black students BULLY white teacher 3

pretty white teacher humiliated by nigger thug in front of the classroom.

It didn't work out that way. I watched impatiently, purse and papers in hand, as the students filed out. I wasn't paying any attention to the kids leaving the class. I was watching the door fearfully for any sign of Jamal.
I was looking for trouble in the wrong place. The last student in the line let everyone else leave and then he stood in the door and turned around. He grinned and said, "You aren't leaving are you, cunt? Jamal will be right here. He'd really hate it if he missed you."

My legs nearly gave out. I shook my head and pleaded in a whisper, "Please let me go. I have to get out of here."

I knew it was a waste of my breath. Now that he was standing there blocking my way I recognized him as being one of the boys in Jamal's group of thugs. His name was Tyrell. He was one of Jamal's larger friends.

He smiled an evil smile and said, "You don't really want to go, do you, cunt? I heard about this morning. Jamal said you were hotter than hell. He told me that when he pulled his hand out from under your skirt his fingers were all wet. He's been going around school all day letting everyone sniff his fingers. They smell just like your cunt. How about it teach? Is your cunt wet now?"

I shook my head and backed up a step. He took a few quick steps and he was standing right in front of me, leering down at me. Standing over me the way that he was he looked enormous!

I had nowhere to run. All of my resolve about screaming for help and fighting back against these boys was suddenly forgotten. For some reason I just couldn't bring myself do it.

Tyrell reached out, confident that I wouldn't resist. He spread my blouse open, revealing my breasts. He stared for a moment and then he took one of my nipples in each hand and squeezed. I gasped in pain and my hands went to his wrists reflexively.

He quietly but firmly said, "Put your arms down, cunt. You know better than that."

I sobbed and shook my head in a silent plea for mercy. But I lowered my arms to my sides. He never stopped squeezing my nipples. The problem was, it hurt. But it felt so damned good! I felt shocks of pleasure travel from my nipples to my crotch each time he squeezed and pulled. My traitorous body was betraying me again.

I heard noises and I opened my eyes to see Jamal standing beside us. He was grinning. But the look in his eyes was cold, cruel. I heard the door close. I turned to see that the rest of his gang was here now, too.

Jamal moved behind me and pressed his large body against mine. He spoke quietly in my ear. "Are you cheating on me with my best friend, cunt? Damn! I thought you were a good girl. I don't know what to do, Alice. I am really hurt. I leave you alone for a few hours and the next thing I know you are showing your tits to my friends and just acting like a slut. Is your pussy all wet again? Did you get all turned on showing Tyrell your tits?"

I managed to choke out a reply. "No. Please, leave me alone. I'm not turned on. I just want to go home!"

Jamal leaned down, kissed my neck and said, "I'll make you a deal, Alice. I'm a fair man. If your pussy isn't wet then we'll all walk out of here and leave you alone. But if your pussy is wet then I'm going to have to do something about this slutty behavior of yours."

I was so scared that I thought I was going to faint. I knew for a fact that my pussy was betraying me. I don't know why my body was reacting this way. I am not the kind of girl that has kinky fantasies of having sex with black people or being molested in public or gang banged. I am a conservative, rather uptight person. I didn't intend to be intimate with another until I fell in love and was in a committed relationship. Now, here I was being assaulted for the third time, and I knew that my pussy was leaking. What the hell was wrong with me?!

I felt his hands at the waistband of my skirt and in seconds it was lying at my feet. Tyrell released my nipples and unbuttoned the remaining buttons on my blouse. Jamal pulled it down and dropped it, leaving me in only my blue panties and my shoes.

After he removed my blouse, Jamal pressed his body against me again. I could feel his hard cock through his pants as it rubbed against my lower back. His big, rough hands reached around me and slid down over my belly to the crotch of my underwear. I felt his hand cup my sex and I gasped in pleasure. It was pleasure that I wanted desperately not to experience. These two young men were undressing me in front of their friends. They were toying with my body and with my mind and all I could do was stand here and allow it to happen.

