black students BULLY white teacher 4

ohhh I was mugged and molested by interracial lowlifes.

Things were about to get worse. The door to my classroom suddenly opened and Jamal came in, followed closely by and older black thug that I thought was a teacher he had been talking with in the hallway before first period this morning.

Jamal closed the door and locked it and they walked over to my desk. I stood up and faced them. As soon as I saw Jamal, and saw him lock my door, I knew that something bad was going to happen. I watched them approach me and waited nervously to see what this was all about.

I didn't have long to wait. Jamal said, "Alice, this is Cord. I owed him money. You haven't met him have you?"
His cover is to pretend to be the school maintenance but he is the one appointed by our gang leader who delivers crack supplies to this school. Since I can't pay him yet I told him you would pay my debt for me!

I shook my head. I hadn't met any of the other teachers so I thought he was a teacher. Mr. Cord was a short, middle aged black man. He was balding and he was very out of shape. He was only about five feet, eight inches tall but he must have weighed close to two hundred and fifty pounds.

Jamal said, "Terrible things will be done by our gang boss if the debt is not paid. Especially if I passed that responsibility to you! I don't expect that I'll have any trouble getting the debts paid. Will I, Alice?"

There was only one answer, of course. I shook my head. I was too nervous to speak.

Jamal continued, "That's good, Alice. The problem is I don't generally do very well in keeping tabs in managing my business finances either. I'm just terrible at remembering all of those names and dates if I pocketed the money I should have remitted. So I had a heart to heart talk with Mr. Cord and we worked out a little deal. You are going to take your clothes off and bend over your desk and let Mr. Cord fuck you and he is going to allow me a pass the buck to you. While you don't have the money yet your virgin body will do just fine. It's really nice of you to help me out like this, Alice. Now take your clothes off."

I was frozen. I stared at them in disbelief. How could he pass me to him and expect me to be going along with this hoodlum?!

But then I realized he has videos of me. It is not good to be on the bad side of these black gangs. I might end up much worse then just a homeless girl in the clutches of these evil men. I have no choice I'm going to have to go along with this hoodlum!!

Jamal waited a minute for me to obey. When I didn't move he said, "Alice, if I have to take your clothes off you will probably end up losing another button or two."

I looked at the determined expression on Jamal's face, and the look of lust on Mr. Cord's face. I knew that my situation was hopeless.

The tears were running down my cheeks again as I pulled my blouse out of my skirt and unbuttoned it. I took it off and placed it on the corner of my desk. I unrolled the waistband of my skirt and unfastened it. I let it slide down over my hips and I stepped out of it. I kept my eyes down now and stared at the floor as I dropped my skirt on my desk. I couldn't stand to look at Mr. Cord's face.

Jamal waited until I was naked. He allowed a couple of minutes for Mr. Cord to enjoy the view of my naked body. Then he said, "You should get down on your knees, Alice. Get down there and get his cock ready so he can fuck you. That's a good girl."

I dropped to my knees and struggled with Mr. Cord's clothing. It was difficult because of the way his big belly hung over his belt. I pulled his pants and his shorts down and took his already hard cock into my mouth. I sucked his nasty cock for less than a minute before he pushed me away and said, "Not so fast, bitch. I want to cum in your cunt. Get up on the desk and lay on your back. I want to watch your little titties jiggle while I fuck you."

I stood up and stepped over to my desk. I moved my lunch out of the way. My tears were rolling off of my cheeks and falling onto my blotter and the blue panties spread out there for everyone to see. I turned around and slowly leaned back on my desk. Mr. Cord moved into position between my thighs. He grinned down at me as he lined up his cock and forced it into me quickly.

I closed my eyes as he pushed his cock inside of me. He reached out and twisted my nipple and said, "Open your eyes, bitch. I want you to see how much fun I'm having."

I opened my eyes and watched his average sized cock slide into my body. I took note of the fact that I was wet again. His cock entered me easily and when he pulled it out again it was glistening with my juices.

As disgusting as he was, and as humiliating as this situation was, I couldn't deny that his cock felt very good when he entered me. It had been a long time I never had enjoyed that erotic feeling of fullness that a woman gets when her pussy is full of a hot flesh, instead of thrusting a vibrator.

His strokes quickly became more and more brutal and Mr. Cord was getting his wish. My tits were swaying and bouncing violently. He didn't last very long. He started swearing and calling me names and then he grabbed my thighs and held me tight while he slammed his cock into me. He grunted loudly, pounded his cock into me several more times and filled me with his vile cum.

