighed in frustration. “At this point a riot overclassroom lectures would be a breakthrough. Today was the most alive I’veseen that class in weeks.”Bianca went about the process of rinsing out her mouth and spitting theminty dregs of now watery toothpaste into the sink. Afterwards she driedher mouth and took a few moments to appraise herself in the mirror. BiancaBlackwood, by the testimony of peers, friends and total strangers alike,was a knockout. Taller than most women she knew by an idle few inches -likely the product of her Germanic lineage – Bianca was the type mostpeople would almost immediately notice upon walking into a room. She wouldoften joke with others who commented on her height that she was descendedfrom Vikings. With her glossy shoulder length blonde hair, straight andperfectly centered nose, ocean blue eyes and full round breasts, BiancaBlackwood resembled more of a goddess taken from lore of Norse Mythologythan a high school Lit teacher. Her smooth, long and lithely muscularlimbs were a natural part of her, and through healthy diet and regularexercise Bianca had accentuated these features as well as maintained ayouthful glow about her skin that made her lily white features springwhenever she smiled.Her body was perfectly lean and shapely, and from a front angle onecould easily note the healthy outer curvature of her hips, even afterbearing two c***dren to the disbelief of her peers. Bianca was contentwith this as much as any woman could be. She felt sexy, and knew that shewas as such. It vexed her however when she turned to view her side profilein the mirror. Bianca sighed, and looked on with a frown at the immenselyround and astonishingly plump orbs that made up her ass. After the smoothinward curve of her lower back, Bianca Blackwood’s backside bloomedoutward, an unnatural degree of mass making up of the soft flesh and aboutas much muscle beneath as she could attain from her regular workouts. Despite being told time and time again that it didn’t look bad, thedisproportionate mass and protrusion of it with the rest of her body oftenleft her feeling somehow…unnatural. It didn’t help that her conditionwas noted by others, and it made for her feeling invariably uncomfortablearound…certain types of people.Bianca could never understand how or from where she’d inherited such alarge posterior. As far as she knew large behinds like hers didn’t runstandard in her family, and she definitely knew it hadn’t sprouted from anykind of indulgence of fatty snack foods or lazing about. She had gained alittle weight between having the c***dren, and that certainly hadcompounded to the problem. She’d been able to bounce back from thathowever, and lost most of the extra weight through a controlled diet and anhour a day on the treadmill. The meat of Bianca’s ass held snug in herpajama shorts, an abrupt cup of skin and soft flesh at the bottom seamwhere her thighs were exposed. The frown deepened on the gorgeous blonde’sface, distorting her features. Finding out how to get rid of this would beanother breakthrough, she thought.”Don’t stress yourself out over it dear” came Jeb from the other room, areassuring tone in his voice. “You do what you can, and you leave the restto what’s supposed to happen naturally.”Bianca slowly walked out of the bathroom, a curious look on her face.”Is my…is my butt too big?” she bluntly asked.Jeb’s green eyes shot up from his magazine to sternly look at his wife.”This again?””Well…is it?””Sigh…what did I tell you the last nine times about it?””I know, we’ve gone over this before. But that was-“”A week ago” Jeb interrupted.”Yes, a week ago.””And what did I tell you then?”Bianca sighed. “Not at all sweetheart” she said, making her voice lowin imitation of her husband, who she thought always reminded her of GregoryPeck in his role as Atticus Finch. “It’s perfectly fine. Nothing wrongwith you at all on the butt department.””Precisely.””But…I’m more than halfway certain eight of those times you weren’tbeing honest, and one of those times doesn’t even count on the grounds youjust grunted like you do when you’re not really paying attention.””These high school k**s are rubbing off on you.””Be honest…” she said, a slight pout forming on her face, one she knewJeb was ever impelled to cater to.Jeb knew what that meant. When a woman said be honest, it really meantlie to me with everything you’ve got so I can feel better.And once again, Jeb reassured that her ass, on accounts and purposes,was not too big, and that there were no problems with it whatsoever.Bianca sighed. She knew what that meant. When a man said there wasnothing wrong with you at all, it really meant, yeah, that thing is beyondhuge. I blame your mother. Jeb did his best to reassure her yet again. This was responded with,”Alright…you’re placating to me…but-” she said.”No” started Jeb. “I’m merely telling you the truth.””Right…”With that Bianca approached the bed, abandoning the topic…for the timebeing, and fell onto the bed with a soft thud and the turning of covers.”Anyway, I wouldn’t be nearly as stressed out if it weren’t that darnedStyles boy.””That k** sounds like a typical punk”, Jeb immediately grunted backwithout even looking away from his magazine.Bianca had told Jeb about her issues with Gerald “G-Spotz” Styles. He’dhated the boy from word one, and that loathing for the young negro onlyseemed to grow with each new report of disruption.”Its little wastes of space like that that make me grateful parts oftown are set up the way they are.”Bianca was silent, but knew what Jeb meant, and (for the most part) sheagreed. The structure of Coxville, a county located in the Deep South, wasone that had maintained a longstanding degree of structural and culturaldivision between differing races. This practice dated back many score anddecades, as far back as the Mexican War from what she had read. Individuals like Gerald Styles and his friends made up the inhabitants ofthe much dreaded Westside, or N-Town, the run down part of the county thatwas occupied entirely by the colored citizens. There, crime and disorderwere a common practice, and it was where many of the area’s youth hadlearned the dreadful habits (and atrocious grammar) she’d witnessed atCoxville high school.On the polar end of town was greater Coxville, where Bianca, her familyand all of her friends lived. If night and day had a demographic, theirpart of town would have been where the sun shone brightest. Bianca was anintelligent woman however. She did not equate this circumstance to be asimple matter of “good and bad”. Bianca Blackwood knew of the greatinjustices people of color had been dealt over the centuries, and thelingering effects those slights held over their cultural and financialdevelopment, mentallity, and emotional standing in America. She — unlikemany in her family, and even her husband to a tamer degree — was not atall an advocate of the blatant racism that seemed inherent in the town’shistory, racism being a force which stunts intelligence in her mind. Buton the same token Bianca was aware that, in regards to pure fact, somecultures were – suffice it to say – simply better than others. As ateacher, Bianca was driven to instruct every student equally and to thebest of her ability. As a thinking woman however, this did not blind herto the fact that – though she hated to admit it – not every student wouldtake to her tutelage. Boys like Gerald Styles and his crew were just theunfortunate few who’d hadn’t fallen in line or come to understand howimportant education was. It was sad, but alas at the end of the day itwasn’t her fault.”I swear that boy gets joy out of making my job as difficult as humanlypossible.””It’s what his kind does dear. They’re angry at the fact they knowother people around them are actually making something of themselves, andtherefore make it a point to act out as a last ditch attempt to matter. They’d rather fail out loud and in front of an audience than buckle downand succeed through hard work, like this Brooks fellow here.”Bianca sighed, settling herself underneath the covers. “The truly sadthing is”, said Bianca. “The k**s really truly respond to him. It’s likehe has this invisible hold over everyone in class. I’ve half a mind totake notes on how he does it.””A jester’s talent dear” Jeb replied. “Fools can capture the attentionof almost anyone, its their lot in life and sadly it’s a fleeting one atbest.””If only…” she began.”Stop worrying about it” Jeb then said, setting the magazine aside andturning over to face her. “You’re going to give yourself wrinklesovernight if you keeping thinking about it.””Wrinkles and a big behind…attractive thought…thanks.”Jeb grumbled.”Don’t even start.”The two kissed gently, and Jeb turned out the bedroom light. In thedark Bianca was left to her thoughts. Many of them were random, and somerevolved around the events of the day. Government, law, business, its allset up to keep the black man in chains. It’s all rooted in fear. Anglofear of tha black man, fear of his abilities, and – most importantly – fearof what tha black man can do to his white skinned maidens. Bianca ponderedthe boy’s rant, indulged it briefly in the privacy of her mind. We jusgotta get these fine ass fraulines broke in first. Where does he get theseridiculous ideas, thought Bianca. G-Spotz! Cuz dat’s what I hit wit mafat ass dick, NIGGA! Bianca turned over under the covers, resting her headagainst her pillows. B3 in tha mu’fuckin buildin! Bianca flinched,thinking back on that name, B3, and what it implied.”Ridiculous…” Bianca murmured to herself, lilting herself into aflustered sleep.(One week after the fated Coxville book club meeting)”Conclusively, Twain’s final note to his audience is one of a satiricalnature on the political, cultural, and racial standing of America duringthe 20th Century. A note that was bold and salient in its era and remainsas such now as we traverse through the 21st century. Thank you…”Daphne Rosenwood finished presenting her paper to the class with a smallclosing bow as a steady – if half-hearted – hail of applause filled theroom. Several students kept their responses secluded to a `golf’ pitch,while others chose to opt out of joining in the round altogether.”Good work girl” said Stacy Brown with a playful nudge as Daphne tookher seat next to her.”Thanks, I think it was alright” replied Daphne coyly. “A lot of thegood material I had to omit for time purposes.””Shoot, I’ll be lucky if I break two minutes on mine” replied the darkskinned beauty.The most fervent and excited clapping of hands came from Mrs. BiancaBlackwood, who sat to the far right of the room in a simple brown chairthat she’d brought from home sometime prior. She could have sat in one ofthe open student’s chairs while the pretty brunette read her report beforethe classroom, but she’d learned from previous experiences those thingssimply drove her mad with discomfort. The tall, buxom and extremelycurvaceous blond couldn’t be paid to sit still in the standard sized chairsthey provided at Coxville high.The confining flat wood surface always pressed into her large roundbreasts and the seating was always too blunt for her skin and not nearlywide enough to accommodate the lower ends of her shape with any form ofcomfort. With the physical strain came the jeering whispers from Gerald”G-Spotz” Styles and his cronies on how Bianca’s ass sat on the edgesbecame unbearable, she decided to bring one of her own chairs from home.”Brilliant work Daphne” said Bianca with a beaming smile, “Hands downthe best presentation yet.”Daphne blushed, while other students near her scoffed. Bianca hated toappear as though she played favorites, but the young conservative girl hadbeen her best pupil by far. Of all of her class periods, Daphne had shownherself to be the sole straight-A student of the lot. Over the last threedays the class had gone through a wide number of presentations, and with nocontest Daphne’s had been the star piece. Bianca already knew that evenwith the half dozen or so remaining papers to be read, Daphne’s was goingto be best of the batch. Bianca went down her list of remainingpresenters. The list was supposed to have gone alphabetically, with DaphneRosenwood being the last of the R’s. Though Stacy made up the B’s on thelist, Mrs. Blackwood had allowed the girl to present two days later thanshe’d been slated. family emergency had been the official reason, butMrs.Blackwood figured the real reason was lack of preparation on the prettyyoung negress. Bianca however liked Stacy, and had allowed to hold on herreport until after the R’s had been completed.”With that, our next presenter is going to be…Ms. Stacy Brown”Stacy took a deep breath and went about gathering the pieces of paperthat made up her report. As she approached the podium at the front of theclass, several voices arose from the back of the sitting crowd. They weres**ttered, and held such a thick southern drawl that the words sounded morelike mashed paste is it were somehow made audible. A keen ear would havebeen able to decipher the noise as something like,”Don’t take too long lil mama!””Read that shit fast, aight!””How many more niggas gotta go today?”The noise – of course – came from the three boys sitting at the far backof the classroom.D’shawn, Khalil and Devon were the three cronies of Gerald Styles, or`G-Spotz’ to his friends. Their presence made Blackwood almost regretmaking attendance mandatory during the week of reports. The three boys hadalready gone up before the class. They’d succeeded in showing everyoneexactly what happens when a student refuses to put any effort whatsoeverinto their schoolwork. D’shawn’, Khalil and Devon had all chosen the sametopic, and – in their ingenious plan of strategy – had all copied from thesame online analysis site. On a meeker and less scrutinizing teacher theirplan might have worked, however Bianca Blackwood was simply not that breedof instructor. She’d given F’s to the three of them almost instantly, andhad worked herself into a fine rhythm explaining to the class after eachunutterable presentation why plagiarism would not be tolerated in herclassroom. The boys were somewhat embarrassed, but cared little after thefinal word was spoken on the matter.G-Spotz meanwhile had yet to show up to class that day, a fact whichloomed over Blackwood’s mind as both a blessing and a curse. She was morethan grateful to have some semblance of order in the young man’s absence,especially given the importance of the reports at the current stage of theschool semester. Without G-Spotz’s lead, his three boys proved to be farless rowdy, and could easily be tamed with a stern glare or word of cautionfrom the beautiful blonde teacher. Stacy glared at the trio and Blackwoodshot at them a sharp shhh! Immediately the three boys piped down. Hmph!not nearly as tough without their ring leader, thought Bianca with a smirkthat might have come off as a bit overly satisfied.A part of Bianca wondered if Styles would try using the same material ashis three friends. It would make failing him a heck of a lot easier, shethought. The other part of her knew better. Gerald Styles was a creep anda menace on a variety of levels, but a copy-cat and moron he most certainlywas not. Blackwood could freely admit that to herself. She only hopedthat whatever words the unruly youth chose to speak to the class for hisreport weren’t nearly as offensive as the last big scene he’d made in theroom. That outburst had been weeks ago, but the memory still held a sournote on Bianca’s nerves. It may have been a case of her wounded pride as ateacher, or a woman, or as a southerner, or perhaps being a white, or (mostlikely) some aggregation of the lot.Whatever the reason, her loathing of that boy held strong. It held, butthese days – as Bianca slowly began to realize – held something…elseattached to it. Something which Bianca – despite spending hours upon hourspondering — couldn’t quite put her finger on. Much had happened sincethat incident involving Gerald, a great many things indeed for the 28 yearold educator. New events and shared experiences with her good friendsSammy Spitzmen, Ivana Swallows, Anya White and Jenny Summer had her feelinglike certain things in her life were…skewed and lacking somehow. Thebook club