Jamal whispered in my ear, a stage whisper, meant for his friends to hear, "Alice, I think your panties are soaked. I'm going to be fair though and make sure. I wouldn't want to misjudge you."

I closed my eyes again. I shook my head and under my breath I kept whispering, "No, no, no. Oh god, please stop."

He didn't stop though. I felt his fingers in the waistband of my underwear and then he squatted down and slowly pulled my panties off. I didn't struggle when he lifted my legs one at a time and pulled my underwear free. He stood back up. He reached around and held them in front of my face and said, "Look at that, Alice! They are drenched! Hell, I could wring these fucking things out! I'm shocked, Alice. I didn't think that you were that kind of girl."

I felt his hands move back to my pussy and this time first one and then two long, thick fingers entered me. I shivered again, but I wasn't entirely certain why this time.

He played with my pussy for several minutes and Tyrell returned to teasing my breasts. Jamal began talking quietly in my ear again. He told me how much fun we were all going to have this year. He told me that I was going to be his special girlfriend.

While he talked his hard cock was pressed against my back again and I could feel it throbbing. He asked me if I felt it and I nodded. He kissed my ear and then he asked, "Are you any good at sucking cock, Alice?"

When I didn't answer he said, "Don't be modest, Alice. You can tell me if you are. I don't imagine you are, you being such an uptight prissy bitch and all. Say, I have an idea! We're in school. Let's have a little pop quiz! It isn't a hard test, Alice. There is only one question. I want you to get down on your knees and show me how good you are at sucking cock. After you suck me off and swallow my cum I will give you a grade. That sounds fair, doesn't it, Alice?"

His hands had moved to my shoulders. He turned me around and pushed me to the floor. I let it happen. Just like I let him do everything else he did to me. I was unable to resist.

I came to rest on my knees with his hard cock pressing against his pants only inches from my face. He unbuckled his belt, unfastened his pants and let them fall open. Then he said, "You can take it from there, can't you, Alice?"

I moaned in despair. Yet I couldn't take my eyes from the large bulge in his white jockey shorts. I just stared for a minute, not even really thinking. Until he said, "Alice..." in a voice that told me that he was becoming impatient.

I reached up and pulled his pants down. Then I pinched the waistband of his underwear and pulled them out and down, still mesmerized by the large black sex organ that I was uncovering. Jamal was dark skinned. But his cock was much darker. It was almost coal black! It was about seven inches long. I was surprised when I saw it. It had felt so much larger when it was pressing against my back a few minutes ago.

I reached up and grasped it around the base. I swallowed nervously as I pulled the fat knob at the end of it down to my mouth. I didn't make love to it. I didn't kiss it or lick it or play with it. I took it into my mouth and started sucking and moving my mouth up and down while my hand began to massage what I couldn't comfortably fit into my mouth.

Jamal groaned loudly and his hands caressed my hair. After a few minutes he said in a strained voice, "I'm really surprised, Alice. You are a pretty good cocksucker! I think we are going to get along just great! I think you're going to earn a solid B Plus here!"

I ignored his degrading encouragement and sucked him off, working to get this over with as quickly as possible. He was highly aroused. I could tell from his breathing and the way that his body was quivering as I worked. He had pretty good stamina though, especially for a teenager. He lasted long enough that I was exhausted when he finally held my head and filled my mouth with a large load of cum.

I was a little surprised. His cum had a very mild taste. Not pleasant maybe, but not nearly as bitter as what I thought it would. But the smell was nauseating, like bleach.

I swallowed quickly. But he held my head still and his cock continued to drain onto my tongue as it went soft in my mouth. When he finally stepped back I thought, "Thank god, it's over!"

Maybe what they say about blondes is true!

As soon as Jamal moved out of the way Tyrell took his place. I looked up at Jamal, as if to ask him not to make me do this. I realized my mistake as soon as I did it. As much as anything else that I had done in the last three days, that look was an acknowledgement that they were in charge of me.