Although it felt nice to have a cock in me after so long of being contented with my small bullet vibrator, I was nowhere near the point of having an orgasm. I was just relieved that this latest humiliation was over. Mr. Cord pulled his cock free after a minute or so and pulled his pants back on. Without another word to me, Jamal and Mr. Cord left the room, talking about me and discussing my juicy cunt as if I were just a piece of meat, and how they were going to make more money out of me aside from the malversation of funds that caused his debt.

I rushed over and locked the door. I used a handful of tissue to clean myself. I had a plastic sandwich bag in my purse with a supply of moist towelettes. I used a few of them to clean myself off and then I dressed quickly. I put my uneaten lunch away and in a daze I stared down at my panties, still spread out on the desk. Finally I snapped out of it and rushed over and unlocked the door just as the bell rang.

My first class in the afternoon was pretty bad. Word about me must be spreading through the student body like wildfire. More than a few of my students stopped on the way to their seats to pull my blouse open and look down at my breasts before moving on. It was no longer just the hoodlums in Jamal's gang molesting me. Especially the black kids, they would not just take a peek but pinch and pull at my sensitive nipples causing me to wince or blurt out an uncontrolled moan which humiliated me further. I can hear them whispering to each other "slut" "bitch" "whore", making me secretly wet which I try to prevent from overflowing in my seat!

Everyone saw what was happening and I had the impression that they all knew about the degrading acts that Jamal was making me perform. Several of the boys also stopped to pick up my panties and show them around before putting them back down carefully and spreading them out neatly.

More than a few of them did more than look. I felt hands on my bare thighs and hands on my ass. One boy even reached inside my blouse and held my breast for a moment as he smiled at me, daring me to object. Then twisting it suddenly that i almost came then and there from the sudden pain and arousal.

The second class of the afternoon was worse, though. Tyrell came in and stood behind me as the other students filed in and stared at me while making their way to their seats. He put his arms around my waist and pressed up against my back, rubbing himself against my ass.

He waited until everyone was seated and then, in a quiet but conversational tone of voice he said, "Jamal told us all about what happened to you in first period. You must be pretty turned on right now. And I heard you didn't cum when Cord fucked you at lunch time, either. You must really need a good hard cock right about now. Are you feeling horny, Alice? Do you need me to bring you to orgasm? I'll finish the job the old fuck could not do!"

As he spoke quietly in my ear his hands came up and cupped my breasts, right there in front of my class. Except for a few obscene remarks the entire class had gone quiet and they were staring in awe as I allowed Tyrell to molest me.

It was starting again. I didn't know what to do. I whispered desperately, "No! I'm not horny! Now please, go sit down! Please, Tyrell. I don't deserve this!"

To my utter astonishment, he actually dropped his arms and moved back to his seat, half way up the center aisle.

When the bell rang I closed the door. I moved to the front of the class to start my lecture. Unlike every other class that I had taught up until now, the kids were all staring at me and sitting absolutely still. There wasn't a sound except for my shaky voice.

I had only just started speaking, though, when Tyrell stood up and moved to the door at the front of the room. I heard the loud click as he turned the lock. Then he strolled casually over and sat on my desk right behind me.

I turned to look at him, dreading whatever was about to happen to me.

He smiled. He didn't have that smug, self-centered, arrogant look that was Jamal's constant expression. He actually had a nice smile. There was something in his cold eyes, though, that scared the hell out of me.

He let me stand there and shake in fear for a moment. Then he said, "I hear that you get overheated in here, Alice. I guess you aren't used to being in a school on the poor side of town where we can't get air conditioning. You must have spent all of your school years in schools for rich white kids with swimming pools and football fields and air conditioning. I bet you even got to use school books that were from this century. Don't worry, Alice. We don't hold that against you. In fact we feel sorry for you. So we are going to help you stay cool while you're teaching our class. Get your ass over here!"

I stood ten feet away and whispered, "Please, Tyrell! Please don't do this to me."

He smiled and responded quietly, "It's for your own good, Alice. Now don't make me say it again. I would hate to have to spank you in front of the whole class."

I took a step and stumbled. My legs almost gave out. I was terrified of what I already knew was to come. I caught myself and regained my balance. Then I slowly stepped forward to stand in front of Tyrell.

He smiled at me and if I didn't know what was coming I would have been comforted by that smile. But I knew that the smile was just a mask.