she belonged pendik escort to with the other women had been where it allstarted for her. Things she had done had – done in a manner that almostseemed to be a trance now – had left her a several shades past confused. Bianca’s mind had found itself drifting off more and more into places thatshe’d never even considered before. Not considered as a wife, a mother oftwo beautiful c***dren, nor an intelligent teacher and female native ofCoxville County. As a result her views on Gerald Styles had graduallybegun to change somehow.Assuredly she still found the young Negro to be rude, arrogant,argumentative, crass and outright offensive with his sexist and equallyracist life views, but there was something else beneath all his boisterousposturing that which Bianca couldn’t place.She gnawed on what it could possibly be, what had changed in her imageof G-Spotz, when Stacy began her report. Bianca snapped her head up,knocking herself from her thoughts to watch the girl. Stacy Brown’s topicwas a contemporary romance novel that their class had read earlier in theyear, and how the traditional motifs of “romance” had been changed over theyears to reach broader audiences. With any luck he’ll stay a no-show and Ican just grade his report separately, Blackwood thought. She liked theidea of him staying out of class, if only for the day. Just thinking abouthim filled her with something that felt very similar to anxious and madeher squirm in her chair.Stacy’s points were concise, her speech clear and pleasant to the ear,and the class as a whole couldn’t have cared less. Many heads were staringoff into space, and others were so bluntly ambivalent that their heads werelying face down on the desk. Blackwood made a note of these students, andwas definitely going to be deducting points from the papers of thoseinvolved. However Bianca herself found it difficult to stay focused thatday. What in the world could I have possibly been thinking that night,Bianca questioned herself. Despite her greatest efforts she just couldn’tget it out of her mind. That fateful night at the girl’s book club wasassailing her brain again. Bianca had done her absolute best to press downthe memories of what she and the other girls had done that night. Had doneher absolute best to erase the brief stint of – what she could classify as- ‘madness’ she’d taken part in at the home of her good friend JennySummers.After trying to explain that night logically to herself – and failingmiserably – Bianca’s deduction eventually fell to more farfetched ideas. Theories spanning everything from strange waves of collective insanity, tomind altering d**gs being spiked in her lemonade became possibilities. Such conspiracies however all fell flat upon Bianca’s realization she’dbeen reading too many fiction novels as of late. The reaction had beenbrought on by something unknown, but something incredibly real. Somethingvery real that she somehow knew in her bones she’d not yet rid herself of.While perhaps not as thorough as Daphne’s report, Stacy Brown’s wasdefinitely a fine piece. When she was actually able to focus on the girl’swords that is. Stacy was two and half minutes through her report, when theclassroom door suddenly swung open with a brutish shove. All heads in theroom abruptly turned. Bianca jumped in her chair with shock. Downedstudents suddenly jerked upright in their chairs towards the opened door,as Gerald `G-Spots’ Styles proudly swaggered into the classroom. His cockysmirk was lining arched upward on his lips as though he’d been twentyminutes early as opposed to more than twenty minutes late.”Whaddup nigga!” called one of the boys, the taller fellow named Khalil.”Shhh!” hissed Blackwood again, however her warnings seemed to instantlylose their weight with the entrance of the young burly negro, his merepresence giving them arrogance and valor somehow by osmosis.Stacy merely sat her report down on the face of the podium and crossedher arms in a pout. She chose to say nothing, instead allowing her eyes toshoot hostile rounds at Gerald.”Sorry I’m late…car trouble.””Dis nigga…” came the shorter boy of the three sitting, the one namedDevon. “Was the trouble blonde or red-headed ma nigga?””Both son” chuckled Gerald in a low tone.”Quiet you three!” shot Bianca. “Mr. Styles, would you kindly takeyour seat, Ms. Brown is in the middle of her presentation?”Gerald simply rolled his eyes and smirked at his boys. Inside Biancachurned with silent anger. It simply astonished her how easily Gerald gotunder her skin. The smallest insulting gesture from him never failed attaking her to her boiling point. She could feel the butterflies of fightor flight fluttering in her stomach. While he never came out and said it,his rolling eyes may have well been screaming fuck you, bitch. Sheabsolutely hated that cocky smirk. Bianca’s husband Jeb had assured herthat, as a teacher, students like Gerald Styles would come and go. Sheknew there was truth in his words…but that didn’t mean she had to acceptsuch insults and disrespect.In a couple months he’ll be out of school and out of your hair Jeb hadassured while lying in bed.She’d hoped he was right, despite the fact the boy’s grades – whileperhaps not terrible – left much to be desired, and at this point in hissenior year made the idea of graduation a bleak one at best. Bianca hadspent a number of sleepless nights, spent hours pondering ways to somehowget through to the boy. She spent a great deal of time thinking up ways tosomehow channel the boy’s need for disruption and his desire for attentioninto his studies. Then she’d spent a great deal more time imagining newand innovative ways to do him physical harm upon finding no amicablemethods of reaching a truce with rude little bastard. Gerald eventuallyfound a seat, one empty desk closer to his boys, and Stacy continued withher report after clearing her throat.The remaining two minutes of the young black girl’s presentation wentuninterrupted, and the class gave their standard half-hearted hail ofapplause after she came to her conclusion.”That was really good Stace”, said Daphne.”Thanks girl”, replied Stacy with a smile.Gerald and his three friends had actually managed to keep their sideconversations to a dull whisper and only slightly irksome grunts andchuckles throughout most of her piece. Bianca sighed, and here I thoughtI’d get away with him simply not showing up. She knew it was a pipe dream,but to Bianca hope only killed upon it being relinquished…in most casesat least. Blackwood went down her list again. There were only a few morestudents left to present, with the final report belonging to Kitty Summers.Bianca had noticed early on that the young blond hadn’t yet shown up toclass that day either. Indeed, neither the Summers girl nor her friendPatricia had made an appearance yet. Miko had been present the day she wascalled before the class, but somehow had managed to fall ill directly aftergiving her report, and requested to be sent home early by nurse Swallows.She hadn’t been seen in class since.Where are those girls, thought Bianca. A less than curious thing toBlackwood, despite her wonder. The young and astonishingly beautiful blondgirl, along with her small host of cheerleader friends, had been missing anincreasing number of school days over the last few weeks. That, and thefact their behavior had become more and more unsavory, even by youngteenage girl’s standards. Initially Blackwood had equated it to Kitty andher friends simply reaching a rebellious stage of their youth, theirhormones impelling them to ‘make a little havoc’ during their senior year.When faculty members would converse in the break room about theirdisapproval of the girls and their choice of `new company’, Bianca wouldpolitely agree, but – to be fair – make a point to ask the elder teachershow they behaved when they were at that age. Some fellow teachers wouldscoff, others would negate with “buts”, citing seedy hearsay and secondhandrumor about the `simply detestable’ goings on at secret pool parties,football games and even on school grounds. Others would begrudginglychoose to drop the matter, and go back to reading the day’s newspaper. Their eventual neglect of the matter put Bianca somewhat more at ease withher own little secret. She’d seen Jenny Summers in action during one ofher…activities, and didn’t altogether see the image of Jenny’s daughteras a non-possibility either.Bianca fought to give the students an equal voice and fairrepresentation in matters, despite the fact that even she had noticed thedramatic change in the girl’s behavior. While by no means a pushover (sansGerald) Bianca Blackwood did pride herself on giving students an equalopportunity to defend their stance, whatever it may be. When Kitty Summersand her tall and very curvaceous friend Patricia – Patty to her friends -walked through the door however, Bianca could almost smell the mischief onthem. Kitty and Patty attempted to casually – though quietly – tiptoe intothe room. Patty was wiping at something on the cleavage of her amplebosom, which was tucked inside an entirely too small shirt. MeanwhileKitty was subtlety wiping away the phantom dregs of…something…from theleft corner of her lip.”Ah, Kitty, Patricia, so nice of you ladies to finally join us”, Biancasaid with a slight bite held in her voice. Students knew when Mrs. Blackwood was genuinely pissed when she got to using first names. “And mayI ask where you two have been?””Umm-“both girls said in unison while looking to each other for a signalin a mutual wide eyed surprise. “Car trouble…” Kitty eventually said,more in the form of a question than an actual statement.”Yeah, car trouble” Patty then chimed in.Bianca sighed. If it weren’t for the fact that Kitty Summers was thedaughter of Bianca’s dear friend Jenny Summers, she would have likelyripped her apart in front of the class right then and there. Instead shemerely shook her head.”Car trouble…of course, there seems to be a wave of that going aroundjust lately. Coincidentally on the day that reports are due …”The two girls merely gave coy little smiles and simple shoulder shrugs,which – as noted by Bianca – was returned with a cocky smirk from the mouthof Gerald and his homies.”Just take your seats you two…”, Bianca said dismissively.Bianca adjusted her glasses and looked back down to the presentationlist. With Stacy’s report complete, all the B’s were taken care of. Therewould only be a couple students left of the S’s. Bianca’s heart sank whenher eyes settled on the next unchecked name on her list.”…Mr. Gerald Styles…” said the buxom blond, barely holding back thegroan that sat atop her throat.That same cocky grin, added with a clamor of instigative murmurs fromhis three cronies.”Yeeah boi.””You got that shit cuh!?””Eh yo, make that shit fast nigga.””Before you step up to the podium Mr. Styles, I just want to know ifyour paper is going to sound anything like the previous three from Khalil,D’shawn or Devon.”What, deez three clowns? Hell naw!” bellowed Gerald.”Ey fuck you nigga!” said Devon.”Devon! Language!” barked Bianca. “And may I trust you in assumingyour piece isn’t going to be offense or disruptive to the class in anyway?””Naw, I really put work inta dis one, so’s folks won’t be gettin allbutt hurt about the truth. It’z mo thought provokin dan anythan…”Bianca’s nose scrunched to the point it almost misaligned her glasses,and her eyes narrowed slightly upon hearing the boy. Their butchering ofthe English language grated on her ear drums. She didn’t have the strengthor patience to break down all the flaws in his sentence, let alone thetime. So Blackwood simply signaled him to approach the front of the classwith a flat wave of her hand.”Very well then, the stage is yours Mr. Styles”.With that, Gerald lazily pulled out a small and rather hard used lookingstack of papers. It amazed Bianca that the boy could even identify themangled pages as anything besides tarnished pieces of trash. Geraldapproached the podium, and Blackwood noticed then that almost immediatelyall eyes on the class were alert and focused on him. Even the oncesleeping students had come alive and were sitting upright to hear Gerald’sreport. I can’t believe it, thought Bianca. Bianca truly hated to admitit, but the class really did follow the young negro. Even if they didn’tagree with his views, they traced his every word and gesture.”Mornin ya’ll” said Gerald in a confident boom after clearing his voice.”Ma report” he began, sifting to the presumed first page of his essay,”isn’t gonna be on just one book or film we’ve covered this semester.””What?” came a few hushed murmurs from the class.Mrs. Blackwood herself was slightly taken aback by the declaration.”Ma report is gonna briefly cover da broad strokes of tha major workswe’ve looked at dis semester, an then correlate how all ah dem are speakindurectkly ta two specific audiences in America. Namely, thaAfrican-American man…”Oh god, thought Bianca.”An his counterpart…tha white American woman.”The response from the class was a strange one. It wasn’t just acollective gasp, it wasn’t just the sound of creaking desks as a cluster ofbodies suddenly leaned forward in their chairs. It wasn’t just the giddyslew of giggles that came from Kitty and Patty. It wasn’t even theseemingly outraged fluster that squeaked from Stacy. It was a distortedand randomly meshed grouping of all those things, added with the more thanpeculiar silence of one Bianca Blackwood. Blackwood did not protest, shedidn’t immediately tell the boy to leave the room, nor did she fail him onthe spot for choosing such an absurd topic. That is something which shouldbe remembered. Bianca Blackwood simply sat there in her home broughtchair, her eyes wide open in a manner to match the O of shock that had beeninstantly slapped onto her face. It was a look carrying equal parts shock,awe, offense and an ineffable quality of curiosity at what was going tohappen next.”Oh…shit…” cursed Mrs. Blackwood under her breath, not even takingnotice to the fact that at some point – unbeknownst to her — she hadleaned forward in her chair, and her nipples had turned into two tight budsinside her white blouse….