Miss Davenport's New School

He paused, as if he didn't understand what I meant.

"Go there, and tell him...NOW," I explained.

It wasn't just a matter of maintaining class discipline. I was deeply offended by the suggestion that my exquisite and very natural breasts might have been purchased at a doctor's office.

As Denzel left the room, my slut sense didn't stop, but the tingling definitely diminished a little.

"Okay Robert," I said evenly, with just a touch of residual sternness. "Let's hear yours...and it had better not be as flip and rude as Denzel's."

"Actually, Miss Davenport, I don't have one," he squirmed.

"Then what were you doing while everyone else was writing their haiku?" I demanded.

"Helping Denzel with his," he snorted, struggling not to burst into laughter.

"Then you'd better go help him in Mr. Harwood's office, too," I replied.

As he walked out, the tingling decreased a little more. It didn't go away completely though. In fact, it was still buzzing pretty damn strong. So it had to be all three of them. Mainly Joey, I was happy to realize. But Denzel and Robert were also serious stud material.

A couple of other kids had good poems too. When everyone had read theirs, Joey announced that he had written a second one.

He stood, staring unwaveringly at me, and read:

Lovely butterfly

Flutters by hungry spider

About to be lunch.

"Again with the metaphors," I commented, as my clit simultaneously trilled like a thrush and throbbed like a toothache.

Any further discussion was cut off by the bell. I quickly assigned some reading on the different meters used in formal poetry, and the class crowded out into the hallway.

I struggled through my last two periods, American Prose and Business English, thinking mostly about Joey, Robert and Denzel, and then about Joey some more.

When the dismissal bell rang and the students and most teachers drained out the front door, I stayed to go over seating charts, learning names, and to make some revisions to my lesson plans. As hard as I tried to concentrate on my work, the way my slut sense had buzzed my clit for almost an hour had me wearing a pretty serious set of horns. My hand kept absent-mindedly finding its way between my legs and into my panties and, every time it did, I found myself thinking of Joey.

Finally, I gave in. I went to the door and looked up and down the hallway. Empty. I went back to my chair behind the desk and sat, slumped, legs spread widely. I closed my eyes and pictured Joey in the locker room, getting undressed. I imagined a long, black cock dangling between his legs. I slid my hand into my panties and touched my clit gently. Hot pleasure radiated from it.

I fantasized myself as a cheerleader, caressing, kissing, then sucking his stiff prick. Robert, Denzel and a bunch of other young studs came into the locker room, and I stoked myself more vigorously, grasping my clit between my fingers and pulling on it, stretching it, rubbing it. One after another, the teammates fucked all my holes, spraying their cum all over me. But Joey was always there, first in my mouth, them my cunt, then my ass.

I came quickly and relatively quietly, but it didn't help much. I tried again to get some work done, but couldn't stop thinking about Joey.

I gave up on accomplishing anything and decided to leave. On my way out, I walked quietly down the third floor corridor, toward the boys' room. As I approached it, my slut sense quickly awoke. My clit stiffened and began that familiar, aching tingle.

I stopped in front of the bathroom's open door and heard rustling and what I thought might be muffled groans. I crept into a small entryway and peered around the corner into the main part of the large room. The school janitor hadn't cleaned it yet, and it was filthy from a day's hard use. The floor was covered with used paper towels and small puddles.

Along the left side of the room, under a wall of tall, dirty, translucent windows, the kind with wire embedded in the glass, was a row of about fifteen sinks, water dripping from many of the faucets. Eight or nine stalls were lined up along the right wall. Several of the doors were broken and dangled uselessly from their hinges. Past the stalls, the room opened out a little. I assumed that was where the urinals were, but I couldn't see them because the stalls blocked my view.

What I could see, sticking out past the last stall, were the shapely calves of a girl who was kneeling, facing toward where I figured the urinals would be. And on her dainty feet, I recognized Anjellika's slutty shoes.

I strode quickly past the stalls, my own slutty shoes clicking sharply on the tile floor. When Anjellika came into full view, so did Joey, Robert, Denzel and Cedric.

All four guys had their pants down around their ankles. No surprise there. What was astonishing, however, was the length and the girth of the four magnificent black slabs of stiff manhood Anjellika had all to herself. I didn't have a measuring tape, but I do believe I was looking at almost 50 inches of rigid black man-flesh. Selfish girl. This time I recognized the twinge of jealousy for what it was.