Jamal smiled and said, "Make me proud of you, Alice. Don't embarrass me in front of my friends. Show Tyrell what a good cocksucker you are."

As I took Tyrell's cock into my mouth I noticed for the first time that one of the boys had a digital movie camera pointed at me. All this time I had been too ashamed to look around at them. I didn't want to see the lust in their eyes. I had no idea how long he had been recording.

I tried to pull my face away, to take my mouth off of Tyrell's cock, to reason with them. But he held me tight and said, "Uh uh, teach. Suck that cock for me. I been looking forward to this since I saw your pretty white ass on Monday. I been kissing them lips and thinking how good they were going to feel when they were wrapped around my cock. Don't worry, though. This won't take long. I can't wait to coat your tonsils with my cum. Now get to work. Don't worry about that camera. We'll make sure you get one of the copies of that disk."

I gave in then. I couldn't fight them. I didn't know how much they already had on that disk. But I knew that at the very least they had pictures of me naked and on my knees in my classroom, sucking the cock of one of my students, two now.

I turned my attention to sucking Tyrell's somewhat larger cock and he had been right. I doubt if he lasted five minutes. When he stepped away the rest of them stepped forward one at a time and I sucked all eight of them off while they took turns holding the camera and recording it all.

After Jamal and Tyrell they made me open my mouth wide when they were ready to cum and they all finished off by shooting into my wide open mouth with the camera coming in for an extreme close-up.

I was aghast at the idea of the very existence of these pictures! I knew those pictures videos are scandalous for my reputation. I did have to worry about them ever showing up on the internet. There was no telling where these pictures would end up. But I would be surprised if they didn't get posted by someone before very long.

I remembered what Tyrell had said, "One of the copies." At the very least, I suppose that each of these boys would have a copy of this degrading little movie I was starring in.

When I was finished sucking off Jamal and his gang, Jamal pulled me to my feet and his hand moved to my pussy.

I gasped at his touch. He grinned as his fingers entered me once more. He smiled that smug smile and said, "Your mind has some pretty mixed emotions, Alice. But your body seems to love what is happening to you. Do you feel how wet your cunt is, sweetheart?"

I just stood there. I couldn't fight him. He handed me my miniskirt. I put it on quickly and he handed me my blouse. He placed my soiled panties on my desk and ordered me to leave them there until he decided what to do with them. He ordered me not to wear panties tomorrow, no underwear at all. Then he said that he had decided that he had made a mistake when he told me how long my skirts could be. Tomorrow he wanted my skirt to be two inches shorter. He also ordered me to cut the same number of buttons off of all of my blouses to save him the trouble.

I just nodded. I didn't know what I was going to do tomorrow. I had already had this argument with myself everyday for three days. But I just seemed to keep letting these things happen to me.

It was getting worse, though. I had just provided oral sex to eight teenage boys. On camera! I was letting one of them order me to dress in slutty clothing and molest me in front of my class. How had my life gone so wrong in such a short amount of time?!

The boys all left me alone finally. I sat back down at my desk and tried to pull myself together. I didn't even look at the clock for several minutes. When I did I saw that I only had five minutes to get the attendance sheets in. I stood up and walked unsteadily to the door. I stepped into the corridor before I realized that I still had not put my shoes back on.

I tried to get my mind working again. I slipped my shoes on, grabbed my purse this time, and got to the office with only minutes to spare. I got a lot of strange looks from the staff. But no one spoke. It occurred to me that I had been working here for three full days now and the only one that I had spoken to was the principal, Mr. Wiggins! I had not met any other teachers and the office staff never spoke to me when I went in there every morning and every afternoon.

I dropped off the attendance sheets and I turned around and ran right into Mr. Wiggins. I said excuse me. Suddenly I was all flustered.

He stepped back, smiled and said, "Miss Wilson! How are you? I never see you in the teacher's lounge. Are you doing alright?"

