black students bully white teacher 2

ohhh since I was molested in the classroom, I frequently masturbate how I was shamed by interracial lowlifes.

I stopped in at the office and checked my box. I picked up the attendance sheets for the day, walked quickly to my classroom and sat down at my desk. The principal stopped by before the bell to see if I was alright.

I tried to smile and assure him that I was doing fine. He looked at me funny, as if he expected me to complain about something. But I felt like I had already missed my opportunity to tell him what happened to me yesterday afternoon.

He just looked at me for a moment. But he didn't say anything. He finally just shrugged and left. I thought it strange at the time.

Too soon the bell rang and the terror started all over again. I caught myself examining every young male that entered my class that day, trying to decide if he was one of the attackers that I had not recognized. I saw several that I was sure had been among them. I also saw knowing looks on the faces of almost all of the rest of them. They all seemed to know!

The main assailant, though, the boy that had seemed to be in charge, the large boy that had first assaulted me and who was in my first class, I recognized him immediately. He was the young bully that had forced another student to move yesterday so that he could sit in the front row and stare at me all during the class.

He smirked at me from the moment that he walked in the room. I could see that others were watching me closely, waiting to see what I would do. I did the only thing that I could. I taught my class. Well, I tried to teach my class. There were only a couple of the girls that were even listening to me. I might as well have been speaking Latin.

The entire hour passed just like yesterday, with the boys asking suggestive questions and everyone laughing at my discomfort. I was wasting my time trying to teach these kids and we all knew it.

The bell finally rang. Jamal, my attacker, waited until the others had all left. He remained in his seat, smirking at me as the rest of the class filed out of the room. Then he stood up, winked at me lasciviously, and left without a word.

Several times throughout the rest of the day I spotted students in my classes that I was pretty sure had been among that group of boys that attacked me yesterday afternoon. They all smirked at me as I struggled to maintain my composure and say the things that were required of me.

I sat at my desk with my door closed during my lunch hour and ate the sandwich that I had not been able to eat yesterday. I sat and stared at the bank of windows mindlessly after I ate. I took comfort in the only thing I could. I seemed to have gotten past the need to cry.

I heard a noise at the door just before the bell rang but I didn't see anyone. Before the next bell rang I went over to open my door and I saw a piece of paper that someone had slid under the door. I picked it up and saw that it was a piece of notebook paper with my name and address and phone number on it. That was all. No threats. They were just letting me know that they knew where I lived. I knew for sure that it wasn't over now.

I went through the motions for my afternoon classes. Today I was resolved that I would not be one of the last ones to leave. I would leave with the other teachers. Then the kids would have to leave me alone.

I watched impatiently as the kids filed out after my last class. When the last student had gone I grabbed my purse and headed for the door. Before I got to it, though, it was blocked by the large, ominous student that seemed bent on making a victim of me.

He stood in the door and asked if I was leaving. As he spoke he was almost daring me to try getting past him. He was toying with me. His confidence was incredibly unnerving. I felt my vagina twitching inside.

I stared at him for a moment and then I said as forcefully as I could, "Get out of my way, Jamal. I didn't turn you in yesterday. But if you touch me again I will have you arrested."

He smiled and came into the room. His friends came in after him and the last one in closed and locked the door. I noticed that their number had swollen by one today. There were eight of them. I recognized more of them now. I had been scanning their faces throughout the day and I knew that at least some of them were in my classes.

I tried again. "If you don't unlock that door and let me go I will scream. Now get out of my way!"

Jamal just smirked down at me and walked slowly over to where I was standing on shaking legs. He came to a stop in front of me and in a quiet, taunting voice said, "I don't think so, cunt! I don't think you will scream. I don't think you will report me. I think you need me."

I shook my head violently and my voice broke as I tried once more to demand that they let me go. But calling me a cunt felt disrespectful but at the same time secretly aroused me. I felt a further twinge inside my vagina that i needed to masturbate and orgasm again. I am afraid I might get wet in my panties and they would find out!

Instead, Jamal's hand came up and caressed my hair and my neck again. Then his finger traced a path over my face, ending at my lips. He stood watching me as his finger moved over me and then he said, "You have a very pretty face, cunt. You have a very pretty face and a very sexy body. You're a natural blonde aren't you? I like blondes. I like the contrast when I move my hands over their bodies. I love to look down and watch my black cock going in and out of their mouths, or their pussies. That always turns me on. You're going to love it, too. You just don't realize it yet."