(Three days before Gerald’s presentation)”Come on baby, harder!” cooed Bianca Blackwood in the dark of herbedroom.”Agh, agh, agh!” puffed Jeb in response as he did his best to complywith his wife’s plea.Bianca was on all fours, naked and bent over in front of her husband. Behind her an equally naked Jeb pumped into her with everything he had,faint fleshy claps marking his efforts. Jeb’s body was slick with a layerof sweat from fucking Bianca from behind. Bianca’s curved naked formmeanwhile hadn’t even shown the slightest signs of fatigue. She held herposition firm and kept her back arched to give her lover entry.”Harder!” Bianca said, this time hinting more towards a demand than arequest. She so very much wanted to be fucked, pounded by a hard cock. Staving off sex for weeks on in had that effect on her.”Agh, eh, Ye-Agh!” replied Jeb as he grabbed his wife’s lovely hipsfirmly and pulled her back onto his erect penis.At maximum length Jeb’s cock was about six and half inches. More thanhalf of his manhood however was blocked entry into his wife’s sweet pinkgash, as the meat of her large and extremely round buttocks cushioned mostof his blows. To Jeb it felt amazing. Even after bearing two c***dren,Bianca’s body hadn’t become any less robust or toned than it had whenthey’d first started dating. While he’d originally held a secret distastefor the prominent growth in his beloved BB’s hind quarters, Jeb had toadmit to himself now – silently – that the soft abundant mass of that madeup his wife’s ass felt simply divine. Of course he’d never say anything onthe matter out loud. No sir, the topic of his wife’s posterior was all butforbidden. He’d learned to be a sure fire method to kill her good mood,and as far as Bianca knew, his perceptions on her bottom were that of itbeing by all accounts totally normal.It was anything but of course (no pun intended), but they’d comfortedthemselves in the safety of the lie. Jeb had gotten used to telling hisgorgeous wife she was as such, and Bianca never got tired of hearing assuch from her husband. In the end Jeb decided it would be best to keepBianca’s bountiful bottom as something akin to a `silent’ guilty pleasure.One he’d never speak of aloud or acknowledge outwardly.”Ugh my god!” Blurted Jeb as he thrusted his hips forward into herexpose opening.And if her glorious bubble butt wasn’t a national treasure in itself,her pussy was just as tight as the first time he’d ever been inside it.”I…I’m, I’m gonna” Jeb bellowed, not able to get his words to stringtogether in proper order before they trailed off into an uncontrollablegrunt of release.Bianca turned her head towards Jeb to see him spasm behind her. Shefelt his cock abruptly harden, surge with the pumping semen, and thengradually soften between her ass cheeks. Within moments Jeb had collapsedonto her, his penis falling limply out of her, and he buried his head intothe back of her blonde hair. Their love making had lasted a grand total often minutes, with two positions in total being executed. Bianca sighed,and lifted herself up from the remains of her husband. Bianca rose fromthe bed and threw on her night robe before heading off to the bathroom. Jeb meanwhile splayed himself backwards onto their large sized bed, takingdeep breaths and wiping at the beads of sweat that had formed on his faceand forehead.”That was…” he began in between labored breaths “simply incredible…”said Jeb in a more than satisfied exhalation.Well…that makes one of us, thought Bianca bitterly. In all theiryears of marriage, this had to have been the first time Bianca had everwalked away from her bed after having sex with her husband in utterdisappointment. Granted they had both been tired from their respectivedays and work, routine and the mutual grind of raising their two c***dren,but that had never put a damper on their sex life before. What’s going on,she thought. They’d made the mutual decision to stave off one another forseveral weeks before that night. The idea was rooted in allowing theanticipation to build – anywhere from a few days to a few weeks – so as toenhance the experience when they finally did getting around to it. Biancahad come across the idea in a women’s magazine she had read some monthsback, and had convinced Jeb to engage in the little experiment as well, asone of the rules consisted of `no masturbation’.They’d done it like that several times before, and each time the sex hadbeen simply amazing. Bianca never had any notable complaints about Jeb’sskills, stamina or…or his penis size, she forced herself to completementally.But that night’s performance, along with at least two others recently,had just been so… woefully beneath her expectations. So thoroughlybland, that she could hardly believe they had occurred.Bianca doused her face with cold water and looked at herself in themirror. Maybe it’s me, she thought. This self-conscious nonsense with meand my butt is making me too insecure. To Bianca, Jeb had always been aperfectly adequate lover. He was in excellent shape for a man nearing histhirties, and it wasn’t a matter of her losing attraction to him. Not hadtheir marriage come under any sort of recent strain or fire in the form ofconflict within the last few months. She didn’t know if it was work, herown stressed mental state with her students, grading reports, or somethingyet unaccounted for. All she knew was… sex for her as of late, hadtaken a sudden and very much frustrating nosedive.”Not to use an old cliché, but was it good for you dear?” said Jeb tohis beautiful wife in the next room with a chuckle.Bianca did not respond, being too lost in thought. No…not thought,more like lost in memory. Bianca thought back, in search of the last timeshe’d truly felt horny and been thoroughly pleased. The last time Biancahad been truly aroused — wet to the point of dripping in fact — had beenmore than a month ago. The memory shoved its way from the back of herbrain to fore, for must have been the eighth time that week. The image ofBianca, positioned on her hands and knees around her girlfriends JennySummers, Samantha Spitzmen, Anya White and Ivana Swallows. The image ofBianca, her stark blue eyes gazing up for approval at the grinning face ofa muscular young man, a student at the very school she taught no less. Theimage of Bianca’s lips pursed in a tight o while sucking on the head of hisenormous cock. The image of Bianca, gagging on six inches of a veinytwelve inch rod of black flesh that made Jeb’s penis look several layersbelow inadequate in both length and girth. And she remembered the feelingof the young man’s powerful hands as they clasped onto her one of her asscheeks. Bianca could feel her insides quake with the very memory of it. Deep down Bianca knew what was bothering her, what was making her sofrustrated, but she wouldn’t allow herself to admit it.Jeb obviously didn’t feel like the sex was bad, which made Bianca’sguilt that much worse. On the contrary, the triumphant lion’s grin Jeb wasgiving her as she exited the bathroom and made her way back to the bedimplied he was positively thrilled with the session.”So?” Jeb asked.”What?” Replied Bianca.”Was it good?””Oh…yes, yes of course…” she lied.”Ahhh, that was a brilliant idea you had. Holding ourselves off fromsex for a few weeks at a time.” Jeb threw himself back onto the pillow ofthe bed, arms outstretched.Bianca meanwhile silently slipped herself in between the sheets.”You’re amazing when you’re horny” Jeb complimented. “I love this newaggressive side to you. Bossy definitely suits you in bed.”Still, Bianca said nothing.”And that thing you do with your hips…my god, where’d you learn how todo that? It makes your ass just–“”Ok Jeb, thank you!” Shot Bianca, an obvious exasperation in her tone.”What’s wrong?” he asked, concerned.”N-Nothing, you just…you know how I feel about people talking about mybutt. It makes me uncomfortable is all.”It was a true statement..`sort of’. It `could’ have passed as truebother. Granted it wasn’t really at the fore of her present worries, butBianca couldn’t possibly tell Jeb what was truly on her mind. Not a chancein hell she’d confess that.Jeb gave a quick chuckle before kissing her softly on the cheek.”We’ll have none of that, not after that kind of sex.”It was blunt, but the look on Bianca’s face couldn’t hold any anger. Jeb was truly a sweet man. If any part of her was evenly remotely temptedto out and tell the truth, Bianca killed it when she smiled back at herhusband. In the end she decided to leave the matter at that, and kissedJeb back before laying her head down to rest. It still bothered hergreatly that his greatest efforts had barely gotten her moist. And itbothered her even more how wet the current collage of erotic imagesparading around her brain had made her in the span of a few moments. Shehad to fight the urge to slide her fingers into herself. It was just aone-time experience, she thought, trying to counsel herself back to logicand therefore lull herself to sleep. Just a stupid one time experiment tosee what all Jenny’s boasting was about. That’s all.Bianca repeated this to herself many times. But even as Jeb curled upnext to her, the thought of her previous venture – and the effect it hadhad on her – persisted. And at some point when Bianca finally managed tofall into a thoughtful slumber, she actually allowed herself to confess –in a fleeting moment of acceptance — …that black cock really was hugethough……”Well Mr. Styles…” she said in a tone no louder than a breath, asmoldering anger sitting atop her words like froth. “You’ve done it…”Bianca Blackwood was sitting in her rolling chair on the proper end ofher desk. The blackboard wall was directly behind her as a dark grayrectangular mess of only scarcely visible markings from passed lessons. She was sitting upright, with both of her hands crossed neatly over oneanother underneath her more than ample bosoms. Her tense body language andlow vocal pitch betrayed her attempts to appear calm and collected beforeher disruptive pupil, Gerald “G-Spotz” Styles, who sat on the opposite endof the desk. He was slouched lazily in the brown chair Blackwood hadpersonally brought from her home. Her shoulders were stiff, and the smilepainted on her face didn’t even come close to reaching her eyes, which werehurling every sharp object and foul curse word imaginable at the youngnegro for the presentation he’d given in class that day. “Disruptive”didn’t even count as an juvenile representation of what he’d done.The classroom was barren aside from the pair of them, the rows of desksin the room having been hastily abandoned within seconds of Blackwood’sdismissal of the class…five minutes early. She’d given Styles a sterncommand beforehand to remain behind for a serious discussion as thestudents filed out of the room at near breakneck speed. They’d seen Mrs.Blackwood cross plenty of times. Cross they could deal with. Hell, mostof the students aimed to make her cross before settling in their chairseach day, if only because the expression made her look that much sexier. Today however was something else entirely. They had never seen such a lookof concentrated hatred gathered on the beautiful blond teacher’s face asbefore.”Oh shit” murmured an unidentified student amongst the exitingmultitude. ” I think Gerald might’ve overdone it.””Yeah, he’s gonna get it this time” came another voice in response.”So what?” came the familiar voice of Stacy Brown. “He deserves to gethis ass chewed out, especially after giving something like that for hisreport!”They most definitely didn’t wish to stick around to see her wrathunleashed upon the boy. Even G-Spotz boys, D’Shawn, Khalil and Devon worea look of worry on their brows for their friend upon seeing the beet redcomplexion and narrowed eyes of the buxom teacher. The classroom hadn’ttested her anger upon her release of the class, or the look of sheercontempt she’d dawned in the wake of Styles completing his presentation. All the while, Gerald’s face remained defiant and (suffice it to say)looking rather pleased with his performance, which only assured hisclassmates that his punishment would be nothing short of brutal.Blackwood had spent those first five minutes, and the few following thefinal tolling of the school bell, just staring at the boy. No, glaring athim, unblinkingly from her desk with her stark ocean blue eyes. She’d saidnothing during the interim, refusing to utter a word. And it gave her asilent feeling of minor satisfaction when she saw the burly young manactually begin to shift uncomfortably in his seat from her unwavering gaze.Tha fuck is this bitch on, he thought. Maybe she serious this time. Thesilence would have been maddening for Styles if hadn’t been for the steadyclick, click, click sounds coming from the miniature Newton’s cradle modelwhich sat atop Blackwood’s broad desk. Two of five round black balls heldup to the structure on strings were swaying back and forth in wide arcs,colliding with the single remaining ball in the middle. The transfer ofkinetic energy then caused the two balls on the opposite side to then swingbackwards and then forwards to continue the process in an endlessreciprocity.”Just when I thought you weren’t capable of being any more offensive…”Blackwood continued, her face visibly hot with anger. “Just when I thoughtyou simply didn’t have it in you to bring any more disruption, chaos orpropagandist filth into this classroom, you present this…”The this Blackwood was referring to was the jumbled assimilation oftarnished pages that made up Gerald’s semester report. Nine some odd handwritten pieces of mishandled paper which had singlehandedly sent BiancaBlackwood’s sixth period Literature class into frenzy. A small riotflavored with offense, shock, awe, and s**ttered points of uncontrollablelaughter. So much in fact, that Blackwood had decided to simply allow theclassroom to leave early for the day, as she knew there was no hope in hellor heaven that she’d be able to calm them down. Blackwood slapped thepages onto her desk with an audible clap, her hand slamming atop the masswith a dull thwack sound.Upon assessing Blackwood’s anger – which could no longer remain hiddenbehind a calm veneer – Styles smirked arrogantly.”Wha’can I say? I stay shockin folks…””This is just another joke to you, isn’t it? Just another punch line inthe little stand up act of Gerald Styles. Do you realize this -” Blackwoodtapped on the papers for emphases, “is more enough to get you expelled fromthis school.””How you figure?” said Styles in the tone of a dare.”How do I figure!?” the beautiful blond said in near disbelief. Is heserious, she thought. “It slanders our school, mocks its educators, marsthe good name of our county, makes a joke out of our collective moral viewsand intelligence, and succeeds at offending not just our entire Caucasianfemale population of Coxville, but basically advertises white women ingeneral as though they’re prostitutes.”Gerald would slightly nod his head with each point, nod as though hewere marking off a checklist in his mind.”And that’s just your preface and opening!””Hey, it is wha’it is…” Styles replied plainly.”And your so-called commentary from local students and faculty arenothing short of lies. There’s no way any of our female students,teachers, or ANYONE of even fair intelligence and logic would say thethings you’ve quoted them as saying, I don’t care how misguided they sayyour generation is.”Despite how sick it made Blackwood to read aloud, she quoted some of the- simply outrageous – comments that Styles had supposedly gathered inresearch for his atrocious piece. There were many, a simply staggeringamount on the actual paper, and consisted of wild personal notes of,Oh yeah, black dick is the only kind of dick that matters as quoted byone Big Red – BBC QueenI have to admit, I was skeptical and a bit scared at first, but once Igot my first taste of nigger cock, I was hooked from that day forward. Stated one Kitty-Kat.Many of the female commentators chose only scantly concealingpseudonyms.A pair of girl’s naming themselves simply P&M gave correspondingstatements.Nigger cock is soooo bomb, stated P. Its big, its strong, its long, andit can just go and go for hours. Me and M got our first brutha together,and oh my god was it good!Yeah, I couldn’t even bring myself to look at limp little white dicksanymore after that, added M. It was a total eye opener for us.Among other things, P added, and somehow Blackwood could imagine boththe mysterious girls giggling in unison at their own joke.I’ve been telling all my girlfriends since then to drop the losersthey’re with and grab some real cock, some black cock, immediatelycommented one girl merely calling herself S. None of us have any regrets.And, I’d recommend every white woman be with a black stud. As a whitewoman, your sex life, social standing and mental well-being will be worldsbetter.”There’s no way any woman in Coxville would say such things” saidBlackwood when she couldn’t conceivably force herself to continue. “Theseare obviously lies you’ve written down with fake names to further yourpreposterous theories”. She knew what she said wasn’t entirely true, butshe wouldn’t dare let Gerald think she thought otherwise.”Hey, word is bond, that’s what those bitches said. You can ask em’yoself.””Language, and I most certainly would…if they’d been bold enough togive their real names. I also find the aliases these young ladies have allused to be very convenient in adding to your paper.””Yo, dem chicks want tha black dick. Figured dey parents’d and teacherswould get all pissed if word came back dey was tellin folks whats reallyup. So dey chose anonymity to protect deyselves. Didn’t stop em’ fromtellin er’body how good the truth is dou.”Blackwood looked down the list again, she had to otherwise she’d havelikely thrown the nearby blackboard eraser at the youth for his crassmocking and hideous pronunciation of words. Those had been only a fewselections from the feedback. The list just went on and on with thesestatements. All of them carrying many of the same words of approval andwith a tone and zeal of near fanaticism. Big black cock, huge, enormous,unreal, powerful, gigantic, nigger dick, humongous, pounded, perfect.The words made Bianca stir in her own seat. These so-called quotes hadto have been made up, she thought. Gerald obviously created the commentsto further