I explained that I ate my lunch at my desk and made up some excuse about studying my lesson plans and being available for my students. I realized that I sounded much more like a silly school girl than one of the teachers. But I had just been gang raped and I wasn't thinking too clearly. I was actually more focused on whether or not my breath smelled like cum.

I excused myself and rushed to my car. The parking lot was nearly empty, as it usually was by the time Jamal allowed me to leave in the afternoon. I got in and drove off quickly. I was terrified that something else might happen to me before I could get out of there.

I drove home and headed straight for the liquor bottle. I poured myself a strong drink and gulped it down on an empty stomach. That took care of supper.

I went into my bedroom and undressed with the intention of taking a long, hot shower. Instead, I reached into my nightstand and pulled out my vibrator. I masturbated like crazy for nearly an hour. I gave myself one huge orgasm after another until I was exhausted. When I was finished, I fell asleep lying there on my back with my vibrator resting on my stomach.

I awoke in a couple of hours and once again I was shocked at what I had done. I sat up too quickly and felt faint for a moment. When I got my equilibrium back I got up slowly and went into the bathroom.

I rinsed off my vibrator and then I brushed my teeth. As I worked the toothbrush around my mouth I thought of all the cocks and all the cum that had been in my mouth this afternoon.

I didn't want to. I just couldn't help it. Instead of the horror that I should have felt, I realized that I was getting excited all over again. I knew it was wrong. It made me mad to think that I would react that way. I just didn't know how to stop it.

I took a hot shower and dried off. I put my robe on and went out to the kitchen. I still wasn't hungry. But I had not eaten a single thing today and I knew that I had to eat something, something besides the ejaculate of eight black teenagers.

I had food. But nothing that I saw appealed to me. I finally got out some cold cuts and made a sandwich. I sat at my kitchen table and ate listlessly, staring off into space as I thought once more of the horrible things that had happened to me today.

Being forced to suck all of those boys off had been awful. For some reason, though, I had been much more humiliated by the things that had happened during my first class when Jamal had exposed my breast and rubbed my crotch in front of my entire class.

It was obvious, even to a blonde like me, that after only three days this had gotten way out of hand. What was more obvious was that it could have only one conclusion. There was only one way that this could end ... with their cocks in my vagina.

Unfortunately, that knowledge contributed nothing to the dilemma I was in. If I just said the hell with it and told the principal that I couldn't take this anymore then I would soon be homeless and my chances of getting another teaching position, ever, were slim and none.

The trouble is that it was obvious even to me where this was going. Well, I thought that it was. I was soon to learn that my devious tormenter had a much more Machiavellian imagination than I did. I had yet to realize just how clueless I really was.

After I ate my sandwich I tried to read my book again. I still couldn't concentrate. I gave up and tried watching a little television. I don't watch television often. Sometimes, though, I will have it on just so that my apartment won't be so quiet. It's like turning on the television to turn off the lonely. Tonight the noise was annoying.

I thought about getting dressed and going for a walk. But this wasn't a good area to go for a walk in the evening. It was more commercial than residential and there were not a lot of sidewalks. If you wanted to go somewhere around here you pretty much had to drive.

I finally gave up and went into my bedroom. I took off my robe and sat on the edge of my bed for a minute or two before I gave in to temptation. I hated myself for doing it. But I pulled my vibrator out. I stretched out on my back. I was so ashamed of myself. But at least while I was using my vibrator the fear was gone.

I turned on my little bullet shaped friend and distracted myself from the terror in my life. Well, that was the intent. Somehow, though, I found myself thinking about this morning. I imagined what I must have looked like with my breast hanging free for such a long time and then I imagined what it must have looked like to the class when Jamal touched me in front of all of those teenagers in that crowded classroom. I could almost see his dark skin contrasting with the stark white skin of my breast and then my thigh.

What must my students have thought of me! They must have talked about that all day among their friends. Half the kids in the school must know by now that I let Jamal manhandle me in class. I stood beside his seat and I allowed him reach up under my skirt and rub my crotch.