I shook my head but I didn't move as he gently but firmly inserted his large finger into my mouth as if it was a cock. He moved it in and out slowly, all the while staring at my face.

As much as what he was doing, his arrogance was infuriating!

I wanted desperately to scream, to run. I have no idea why I did nothing as he stood there molesting me at his leisure.

He watched me accept his finger in my mouth for a moment and then he said, "I bet it has been a long time since you sucked a cock, hasn't it, Alice?"

I shuddered in revulsion at the very idea of it. I objected to sucking cocks on principle. In fact, man's ejaculate wasn't the tastiest stuff in the world. It was such a nasty thing to do! The idea of taking this hoodlum's big, black cock in my mouth was simply unimaginable!

Well, it was now dreadfully becoming imaginable for me. He seemed to be able to imagine it. He finally pulled his finger out of my mouth and started lightly moving it around my face again. It moved down my chin and then traveled gently down my neck and traced a path between my breasts.

I shuddered again and brought my hands up to stop him. He spanked me and snapped, "Put your arms down, cunt."

I don't know why. For the life of me I can't explain it. But I obeyed! I let my hands fall to my sides and I groaned in fear as his finger moved around one of my breasts and then up over the nipple, teasing me through my clothing.

He never once took his eyes from mine, though. And for some reason, I was held helpless by his eyes, and by the smug look on his face. I couldn't move. I couldn't scream. Instead I felt a few tears run down my cheeks. Before they could fall from my face, he leaned forward and licked them from my cheek without ever taking his eyes from mine.

He straightened up slowly. I quietly began to beg him to let me go but he ignored me once again. His finger moved casually to my other breast. He ignored my pleas and said, "Alice, you wear too many clothes. We are going to have to work on your wardrobe. This bra feels like something my mother would wear. A young girl like you doesn't need a big, thick bra like this. Hell, with your little tits you don't need a bra at all! And those skirt that go down past your knees. What are you, the anti-sex?! Before you leave here this afternoon I am going to give you some suggestions on how to dress. A girl with a body like yours needs to show it off more."

He took me in his arms again and this time I didn't bother to struggle. I knew I would lose. I surrendered immediately as his tongue entered my mouth and his hands moved over my body at will. I groaned in terror. I was sure that I would be raped this afternoon. Right here in the classroom where I would have to spend the entire year looking at him and his friends. Oh god! His friends! They had been grinning all of this time. I had all but forgotten all about them. They had watched me surrender to this horrible creature. I had let him stick his finger in my mouth like a little cock. I had let him caress me and move his finger over my breasts. I made no move to defend myself or resist his advances.

Jamal broke the kiss for a moment and whispered in my ear. "Put your arms around my neck, Alice."

I did! Oh god! I don't know why! But to my great shame I obeyed! I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck and we kissed again. And once more his rough hands moved over my body freely. It went on and on. It was probably the longest kiss of my life! He never went beyond that and touching me over my clothing though. He didn't pull my skirt up or attempt to unbutton my blouse. He just kissed me.

When at last he broke the kiss he held me in his arms for a moment and whispered in my ear, "You give me a hard on, Alice. I bet you have one hell of a tight pussy don't you? I have been watching you in class. You have an ass like a sixteen year old, high and tight and firm. Has anyone ever fucked you in the ass, Alice?

I gasped in horror at the very idea.

He chuckled and said, "I didn't think so. Don't worry, I'll take it easy on you the first few times. I'm not really an ass man anyway. I like a nice tight pussy. I bet your pussy is as tight as a virgin's. Ain't it, Alice?"

I did not respond to his filthy questions. I still wasn't fighting him, though. It was embarrassing when he finally turned me loose. I almost fell to the floor.

He stood back and I didn't want to, but I couldn't help noticing that large bulge in his pants. It seemed like, at least in his case, the stereotype held true. He saw where my eyes were looking and he said, "Not yet, Alice. But soon, I can see how much you need it."

He stepped out of the way then and just like yesterday afternoon, his friends each took a turn kissing me and moving their hands freely over my body. I was made to wrap my arms around the necks of each of them and I found myself returning their passionate kisses. Even worse, I found myself becoming aroused.