his own outrageous beliefs. Though…Bianca had to interject toherself, some of the comments did seem rather…familiar she thought. Thespeech and manner of the comments caused faces to appear in Bianca’s mindwith familiarity. Students and perhaps one or two teachers at the schoolcame to mind. Furthermore Blackwood did recall seeing a notable degreeof…glee on the faces of Kitty Summers and her two cohorts Miko and Pattywhile Gerald read off the comments.And to a much more secretive degree, she had the account of her ownencounter with this big black cock that the comments spoke of. Oh please,Bianca tried to rebuke herself. Sure, that West boy was ratherlarge…but. She trailed off her line of thought for a moment, recalled howfirmly Samson West’s rather large member was crammed into her mouth. Howit pulsed heavily and grew hot on her tongue and in the tightly compressedcorners of her mouth and throat. And how – upon grabbing a firm handful ofone of her ass cheeks – he’d become incredibly stiff, and gagged her withthe influx of inches down her throat.Big, black, huge, enormous, unreal, powerful, nigger dick. The wordsdanced mockingly before her eyes on the paper, and subtlety she feltportions of her body actually begin to respond to the scandalous dribble.Ridiculous, she forced herself to conclude. Admittedly that West boywas huge…but he doesn’t account for the entire population. BiancaBlackwood wasn’t a fool. She knew better than to believe such nonsensebased on one coinciding encounter. She knew such that sort of thinking washow those idiotic urban legends came into being. One account gets turnedinto a dozen, and replicates until it takes on the vague outline of proof.And he certainly doesn’t validate the rest of this racist garbage.”You cain’t get mad at me for tellin it like it is Mrs. Blackwood.”Gerald protested. “I did ma research, used the material we’d been given,and I followed tha guidelines you gave us to the letter. Jus becuz Icompounded mo’ to the overall piece don’t make it slanderous.”Bianca glanced over the papers again, forcing herself to sift passed thecollected female commentary. She would hear none of it, wouldn’t allowherself to give the boy a half a centimeter of credence on the matter.”You can’t possibly look at what you’ve given me and call it good work”,Blackwood replied. “”No…” Gerald said bluntly. And just as Bianca had given a sighshowing a hint of hope that they’d reach an understanding, he continuedwith, “witout sounding like I’m dick stroking ma’self, I think its greatwork.”Bianca’s jaw literally dropped in disbelief.”I followed all yo rules and guideless” he repeated, “went above anbeyond backin up ma points wit fieldwork, and managed include all thamaterial we’ve gone over dis year. I been putting work in on dat mu’phuckafor weeks.””Watch your language Gerald” Bianca said dismissively.”I bet Daphne is already wrote down in yo grade book havin a “A” for herlittle funky ass report she did on that nigga Mark Twain” Gerald continued,ignoring Blackwood’s warning.By now Gerald had sat upright in the chair, and was looking Blackwoodstraight in the eyes.”Ms. Rosenwood’s report didn’t make it a mission to insult every whiteperson in the country.””Nah, just black folks, which is obviously cool wit you.””What?” Bianca blurted in a tone of almost disbelief. “Are you…”Bianca began, taken aback by the insinuation. “Are you implying my reasonsfor failing this mockery of a report is racially motivated?””It ain’t dou?” replied Gerald in a sarcastic pitch of feigned surprise.”A little upper middle class white girl does a report on a old racist whiteman, praises his racist works and gives him accolades fo basically justwriting the word `Nigger’ over an over again enough times to make a book,A+.”Bianca looked at him cautiously. Despite her anger and frustration atthe boy, she wanted to hear where he was going with this.”But when a nigga hits the grindstone and writes about natural truthswithin American society, talks about tha real shit that no’body wanna lookat head on, he gets a F and has to stay after class to get bitched at anshit!”With that Gerald actually rose to his feet in protest, and slammed bothhis hands down hard on Blackwood’s desk.I’m bitching at him, Bianca silently fumed. If she had an inner view ofher mind, it likely would have been a furnace.”Th-that’s not even remotely true” she replied, still seated in herchair.To her surprise, that was all she was able to say in response to Styles.She’d have sworn she’d had more, but when the time came to retort, her mindsimply went blank. For some reason, her heart began to beat faster in herchest. That adrenaline surge from conflict had spiked in her. More andmore the words from the paper attracted her attention. Attracted herattention…almost as much as the huge bulge she noticed was bundled in thefront of Gerald’s pants. She didn’t have a decent view of it before whenhe was sitting down, but now that he was standing up and right in of frontof her, she had a full frontal image of it.From where she was sitting, the lengthy and unusually thick piece ofhidden meat actually coiled slightly inside his jeans, strained by theconfinements of his underwear. The outline looked like some freakishlythick king sized bratwurst sausage that had been cooked to near the pointof bursting.Oh my god, she thought. escort pendik Her previous look of caged anger melted almostinstantly in an O of shock at the mere suggestion of the thing. She had toactually shake her head slightly to bring herself back into sorts.”Your many slights and offenses to my classroom aside” she said,regaining her momentum, “and you dare accuse me of being racist?!””Wouldn’t be nottin new. You’re just another member of this oppressiveass systemYou arrogant little bastard, she thought. Bianca could feel her teethclenching together hard enough that it actually hurt.”You ain’t got yours yet, so you’re still trippin. Tryin to keep niggasdown.”Bianca didn’t quite know what the young negro meant by “gotten yours”,but the look in his eyes hinted towards something that caught her offguard. She forced herself to take several calming breaths, and then madeherself lean back in her seat. No, this is what he wants, Bianca thought.He wants to work your nerves and get you angry. Don’t play his game. Shestraightened herself up, forcing herself not to look down at Gerald’shumungous member and again folded her hands over one another on the top ofthe desk.”Mr. Styles…” she began. Her sudden change in mood and body languagecaused Gerald to shift in surprise. “Your paper – offensive and fictionalas it may have been – was…compelling, I’ll give you that.”The click, click, click of the Newton cradle filled the space ofsilence.”I understand you’ve put a lot time and energy into creating it, and Itruly do appreciate your efforts to have something to present to theclass.”Now Gerald’s face had been slapped with its own O of shock.”I just find it tragically unfortunate…”Styles arched an eyebrow at this.”Tragically unfortunate that all that drive, all that passion, goessquandered on simply getting a rise out of me and your classmates. It justbothers me that you’d misuse your abilities in this way.”Gerald actually took a step back from Blackwood’s desk, as if he weretrying to confirm that he were trying to discern whether or not he wastalking to the real Bianca Blackwood, and not some lookalike imposter.”Despite the company you keep, you have proven yourself time and timeagain to be a very well read and highly intelligent young man. Not justthat, you’ve proven yourself to hold some notable ability to gain theattention of the class. That’s the trademark of a natural born leader. And regardless of our past disagreements and…”She recalled the numerous times Gerald and his clowns hooted andhollered at her whenever she turned her back to class. The names they’dcalled her, starting from the very first day of the school year.”Got Dam!!” said Devon.”Dat ass fat as a mu’phucka!” chided Khalil.”Shit nigga, dats a fatty right der son!” chuckled D’shawn.And the finishing blow, the remark that had made Bianca Blackwoodthoroughly self-conscious about her ass and fearful of turning her back toany sort of crowd, came from G-Spotz’s christening her,”Mrs.Blackwood huh? Big Booty Blackwood mo like it. 3B up in thismu’phucka””Regardless of our past…moments of unpleasantness, I’m honored to havehad you in my class this past year.”If Bianca could have taken a picture, she would have in order tocommemorate the look of near shock that had bloomed over Gerald’s strongblack features. He probably would have even blushed if he could.”I just think it’s a shame that your need for attention has trumped yourdesire to perform better in my class.”Bianca’s tone had waned into a soft, soothing and shockingly sympathetictambour. It was the same tone of voice she’d use on her own c***dren whenlulling them to sleep or reasoning with them to brush their teeth and go tobed.”I see all that potential, all that raw intellect and drive to beacknowledged by others, and it truly…disappoints me to see it beingsquandered on such juvenile pursuits…”By now Gerald’s expression looked as though he’d seriously been slapped.”I see big things in your future Mr. Styles” as she ended her spiel. “I simply don’t want all that potential to be spoiled on trying to impressyour peers, or simply giving me a hard time.”Bianca’s eyes widened to show their mesmerizing blue tint. “As yourteacher I certainly don’t want that, but it’s up to you to make that hope areality…not for your friends, and certainly not for me, but for your ownsake.”Bianca’s once stiff mouth melted into a warm and inviting smile. If shecouldn’t best the boy in outright combat, she would win him over with ashow of empathy and a desire for peace. She’d tried such tact perhaps onceor twice before to lesser success, but in her eyes a third attemptcertainly couldn’t hurt at this point.For several moments Bianca Blackwood and Gerald Styles just stared atone another. His deep brown eyes fixed upon her blue ones. Gerald’s eyeshad widened in a way that Blackwood had never seen before. His facialmuscles relaxed and fell into an unknowable look that she’d hoped had beengenuine contemplation and understanding of her words.”Mrs. B…” Gerald then said calmly and almost humbly.By goodness, I did it, she thought. I actually got through to him.”Yes Mr. Styles…” Bianca said, doing her best to hide her excitementat what would have been the single biggest breakthrough she’d ever madewith a student.”I…” he began. “I…””Yes…” she said again, her tone trying to help him along in sayingwhat she was certain would be “I’m so sorry Mrs. Blackwood.””I…just gotta know…what tha FUCK kinda `after school special’ shitwas THAT son!”Gerald’s strong features instantly drew back into his normalantagonizing smile, and were punctuated by his cruel mocking hail oflaughter.”3B tryin to bust a “Dangerous Minds” in this bitch, ha-ha-ha!” saidGerald, throwing his head back and actually pointing a mocking finger atthe busty blond as she sat wide eyed with offense and embarrassment in herseat. The embarrassment was simply too much for her. That was the laststraw.”Young man!” she then yelled, regaining the tempo of her argument andstanding up from her chair to face down the cackling boy. “You arecompletely out of order!””Ha-ha”, Gerald continued laughing hardily, “Naw nigga, YOU are outtapocket if you really thought THAT sugary sweet shit was gonna get me tostamp out ma own work!””Your work?!” Bianca rebuked. “What you’ve given me is not, I repeat,NOT work! Its nine pages of `mockumentary’ porn that you’ve slappedtogether at the last minute with the sole purpose of pissing me off! And -Gerald – I must say, it is working!”Bianca glared at him with unfettered hatred now. She’d tried reasoningwith this unruly negro, and after spitting in her face like that, she’dmost definitely had enough.”Well GOOD” Gerald responded, “Den I should get an A for giving yo stiffass a glimpse of sex den. You OBVIOUSLY ain’t gettin fucked right if youso ass hurt about ma shit!”That was a low blow to Bianca. Such a low and disgusting thing to say,and to an elder and a teacher no less! Styles would of course have no wayof knowing, but his words actually stung Bianca with a bitter dose ofinadvertent truth. Bianca’s sex life – unbeknownst to him – had taken aserious plunge as of late. Her last few bouts with her husband Jeb hadleft her — to say the least on the matter — more than a bit hungry for abetter performance. All the same, the comment hurt, and Bianca finallylost her last shred of calm.”You…rude ignorant little shit!” she hollered at him, the lastfraction of her patience incinerating with anger.”Hey, don’t be mad at me cuz you cain’t get a nigga to smash that shitout right!””Fuck you!” She shot back in a blind verbal counter. “You’re a crude,arrogant, racist and repulsive little prick!” she said, not even reallythinking about her words more than simply trying to verbally fight back. Bianca was so angry she didn’t even care that she’d lowered herself tocussing. They were both in each other’s faces now, and Bianca was glaringat him with a pointed index finger close to his face.”Not only am I giving you an F on this project, but I’m going to see itpersonally that you be expelled from this school, immediately!”Her other arm was down at her side, the hand balled into a tight whitefist. Her blood was pumping furiously now, and her face was flushed withrage.”Try spreading more lies and garbage about your huge…” she suddenlystopped.”Huge what” Gerald said, catching her off guard and predicting what shewas about to say. “Go on, say it bitch” he egged on, daring her to finishas one of his hands undid the zipper of his pants. She heard to sound ofthe front of his pants coming undone, and – despite every logical bone andsense in her telling her not to – she looked down at the sound’s source.The anger on Bianca’s Blackwood’s face fell away in the split second ittook for her to identify what Gerald had done, what had flopped out of thefront of Gerald’s pants and was now being held in one of his hands. Now,Gerald Style’s hands were big by most boy’s comparison. This fact onlydrove home the incredible truth that in his hand, Gerald’s deep brown cockwas almost fatter than his grip. His brown veiny member rested in a longand incredibly thick tubular mass of – by Bianca’s downward view – an easyten inches.”Oh my!” Blackwood then belted as her gaze settled and then marveled atthe bare sight of it.”Yeah…” chuckled Gerald, his voice carrying nothing short of a tambourof triumph. That look like a lie to you, bitch?”My god, Bianca then thought to herself in a mental gasp. That’s thehugest cock I’ve ever seen.”Yeah, told yo ass I wudn’t lyin.” Gerald then said, and Bianca wastaken aback upon realizing she’d actually voiced her thoughts out loud. “You ain’t got yours yet huh, Mrs.Blackwood?”Bianca didn’t respond, she simply kept staring at the incredible displayof manhood that Gerald was holding in his hand like a cudgel. A long and(to Bianca’s silent terror) limp cudgel. Jesus, if it’s that huge whenit’s limp, what does it look like when it’s hard, she wondered.”You want it huh?” said Gerald, his familiar cocky smirk creeping acrosshis lips. “Well, hit yo knees and get it then, white ho.”Big, huge, enormous, unreal, powerful, nigger dick, the words on hisreport coming back to her mind again in rapid replay. Bianca Blackwoodagain recalled Samson West’s giant dark dick probing deep into her mouth,and how good his hand felt as it gripped her big round ass cheeks. Herheartbeat kept its rapid momentum, and she felt that same tingle surge inher body. Only this time she could discern that the tingle was situatedbetween her legs. And lo and behold, Bianca Blackwood hadn’t even noticedhow wet she was – how wet she’d been during the argument – until she feltherself descending onto both knees before the young black stud in her blackskirt, and staring head on at Gerald “G-Spotz” Style’s big black monstercock….Bianca Blackwood didn’t have much in way comparisons for black cocks. She had only seen her first via DVD, a feature which – admittedly – hadlooked astonishing to her as the well-muscled black man in possession