I remembered my soiled panties sitting in the middle of my desk. The janitor would surely see them tonight. I had been ordered to leave them where they were. The students filing into my class tomorrow would see them if they glanced at my desk. I was sure that anyone that missed them would have them brought to their attention gleefully by some teenage boy on his way into the class.

I began to have an orgasm as I imagined the students filing into my classroom tomorrow and seeing my underwear and being reminded of the events that took place yesterday. As if they would need to be reminded.

Today was over though. I should be worried about tomorrow. Every day got worse. What did Jamal have in mind for me tomorrow? Every day had been worse than the day before. Today I had been forced to my knees and my mouth had been raped by eight teenagers. What would be demanded of me tomorrow? Would I be having intercourse?

I was not anxious to be raped by my students, despite what my traitorous pussy might have to say about it. But I realized that it was inevitable. If not tomorrow, I would be having sex with my students soon. My black students!

I knew that I desperately did not want to do that, not with the young, black teenage delinquents in my class. But even as I realized I would inevitably be raped by my students I was having another orgasm. What on earth was wrong with me!

I didn't stop, though. I continued to tease my hard nipples and work at my pussy with that vibrator and my mind wandered back to the afternoon, the horrible events that took place in my classroom after my last class. I relived it as I had orgasm after orgasm. I continued to masturbate until I couldn't take it anymore. I finally turned off my vibrator and collapsed onto my bed, out of breath and exhausted.

I wanted to just drift off to sleep. But I couldn't. I was a mess. I waited until I was more or less recovered and breathing normally again. I got up and rinsed off my vibrator. I used a damp cloth on my thighs and my matted pussy hair. Then I stared at myself in the large bathroom mirror.

I couldn't believe what I was becoming. I looked at my long blonde hair and my face. My suitors used to say that I had elfin features. I suppose that I was not pretty in the classic model sense. I was pretty though. I wasn't snobbish about it. I knew that my looks were an accident of nature.

I looked at my figure. The figure that so many people have seen exposed in public recently. My breasts were perfect for my small frame. They were B cup and I suppose that they might be described as perky. They didn't sag at all. My nipples were not much larger than a dime. They were pink and lately they were erect a great deal of the time.

I had a slender body, a narrow waist and small hips. I had a butt like a sixteen year old according to many, and Jamal, now that I think about it.

I have long, slender, shapely legs. I am only five feet, four inches tall, but a lot of that is in my legs. Men find me attractive and I have always had mixed feelings about that. On the one hand I liked being sexy and pretty. At the same time, I was self-conscious and it bothered me when they watched me walk or stared at me in public. I was shy and never dressed to show off, especially not in public. I couldn't regret being attractive. It was the side effects that I was having trouble living with.

I finally went back to my bedroom. I put my vibrator away and dug out a clean t-shirt to sleep in. I pulled my covers back, stretched out on my back and turned off the lights. I thought that it would be difficult to sleep. I had already taken a nap and I had three days of torment that I could not get out of my mind. It didn't take as long as I thought though and soon I was sound asleep.

I woke up the next morning before the alarm went off. I got up and took another quick shower. I dried off and then I pulled out one of my new miniskirts and put it on the bed. I went into my small closet and selected a blouse. I started to pull out some clean underwear when I remembered that I had been ordered not to wear any.

I shivered in fear as I wondered what humiliating things I would be forced to endure today. I dug out a single edged razor blade and removed the top four buttons from my blouse. As I worked, the image of being bent over Jamal with my breast exposed in class yesterday flashed though my mind and I shivered. I am sure that it was fear that I felt. I prayed it wasn't something else.

I put the blouse on and buttoned it up as far as I could. I stepped into the skirt and pulled it up. I tucked in my blouse and fastened the skirt and then rolled the waistband over twice. I went back into the bathroom to brush my hair. I hated what I saw in the mirror.