I didn't understand. I knew that I was terrified and wanted desperately for someone to come to the door and save me. These large young men scared me so much that I could hardly breathe. Still, I recognized that feeling building up. It had been a long time. But I had not forgotten what it was like to be excited by the touch of a man, to respond to a passionate kiss.

It went on and on until they all had a turn kissing and touching me. Then they all simply turned around and left, all of them except Jamal. He was leaning against the wall near the door. He was staring at me and smirking.

After a moment he said, "It bothers the fuck out of you that this turns you on, doesn't it, Alice? Look at you, sweet, prim and proper young Alice. Here you are, getting all hot and bothered by a gang of kids that you would not even stop to piss on if they were on fire. I bet the only black people that you have spoken to in your entire life were waiters in restaurants. You can't stand being in this building with all of these black people, all these black kids. You are terrified of us because of the color of our skin."

"Well, don't worry, Alice. I am going to do you a favor. I am going to help you get over your fear. In exchange, here is what you have to do for me. When you come to school tomorrow you had best not be wearing a bra. Do you understand me?"

I stared at him for moment and then I surrendered again. I nodded. He smiled and said, "Good girl, Alice. Then he pushed away from the wall and moved over in front of me. He reached down and started slowly, calmly lifting my skirt as if he had every right in the world to do so.

I squeaked in fear. But I made no move as my skirt moved slowly up to mid thigh. He looked down and said, "This is how long I want your skirts from now on. This is important, Alice. If you don't come to school dressed the way that I tell you then I am going to have to alter your clothing. You don't want me to have to do that, Alice. I'm apt to get carried away."

He kept addressing me by my first name, as if to put me in my place. It was unnecessary. I was already terrified. I already knew my place. I nodded again as I noted how much of my thighs were exposed. I had not worn a mini skirt since high school. I was a modest person and I had never really been comfortable in them. It would be so much worse here, now, in front of my students and the people in the office.

I had yet to meet another teacher. I hadn't the nerve to go to the teacher's lounge at lunch time. What was it going to be like now, when they saw me in a short skirt and no bra?

Jamal smiled again and said, "I have to go now, Alice. Before I leave, let me have another kiss."

I groaned, but I didn't protest. I reached my arms around his neck again and tipped my head back. As we kissed his hand gripped my thigh just below my crotch. I gasped, but I didn't pull away. I never pulled away! I never fought him! What the hell was wrong with me?!

The kiss was brief this time. I felt his tongue at my lips and I parted them. After our tongues did that little dance that they do he let me go. He grinned down at me then, that horrible arrogant grin and said, "See you tomorrow, Alice."

Then he was gone.

I glanced at the clock and saw that the entire episode with Jamal and his gang had lasted forty-five minutes! I had been kissed and touched for nearly an hour. Kissed and touched? No, I had been assaulted for nearly an hour.

I grabbed my purse and started to run out to the parking lot when I remembered the attendance sheets. I wanted desperately to rush home and consume mass quantities of alcohol. I was a wreck!

I had to turn in those attendance sheets first, though. I picked them up, raced down to the office and dropped them off. There were only two people remaining in the office and they looked at me funny. I couldn't help getting the feeling that they knew what had happened to me. I was sure that was just my imagination, though. Everyone couldn't know the torment that I was being put through.

I went to my car and started home. Half way to my apartment I passed the Goodwill thrift shop and I remembered the alterations that Jamal had required in my dresses. I pulled into the parking lot and shut off my car. I sat in my car for a long time, trying to think. Was I really going to do this for that boy? Was I going to let him determine what I wore? I knew that if I did, if I dressed the way he demanded, he would soon be having sex with me. I will have surrendered.

But then I reminded myself that I had already surrendered. And Jamal and his gang were all well aware of it. I had said nothing about the assaults of the last two days. I dreaded going to school tomorrow dressed as he had demanded. If I didn't, though, I knew that he would certainly make good on his promise to alter my clothing and embarrass me even more.

I knew that I was sinking deeper and deeper into a situation that was spiraling out of control. I knew that I still had alternatives. I could go to the principal and demand that he do something about Jamal. I was afraid, though. I didn't have to be a Rhodes Scholar to know that Jamal would make me regret it if I reported him.

I could call the police and report him and his gang for assault. I could just see the headlines now! I would have to leave the school if I did that. I would have to move. And I had nowhere else to go.