He sat there on the front of my desk and said, "Hand me your blouse, Alice."
I hesitated then he spanked me.
Being seen to be dominated in class was too humiliating I regretted my hesitation.
For the third time this day my breasts were about to be bared in my classroom!

I pulled the blouse out of my skirt. With shaking fingers I slowly unbuttoned the few remaining buttons. After taking a deep breath to steady myself I slid my blouse off and handed it to Tyrell.

I heard the murmuring behind me as I stood topless in my classroom.

Tyrell set my blouse down and said, "The skirt, Alice."

I slowly removed it as well. He took it from my hands and I felt the entire class staring at my ass now. The entire class was sitting behind me staring at my naked body in total silence.

Tyrell reached down and his fingers moved over my slit.

I was already on the verge of tears again. But when I realized how wet my pussy was as I was humiliated in front of my class once more the flood gates opened. The tears rolled down my cheeks and fell onto my exposed breasts.

He smiled that nice smile of his and said, "As soon as class is over we are going to make up for that lousy fuck that Cord threw you. Jamal will be coming back with the rest of the guys and we are all going to fuck you break you in real good. I'd love to fuck you right now, right here with the whole class watching. But I promised Jamal that he could go first. I guess that's only fair. You are his cunt. He broke you. I'm going to be second, though. I bet that is one tight little pussy you have there. But after we've finished with your hole it will be stretched so wide that no white boy is going to be interested in you anymore!"
I shuddered at the thought but my genitals were twitching in further anticipation to be ruined by their giant black cocks! I felt the combinations of dread and arousal!

He slid off of my desk and turned me around to face the class. He said, "Okay, Alice. I'm going to take my seat now. You go ahead and teach us all about English."

I stood in that spot without moving for the rest of the class and recited the lesson, all the while staring over the heads of the students in their seats. I couldn't look them in the eyes, I couldn't face them. I tried with all of my might to ignore the crude, insulting remarks and the jokes. Conscious of my shame standing in front of lowlife students my slit gradually leaked some precum and it traced down to my legs. "Hey look the cunt is getting turned on being seen naked!" They laughed at my humiliation further making it hard for me to control my leakage! I felt like reluctant porn star putting on a show for them!

I realized that no one was listening to my lecture. On the other hand, they hadn't listened when I was wearing clothes, either. At least they weren't asking questions. I could try to make believe that they weren't there. I didn't have to look at them.

Tyrell had made me undress shortly after class started. I spent nearly an hour standing naked in front of my class. I didn't know whether to be relieved or not when the bell rang. Because I knew what was coming next.

I started to turn and reach for my clothes. But Tyrell saw what I had in mind and loudly enough for the entire class to hear he said, "Don't bother, Alice. You won't need them."

Several of the filthy black and Latino boys stopped on the way out to feel me up roughly. Tyrell watched and smiled.

Tyrell called out to one of the black girls, Shanaya, as she was leaving. He told her to come over. She walked over to us, smirking just like that animal, Jamal. As she approached she looked me right in the eye and said, "You are such a fucking slut. I have never seen a bigger slut than you, and I've seen some sluts!"

Tyrell handed my attendance records to her and told her to drop them off at the office. He told her that I was going to be busy.

She grinned and said, "I wish I could stay and watch. I never seen a pretty little blonde get gang banged before."

Tyrell said, "Come on back after you drop those off. You can watch if you want. We don't mind."

She sighed and said, "I can't tonight. I gotta go to family court with my dumb brother."

Tyrell smiled and said, "Well don't worry. I imagine we'll be doing it again tomorrow. The bitch is broken now. She'll be getting lots of cock from now on."

Shanaya grinned and said, "I'll be here."

Before she left she got a serious look on her face and said, "But just to watch. I ain't gonna fuck you guys."

Tyrell shrugged and said, "I don't give a shit. Who you fuck ain't up to me."

Shanaya left with the attendance forms. Tyrell and I stood in front of my desk waiting.

All this time the classroom door was open. The hallway was crowded with students glancing in as they passed by. I was standing there naked. There were numerous loud, obscene remarks yelled out to attract even more attention to my helpless condition.

It was only a few minutes before Jamal and his gang came in and at last the door was closed and locked. My fate was sealed.

Jamal came over and stood in front of me. One of his large, rough hands came up and began caressing my breast. To my dismay it actually felt pretty damned good! While Jamal was exploring my breasts, Tyrell was standing beside him describing for him in detail how I spent the entire period teaching in the nude. Jamal and his gang of thugs got a big kick out of that.