of asimply monstrous member pumped furiously into her good friend Jenny. Butalas Bianca herself hadn’t touched it with her own hands or saw it up closein person. Her single physical encounter with the young athlete SamsonWest had left her jaw aching from overexertion for the entire day afterthat night’s book club meeting. Samson West’s cock was huge, in the waythe gorgeous blond would have sworn was one in a million. Adding theanonymous dark stud from Jenny’s DVD and you’d have two and a million. Gerald Style’s cock however — in the best way Blackwood could discern ordescribe – wasn’t just huge, it was huge and fat! Three in a million? Insuch a small community the thought made for serious discrepancy in hermind.Gerlad’s pants and underwear dropped, the sound of his golden G beltbuckle hitting the tile floor with a sharp clack as his jeans pooled at hisfeet. Up close it almost scared the curvy bodied blond how massive it was.A slew of powerful thick and thin veins trailed in various avenues down aten inch stretch of deep brown meat that was (by her estimation) as thickas a coca cola can. It dangled strongly before her blue eyes, hung heavyand paired with two gigantic testicles that looked like big browng****fruits. God, no wonder he’s so arrogant, Bianca thought. Thereproductive organs of a giant on the stocky frame of boy almost fourinches shorter than her.Bianca wanted to fight this. She knew this was totally wrong, and thehesitation on her face gave Gerald reason to speak.”Come on Mrs. B” teased Gerald. “You was talkin all dat shit about bignigga dick just bein a myth. Now you got one right in fronta you and yougonna turn chickenshit?”Bianca couldn’t believe she was in this position. On her knees in frontof one of her students like some common bimbo. Her sensible half told heras such, told her how simply absurd this whole thing was. She was marriedwith two c***dren for crying out loud! But, for some reason her bodyrefused to move. Inside she stayed planted in the spot before Gerald,marveling at the sight. Her eyes simply would not pull themselves awayfrom Gerald’s big fat cock. Her knees reacted somewhat when she made anattempt to pull herself back to her feet, but this act was immediately putdown by Styles’ placing one of his large hands firmly on her rightshoulder.”Na-uh” he said while holding her in place, “You called ma shit lies. Now dat you know it’s tha real deal, you gotta put yo mouth where ma meatis.”Bianca stared up at him, her blue eyes wide behind her glasses with neardisbelief. Is this really happening, she thought. Am I really beingberated and ordered to go down on one of my own students?”Wha’sa matter 3B, don’t know what ta do wit a real man’s dick?”Gerald’s cocky smile reappeared. That arrogant self-aggrandizing grin thatalways made Bianca boil.The reaction it had on Mrs. Blackwood this time however, was a curiousone. Mrs. Blackwood’s eyes furrowed, but instead of opening her mouth tochastise or rebuke the insulting young negro, she separated her lipswide…to allow the huge fat stretch of meat access into her waiting mouth.Despite all sense shouting otherwise, Bianca couldn’t deny how wet the ideaof having something so long and fat in her mouth left her. Could I evenhandle something so huge, she asked herself. It had been weeks since she’dfound herself at all enthralled at the thought of sex, and an incalculablylonger stint of time since she could recall having an orgasm. Jeb hadn’tproven himself capable, and quite frankly she was still very much turned onby the memories of her and her band of sisters taking turns slobbering upthat big nigger cock of Samson’s. If she were going to feel guilty later,apologetic to her handsome husband, and sorry to her two beautifulc***dren…then she may as well enjoy herself now.Gerald accepted her oral invitation, and with one hand guided his bigbrown flesh missile passed the buxom blonde’s full pink lips. Enormous,powerful, nigger dick. Memory of the paper’s commentary replaying again inher mind, written previews and rave reviews of what she could hope toexpect.Sweet jesus! Thought Bianca in a start as Gerald’s fat cock head probedand expanded her mouth wide. If a baby were on steroids I’d say it were aninfant’s arm reaching into my mouth.Gerald pressed more of himself into her mouth, but his fat knob of acockhead having a little trouble gaining entry into her tight gob.”Dat’s a tight ass mouf on you Mrs. B” he groaned. “You gotta openthat jaw wide if you’re trying feastin on dis mu’phucka.”Bianca complied and spread her mouth wider, wide as it could go. Apushing of hips got Gerald’s head firmly into Bianca sweet mouth, and insteady juts he began to pump himself lightly in and out of the area he’dnow traversed, starting off slow but picking up gradual speed. Blackwood’smouth was tight, wet and remarkably warm on his sensitive circumcised dickhead. Despite the fact his unnatural girth caused her teeth to grazelightly along the top and bottom of his manhood, he kept his pace andallowed Bianca’s open maw to swallow as much of him as it could. Biancameanwhile was wishing she’d been gifted with the jaws of a snake, as Geraldhefty hammer muscled its way deeper and deeper into her mouth, and not longafter that nearer to the back of her throat.Goodness, so fat, she thought. If she were going to last long enoughwithout breaking her jaw, she knew she would have to work in morelubricant. The act itself wasn’t too hard. Bianca’s mouth had startedsalivating the moment Gerald’s dick neared her opening. She used thatcollected wetness to lather Gerald’s monster cock as it probed in and outof her, letting the salvia and foamy spit sit on her full lips, basting theyoung man’s growing meat. It only took a few passes to get the first fouror five hefty inches slick. Bianca immediately noticed an easing of thefeat after she did this, as well as (to her silent joy) an increase ingroans emitted from the burly young stud as he dipped in and out of her. His masculine coos made her even more eager to please, so Bianca thenstarted to work her own motion into the blowjob.The beautiful blonde then began to bob her head, forwards and backwardsin tight juts. All the while Bianca recalled the training Jenny had givenher, and laughed a little bit on the inside at how much it had was actuallyproving to be effective. The first time Bianca had had a big black cock inher mouth, she’d choked and gagged near to death on the influx of inches.With Gerald’s great big bruiser of a dick, she most definitely did not wishto repeat that mistake.”Yeah, dats it Mrs. B, get at that mu’phucka. Hit it hard”And by his command, Bianca began to suck harder. Her quick juts weresoon replaced with longer pumps from her head and neck. A maximum of fourfat inches turned into five, then five to six. A minute or two laterBianca was slurping at seven inches of big black cock. Wet schlop slurpnoises rose in the room as she brazenly added more spit to her motions. This thing just keeps getting bigger and bigger in my mouth, but it isgetting much easier now, she thought as Gerald’s cock hardened against theinside of her cheeks. To Bianca that was a good thing, because there werea fair share of inches left for her to take in, and Gerald’s big cock wasalready grazing the back of her throat! Jeb at his hardest and longest wassix inches, but it looked like Gerald had that and then plenty more leftfor her.She could taste Gerald’s pre cum forming in tiny droplets on the tip ofhis dick. To her they tasted simply divine, and the feeling of her tonguelicking the traces of it out of his urethra made Gerald’s toes curl insidehis trainers. She found herself pondering if his load would taste just asgood when the time came for him to finish. The big blond had simplyamazing blowjob skills. Her head motions made her blond hair waftelegantly around her jaw and shoulders. He watched as lines of spit beganto slip from the edges of her mouth and down the front of her blouse,occasional drops coming to rest on her bountiful white cleavage.”Yeah, yeah, ohhh fuck yeah” bellowed Gerald with pleasure.Bianca started giving out her own noises of approval, as the mass andwarmth of Gerald’s cock made her approach an orgasm. Goodness, am I reallyabout to come from giving oral, she wondered. She had heard of such thingshappening before, but she’d always classified it as mere exaggerations. Her wet pussy lips however were giving rise to it being true however. Shecould feel herself dripping, just like she had with Samson. The feelingurged her to slide two fingers in-between her black skirt and slip passedher pants, venturing onward to her tight wet clit. She was so horny now.What on earth has gotten into me, she thought, amazed at her behavioralmost as much as her inability to control it, and still almost as much ather fascination towards Gerald’s cock.Bianca continued sucking, and looked up at Gerald to see he was staringdown at her with a confident satisfaction framing his face. He didn’t evenlook close to climaxing. This in turn impelled Bianca to suck on his meateven harder. The schlops and slurps became louder, and the pressure fromBianca’s mouth on Gerald’s dick sent him into a near trance.”Oh my gawd, Mrs. B” Gerald sighed, tilting his head back as Biancatried slipping his monster cock further down her throat. “You got meanhead games…”The compliment would have put a smile on Blackwood’s face if it weren’tso full of ebony dick. Aside from her ass it was probably the only thingthe disruptive youth had ever complimented her on. She pulled Gerald’slong fat dong out of her mouth and held it firmly with her remaining freehand. She clutched it hard and appraised it from a side angle. It’samazing, she thought. It was getting properly wet, but lord was it achallenge for her. Bianca noticed not even her longest fingers were ableto connect over the sheer girth of Gerald’s cock.”You like that Mr. Styles?” she said in a sultry purr, liking the ideaof causing her pupil such pleasure. “You like my tight lips wrapped aroundyour fat nigger cock?” It was like she’d become a different person! Biancapersonally didn’t like such vulgar terms. Living in the deep south lordknew she’d heard it plenty of times from both blacks and whites in nearequal measure, and she’d always found it to be a rather repugnant word. Granted she never outwardly spoke against either side using it, but thatwas only because Bianca wasn’t one to make unnecessary conflict when shecould avoid it. That, Bianca figured, was a business more suited for herfriends Ivana Swallows and Anya White, who seemed to have no problemswhatsoever fighting openly with others, and more often than a littlefinding formidable opponents in each other.”Oh hell yeah. Dis is what the fuck I’m talkin bout.”She took a few more deep dips onto his massive meat, her breastsjiggling and shaking from quickening and more fervent movements. Soon thepleasure became a bit much for Gerald to remain standing, his kneesactually beginning to buckle slightly from the sexy blonde’s servicing. Gerald never would have admitted it aloud, but Bianca Blackwood had beenthe star of many a fantasy he’d had since entering Coxville high. Herperfectly toned yet softly inviting body, her big round milk white breasts,and (most of all) her big bouncy bubble butt had been the focal point ofmany an orgasm he’d had in private since his freshman year. He took a seatin the chair he’d been sitting in at the beginning of his punishment, andremoved his other articles of clothing, leaving on only his socks andshoes. Bare chested Bianca noticed that Gerald had a lot more muscle thanwas suggested when he had his clothes on. He had a bit of a paunch, butonly barely. The upper parts of his stomach and oblique’s had firm abs andridges of muscle, his shoulders broad and more sculpted than even a numberof the boys on the football team. She followed him doggedly, horny fromthis new knowledge and totally engaged in the fun now. She was determinedto get that big black monster cock back into her mouth.He sat back in the chair, letting himself slouch and his erect cock tostand tall like a black vein-riddled tower.”Come suck on my Empire steak Mrs. Blackwood”, he said.Fully erect Bianca realized that she’d been wrong about her earlierestimation. Gerald wasn’t ten inches. No…fully aroused he was closer toa full twelve! She sank to all fours when she got within sucking range.”Goodness gracious Gerald…your cock is just so enormous” she saidadmiringly, running a hand slowly up the long wet shaft, which she stillcouldn’t fit her entire hand around it. “This thing is gonna give melockjaw if you’re not careful” said Bianca, leaning forward and slippingGerald’s dickhead back inside her mouth, hands free and with both of herpalms planted firmly on Gerald’s feet. She had to pull her head down someinches with the thing in her mouth just to keep her neck fromoverstretching. His erection made her pulling it down a taught position.She wanted to be careful. If it suddenly flew out of her mouth she thoughtshe might’ve lose some teeth in the process, not to mention wind the youngboy with a solid blow to the stomach from his own cock. His ebony towerwas like a tubular brick with skin.My word, it’s so heavy too, she thought. Without the use of her handsher mouth felt the full weight of Style’s chubby cock. It felt like morethan a pound while crammed in her mouth.”Careful?” Gerald shot back, “Fuck dat noise, fortune favors tha boldMrs. B. Now go hard on dat shit.”Immediately Bianca complied. Mmhhmmhhmmhh!! followed from her mouthwith each pass. Bianca couldn’t swallow as much in this new dog-likeposture, but what she had was drooled and sucked on furiously. It was likethe once straight-laced teacher was suddenly possessed. She was reallygetting into it now, sucking and slurping so load and fast that it echoedthroughout the expanse of the classroom. Mmmhmmhmm gack, mmhmmhmmh gurk,the sounds of Bianca feasting on Gerald’s massive manhood, and making aright mess of it in the process. Her cheeks hollowed from her labors oftackling the head. This definitely wasn’t what I had in mind for afterschool detention she thought as Gerald’s cock poked at one side of hercheek. Bianca then took a hand and let it slip to Gerald’s underside inorder to cup his huge balls. Long trails of spit followed her mouth as shepulled her lips off his dickhead hard with a pop. She’d seen Jenny do thatto Samson and thought it was an incredibly sexy move.When his fat rod became too much for her relatively tiny mouth andthroat to handle, she ducked her head just a bit lower to lap hungrily athis nuts. The feeling drove Gerald near insane with pleasure as she lickedand sucked, tugged and kneaded. She’d shift her hand from his underside,back up to the base of his heavy monster cock, and would lift it up so asto have clear access to the black buck’s bountiful nut sack.God, his balls taste just as good as his cock, Blackwood thought withglee. A god view showed Bianca’s body pronounced on all fours as shesucked and pulled on both of Gerald’s cum filled balls. Gerald had a clearimage of the amazing cleavage that hung forth inside Mrs. Blackwood’swhite blouse. Two big milk white jugs that he simply couldn’t wait tofuck. It looked as though Bianca had a similar idea, judging from theseductive gaze held in her eyes as finished pulling on Gerald righttesticle, a slick smock marking her release of it.His glee and anticipation for her bountiful mounds however was trumpedupon his looking up to the area just below Bianca’s hips. There he saw thegreat big round double mass that made up Bianca Blackwood’s legendary ass.He’d fanaticized about that more than anything, and the mere thought offinally having a go at it made his cock swell and seep even more pre cum.As Bianca wrapped her lips around the other of Gerald’s giant balls, hesmiled to himself. Nigga, you hit the jackpot dis time. He surveyed thenear hypnotized gleam in Blackwood’s blue eyes, and knew that for today’sdetention period, he would be the teacher, and she the student.”Ohhh, got damn you bad Mrs. Blackwood” he uttered as his fat cockdisappeared back into Bianca’s mouth.Bianca was turned on by Gerald’s reaction. Never had she had him thiscompliant and responsive to