I imagined the questions that I would have to answer if I chose either of those alternatives. Why had I not said anything the first time, or the second? Why had I not struggled? Why had I not screamed? There was a security guard at the front door. He would have heard me from my classroom if I had put up any kind of a struggle. Somehow, though, even worse than that, was the idea of my friends finding out that I had allowed myself to be kissed and groped by an entire gang of black hoodlums, twice! I could never face my friends again.

With my mind screaming, "NO! Don't do this!" I got out of my car and went into the store. There was almost no one inside. I had never bought second hand clothing before and I was embarrassed just to be there. But I had no choice. I couldn't sew. Altering my skirts and dresses myself was out of the question. And last I checked I was still poor. I could not really afford even these second hand clothes. I had yet to receive my fist paycheck.

The alternative was unthinkable, though. Besides, I had been saving a lot of money on food the last few days. As I looked through the racks of skirts I saw that it wouldn't be that bad. Nearly everything I saw was priced from a couple of dollars down to as low as a quarter.

I picked out a dozen short skirts easily. There was a wide variety of them. I held them up to my waist and looked down. There was a large selection of skirts that were all approximately the length that Jamal had demanded. I looked around and spotted the changing room. I went inside and although it made my skin crawl to try on used clothing I forced myself to do it. Most of the skirts fit like they had been made for me. A few were too large or too small but I selected half a dozen and put the others back.

I paid for my new skirts, a grand total of twelve dollars and change, and then I rushed home and took a shower. I felt dirty just from trying those skirts on. After my shower I dressed and went down to the apartment's laundry room and washed my purchases. When they were clean and dry I went back to my apartment and made myself another strong drink. I resolved that I would have just one drink tonight. I didn't want another of those terrible headaches in the morning.

I stood in front of the refrigerator for a long time, staring at the meager contents. I saw nothing that I wanted to eat though. I really wasn't hungry. I was much too upset to eat.

I sat down and tried to read my book. But after reading the same paragraph over and over for a few minutes I gave up and went to bed. I sat up in bed, sipped my drink and stared at the wall.

No matter how much I tried not to think about it, I kept thinking about what had happened to me today. My mind kept trying to go farther. I was not so naïve as to think that this was all about kissing and crude groping. I knew where this was going. I knew that I had to stop it. I didn't know how, though. I seemed to have already rejected the only possible ways out.

I thought then of the excitement I had begun to feel while they kissed and touched me. Even now, as I thought about it, as I contemplated what was yet to come, I felt myself getting excited. I was shocked at myself. What on earth was I turning into?!

I fought the urge for a long time. But finally I reached into my nightstand, pulled out my vibrator and stared at it. I had bought it over the internet. I had been much too embarrassed to go anywhere that would sell something like this. It wasn't one of those fancy ones that looked like a real penis. It was small bullet shaped, hard plastic vibrator that did an excellent job of stimulating me to orgasm. I could say this small vibrator had devirginized me so I wouldn't bleed if big sized Jamal entered me. But I'll still be tight as a virgin.

There was not a lot of touching in my life lately though. Not until yesterday that is. There had certainly been a lot of touching yesterday and today. I told myself that that was why the kissing and the touching had an effect on me. I just wasn't sure.

I got comfortable and turned the vibrator on and began to put it to the use for which it was intended. I moved it over and around my breasts, enjoying the way it stimulated my sensitive flesh. When I moved the tip lightly over my nipples I nearly had my first orgasm. My nipples had grown erect quickly and the sensations traveled all the way from my nipples, directly to my clitoris.

I teased myself like that for several minutes, moving the tip from nipple to nipple and back again. Then I began to guide it slowly down over my stomach. I moved it gently around my pubic area, touching myself lightly and enjoying the growing stimulation. As I did, I tried to guide my mind through one of my normal fantasies. Unfortunately, my mind had a mind of its own! My thoughts kept drifting back to today , to the near rape in my classroom after the last bell. I relived what had happened when Jamal and his friends came into my class after the last bell and locked my door.

I was shocked to discover that I remembered every touch, and every word. It was like I was standing ten feet away, watching first Jamal and then each of his gang molest me while I surrendered completely.

I moved the vibrator over the moist lips of my vaginal opening, avoiding my clit. I had several orgasms before I ever touched my clit with the vibrator. When I came for the final time I was imagining Jamal's hand on my upper thigh, mere inches from my pussy ... and that nasty, arrogant smirk on his face. My hips came up off of the bed and I suddenly thrust the vibrator into my hot, wet, hungry pussy and I came so hard I heard myself crying out in ecstasy.