He turned his attention back to me and asked as if he was concerned for my well being, "Cord wasn't much of a fuck, was he? Well don't worry if you be pimped as his bitch, Alice. We are going to make it up to you. I've been thinking about how much fun it was going to be to fuck you since I saw you on Monday. I knew the minute I saw you that you didn't have a spine. You have needed someone to tell you what to do all your life. You think you are having a terrible time. You think you are a victim of a rowdy gang of black teenagers. But your pussy is leaking like a sieve. Isn't it, Alice? You love this shit. You love being humiliated like this. You have never been so turned on in your spoiled little life have you?"

I shook my head violently and screamed, "NO!! I hate this! I hate you! I hate all of you!"

Jamal just smiled and calmly replied, "No, Alice. You are saying that because that is what you are supposed to think. That was what they taught you to think when you were growing up. That isn't how you really feel, though. Reach down and stick your finger in your cunt and pull your clit then show it to me."

I didn't move right away he slapped me then grabbed my breasts twisted it towards him like a bully would pull on a collar! I almost came from what he did, then he snapped, "Do it!"

I reluctantly obeyed him. I knew what I was going to find. I slid my finger into my hot, wet pussy and then pulled my clitoris out, sopping wet. I pulled it up to show him and I could not have been more embarrassed combined with a mixture of pain and ecstacy.

He suddenly pulled my hand off making me jolt a little in pain from the quick momentary stretching of my clit "ouch!"
He guided my finger to my lips and I sucked it clean as he stared into my eyes. Then he said, "Poor Alice. You have been a slut all of these years and didn't even know it. We're doing you a favor here."

Jamal put his large, strong hands around my waist. He lifted me up easily and put me down on my desk as if I was weightless. I groaned in fear as he began to remove his pants and underwear. At least I'm pretty sure it was fear.

When it was released from his clothing his hard cock pointed nearly straight up and was throbbing violently. Lube of precum was covering the fat head and dripping down the shaft.

He stood between my knees and stared into my eyes. He took my hand and wrapped it around his cock. I couldn't help but notice how small and how starkly white my hand looked against his large black cock. He smiled and said, "This is what you need. You are going to have to fuck Cord and a few others from time to time. But you don't have to enjoy it. You will do that for me because you have to."

"Me and my friends here, though, you are going to love fucking us. All these young healthy cocks are going to feel so good in your sweet pussy! You're going to want to marry all eight of us! By the end of this hour you are going to be the happiest teacher in this fucked up rundown school."

He leaned forward and put his hand behind my head. He placed his lips on mine and we started kissing. While we kissed he edged closer until his cock was rubbing against my belly. He grabbed my legs and pulled me closer to the edge of the desk. Then he spread my legs and broke the kiss long enough to say, "Put it in, Alice. Put the head of my cock inside of your pretty cunt. I'm going to fuck you now. I'm going to give you what you need, what you have needed since you were a little girl."

He put his lips back on mine and as his tongue forced its way between my lips I guided the head of his cock to my pussy. As soon as he felt the head of his cock slip into me he started sliding it in slowly.

I groaned in pleasure. I couldn't help it and I detested myself for giving in so easily. But as much as I hated him, and as much as I hated being raped, gang raped, in front of all these boys, damn that felt good when his big cock started stretching out the walls of my sopping wet pussy!!

His cock was long and hard and virile. His hard body was athletic and in great shape. He was tall and strong and muscular and so overpowering. I hated to admit it, but being taken against my will like this was really turning me on. I'm sorry. I know that I will probably have my women's lib ID card taken away. But there is just something about this terrible act that appeals to something deep down inside of me. Something about the idea that I am being ordered around and raped by boy thug like this was incredibly exciting, and I was only just now coming to realize it for the first time in my life. It struck right at the animal core of me.

I didn't have to worry about him finding out. He already seemed to realize it. The shock was mine when I finally came to realize it. I refused to show it though.

Jamal kept his hand behind my head and held me upright with our faces inches apart when he wasn't actually kissing me. He stroked his cock into me, long, slow, demanding strokes as his eyes stared into mine. I had surrendered to him on Monday and he knew it. He could have fucked me then. He had purposely drawn it out until this afternoon. He and his friends were enjoying degrading me as much as they had enjoyed making me suck their cocks yesterday. And as much as they were all going to enjoy fucking me this afternoon.