her. Reluctantly she let Gerald’s monster cockfall from her mouth to respond.”Bad? Me? She said coyly. “Coming from you that makes me on par withan angel…” she smirked seductively as she took her tongue and startingfrom the bottom of Gerald’s balls to trace a wet line with her tongue allthe way to the tip of his monster cock. Upon reaching the top with hertongue, she gently licked at his urethra, enjoying the drops of cum thatseeped from it.Bitch has turned to straight Ms. Hyde for nigga dick “No doubt” repliedGerald. “Let me see dem big ass titties dou. My meat wants to getacquian’ed wit em.””Oh really?” said Bianca.And with that Bianca slowly undid the buttons on her blouse. She wascurious herself at how Gerald’s fat black man-pipe would look wedgedbetween her large breasts. She unveiled them after a quick motion tounlatch her bra. While Bianca Blackwood’s ass was her prize trait, herimmense round 34GG breasts were certainly treasures of their own. Peakedwith two delicate pink nipples that had budded during their fun, Bianca’sastounding chest flopped slightly from the fabric of her clothing.”Got damn! Dey look even betta dan I imagined dey would!” he said.Immediately Bianca’s big round twins found themselves being placed onboth sides of Gerald’s now rock hard cock. Bianca’s natural perkinessoften astounded people. Two c***dren and not the slightest signs of wearwere seen on her immense rack.”Holy shit, looks just as good as it feels” he said, reaching forwardand tweaking a nipple as Bianca aligned his big black monster to the properplace. Bianca hadn’t given a titty-fucking since college, and she’dforgotten how fun it was. A cock as large as Gerald’s was a bit dauntingfor the voluptuous instructor at first. Gerald’s almost overwhelming girthin several instances made her think the feat might actually not work, hiscock too thick for the open space on her chest. With a bit of spit andsome extra muscle used on her arms to clamp that monster down however, shewas soon able to work herself into a rhythm. Gerald’s mind soared at thefeeling. Mrs. Blackwood’s breasts were the softest things he’d ever felt.They bounced up and down on his dick, each downward stroke met with aslight plap of her breasts against his thighs.”Got damn, dats good Mrs. B.””You like that?””Fuck yeah.””God, your dick is just so-” she was cut off by her sucking of Gerald’scockhead, which regardless of her breast’s grip still came up to near hernose. She sucked hard on his head as her breasts jacked him off, all thewhile gazing up at the young man.Fuck, Mrs.B’s titty bangin skills put even Patty’s to shame, he thought.Bianca picked up her pace, a steady mmhmhm maintained as her fullluscious lips stayed latched onto Gerald’s dick head, refusing to let hissteady drips of pre-cum go untasted. She could easily see herself becomingaddicted to this. More and more she hated the idea that she hadn’t donethis before. If not with Gerald, then with some other black stud oncampus. Despite Jenny’s laying claim and dibs on Coach Black, Bianca hadalways secretly found him to be an impressively built and particularlyhandsome black man. Black himself had made it known from a few flirtatiouswords in the teacher’s lounge and several less than professional glances inthe hallway that he’d found her and her big round ass to be incrediblysexy. As Bianca continued pumping her tits up and down on Gerald’s giantcock, Gerald leaned forward, his excitement towards her big round bottomtrumping his patience.”All dis ass dou” said Gerald. Using both hands he grabbed two firmhandfuls of Bianca’s ass as it stayed compact yet perky inside her blackskirt. The round shapely forms jiggled inside the fabric as Gerald rubbedand playfully smacked at it. Bianca was always self-conscious about herposterior — Gerald and his cronies’ mocking exacerbating the fact — butshe simply loved the way Gerald’s powerful hands felt clamped down on herbutt. He massaged both ass cheeks while she used her massive tits andmouth to massage his cock. From a behind view one could see the two bigspheres clutched in Gerald’s hands, and Bianca’s blond hair bobbing up anddown with sloppy wet audible reactions.”I can’t wait no more, le’mme get in dat” Gerald then said, standing upwith his massive dick at the ready before the eager blondes’s mouth.He quickly helped Mrs. Blackwood to her feet, and immediately beganpulling at her skirt.”Wait…she then said abruptly””What!?” said Gerald impatiently, his desire now hitting a fever pitch.”We forgot to lock the door.””So what, schools over. Ain’t nobody here cept the janitors.”Ignoring him, Bianca quickly walked over to the door. Half naked shetilted her head out of the room. The corridor was empty, all the studentshaving filed outside and most of the teachers having either gone home or tothe teacher’s lounge. Without wasting another moment, she firmly closedand locked the door to the room. She wasn’t going to get caught in the wayJenny was. Cock drunk she may have been, but Bianca Blackwood wasn’tstupid. She then turned on her heels and smiled invitingly at the waitingGerald.”No interruptions during detention” she said. She could see Gerald’smonstrous meat perk up at the phrase.”Aight then”, Styles smirked.The two approached each other, and Gerald instantly went for his bustyteacher’s skirt. Not wasting a breath, he pulled at the hem of her pants.It surprised him how difficult it was to pull the tight fitting articledown from his teacher’s gorgeous body. The meat of her ass held firm tothe interior of her skirt, and he actually had to turn her around to get afirm hold of it. When Gerald was finally able to pull the piece down toabout half way, his jaw dropped.”Got damn Mrs. B!”The exposed portions of Bianca’s ass caked slightly over the tightfabric of her skirt, teasing the notion of how much ass Mrs. Blackwood hadon her. As he pulled the black skirt down, her ass bloomed outward,revealing smooth and immaculate white skin clad in simple pink cottonpanties. It was more than Gerald had even expected. Mrs. B’s ass wouldput even a lot of the sistas in town to shame. Bianca had to fight herinitial discomfort with revealing her ass to someone. It had taken hertime to warm up to showing it to Jeb, but now here she was exposing it toone of her own students.”Dis is a mu’phuckin work ah art”, Gerald said. And strangely, thecompliment soothed her.Bianca then found herself wanting to see how much Gerald appreciated herass. As if he could read her mind, the burly young negro buried his facein her bulbous bottom. He used his tongue to lick at her sweet gash, thejuices flowing freely from his touch.”Ohhh, that feels wonderful Gerald”.His only vocal response was a hail of slurps and sucking sounds as helapped at her wet pussy. She tasted so sweet on his tongue he’d have swornher vagina was made of honey. As he lapped up and down her snatch, hisnose would occasionally rise to hit her anus, which sent a curioussensation throughout Bianca’s body. After a few moments of this, Gerald’srock hard monster cock could be stilled no longer. In only two moves hehad Bianca on her back on top of her chair, her legs swinging up to be heldby one of Gerald’s strong hands. His other hand was holding his dark stickand guiding steadily into Mrs. Blackwood’s pussy. Bianca’s hot pink pussylips barricaded Gerald’s gigantic tool as best it could, his head beingpushed back from them as he moved forward.”It isn’t going to fit…” She said.”Sheeeit” replied Gerald, “I’mma make it fit.”And with that Gerald pushed his big black cock hard into the unpreparedblonde’s pink pussy.”OHH GOD!” bellowed Bianca. The first inches making up the head andsurprisingly gone in just fine after Gerald put a little more force behindhis entry. The remaining ten inches however stretched the poor woman wide,beyond anything she’d ever expected…outside of c***dbirth perhaps.”GOOD LORD!” she screamed, ITS MASSIVE!” she cooed in some pain, but notso much that she wanted to stop. The pain quickly melted into an intensivewave of pleasure as that giant black member rubbed against her nerves andbrushed itself against her soft wet insides.Gerald’s face clenched with concentration as he carefully guided anotherinch into his thick Valkyrie of a teacher.”Dis is one tight ass pussy…way tighter than I expected it to be…”The heat from Mrs. Blackwood’s pussy was intense. She was like a minifurnace of brilliant wet flesh that was, very slowly, but surely allowinghis monster cock to invade her. He held her legs up high, and tiltedhimself forward to get more of him settled inside her. Bianca’s back wasflat, mushed atop Gerald’s essay papers.”Oh god, oh god…” she’s chant with each new heavy inch. She wasgetting spread wide, and she still had about six inches left to go!”Halfway there…”Gerald said.”Your cock is something out of fiction!””King kong dick fo yo uptight ass…”Bianca took as much as she could, which ended at about ten inches or so.Gerald then began move his rod back and forth inside her. He started slowat first, since anything faster would have likely been too much for theunversed black cock whore. Bianca’s first orgasm came from Gerald’s steadyrocking motion.”Oh GOD, I-I’M-” but before she could finish her pussy had alreadycommenced convulsing and pulsing tightly onto her black lover’s man part.Gerald took this as his queue to speed up, not wanting to lose momentumnow that he knew what made his teacher cum.”Yeah, you bout to learn why they call me G-Spotz Mrs. Blackwood.Blackwood recalled the name, and the apparent origin of its use. G-Spotz, cause dats what I hit wit ma fat ass dick, nigga! And after thatfirst intense orgasm, the blond beauty didn’t much doubt the saying’struth….From there on out Gerald showed Mrs. Blackwood little mercy. He stoodup on the tips and balls of his feet, and proceeded to pound his once stiffnosed teacher hard. Blap, blap, blap was the report of Gerald Style’s bodycolliding with Bianca Blackwood’s. He’d pulled her closer to him, so thather big ass hung just off the edge of the desk. An underside view showedthat every time Gerald punched himself into her delectable pussy, her asscheeks would ripple in reaction to his impressive power.”Ugh, ugh, ugh !!” he grunted.”OH, AH, AGH, FUCK! Moaned Mrs. Blackwood, her face making a series ofexpressions that looked to be a mix of wonder, a peppering of fear, a dashof pain, and hefty amount of satisfaction.G-Spotz heavy balls clapped loudly against her unprotected anus, whichwas made visible next to her tightly stuffed snatch. It clinched everytime it swung into her, and served as a second source of ecstasy. Sweetgentle Jesus! Bianca thought. Jeb on his best day couldn’t fuck me thisgood. She pendik escort bayan hit another small orgasm from the added punch of Gerald’s balls,just as his monster cock slipped a hard ten inch span of itself into hersweet pink pussy. Gerald spread her legs far with both hand and triedgetting in as much as he could. But it seemed as though Blackwood’s pussysimply didn’t go that deep. It was a pity, Mrs. Blackwood was loving hispowerhouse cock so much. She was either positioning herself in a way thatmade it difficult for him to reach the deepest part of her, or Mrs. Blackwood was built tinier than her impressive shape and height advertised.In any case, Gerald had a way and a plan to find out for sure. He pulledhimself all the way out her, an act which clearly angered Bianca.”What are you doing!?” she asked, her eyes furrowed.”Come er’, sit on it. I wanna see you ride ma shit.”Without delay, Bianca sprung up from her spot on the desk. A flurry ofpapers went in multiple directions from how fast she rose. Gerald sathimself back down in the brown chair again, his arms dangling at his sides.Bianca took his queue and straddled herself just above the boy in nothingbut her black high heels. Even without her heels, Bianca was naturallytaller than Styles. She towered over him as she reached a hand behindherself to grab at Gerald’s dynamite mandingo stick.”You want me to ride this big b**st huh?” she asked seductively.”Hell yeah, bring dat big ol ass here.”Bianca clutched the hefty thing in her left. It had been a miracle he’dgot in her during missionary, and she thought it would take another miracleto get back into her in cowgirl. However, after the minor beating herpussy had taken before, Bianca found it easier than she’d thought it wouldbe to fit G-Spotz’ massive meat stick back into her, where it belongs shethought. Her sweet pink pussy lips spread as her mouth parted in delightmeshed with strain. Her blue eyes glazed with the sign of a woman awash inpleasure.”OHHHH…!” was all she could get out for the first few fat inches. “FUCK!” she belted as Gerald’s flesh hammer slid upward into her, slidupwards and into her deep. “So THICK” she whimpered, unsure of how exactlyshe could handle something so monstrous.”Nah, you got this. Work that shit baby” encouraged Gerald, who tookboth his hands and gripped Mrs. Blackwood slim toned waist.Gerald assisted her, and proceeded to pull her down onto his mammothmeat stick. He could feel Bianca’s oncoming climax even before she reactedto it.”Oh jesus, I’m cumming already!”Bianca squirmed with delight, her back arched, and all its shapelymuscles and curves flexed in applaud to Gerald’s immense length and girth.Gerald didn’t let her orgasm wane the pace of their fucking however. Heclasped his hands tighter around her waist, and made her go up and down onhis massive ebony cock. Bianca bounced in the burly negro’s lap.”OH, UGH, JESUS, FUCK ME! She groaned. Her back remained arched andshe placed both of her hands firmly on Gerald’s knees for balance. Geraldwould stare at the raw beauty of her curvaceous body before as it went upand down hard, her breasts heaving and flopping in alluring arches. Attimes Bianca’s moans dipped into low guttural sounds. Bitch sounds likeshe’s possessed by the dick, Gerald thought.”Ugh, shit, yeah, yeah!” Gerald chanted. Mrs. Blackwood was anunnatural at riding nigger dick.When she finally came down from her sixth some odd orgasm, she grew boldenough to try and work her own body into the groove of their fucking. Sheleaned forward, close enough that Gerald had no trouble wrapping his bigblack lips around one of tightly budded pink nipples. Bianca angled herlegs on the floor, placing all her weight on the balls of her feet, andclamped both her hands on the very top of the chair. In reflection, Biancawas so glad she’d decided to bring the thing from home. I’d never be ableto do this in one of those cramped desks, she thought.Mrs. Blackwood then began to do something spectacular. Using her hips,pelvis and weight together, Bianca then started bouncing her ass up anddown on Gerald’s rock hard black tower. Her bubble butt jiggled and shookhypnotically from a behind angle, wet secretions immediately seeping fromher hot pink pussy and drooling down Gerald’s shaft and balls. Plap, plap,plap were the swift sounds that came from Bianca’s ass as flesh clappedagainst flesh.”OH MA GAWD!” Gerald groaned, unable to keep quiet on how amazing histeacher’s ass control was. Damn, he thought, she can work her shit like asista too! “WORK DAT SHIT! WORK THOSE BIG ASS CHEEKS!”And working was exactly what Bianca did. She found it remarkably easyto pop and jiggle her ass, and slipped her hands down to Gerald’s chiseledchest to show off her control. She’d done it quite a few times to Jeb, andhad managed to finish him every time with only a few thrusts. Thistechnique didn’t work so easily with Gerald however. No, no matter howhard or fast Bianca popped and shook her big round bubble atop him, hismonster cock wouldn’t relent. If anything her hip thrusts and bootypopping only made the boy grow another inch or so in length and girth. Herlower back muscles flexed hard from working overtime of bouncing up anddown, tensing and then releasing will immaculate flaring of the senses aspayment.Goodness, what does it take to wear this monster down? , she thought.Gerald responded to her challenge by then pulling her down further onto hiscock. It went in her deep, and made her face clench as she felt the betterend of twelve inches hit her cervix and beyond.”FUCK!” she yelled, letting her body juices flow in another shockorgasm.G-Spotz