I looked more like a teenage student than a teacher. Hell! I looked like a damned prostitute! My skirt was only a couple of inches below my crotch now. I had never been so exposed in my life. The blouse was even worse than yesterday. It must have been cut lower. The remaining top button seemed lower on my chest, exposing more cleavage. I wanted desperately to put some decent clothes on. No, what I really wanted was to never go back to that school again.

I realized that I had not yet completed the first week of the school year. The fear that I felt gripped my heart and made it hard to breathe. How was I ever going to get through this?!

I went out to the kitchen but I still had no appetite. I made myself a sandwich for lunch, grabbed a bottle of water and my purse and headed for school. It only took about fifteen minutes to get there. I pulled up and parked and steeled my nerves for another day of torment.

I got out and locked my car. When I turned around I saw Jamal approaching with that smug grin on his face. I have never been a violent person. But the idea of slamming a baseball bat into that supercilious face and taking away that arrogant look forever really appealed to me at that moment.

He stopped in front of me and grinned down at me. He reached out and pulled the sides of my blouse apart. He looked down at my exposed breasts and said, "Looking good, Alice, real good. You just needed to lighten up a bit. You are going to thank me for this later. You're pretty hot. But you are way too fucking uptight."

He pulled me close and kissed me. It was a very physical, very passionate kiss and as he kissed me his hands reached under the back of my skirt and gripped the cheeks of my ass.

I didn't offer any resistance as he pulled my body tight against his own. I surrendered instantly. I knew I couldn't fight him. He finally broke the kiss and just squeezed the cheeks of my ass for a moment and grinned at me possessively. Then he said, "That's what I like to feel. For a skinny white bitch you got a fine ass, Alice."

He finally let me go. As he walked away he looked back and said, "See you in class, cunt."

I shuddered and this time I knew without a doubt that it was fear. I walked across the parking lot and went to the office. Once more I got the disbelieving stares from the women in the office. I thought that they must know what was happening to me. Surely it was obvious to everyone!

No one spoke though. No one said good morning. No one asked how I was doing. No one in that office gave a shit about me! I can see other teachers that seemed prettier before but now looked like a hag their previous voluptuous bodies already spent up, boobs drooping. They must have endured being being bitches sluts whores for these nigger thugs students until they were no longer attractive, cast aside for a fresh meat newcomers like me.

I picked up my attendance sheets and went to my classroom. I stood in front of my desk and stared at the blue panties that I had worn yesterday. They were prominently displayed in the middle of my desk. They had been moved. I assume that the janitor had inspected them last night.

I put my purse away. I put my attendance sheets down and went over my lesson plan. I don't know why. I wasn't teaching anyone anything. I could stand up in front of my class and recite dirty limericks and those kids wouldn't even realize it.

The first bell rang and the guard let the kids in through the front door. I heard the noise build in the hallway as they swarmed in like locusts. They started filing into the room almost immediately. The looks on their faces as they came in and headed for their seats was really disturbing. The girls looked at me and it was obvious that they thought that I was some kind of slut and lower than dirt.

The boys leered and they too thought that I was some kind of slut. But they thought that was a good thing. Their eyes explored my body so intensely that I could almost feel them.

I wanted to pull my skirt down and hold the sides of my blouse together and cover myself. But I knew that I couldn't. I knew that they were not aware that there was nothing but me under my much too short skirt. At least not yet. But I was extremely self-conscious about not wearing underwear. I felt nearly naked. Unfortunately, that wasn't far from wrong.

No one spoke to me directly. But I heard many disparaging comments as they filed past me. I heard the word cunt more than once.

One of the students finally noticed my panties on my desk. He laughed loudly and reached down and picked them up. He held them up and spread them out, displaying them to the class. He yelled out excitedly, "Hey! Look at this! Anyone recognize these?!"

I must have been as red as a can of paint. I was just about to try to grab them from him. Before I could he sniffed at them obscenely, tossed them back onto my desk and headed for his seat.

Everyone was aware of them now. And everyone was aware that I left them right where they landed in the middle of my desk. I didn't have to be a mind reader to know what they were all thinking.