Life as I knew it was over now. My body no longer belonged to me. It hadn't since Monday. But this was the first time that I had acknowledged it to myself. I had read about women who enjoyed being treated like this, fantasized about it, got off on it. But I was never one of them. I couldn't deny what I was feeling, though. I may hate Jamal and his friends and what they are doing to me. But that cock moving in and out of me felt so fucking good right now! He knew it too. They all knew it. I am now turning into a willing black cock slut nymphomaniac sex slave! My body, even my earnings will now be his! I cannot marry or have a family of my own anymore except to be blacbred by these lowlife creeps!

Jamal started speeding up and his free hand started manipulating my breast. He wasn't caressing me. He was squeezing, pulling, mauling. As though he was in a hurry to deform it and make it sag like the other spent up old hag white teachers I saw! It hurt like hell to have your breasts stretched twisted like this. But it sent shockwaves of pleasure directly to my clit. I orgasmed for each painful pull and twist!

I came several times before he did. There was no hiding it, either. I threw my head back and though I bit my lip to keep from crying out I still came loudly, moaning and groaning and fighting to keep from screaming out loud that my voice might be heard outside the room.

Jamal cried out, too. He leaned forward and raped my mouth with his tongue, just the way he was raping my pussy with his hard cock. After several violent strokes he tensed up and I knew that he was filling me with his cum. I shuddered in forced pleasure and then we stayed like that for a long moment with his cock still buried deep inside of me. He spat in my mouth. I instinctively swallowed due to my climax! I am turning out to be a real cunt whore!

He sighed loudly and straightened up. Even though I had my eyes closed I knew that he was staring at my face. I wanted to cry. I wanted to run and hide. But the aftershocks of my orgasm were still coursing through my body and I felt my body shiver uncontrollably several times before he finally pulled free.

Tyrell took his place as soon as he was out of the way. Tyrell didn't support my upper torso the way Jamal had when he fucked me. I was soon lying on my back on my desk. I could feel my blue panties under my back. He reached down and lifted my legs and draped them over his shoulders and began to fuck me brutally.

My breasts began to move violently as we fucked and I saw one of the boys coming in close with the movie camera and recording the action. My heart jumped into my throat for a second. But then I realized that it didn't matter anymore. Nothing really mattered anymore. Life as I knew it, or thought I knew it, was over.

I reached up and supported my breasts with my hands. But I didn't just hold them. I caressed them. I pinched and pulled at my nipples and I started cumming again long before Tyrell did.

Jamal and Tyrell were the only two boys whose names I knew. The others were just a part of the background to me. They all blended together as they took their turns fucking me on my desk, one right after the other. Some of them were larger, some smaller, some rough, some slow and gentle. But it was basically just one long hour of fucking for me. I didn't cum with all of them. With most of them I did. I no longer tried to hide it. Not that I had ever been successful at hiding it anyway.
I acted like a runaway bitch whore screaming in ecstacy without a care in the world if my reputation would be ruined. If I would be seen in the internet.

I didn't even bother to keep track of who was fucking me and how many were left. But at long at last it was over. They had all had their turn. Or at least I thought it was over. Jamal had another surprise in store for me, though.

I was lying on my desk, surrounded by the boys that had just raped me. The room was quiet but for a few crude comments about my pussy and the mess on my desk. I heard the door open suddenly and I looked up to see Jamal coming back into the classroom followed closely by the security guard.

I panicked for a second. Then I thought maybe I was being saved. What can I say, I'm still a blonde.

It turned out that Jamal was using me as a bribe to make sure that he and his friends had no trouble with security in their illicit businesses.

The guard came closer and looked down at my tired, naked body. He stared down at my well fucked and very messy pussy. He and the boys commented on my various assets and joked about me while I just lay there, waiting for the next indignity.

Jamal handed me my blouse and ordered me to clean my crotch of all of the cum that was draining out of me. Then he stepped back and said, "She's all yours, man."

The guard smiled and asked, "That cunt looks pretty fucking sloppy. Can I fuck her ass?"

Jamal replied, "No, not yet. She hasn't been broken in yet. Next time. Or she'll suck your cock if you want."

I wasn't really paying attention. What they were saying bothered me. But it was just one more indignity, one more in a long line of rapes. It didn't really matter now.