I quickly shut the vibrator off. My first reaction was embarrassment. The apartment walls were thin and cries of passion could be heard from apartment to apartment if one was not careful.

Once I had put my vibrator aside though, I lay there unable to believe what I had just done, and why I had done it. I had actually had a series of orgasms as I relived my assault by a gang of black hoodlums! My second reaction was utter shame.

I sat up on the side of my bed, crying piteously, and I thought about what I had just done. What the hell was I thinking!

I got up and rinsed off my vibrator and quickly put it away. Just looking at it reminded me of what I had done. I sat back down on the edge of my bed wondering what was wrong with me. Surely I was not excited by being sexually assaulted by a gang of dangerous young men!

It took me a long time to get to sleep that night. I lay in the dark and my mind drifted back and forth between dreading tomorrow and trying to figure out why I had just masturbated to the memory of the abuse I was suffering. Both of those chains of thought were disturbing.

I finally got a little sleep, but not much. I took a shower in the morning and then went to my underwear drawer. I pulled out a pair of panties and started to reach for a bra. I remembered what Jamal had said. I stood there for a long moment holding my bra and trying to decide what to do. It wasn't like my B cup breasts really needed the support. And my blouses weren't sheer. Still, the idea of going to school without a bra was disturbing. Especially when I would be doing it under orders from one of my students!

I thought, too, of the boys that had been kissing me and touching for the last two days. Now I would have one less garment between their fingers and my flesh.

I stepped back and sat on the edge of my bed. I tried to think. I am an intelligent young woman. There must be some simple solution to this. Women just don't let things like this happen to them. There are laws! I should be able to go the principal or the police and put a stop to this.

But what do I tell them? That some boys kissed me? What do I say when they ask me what I did to stop them? I didn't fight them. I didn't scream or cry out for help. I just stood there and let them do what they wanted. And here I am, just about to dress in a slutty manner as required of me by one of my students.

I glanced at my clock. It was time to make a decision. I could dress in my normal fashion and call Jamal's bluff. If he wasn't bluffing he would surely make me regret it. I didn't get the impression that he was the type of boy that bluffed.

Or I could dress as he had ordered me to and he will know as soon as he sees me that he can do whatever he wants with me. I will be surrendering to him.

For a smart girl I don't seem to be handling my life too well. If only there was someone that I could turn to for advice. I needed someone that could help me decide what to do, even a girlfriend or a fellow teacher.

But I had no one. I moved here just before school started. I had built a wall between me and my parents that even now, in this desperate situation; I couldn't bring myself to knock down. It seemed like my best option was to dress as Jamal had ordered to avoid making a scene.

But I resolved that this time, when Jamal began his assault I would fight. I would scream and punch. I would do whatever was required to let him know that I would not stand for this anymore. I know, not very logical. I was totally out of my depth here.

I put on my underwear and a pair of pantyhose. I stepped into the little skirt that I had bought last night. I put on a heavy blouse and I was instantly aware of the friction against my nipples. Even though I knew that no one could see anything, I was incredibly conscious of the fact that I was not wearing a bra.

I looked at my image in the mirror. It wasn't too bad. The skirt was too short for me. It was definitely not my style. But it was not so short as to be unacceptable. I don't think the other staff would look at me and think that my dress was inappropriate.

I had taken much too much time getting dressed, or thinking about getting dressed. I was going to be late if I didn't hurry. I grabbed my purse and rushed out to my car. I drove the short distance to the school but I could feel my blood pressure rising as I neared the turn off into the parking lot. The lot was already full as I pulled in. I had to go all the way to the far corner to find a place to park.

I got out and locked my car and I noticed that already my hands were shaking. When I turned around Jamal was standing right in front of me. I gasped, startled. I had not seen him when I pulled up. I thought that I was alone.

He smiled at me and said, "I was afraid you wouldn't make it today, Alice. Smart girl, it looks like you are dressed the way that I told you."

He suddenly held a straight razor in front of my face and I squeaked in fear. As screams go it was not going to be very effective. I watched in horror as the razor moved towards my face. I couldn't move. I couldn't make a sound. My mind could already imagine what it was going to feel like when he started slashing me with that razor.