It was almost time for the final bell and Jamal had not come in yet. I was starting to hope that he had decided to skip school today. Or better yet, he had been arrested.

But just as the bell was about to ring I saw him standing out in the hall talking with one of the male teachers. The bell rang and they stood there talking in the empty hallway for a moment longer before they turned and smiled at me and shook hands. They separated and Jamal came in.

I got to my feet and went over and shut the door. I returned to my usual place in the front of the class. I forced myself to think about my lesson plan and not the underwear on my desk or the events of yesterday.

Jamal just watched me with that smirk on his face until the class was about half over. I was starting to think that he was going to leave me alone, at least until the school day was over.

God I'm stupid!

I had paused in my lecture to look down at my book when I heard Jamal's voice. He sounded so polite, so respectful. He asked, "Excuse me, Alice. I just wanted to tell you how lovely you look today. Your new look is really becoming. I oughta have one of those television shows that tells people how to dress."

There was a wave of muffled laughter from the other students.

I wasn't laughing. I felt like I had been punched in the stomach. I knew that it was starting again. Now it was just a question of how humiliating it was going to be. How much of my body will he expose to my class?

Jamal had paused to give everyone a chance to turn their attention to the front of the classroom. He was smiling so innocently. I wanted to kill him. No, I just wanted to run out of the room. Well, maybe a little of both.

The room had gotten deathly quiet. The other students realized that the show was starting again. I noticed that the only time it was quiet was when my tormentor was at work on me.

Jamal continued, "Aren't you a lot more comfortable now that I've taken you under my wing and helped you dress a lot sexier? It's pretty warm in here, too. So you must be a lot cooler with no underwear on. Aren't you, Alice?"

I heard the class laughing at me and I saw the expectant look on their faces. They were enjoying the hell out of this. The girls even looked like they enjoyed watching Jamal humiliate and degrade me.

I stood there shaking like a small animal in a trap, totally helpless to defend myself.

Jamal waited a second and then he said, "Come over here, Alice. I'm curious about something."

I shook my head and whispered, "Please Jamal. Please, not again."

He just stared at me, never changing expressions. He knew I was going to obey.

I hesitated for as long as I dared. But after a moment I took a deep breath and walked slowly towards him. I heard the excited buzz of conversation around the room as I obeyed him.

When I was standing in front of his desk he looked up at me and asked, "Alice, I was just wondering. You remember yesterday don't you? You remember when I put my hand on your pussy and it was all wet? I was wondering, since you don't have any panties on today and you are getting lots of fresh air on your pussy, if you were managing to keep dry."

He leaned forward and reached out and pulled me around to stand at his side. And again I didn't resist. I stood there with my eyes closed so that I wouldn't have to see the faces of my students. Jamal's hand came to rest on my calf and slowly worked its way up over my knee and up my thigh. When his hand was half way up my thigh he said, "Spread your legs, Alice. I need more room here."

I sobbed and shook my head. But I obeyed.

His hand continued working its way up to my crotch. But just before he touched my pussy he stopped and said, "This is in my way."

He reached out with both hands and pushed my skirt all the way up to my waist in front of the entire class. I heard the obscene comments and I felt the boy that was sitting behind me place his hand on my ass. I could hear the girls sitting nearby laughing loudly at my total humiliation.

Jamal put his hand back on my thigh and moved it slowly back up until his finger touched my pussy. His finger sawed back and forth along my slit and he said, "This is a good look for you Alice. I think that you have a little too much hair for a blonde, though. I want you to do me a favor tonight, okay? I'd like you to go ahead and shave all of this hair off down here. Will you do that for me? I'm sure you'll be a lot cooler if you do that."

Several of the boys nearby got a hearty laugh out of that.

Jamal didn't wait for me to answer. He turned his attention back to his fingers and my pussy. I felt his finger enter me and several of the girls nearby squealed in excitement as they watched me being assaulted in front of my entire class.