The guard dropped his pants and shorts and came closer. He rested his surprisingly large cock on my well fucked but still very sensitive pussy and sawed it gently back and forth several times before he nestled the head of it at my opening and began pushing it in. His cock was large enough that I might have had trouble taking it into my body a week ago. Not now, though. It was large, but not abnormally large. It still felt good. Even after the eight boys that had just fucked me. I didn't think that I would be able to have another orgasm. It turns out that I underestimated my capabilities, and the guard's. I came several more times as the security guard fucked me violently.

He leaned over me staring down at me and calling me nasty names. He fucked me hard, a punishing, brutal stroke that almost hurt as his pelvis slammed into me. He had to keep pulling me back to his side of the desk. I was sliding all over the place.

Just before he came he reached out with both hands. He grabbed my breasts and squeezed violently. He was using my breasts like handles to hold me in place and as horrible as it was I came one last time.

He left his cock in me until it was soft. My pussy made an embarrassing noise when he finally pulled out of me. Not that I could be any more embarrassed than I was already. The guard stepped back and looked down at his messy cock. Then he reached out and grabbed my hair. He used my hair as a handle and pulled me off the desk roughly. He immediately pushed me to my knees. It didn't take much. My knees were so weak that I would have had trouble standing.

He ordered me to clean up the mess that I had made. I started to turn to my desk to reach for my already soiled blouse when he slapped my head with a glancing blow and repeated his command.

I looked up at him, not realizing at first what he meant.

He grinned down at me and said, "What the hell do you think you got a tongue for? You stupid cunt!"

I just stared at him in shock for a second. He started to draw his hand back to slap my head again. I came to my senses and quickly leaned forward. I started licking his messy, smelly crotch. I gagged a few times at first. But after a moment or two I guess I got used to it.

As I worked at his crotch with my tongue the boy with the camera came closer and filmed it all in detail. I just ignored him. I was anxious to get this over with and go home to my whiskey.

When he was satisfied that his crotch was clean enough he stepped back, pulled his pants back up and put his clothing back in order. Jamal ordered me to get dressed and he and the security guard stepped out of the room for a moment.

I picked up my filthy, smelly blouse but before I could put it on Tyrell told me to use it to clean my cunt one last time. I looked down at the small trail of cum leaking out of me and carefully wiped it up. I put my sticky blouse on and reached for my skirt. I was still pretty shaky. I almost fell over when I was trying to step into it. I finally managed to pull it up, tuck my blouse in and button the skirt. I rolled the waistband over again, raising the hem to satisfy my audience.

I stood there, waiting for someone to tell me what to do. The smell of cum was nearly overpowering and my blouse stuck to me uncomfortably in several places. A couple of the boys were talking among themselves about something. I have trouble understanding these kids when they talk among themselves. It's like they almost speak English, but not quite.

Jamal finally came back in and walked over to me. He grinned and said, "Damn girl! You stink!"

I wasn't thinking too clearly at the moment. But I still thought of a couple of appropriate responses to that stupid remark. I knew better, though. I just waited for permission to leave.

He looked me over one last time and said, "Okay, get your ass out of here. You had to fuck the security guard so he wouldn't say anything about my illegal business and our little after school parties, or about your car being left late in the parking lot. I guess you will probably have to fuck him once a week or so. But what the hell! It's just pussy, right? It ain't like you're going to use it up."

I nodded. What else could I do?

He grinned and said, "Don't forget to shave tonight, bitch. I want to see that snatch as bald as a baby's when you come in tomorrow. Now get the fuck out of here."

I went around my desk and pulled out the drawer where I kept my purse. I grabbed it and left quickly, before someone came up with some other way to degrade me.

The guard unlocked the front door and leered at me as I brushed past him. I shuddered as I stepped out of the building and was finally free for another evening. I walked around the building to the parking lot and saw that mine was the only car remaining in the lot. I wondered what Mr. Wiggins would think of that.

I drove home quickly. But then I was forced to sit in my car and wait while a couple of men stood nearby and discussed football. I was dying to take a shower. But I could not bring myself to get out and walk by them smelling like I did, or looking this way. I just couldn't do it.

They finally moved away. I got out and hurried inside. I went right to the bathroom. I dropped my two small articles of clothing on the floor and as soon as the water was hot I climbed into the shower. I stood under the spray as hot as I could stand it.

I had started crying as soon as I entered my small apartment. Now, as I shampooed my hair I was crying harder and louder and as I started soaping my abused body with bodywash I was nearly hysterical. I leaned back against the shower wall and slid down and sat on the floor, holding my face in my hands and sobbing uncontrollably like a little girl.