upped his pace, moving his hands down from her hips and grippingher bulbous buttocks. So much ass, he thought. And it wasn’t even justbig, Mrs. Blackwood knew how to use it! If he was going to get his fillof 3B, he would have to pace himself. He force himself to stop and pulledBianca off his cock. By now the entire twelve inch span of his nigger dickwas slathered and slopped with Bianca’s wet secretions.”Come on ova here” he said in more of command than a request.forcefully he bent her over the desk. Her twin mountains were proppedup before him. Her pussy was gapped from the pounding he’d given her, butstill he had more in mind.”You gonna fuck me from behind Mr. Styles” Bianca said, turning back tolook at him with a catty smirk to match his own cocky grin.”Yeah, I’m bout to wear this big ol’ ass out.””About to? That big bastard’s been wearing me out since we’ve started.And I thought c***dbirth was difficult.”Gerald placed one of his dark hands on Bianca’ back, his thumb lining upwith the long inward curve of her lower back.”Well, I got some’mo fo ya.””An avid student…I love it.””Student ? Bitch I’m bout to teach you…”And with that Gerald shoved his black cudgel back into his eager bigbootied teacher. It went in with enough ease, but instead of stopping atten inches, Gerald gave her the full span of his nigger dick.”FFFUUCK!” screamed Mrs. Blackwood, her hands immediately clutching ather desk, and then a small set of s**ttered papers. He didn’t give her theoption of settling down or allowing her hands to find purchase on the desk.G-Spotz just got back to pounding her, an incredible force behind eachblow. Blam, blam, blap, blam were the sounds of Gerald’s hips hittingagainst Bianca’s big ass.He had a clear upward view of the act, and it only made him harder tosee the immaculate ripples cascade along her lily white skin.”3B in the mu’phuckin buildin!” he hooted.”AH, AH,OH, AH, GOD, OH, AGH, SO, GOOD!!” Mrs. Blackwood belted, herteeth gnashed with a mixed of pleasure and pain. Her eyes were wide andwanton as she looked behind her.Gerald fucked her hard, making sure each thrust went down to the hilt.”God, you’re fucking me DEEP!” she cried, a hint of a whine carried inher tone.”You like it dou huh, bitch?! You like learnin what dat nigga dick doto you white hoes!””Oh yes!” She finally confessed. “I love it! I fucking LOVE it! Fuckme with your NIGGER COCK!”Mrs. Blackwood was going wild. All the trappings and ticks of herprofessional character melted away with each deep plunge `G-Spotz’ tookinto her. The unruly youth was certainly living up to his moniker. Between her smaller lightning bolt orgasms and her big thunderous toecurling ones, she’d lost count of how many times she came for Gerald. Amixed serving of shock and pleasure ignited on her right ass cheek whenGerald ceremonially smacked it with his large open palm. The hit fleshturned red within seconds as a result.”UGH, SHIT!” she writhed with clenched teeth as Gerald grabbed onto herfirm shoulders for leverage. The pounding he gave Bianca actually matchedthe steady click, click, click tempo of the Isaac model still sitting atopthe desk, but slowly inching its way to edge from the force of the pair’spower fucking. Bianca’s pussy felt like liquid magic soaking on his rockhard wang. He’d gone about as deep as he could into her, coming up only alittle more than an inch short of his goal. It was more than enough forhim however, and what he couldn’t bury into her the smooth and slightlyglossy mass of Bianca’s bottom made up for in visual aesthetic appeal. Herhips working in concert with her ass as she threw herself back lookedsimply amazing. I can’t believe I’m pounding the biggest white ass intown, he thought.He needed to settle himself down, lest he cum before he get in his finaltriumph. Through her bouncing and shoving backwards onto him, Geraldlearned that Mrs. Blackwood’s ass wasn’t just soft and big. No, what washinted through her clothing was not actually just bulk, but the underlyingexistence of muscle, which resided just beneath the soft outer layers ofMrs. Blackwood’s great big bubble. Truly, Gerald had found himself in thejackpot.By Bianca’s next climax, Gerald pulled his black cock out of thewrithing blond. It fell out with a small splash of effeminate liquidswhich cascaded to the floor like a small waterfall.”Wouldn’t a guess you was a squirter Mrs. B”, Gerald observing the messshe’d made.”Oh, oh god…” Bianca panted. “Neither did I dear…Don’t you daretake that thing out of me, put it back! I want to feel you cum” shedemanded.”Hold on, chuckled Gerald. I got one mo thing I wanna to try.”Bianca flew up and spun on her heel. She hit her knees with nearblinding speed, and got back to sucking on Gerald’s monster cock. There,kneeled in a puddle of her own secretions, she bobbed and blurted andsputtered on the big nigger dick she’d now been driven insane over. Itdidn’t matter which hole, as long as big black cock was in her, Bianca wascontent. She even tried deep throating the thing during a couple passes,coming up short each time, but leaving a very pretty spray of fresh spitand saliva for her efforts. At some point during their ferocious fucksession Bianca’s glasses had flown off her face and onto the floor. Hereyes were watering freely now, and two small streams ran down from her wideblue eyes.”Get up and bend back over.” Gerald ordered.He pulled her back up, and bent her back over the desk. Bianca’s pussywas now officially beaten to the best of his Gerald’s ability.”Gimme more” she begged, wiggling her ass in front of him impatiently.”Now…” he began, “I’m about to see how good 3B’s ass really is…”Gerald aligned both her legs together and mounted himself just behindher. He cupped one round buttock. Propping her lower half up slightlywith hands, he could see the smooth, almost glossy complexion of Bianca’shealthy white skin. He then brought his big fat pussy killer up and let itrest atop of Bianca’s big round ass. Bianca was shocked again at theactual weight of it.”I see big things in yo future Mrs. Blackwood” the young negro teased,observing how his black master pole looked placed between Blackwood’s sweetcheeks.”That thing is heavy as a brick” she replied.Gerald sawed is humungous hammer between Bianca’s bouncy butt cheeks fora few moments. He then pulled at one cheek, making it part from its twinto expose the sweet starfish shaped butthole that resided just above herimmaculate snatch.”Wait…Gerald, what are you-” but it was too late. Gerald had alreadystarted shoving his massive cock into her unguarded anus.”UGH!” She cried. “Wait, wait, I’ve never done anal before, you’vegotta-“”I know what I gotta do” Gerald assured her, pulling at her ass cheekfurther and keeping her legs and hips firmly in place.There was more than a little resistance from the tight unchartedopening. But from Gerald’s mere efforts to get the head into her anus shecould feel the telltale signs of yet another orgasm approaching.”Oh no, I’m-I’m cumming agai-“But Gerald had already begun. He pushed the beginning inch of hisbulbous cock head into her tiny butthole by that point. His dick actuallybent and showed signs of resistance, Bianca’s stubborn little assholegiving up only so much entry per shove, while her pussy leaked and squirtedcum fluids freely. If the pounding Bianca Blackwood was taking wasn’tintense enough, the next part was bound to be the true hard part of hertutelage by Gerald `G-Spotz’ Styles….Mrs. Blackwood’s sweet anus didn’t stand a chance against Gerald’sblack monster cock. It stretch and spread in obeisance of Gerald’s massivemember. His big hand cupping her ass cheek didn’t allow her any greatermercy, nor allowed her squirm about as his black pipe invaded her.”UGGGGH JESUS!” Bianca screamed, flecks of drool coming from her mouthas the massive member dung into her. It would likely drive her insanebefore it got even half way in.”Dat’s right 3B, take this shit. Don’t fight it. The mo’ you fight theharder it is.”Bianca tried taking deep breaths in an out. Her ass was gettingannihilated just from the insertion!”Ok, ok…just, AGH, just slow…” she begged.Gerald continued with his task, beads of sweat forming on his templesand forehead from his efforts. Man o man, I knew Mrs. B was a tightass…but dis is ridiculous, thought the buff black youth. All his pushingand shoving had only gotten the head of his cock up Bianca’s big sweetbubble butt. Her cumming during the span of that time had acted as both anaid and a hindrance. In the waning parts of her orgasms, her ass muscleswould relax enough for him to go deeper into her. However before this,Gerald would have to brave the initial obstacle of her thunderousculminations. Blackwood’s ass would clench up so tight during orgasm thatfurther entry into her puckered asshole was all but impossible, and he ranthe risk of losing ground every time he tried forcing it in. It had to bea timed action on his part, as Bianca’s climaxes were coming back to backin no discernible pattern. As his big bootied teacher’s legs shook withexcitement, ecstasy and just a little bit of visible fear, Gerald held herass in place and guided his monster cock straight up her shaking asshole.The timing was right, and Bianca was just about ready to burst again fromthe intense mixture of pleasure and pain.”Ohhhh shit Gerald…” she whined. “Please tell me you got it allin…””About half Mrs. B…” Gerald replied.”Goodness, that’s only half?!””Yep…dis fine ass is gonna have to get a few cram sessions in beforeit can start excelling at takin nigga dick…”Gerald pressed on with clenched teeth into his yellow haired Valkyrie.He held her shapely hips, gripped her thin toned waist and pushed andshoved. Bianca groaned and moaned and clutched at idle papers s**ttered onthe desk. After what felt like an eternity of getting trained by the slowentrance of Gerald’s monster cock, Bianca eyes fluttered happily uponfeeling Gerald’s hips pressed against the back of her ass.”There!” Gerald said triumphantly.He pulled back, and gave Bianca pump, Bam. An intense wave ofsatisfaction crackled through Bianca’s body. Gerald pulled back, and gaveanother pump, bam. He’d done it! Gerald had really gotten that monster upher ass! A few more safe pumps, bam, blap, bam. After this Geraldcontinued with his brutal onslaught. Bam, blap, wham sounds reverberatedthroughout the room.”OH, GOD, OH, GOD! I can’t believe you got that thing up my ass!””Tight fit…but I got it in. Now, lemme fuck it proper.”YES! YES! FUCK ME! FUCK MY ASS GERALD!” Bianca screamed freely intothe air. Gerald pounded her ass with no remorse. Her moans and curseswere mixed with what almost sounded like sobs, though her encouraging wordsfor the negro to continued suggested the big blond was loving every secondof it.Gerald soon lifted her up and placed her onto the table, folding bothher legs to one side in a half fetal position that propped her large moonshaped ass up at an angle.Bianca’s angle granted her a view of her relentless black stud’s attack.His bare chest was sweating freely, and his arm muscles were pronouncedfrom him holding her big round cheeks with both of his hands. He lookedlike he was hard at work satisfying her, and she truly loved him and hishumungous nigger cock for it.”Oh, you’re pounding my ass so GOOD Gerald!” she complimented. Bap,bam, blap!Gerald looked Mrs. Blackwood dead in her eyes as he kept up his pace,her ass turned up in a way that made her back muscles stretch and flex withthe force each powerful blam. Looking at her piercing blue eyes and seeingthe raw fervor that burned in them made his oncoming orgasm that much moreintense. It was coming, and this time he couldn’t stop himself.”Oh, ah, Mrs. B, I’m bout to nut!” he exclaimed.”Yes Gerald, YES! Cum, cum inside my ass. Do it!” she encouraged witha clenched face of raw passion asas Gerald went balls deep into her.”Here it co-!” Gerald got that far into his sentence when his climaxfinally hit.It was several beyond intense waves of pleasure that hit him in onecontrolled burst. His balls quaked, and his cock stiffened to an almostinhuman steel when the pearly white cum sprayed from his engorged blackcockhead and shot deep into Mrs. Blackwood’s succulent ass.”UUUUGGHHHHH SHIT!” he growled.”AAAAAHHHH!” screamed Mrs. Blackwood, holding onto the edge of her deskfor dear life as the hardening of extra length of Gerald’s cock made hercum again intensely. Her arm muscles tensed from her own final orgasm.Internally Bianca’s butt was flooded with creamy white semen. It was agallon by her guess, but she had no way of really estimating, consideringshe was riding the arch of her own personal heaven. Soon her tight assholewas filled to the brim with sticky white cum, the liquids spilling out ofher gaped asshole and drooling onto the desk and floor after reaching maxcapacity. When Bianca was released from her spasms or pleasure, she hoppedfrom spot on the desk and hit her knees to suck at the rich bounty of whitethat was still seeping from Gerald’s master sized cock. Her mouth took tothe fat head, and selfishly gulped and suckled at what came out. Mmhmmhmhhas she bobbed her head furiously back and forth, gripping his balls tightlyto drain every drop from him. Soooo good, she thought drunkly The steadywaves of jiz wouldn’t relent, even though she was sucking and swallowing asfast as she could. Her cheeks puffed up, having been filled with Gerald’srich semen, and started to spill from the sides of her mouth. Jesus, I’veseen horses come up shorter, she thought.When her mouth and throat had had its fill, she released Gerald’s cockhead from her mouth, choosing instead to bask in the rich flavor of herb**st’s great serving of cum. Even after he had settled, dregs of thewhite substance trickled from the head of his now softening baton.”Got DAMN!” he breathed heavily, taking a hand and placing it on top ofthe desk so as to collect himself, his knees threatening to buckle. “Mrs.B…I gotta hand it to you. You hard as a teacher…but you go hard asfuck on some nigga dick.”And that be the spoken truth. Bianca surveyed herself. She was anoutright mess. Sweat, semen and bodily fluids covered her entire body. She was smothered in the stuff, but she felt…well…absolutely great. All the tension and anxiety that she’d been feeling for weeks now was justgone, purged from her body completely.”Gerald…” Bianca was able to say after swallowing the last serving ofGerald’s cum. “If you studied half as well as you fucked…you’d easily bemy top student…”Gerald looked down at her, his familiar grin dawned once again on hisstrong black features…but this time looking somehow…more endearing andboyishly charming to the spent blond bombshell.”So…did I fuck ma’self inta getting an A?” He asked.”You fucked your way out of NOT getting expelled” she said, not so outof sorts by being fucked stupid that she’d outright let the boy slide fordisrupting her class. “And…I will reconsider your paper upon a secondreview.””Psh, if you can find it” exclaimed Gerald, looking at the mess they’dmade.The papers that hadn’t been reduced to a wet soggy mess of sweat and cumhad been bent, crumpled and/or ripped from the ferocity of their fucking.Gerald’s paper would have been easily spot, having looked so rumpled andhard used beforehand. Now all the papers looked to be in a similar state.”Well…” Bianca said, looking to the desk and around the s**tteredpieces while on her knees. “I suppose we might have gotten a bit carriedaway. Looks like I’ll be emailing all the grades this time…””Yeah…guess so…” agreed Gerald….The following week…”Alright class, that’ll do it for today” said Mrs. Blackwood to theclass as the school bell tolled.”Remember, its chapters three to five you’re reading tonight in yourbook, Not three to five paragraphs of whichever chapter you like.”A random hail of acknowledgements came from various points in the crowd.It was more than they’d ever given her in the past, so the responsetherefore was considered a positive one. Mrs. Blackwood – as usual -looked stunning in her red button down shirt underneath a black cardiganshe’d picked out from near the back of her home closet. With it she wore arather tight fitting pair of black slacks with making stiletto shoes. Alot of black to wear on such a hot day in the