Jamal's finger sawed in and out of my pussy. Everyone sitting nearby could easily tell how wet I was. He looked up at me and said, "Damn, Alice! You're still pretty juicy down here. I guess it didn't help much to leave your underwear at home. Still, I'm sure you are much more comfortable this way. Maybe there is something else we can try to cool you down a little. I know, how about this?"

His finger on his right hand continued to saw into me while he raised his left hand and unbuttoned several more buttons on my already dangerously open blouse. When it was unbuttoned to my waist he reached up and pushed it down off of my shoulders and it slid down until it caught at my elbows.

I was crying quietly now. The tears were running down my cheeks and dripping down onto my exposed breasts.

I heard chairs scraping against the floor around the room. The other students were gathering around for a better look at my exposed body.

Just when I thought that things were as bad as they could get, Jamal began to tease my clit with his thumb. I fought against it with all of my might. But I was soon shivering and sobbing and cumming all at the same time.

I cried out in several orgasms and would have fallen to the floor if I had not reached out to support myself on Jamal's shoulder. He kept it up until I came twice. There was no mistaking it either. I was whining and crying out like a wild creature in pain. My body was twitching out of control at the hands of this teenage thug. The added humiliation made me more hornier than ever!

When he finally pulled his fingers free he reached up, pulled my head down closer and stuck them into my mouth. He quietly ordered me to suck them clean as if it was the most natural thing in the world. I leaned over him unsteadily and obeyed without thinking, sucking his fingers like they were cocks while the class looked on in amusement.

He let me humiliate myself like that for a minute or so. Then he pulled his fingers out of my mouth and said quietly, "I think that you should thank me, Alice. Most of us don't get to have this much fun in school. You are pretty lucky you know. Not many teachers have students that are as concerned with their comfort as I am with yours."

I was still sobbing quietly, but I managed to say thank you. I didn't say it loud enough, though. I had to say it twice more before I said it loud enough to please him.

At last he said, "You're welcome, Alice. Now you better pull yourself together. The bell is just about to ring. You wouldn't want to have the kids in your next class think you were a slut would you?"

Everyone in the class laughed at that. I hurriedly pulled my blouse back up over my breasts and buttoned it. I straightened out my skirt and wiped my eyes. I finished just as the bell rang.

The kids filed out around us. Jamal remained in his seat, staring at me. As the boys filed out behind me most of them grabbed my ass and gave it a quick squeeze or reached into my blouse and squeezed a breast or pinched and pulled on one of my nipples. I just stood there, crying quietly again and praying for the earth to open up and swallow me.

When everyone else had left the room and the kids from my next class were beginning to enter the room, Jamal finally got to his feet. He walked past me to my desk, spread my panties out in the center of my desk blotter and said, "Leave them just like that. They need airing out."

Jamal finally left. I took a deep breath and turned to look at my panties in the center of my desk. Not everyone coming into the room noticed them. But many did and with each person that saw my underwear spread out on my desk on display I was diminished a little more.

I don't know that I ever had any hope of reaching any of these kids when I came here to teach. To be honest, I had been more concerned for myself when I found out I would be teaching in this school than I was for any of the students. There was no hope of getting through to any of these kids now, though. I was nothing more than a sex toy now. I no longer came here to teach. I came here to be humiliated, degraded, abused, assaulted, raped, anything but teach.

Several times during the day, as classes filed in and out of my room I was groped by male students. I had begun to recognize the members of Jamal's little gang. Most of the boys that molested me were a part of that gang. Not all of them, but most. Others probably saw that I permitted it or had heard what was happening in my class and just took advantage of the situation.

Nothing like what happened in my first class at the hands of Jamal was repeated in my next two classes, though.

At lunch time I closed my door after everyone left and got out my sandwich and water. I sat staring at my lunch, sitting right in front of my panties on my blotter. I realized that if I were to try to eat anything now I would probably throw up. My nerves were shot and I was not at all sure that I was not on the verge of having a nervous breakdown.

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