I finally got myself under control. No. That isn't entirely correct. I cried myself out. I was nowhere near under control. I was just about to shut the water off and step out when I remembered what I had to do. I lathered up my pubic hair and, using the razor that I normally use for my underarms, I tried shaving my hair off. I realized right away that it wasn't that simple. I stepped out of the shower, grabbed a pair of scissors and started cutting my pubic hair as close as I dared.

I had to hurry. I had already been in the shower too long and the water was starting to get cool. I dropped the scissors on the floor outside of the shower and soaped my pubic area up again. This time I managed to shave it clean without too much trouble. By the time I finished and rinsed off the water was running cold. I hurriedly dried off and put on my robe in order to warm up.

Despite everything that had happened to me this week, and especially today, I was hungry for the first time since I started teaching at that school. Well, I don't suppose you could really call what I do there teaching. I had finally stopped crying and my mind seemed to be functioning in a more or less normal fashion. I went out to my small kitchen and took a frozen dinner out of the freezer and stuck it in the microwave.

As I waited for it to heat up I tried to remember the last time I had eaten in a restaurant. It had been a long time. I didn't like going out alone. I know. Nobody enjoys going out to a restaurant alone. But I think it's even harder for a woman. It didn't matter though. It would be several weeks before I got my first paycheck, if I survived that long.

It didn't help that I had never really learned to cook much beyond hot dogs, hamburgers and macaroni and cheese, your basic dorm food. So cold cuts and frozen dinners were pretty much what I ate.

I had to really watch my money until that first paycheck arrived. But god! I would have loved to have been able to call up and order a pizza!

I sat there, picking at my meal which smelled a lot better than it tasted. I couldn't help thinking about the horrible, unimaginable things that had happened to me today. I also couldn't help thinking about how I had reacted. I could not count how many orgasms I had while being raped by all of those young men this afternoon.

It isn't just the after school gangbang that I couldn't get out of my mind, though. I kept thinking about being forced to undress, being totally exposed to my entire class. I could close my eyes and see myself naked during my first and last periods of the day. I could see the looks on the faces of the students who, although they were still not listening to me, were certainly watching!

I can remember as a young girl, seeing a movie with strippers in the background. They didn't really show them, not totally nude anyway. But my eyes had been drawn to them. I had tried to imagine what it must be like to take off my clothes in front of a room full of dirty old men for money. What I was doing now was worse, much worse. The trouble that I could get into was worse, too. I couldn't even imagine what would happen to me if it became known that I had undressed in front of two classrooms full of students today and allowed my students to run their hands over my body at will.

I thought about how much trouble I could get into and I thought about the odds of two entire class rooms full of teenagers keeping what I had done to themselves. I realized that there was no way that this wasn't going to get out. Kids talk! I was dead. I might as well start looking for a job as a real stripper.

I finished my dinner. I washed my knife and fork and put them away. I poured myself another strong drink and went in and sat down in front of the television. I turned it on and looked down. My robe had come open below the belt and my bald pussy was exposed. It looked so strange without hair on it. I leaned forward and took a closer look. I was surprised. It had only been a little more than two hours since I had been subjected to all of that horrible sexual abuse. But I could see no sign that I had just been gang raped in my classroom.

My pussy wasn't red or swollen. It didn't hurt. It looked just like it had this morning, except for the hair of course. I gingerly stuck a finger inside of myself and it felt entirely normal. I realized that I had a new problem though. I wasn't too worried about getting pregnant from all of that fucking this afternoon. My period was due in less than a week. I was going to have to get back on the pill.

I wondered what would happen when my period started. Would they leave me alone for a week? I somehow doubted that was a possibility. They were having too much fun humiliating me to stop now.

I may not be as bright as I always thought I was. But I was smart enough to realize that it was just as much about the humiliation as it was about the sex.

I kept trying to focus on the television and take my mind off of the horrible things that were being done to me. But it just didn't work. I didn't even know what was on. I just kept thinking about standing in front of that sea of young black faces. As far as I knew I was the only white person in that building. I could not get the expressions on the faces of all of those kids out of my mind, the looks of amusement, the cruel pleasure that they were taking from my torment. For some reason it was the looks on the faces of the girls that disturbed me most.

The boys were predictable. They were teenage boys and I was a naked woman, a sex toy now. Of course the boys were excited about that.

The girls though, I would have expected them to be upset, shocked, embarrassed to be in the room, maybe even sympathetic. I would have been all of those things if I had seen something like that when I was their age. Hell, I would have run out of the room when I was senior in college if I had seen a woman undressing!