I was almost relieved when he started slowly and deliberately cutting buttons off of my blouse. The top three went one right after another. He hardly looked at what he was doing. As he worked on my buttons he stared right into my eyes. He had that smug expression on his face, daring me to object.

I didn't object. I didn't move or make a sound. I didn't even watch the razor. I stared into his eyes in fear, unable to look away.

After he had cut off the top three buttons he stopped and looked at the results. He wasn't satisfied yet. He cut off another button. The top button on my blouse was now below the level of my breasts!

He reached out with both hands, pulled my blouse open and smiled. He said, "I'm so glad you didn't wear a bra. You don't need one with little titties like those. Do you, Alice?"

I was unable to respond. I stood petrified as he pulled my blouse open a little farther and looked at my exposed breasts. I felt my flesh tingle as he stared at my breasts. My nipples were inexplicably hard as little pebbles.

Jamal looked me in the eyes again and said, "I like those little pink nipples, Alice. I'm going to have a lot of fun with those."

He seemed satisfied now and I thought it was over. He started to turn away. But then he turned back as if he suddenly remembered something and said, "Oh, one more thing, Alice. I should have mentioned it yesterday afternoon but it slipped my mind. Give me your pantyhose."

I shook my head and whispered, "No, please. I can't do that!"

He didn't say anything. But he suddenly looked furious and in a very cold voice he said, "Don't you ever tell me no, Alice. Now either you take them off or I will strip you naked right here in the parking lot. Don't wear the damned things again. I don't like them."

I put my purse down on the hood of my car. Once more I was so afraid of this hoodlum that I could hardly breathe. I looked around before reaching under my skirt. There was no one around to come to my assistance, or to witness my humiliation. I reached under my short skirt, quickly giving up my attempts to preserve any remaining modesty I mistakenly though I possessed. I struggled to grasp the waistband and quickly rolled my pantyhose down to my knees. I stepped out of my shoes and removed my hose. I put my shoes back on and I handed my pantyhose to Jamal without ever looking up. I was too embarrassed to look him in the eyes.

He lifted my pantyhose to his face and sniffed at them crudely. I looked up in disbelief, just in time to see him smile in triumph. He took my hose away from his nose and said, "You better get going, Alice. You don't want to be late for school."

He turned and walked away. No, he didn't walk, he strutted. Even his gate as he walked away from me was calculated to put me in my place!

I took a deep breath and hurried into the school. I picked up my attendance sheets in the office. There were some surprised looks from the people in there. But no one said anything. What could they say?

I hurried down the hall to my classroom and got inside just as the bell rang. I heard the instant pandemonium as the guard started letting students in the building. As soon as the kids came into the classroom and spotted me in my miniskirt and my blouse open half way to my waist the conversations stopped. They restarted quickly and I knew what they were talking about.

I was as nervous and as self-conscious as I had been the first day. In fact, it never seemed to get better. Because of Jamal and his gang I couldn't relax, I couldn't gain any confidence. I was a nervous wreck.

Jamal was the last one to enter. He made a big show of dropping my pantyhose into my wastebasket before taking his seat. I heard a lot of giggling when he held them up and dropped them into the trash. But he just smiled and let it pass.

I waited until everyone was seated. When the bell rang I closed the door and took attendance. When I called out Jamal's name he said, "I'm right here, Alice."

Everyone in the room giggled.

I turned bright red. I felt them all watch me, waiting to see what I would do. I stared at Jamal, slouching in his chair, daring me to say something to him.

I knew that I was beaten before I even started to fight. I finished calling the roll and began my lesson. I realized that nearly everyone was ignoring me. But I had no idea what to do about it. I could only recite my prepared lesson and count the minutes until the horrible class ended.

The first period had nearly come to an end when one of the girls sitting beside Jamal asked me to explain something she didn't understand. I walked over to her and bent down carefully, very much aware of how much of my breasts were exposed when I bent over.

As I tried to explain to the girl why something that she had written down in her notes was incorrect I felt Jamal's hand on my calf, moving slowly up towards my knee. I shot straight up and stepped back quickly. I wheeled around to face Jamal and found myself totally unable to speak at first.

Finally I tore into him. I began to yell at him to keep his hands to himself. I got out no more than a couple of stuttering, almost unintelligible words when he reached up, grabbed one side of my blouse and pulled me down so that my face was right in his.