south, but Mrs. Blackwoodwas feeling particularly fond of the shade just now. Her hair, face andskin complexion looked immaculate and beaming with a healthy glow, asthough she’d spent the night before spoiling herself at the spa rather thangetting pounded senseless in her own classroom.”Bye Mrs. Blackwood” said Stacy Brown.”Goodbye dear, take care” Mrs. Blackwood replied while collecting hernotes. During the process one paper slipped out from her grasp and gentlywafted to the floor.”Ah crap!” Mrs. Blackwood cursed as she bent over to pick the piece up.Khalil immediately saw this and wasted no time reacting.”3B up and on it!”Rather than get angry or turning to face the oncoming troupe of Khalil,D’Shawn, Devon and Gerald “G-spotz” Styles, Mrs. Blackwood simply turnedher head to the boy – still bent over and exposing her large round ass -and said,”I hope you’re up and on that makeup paper you owe me Khalil.” Shegrabbed the piece of paper and – perhaps a bit slower than was necessary -brought herself back up to a standing position. “You don’t want to spendall summer in here with me I know…” she smirked to the boy.Khalil was stumped by Mrs. Blackwood’s smooth reaction, his facelooking frozen in some considerable disbelief.”Move nigga!” came Gerald, pushing the stunned boy from behind. “You afire hazard on toppa being stupid?””Fuck you nigga!” replied Khalil begrudgingly.”You boys can flirt all you want outside.” Bianca said, hurrying theboys along.On their way out, Gerald turned back to Mrs. Blackwood, “Catch youlater Mrs. B” he said wearing his trademark smirk.”Chapters three to five, read top to bottom by tomorrow Mr. Styles”replied Blackwood. “And no, you may not skip on tomorrow’s after schooltutoring session if you read ahead to chapter six”. And if some sort ofsecret nudge of humor was transferred between the teacher and student,Khalil and the others didn’t notice it in the slightest.Seemingly overnight the class had made a drastic change. Order hadsettled over Bianca Blackwood’s final class period. Most of it beingaccredited to the fact that – quite frankly – Blackwood had found aneffective agent in Mr. Styles. Allowing his commentary – with a bit ofguidance from her end – to spark discussion in class had turned out to bethe best way to get the class interested in the daily lectures. They hadan agreement that Styles would act as her unofficial TA, aiding her insparking discussion by adding a bit of his own personal outlook to eachsubject. Surprisingly several points he’d made in the days following hispresentation had made a lot more sense to the blond beauty upon hearingthem again. Gerald made it a point to prune and word his comments a bitmore carefully…or at least he made it point to try as such. It proved tobe most useful in getting useful input from the class. Especiallyconsidering that Bianca’s prize student – the one who hadn’t given hermultiple orgasms – hadn’t shown up to class lately.Daphne Rosenwood hadn’t been to her class for several days now, and thisfact very much bothered Bianca. The conservative girl’s mother had calledthe school to inform her teacher she’d come down with a case of something,a mild sickness that would leave her out of commission for the next fewdays. Bianca somehow knew in her bones that this wasn’t the case however.The girl’s perfect attendance aside, the timing of her apparent illnessjust seemed too…convenient. Her disappearance had started the day afterBianca and Gerald had gotten in their first ‘after school tutoring’session.”Mrs. Blackwood!” came a stern voice abruptly over the school intercom.”Mrs. Blackwood! Please report to the principal’s office immediately.”Bianca’s ears perked up at the summons. What could that be about, shethought. She knew the voice on the above intercom immediately to be thevoice of Principal Long. She most certainly hadn’t made a request to speakwith him recently. The old grumpy coot was calling her to his office forsomething out of the sheer blue…and never hinted of anything good foranyone – student or teacher alike -.”Great” Bianca groaned to herself, “this is just what I want to do aftermy final period. Pop into Principal Long’s office for a nice long earchewing.”Bianca collected her notes into a neat pile and left them on her desk.The entire trip to Long’s office had been a nervous one. She wondered theentire way what in the world she could have done to attract the oldgrouches’ attention. Long’s secretary – a seemingly ancient woman inappearance – claimed to have known nothing about the reason to her beingcalled the office…though Bianca got the feeling that something was beingwithheld by the old woman. As she entered Long’s office, her heart jumpedinto her throat for some indeterminate reason upon spying the young Daphnesitting in a chair across the way from the old balding man.Daphne looked a far ways differently than she normally did, herconservative garments and trademark beehive hairstyle having been replacedwith a simple white t-shirt bearing the legend “talk nerdy to me” scrawledin black across the surprisingly ample and tight fitting chest area. Daphne’s dark hair curtained her pretty face and glasses, and she wore asimple pair of – again rather tight fitting – blue shorts, which showed offDaphne’s surprisingly toned and astonishingly smooth looking legs. DaphneRosenwood – to Mrs. Blackwood’s silent shock – was quite the knockout whennot dawning her conservative attire!A look of stark unease painted across the girl’s youthful featureshowever, and filled Bianca with her own degree of discomfort.”Ah, Mrs. Blackwood!” said Principal Long from his position behind thedesk.He was slouched forward in his chair, his hands placed upon the desk ina with his fingers in a steeple.”Please, have a seat” he said bluntly. The man never sounded to beanything short of either irked or outright angry. No one could ever tellwhen he wasn’t pissed, which always left staff and students alike in aperpetual discomfort when around the old man.”Ms. Rosenwood here has just finished telling me a very…interestingstory” the old man said, leaning back in his chair to take in the full viewof Bianca as she took the empty seat next to Daphne.Daphne didn’t look at Bianca once as she sat, and this only madeBlackwood even more nervous. I locked the door beforehand, didn’t I? Shebegan questioning and second guessing herself.”A very interesting story about you and one of your other students…”Oh shit, Bianca thought to herself. Blackwood had found cursing to comefar easier to her these days than they had before. Not so much in everydayspeak, for she wanted to maintain her much deserved respect and eloquencein front of her students and peers. But in her mind and in private she’dfound cursing and crasser uses of language in reference to others to be arather liberating and fun habit.”A very interesting story involving you and Mr. Gerald Styles…””Hmmm, me and Mr.Styles?” Bianca replied coyly. If all else failed, apretty blond playing dumb worked more often than not in Coxville. Biancaand the lord himself knew it had gotten Jenny Summers out of trouble morethan once.”Don’t pretend like you don’t know!” belted the young Daphne next toher. The look of shock and wide eyed expression on her face startledBianca. “I saw you, I saw you both!”The girl choked on her own exasperation as she turned in her seat toface her teacher.”You and Gerald were…I mean…you were both…and you were sucking onhis…””What on earth are you talking about Daphne?””You can drop the act Mrs. Blackwood.” Chimed in the surly principal.”Our young Daphne here is talking about this little account…”Long picked up a long sleek looking remote control. He pointed it atone of the far ends of the office and clicked it several times. A smallbank of television monitors sputtered to life in tiny bursts of static andthen blue light. Four television monitors flickered to life to show fourdifferent angles of – to the best of Bianca’s visual ability – a stunninglygorgeous and curvy woman being rammed mercilously by a big thick dark browncolored cock. The woman was blond, bare naked except for her blackstiletto shoes, and wore a look of such pleasure while being throttled frombehind, hammered in missionary, riding with incredible speed and asscontrol on top, and dropped to her knees while sucking at the black bullsgigantic balls, that it suggested the beautiful woman was d**gged somehow.”My word!” Bianca said, a shocked O forming on her face to couple withthe shocked look Daphne wore. Apparently while the girl hadn’t walked inthe classroomg to see Bianca and Gerald’s escapades, she did have a moreadequate view of the event from her corner of the window facing outside. The high rise of bushes and the thick trees in front of the window made forexcellent cover, and even more so when the blinds to the windows drawn. All the blinds were drawn, except for the one of the far right of the room.The blind wasn’t shut after class due to Bianca’s dismissing her studentsearly, and the one that Daphne had used to get a near perfect view of theroom from where she was standing outside. Bianca could see the girls headon the footage looking in on them in near shock. Daphne knew about Geraldand Bianca’s fucking, but she didn’t seem to be at all aware that PrincipalLong was holding footage of the event in his office.It took Bianca a moment to realize that the beautiful woman in the videowas actually her. When she did, she primarily felt a wave of fear takeher. Fear of being fired from her job, fear of her husband Jeb finding out,fear of her c***dren and friends discovering how much of a whore theirmommy was for big black nigger cock, fear of how this would affect hersocial standing in the Coxville community. Another part of her however,some vain and wanton aspect living in the back of her mind, wondered ifmaybe education was the wrong career choice, and how much she’d be able tomake exactly if she’d chosen a career in porn instead…high profile andwith black male performers only of course.”Care to explain this?” said Principal Long, uncomfortably patient forher answer. His deep brown eyes didn’t waver from, nor even blink beforethe buxom blond.”Now, Principal Long…I…I can””Let me guess” he interjected. “You can…explain?””Yes…I can.”Daphne remained silent, her eyes too transfixed on the monitors to payattention. Oh my goodness, Daphne thought with a start. As if the memoryof seeing Bianca and her classmate hadn’t already been burned into herretinas. The sight of it had marked her for life, traumatized her badenough that’d she’d stayed home out of fear. The sight of her hero Mrs. Blackwood being treated so brutishly by Gerald and his incredibly large manpart had left her dazed, cajoled and her mind confused. So much thatDaphne had even started having strange dreams about the odreal.Bizarre and very sexually explicit dreams of a big man made of blackshadow carrying an immense phallus which he’d use on her until repeatedlyin every conceivable she’d awaken in a start and sweat to find that she’dorgamsed in her sleep. Daphne had lost her virginity to her boyfriendRoger some months ago. She’d managed to keep the affair quiet, yet it verymuch disappointed her with how thoroughly unimpressive the act itself was.Her dreams with the shadow man however, had been the polar opposite ofthat. She’d faked illness just to stay home and sleep because of it,deciding only afterwards that telling the truth about what she’d seen wouldbe the only way to cleanse herself of such impure thoughts. After all, howcould something feel that good and not be bad?Bianca would have noticed a rather familiar gleam settling in on theyoung girl’s features, if she had been looking at her rather than trying tostay her gaze of shock upon Principal Long rising from his seat.”You can explain to me how an instructor at this school was caught, onfilm, engaging in sexual activities of a near Olympic level – with astudent – and on school grounds no less!?”The old man’s voice boomed when he was excited or angry. It had alwaysreminded her of that one black actor who had played the character Jules inthat one film Jeb liked so much. The one where the black suited Negrorecites stanzas from Ezekiel 25: 17 (though Bianca was versed well enoughwith the bible to know it had been a hod podge of various parts taken fromthe book). She squirmed in her seat, but not entirely because she scared.Bianca noticed before Daphne did the long, soft looking pipe that seemed tobe wedged inside Principal Long’s pants leg. No way, Bianca thought. Isthat?”Well Mrs. Blackwood, you can explain it can’t you?”Bianca’s eyes faded down to the long trail that lined the old man’spants. Christ, she thought, Is that Principal Long’s cock? that thingfrom here looks to be an easy thirteen inches. Daphne was able to pullherself away from the screens long to enough to see Long reaching for thefront of the belt.”Oh my…” she heard the surprisingly shapely brunette squeak as Longreached into his pants, and pulled out the longest stretch of dark skinnedcock either girl had ever set eyes on.”Oh my god!” both girls gasped in unison as Long unveiled hisastonishing third arm of a cock.”Now, Ms. Rosenwood here was good enough to bring your…talents andtheir effects on the student body to my attention…” he said slyly. Instead of outright firing her, he had something else in mind. If hisinhumanly long dong hanging in an unspeakable length with two equally hugegray haired testicles weren’t three big enough clues as is.”P-Principal Long!” blurted Daphne, literally reduced to breathlessgasps in her seat.Bianca looked over to see that – very curiously – the young girl hadn’tchosen to run from the old man exposing herself to them both. No, Daphnewas stuck in her seat just as much as she was, entranced by how long andfull and robust their old codger of a principal’s cock was.”Your dick is…” the young girl then said, lo and behold in the tone ofwhat could have been interpreted as curiosity meshed with a dash ofexcitement and a pinch of wonder. “It’s…its enormous…”It baffled Bianca on a quieter level. For one she hadn’t known Daphneto be even capable of referring to male reproductive organs as anythingbesides a ‘penis’ and even then it was with more than a bit of reluctance.While perhaps not as thick as her black stud Gerald, Principal Long’s wangwas exponentially longer than anything she’d ever seen in her life. Hermouth instantly watered at the thought of wrapping her full lips around it.It made her wet thinking about trying to tackle such an impressiveanaconda…almost as much as the thought of watching the young Daphne tryher hand at doing the same.”I think…” began Principal Long in a thoughtful drawl. “Yourparticular skills would be best put to use teaching another topic in ourschool. Our summer course for Sex Ed for example will be in need of a goodinstructor carrying just your kind of…enthusiasm. The black malestudents in our school could definitely use some fervent learning on thematter.””I…” began Bianca, unable to pull her glance away from that uncoiledbrown snake. “I do believe I agree you Principal Long…””Excellent. And with our school’s top female student here to assistyou, I think now would be the perfect opportunity to give your…lessonoutline…a good hard overview, don’t you agree?””Oh yes Principal Long…” replied Bianca in a sultry tambour.Looking over at the astonished Daphne and her tightly budded nipples,Bianca was given silent confirmation by the young girl that she’d mostdefinitely be able to count on her assistance in handling such a long andstrong looking nigger cock.It’s getting easier and easier these days, thought the old Principal, asBianca Blackwood took the reins and guided her mouth towards his longseasoned sausage. He had his ways and facts to understand why these twobeautiful white sluts were so easily entrapped by his immense member. Andhe had one or two sound theories on why taming the lovely host of Coxvillewomen had become near effortless for black males in town (even moreso thanusual) as of late. But such theories would best be gnawed at a later time,when two pairs of full white lips weren’t slurping and sucking on bothsides of his enormous and powerful nigger cock.

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