Not these girls, though. They seemed to enjoy my suffering just as much as the boys did. I didn't understand that reaction. I would never understand that reaction.

I gave up and turned off the television. I was just about to go to my bedroom when the phone rang. I was almost afraid to pick it up. I was pretty sure that it was my mother, though. She sometimes called me when my father wasn't around and we talked for a few minutes. She didn't like the rift that had developed and seemed to keep growing between my father and me.

Neither did I for that matter. I hated it now more than ever. If it were not for that deep chasm that existed between my father and me, I might have been able to quit this horrible teaching job on Monday when Jamal and his friends had first accosted me.

I was trapped now, though. I was digging the hole deeper every day, too. I thought about that movie camera that had recorded the degrading things that I had done. I thought about standing in front of my class and removing my clothes. I knew that it would look like everything that I had done had been done voluntarily. And I knew that from now on I couldn't do anything but what I had done already. I had only one option left to me now, surrender.

There had been several stories in the news lately about female teachers having sex with their underage students. What I had done was so much worse. They would put me under the jail if it came out that I had stripped in front of two of my classes and then fucked eight of my students on my desk after school let out for the day!

I spoke briefly with my mother. Our relationship was strained, too. But we stayed in touch. I assured her that I was doing fine and didn't need anything. I was lying my ass off. But it was what she wanted to hear. There was no way that I could have every told her the truth.

We only talked for a few minutes and then I went to my bedroom and got out the clothes I was going to wear tomorrow. I set out one of my new miniskirts and then looked through my tops. I selected a blouse and this time I tried it on before I cut the buttons off. I realized that for me, modesty was a thing of the past. But I still found it difficult to contemplate leaving the house with my skirt almost up to my ass and my breasts nearly exposed.

I left unbuttoned the buttons I would be forced to remove to get an idea of how it would look. You would think that I would be getting used to it by now. I wasn't. I leaned forward and rested my hands on my dresser and saw how much of my cleavage was exposed. Until forced by Jamal I had never gone out in public like this. My bathing suit didn't even expose this much flesh!

I took the blouse off and carefully removed the buttons as required. I hung it up on the door frame and pulled my covers back. I sat down on my bed. I had the t-shirt that I was going to wear to bed sitting beside me. But I just sat there for a few minutes, naked, and stared down at my pussy. It looked so naked now, so totally exposed. I began to feel almost dizzy as I wondered how many people would see me naked tomorrow. I felt humiliated already, just thinking about it. That is why it was so hard for me to understand what I did next.

Instead of pulling my t-shirt on and getting comfortable and trying to read, I somehow, without really thinking about it, found myself laying back and running my vibrator slowly over my breasts and down my over my stomach toward my naked, hairless pussy.

I had probably cum more than two dozen times this afternoon while those eight boys and the security guard fucked me on my desk. Now it was all that I could think about, that and undressing in front of thirty-five teenagers. Yet instead of being horrified, or maybe despite being horrified, here I was, masturbating as I thought about it! I really didn't want to do this. Or at least my conscious mind didn't. I knew I couldn't stop it though. I didn't want to.

I closed my eyes and pictured myself undressing and standing naked, lecturing my class straight out of my lesson plan, just as if I was fully dressed. I felt the lust in their faces wash over me. Every boy in those two classes wanted to fuck me. They looked at my naked breasts and my exposed pussy and my ass and wanted to touch me and they wanted to get on top of me and put their cocks inside of me. They wanted to experience the liquid heat of my pussy and fill me with cum.

Later, after the last class of the day today, eight of them had done just that. I didn't run. I didn't scream. I didn't fight. I surrendered. I allowed those eight teenagers to do anything they wanted to me.

Now I was surrendering again. I was teasing my body with my vibrator and giving myself one incredible orgasm after another as I pictured the unimaginable things that I had done, or had done to me today. I knew that when I was finished I would be shocked by what I was doing. My conscience would be very upset with me. For the moment, though, I was seeing what those kids saw today and imagining what they thought as they looked at me, naked, standing in the front of my own classroom. And I was getting off on it.

I have no idea how many times I reached orgasm before I finally shut off my vibrator and lay there on my bed, sweating and panting like a bitch in heat. It was still early. But I fell asleep right away. I didn't rinse off my vibrator, I didn't put on my t-shirt. I didn't lay there feeling guilty and worrying about tomorrow. I just went to sleep.