I gasped in fear and embarrassment. It was horrible enough that I was being manhandled by a student in my classroom. But what was even worse was that because of the way he was holding my blouse it was pulled open and one of my breasts was exposed to half the class!

I fought to remove his hand but he hissed right in my face, "Don't you fight me, bitch! Put your fucking hands down, NOW!"

To my incredible and everlasting shame I obeyed. There was no more pretending now. I belonged to this teenaged thug and the entire class knew it. I leaned over him with our noses almost touching and my breast exposed while he lectured me as if I were a child.

He didn't raise his voice. But there was no mistaking the authority in his voice. "You don't ever pull away from me, bitch! You don't ever say no to me. If I order you to teach this fucking class in the fucking nude you will fucking do it! If I feel like putting my hand on your tit or your ass or your god damned pussy, then you stand right there and you just fucking enjoy it. You are nothing but a fucking cunt and you do as you are fucking told! Do you have any questions, Alice?"

I shook my head, totally intimidated now. He reached up with his free hand and lightly caressed my exposed breast. As his hand moved over my sensitive flesh he continued to stare in my eyes and he asked, "What are you, Alice?"

I was unable to think at first. After a few seconds, though, I remembered what he had said that I was.

"I'm a cunt," I whispered.

"I didn't hear you Alice," he said.

I tried to speak a little louder. I cleared my throat and said, "I'm a cunt."

He smiled and said, "That's right, Alice. You're a cunt. You're my cunt. I've always wanted my own teacher. Your ass belongs to me now."

He let go of my breast and my blouse and I stood up quickly and pulled my blouse back together. His hand returned to my leg and I stood there shaking my head and pleading silently for this to be over as his hand moved slowly up my leg, sliding my skirt up as he firmly caressed the inside of my thigh. I saw the total confidence in his eyes. He knew that I was going to permit him to do anything he wanted to me now.

I could not believe that this was happening to me. I was standing in front of my class and I could feel the eyes of every student watching Jamal molest me right here in the classroom for their amusement. I didn't know where to look. I couldn't look at my students. I couldn't bring myself to look at that smug expression on Jamal's face any longer.

I felt his hand nearing my crotch. I didn't want to, but I had to see how exposed I was. I glanced down and I could see that my legs were almost totally exposed. I was shivering in fear as his hand came into contact with the blue nylon panel that covered my pussy. Now I could actually see that my underwear was exposed to Jamal and to the students on the left side of the classroom.

I finally had the full attention of my students. But all I wanted to do was crawl in a hole, cover myself up and stay there forever.

Before things got any worse, if that was possible, the bell rang. The students got up reluctantly and filed slowly past us. They may not be learning any English. But they were certainly finding my class interesting.

Jamal continued to sit in his seat and hold my upper thigh in his warm grip.

The tears were running down my cheeks now. He stood up finally. He pulled me close and in a soothing voice he said, "Don't cry, Alice. You'll get used to it."

Then he licked the tears off of my cheeks, kissed my lips and left the room.

I am not even sure what happened in the rest of my classes that day. I managed to pull myself together enough to stand in the front of the class and I am pretty sure that I said the things that I was supposed to say. I hardly remember any of it, though. It was a good thing that the kids didn't seem to pay any attention to me. My mind was totally blown.

I had been dreading the next time that Jamal would catch me alone. Now I knew that he didn't care if we were alone or not. Quite the opposite! He seemed to get extra satisfaction from humiliating and degrading me in front of my class. It had been obvious that the rest of the kids had really enjoyed the show too. Even the girls had been amused.

As humiliating as it was, though, I was left with that same sick excitement I had gotten the first two times that he and his friends had assaulted me. I rushed to the ladies room at the beginning of my lunch period and the first thing that I noticed as I was sitting on the toilet was how wet my panties were. Not damp, they were wet! When I realized it I covered my face in my hands and cried, as quietly as possible.

I finally pulled myself together and washed my face and hands. I tried my best to make myself presentable. I rushed back to my classroom and shut the door. I was terrified of being caught in the hallway by Jamal. I don't know why. The hallway was the only place that he had not yet assaulted me.

At the end of the day I was all ready to rush out when the last bell rang. I planned to move as quickly as possible through the crowded hallway, drop off my attendance sheets and then dash to my car and get the hell out of here before Jamal and his gang of thugs could assault me again.