Anjellika grasped Joey's cock, the biggest of the four monsters, in her right hand. She held Robert with her left and her mouth was full of Denzel. His hands had a firm grip on the back of her head. Cedric stood, rather impatiently waiting his turn, directly in front of her. The four young men looked at me calmly. Anjellika turned her head just enough so that she could see me out of the corner of her eye, but didn't stop sucking on Denzel and made no move to stand.

"Anjellika," I said, assuming my most authoritarian voice, which was hard to do because the sight of all that beautiful black meat had me very excited. "I'm very, very disappointed," I continued with difficulty. "You're a smart girl. And talented. You could go to college or drama school. You could be an actress, a model, a scientist, a teacher. Anything you want." She stopped sucking, but kept her mouth around Denzel's prick.

"But something like this could get you expelled from school," I continued. "And, even if it doesn't, well, it would still be on your record....." I trailed off, the implication clear. "If you stand up now and walk away, I think I can see my way clear to pretend this never happened. Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll have to walk down the hall and get Mr. Harwood."

She hesitated for a few moments, sensing that my concern for her welfare might be less than sincere, and probably wondering if I wanted her boyfriends for myself. Finally, she jerked her head back, popping Denzel out of mouth loudly, then slowly stood, her jaw clenched angrily, and backed out of the bathroom, straightening her little skirt and pulling her tee shirt down over her breasts as she went.

"Bitch," she spat hoarsely. "Hope they hurt you. In fact, I hope they fuck you 'til you bleed." Then she was gone.

"See you at Jamal's," Robert called after her.

"What a lovely sentiment," I said, and then, after a slight hesitation, "You guys wouldn't hurt me, would you?"

They answered in schoolboy unison, "No, Miss Davenport." They grinned and made no effort to pull up their pants.

"Good, of course not. Now, not a word of this to anyone. You know...for Anjellika's sake. But, now that she's taken care of, whatever am I going to do with you naughty boys?" I made a show of scratching my head perplexedly.

Their big boners were, if anything, standing even harder and straighter than before. A few moments passed silently while I pretended to ponder their fate. But, I was, in fact, hypnotized by the sight of a quartet of thick, stiff, black cobras dancing and swaying slowly no more than ten feet away. I stared and licked my lips. My clit and nipples grew harder by the second.

The truth is, I was seriously conflicted. I really wanted those four perfect cocks deep inside of me. But, if I let that happen, I'd feel guilty about breaking my rule against fucking students. And maybe even a little guilty for pulling rank on Anjellika and stealing her boyfriends. Or maybe not. After all, why should she get them all to herself.

Wordlessly and almost simultaneously, the four young hunks stepped out of their pants and began moving toward me at a languid, almost indolent pace. They spread out a little at first to surround me, then closed in from three sides. If I had wanted to escape, I would have been trapped. But escape was the furthest thing from my mind, and they knew it.

Joey was closest and on my left. Denzel and Cedric were directly in front of me, and Robert to my right.

"Think of anything yet?" asked Joey.

"Am I going to have to get Mr. Harwood in here?" I threatened in mock indignation.

"Don't know," said Denzel. "From what I've heard, he wouldn't mind a taste. Is there enough to go around?"

"Mr. Harwood's gone home for the day. I saw him leaving," Robert said.

"I think you young ass holes are too smart for your own good," I purred, unable to look away from Joey's enchanting, dark brown eyes. "You probably think you can do the same thing to me which I caught you doing to your slutty, little girlfriend." But all I could think about was how desperately I needed these gorgeous young guys to fill my hungry holes with their stiff beef. If I were ever going to break my rule about not having sex with my students, these would be the ones to do it with.

By now, Joey was within reach. I turned to face him and delicately grabbed his right wrist, slowly dragging his arm around my waist. I slid my other hand around the back of his neck and, tilting my head back, pulled his mouth down to mine and began to nibble on his lower lip.Seems like I've made a decision here, I thought.

Joey's hand slipped up under my sweater and found a rigid, sensitive nipple. I let go of his wrist and grabbed his huge, dark love-pole. At the same time, I thrust my tongue deep into his mouth. He reciprocated energetically, as his free hand crept gently under my skirt and into my panties to roll my throbbing clit between his strong fingers.

There's no turning back now, I thought.It's my first day of school and I'm about to be gang-fucked by a bunch of horny black teenagers in the filthy third-floor Boys Room of an inner city high school. Can it get any sweeter than this?

"You know," I moaned, "Now I feel sorry for poor Anjellika."

"Don't," said Robert, "In a few minutes, she'll be at a party at Jamal's, where there are plenty of other guys to keep her company. And we'll make it up to her when we get there."

"And probably three or four more times in the back of her father's van after the party," snickered Denzel.

Joey pulled his hand from under my sweater to grasp me gently under my chin. He then turned my head to the right to face Cedric, who I gave my best parted-lips, narrowed-eyes expression of intense sexual need. He pressed his open mouth firmly against mine and gently massaged the breast Joey was ignoring.

Joey turned my head a little further to the right and I locked lips with Denzel, who already had his right hand in my panties beside Joey's. He ran his fingers gently along my puffy cunt lips, then teased them apart and tenderly inserted a finger into my dripping pussy, as I groaned in loud appreciation. His left hand pulled down the back of my panties and sensuously kneaded my right ass cheek. I dropped my hand from Joey's neck to yank fiercely on Denzel's big prick.

Joey then turned my head even further to the right and I found myself tongue-wrestling with Robert who, mostly behind me, reached around and caressed my inner thigh with one hand. With the other, he found his way to my pussy from the back and wet his fingers with its thick, slimy juice, then ran them around my tight, sensitive sphincter.

"Oh, God, YESSSsssss," I hissed, my hips instinctively thrusting back and forth. I whispered in Robert's ear, "Stick them in. Make me cum." Then I began to raise my voice, "PLEASSSSSE make me cum."

"Boys, I think we should oblige the lady," drawled Joey and unbuttoned my sweater roughly and quickly so he could attack my nipple with his mouth. Cedric sucked on the other and ran his strong, rough hands over my back. At the same time, Robert slipped two fingers up my ass. Denzel wedged three into my cunt and briefly reclaimed my lips with his mouth.

I pulled away from Denzel's kiss and began to scream my enjoyment, my howls timed to their digital thrusts, "OOOOH! OOOOH! OOOOH! OOOOH! ShhhhEEEEEiiiiiiiit. DO IT...DO IT...DO IT!!!!!" It's a good thing there was no one left on the upper floors of the school, because I could have been clearly heard anywhere on the entire third floor and most of the second, not that I would have cared at that point.

Joey pulled my sweater down over my shoulders as far as my elbows, which had the effect of loosely pinning my arms behind me. Between screams, the four of them took turns kissing me. The three who weren't working on my lips at any given time used their mouths and tongues on my nipples and the sensitive places around my neck and ears.

I grasped and grabbed frantically at the four divine hunks of hard, dark man-flesh which swayed in and out of my limited reach, as the boys alternately stood straight or bent over to kiss or lick or nibble some tender part of my body.

As I grunted and squealed my way quickly toward orgasm, Cedric crammed his index and middle fingers up my ass next to Robert's. At the same time, Denzel managed to force two more fingers into my inflamed pussy, so that most of his big hand was now in there. Robert's free arm wrapped itself tightly around my upper body. Their other hands roamed all over my body, caressing, massaging, stroking all the most intimate and responsive areas.

Their legs rubbed against my legs. Their chests and arms pressed against my back and arms and stomach. Almost every inch of my smooth skin was in contact with hot, dark, horny brawn. And it was as if I carried some kind of electrical charge, which gave off happy, warm little sparks wherever they touched me.

Before long, wave after wave of blissful climax swept over me. I continued to shriek my satisfaction in a series of inarticulate wails, yips and yowls. My hips pistoned back and forth wildly, as if fucking a dozen invisible cocks, making my tiny, pleated skirt flap like a flag in the wind. Denzel leaned over and planted an urgent kiss on my mouth. I almost bit his tongue off.

When I go all multi-cum, which is pretty much every time I get ganged, I don't completely calm down between orgasms. There's this constant base-line buzz of excitement from which I repeatedly build to heavenly explosions of intense pleasure.

So when my first climax was done and I sank to my knees, landing amid the squalid trash on the floor, it wasn't because I was spent and exhausted. It was because I was ready to take it to the next level. I pulled my sweater back up so that it was mostly over my shoulders and I could move my arms freely again

Ironically, I realized I was kneeling in exactly the same place Anjellika had occupied when I first entered the boys' room. Someone coming in now would seemy shapely calves andmy slutty shoes and would instantly have a pretty good idea of what was going on.

"What a beautiful sight," said Robert, moving around to my left side and swinging his eager cock to brush heavily against my mouth. God knows how long he had been hard, but he was drooling copious, sticky pre-cum, which smeared all over my glossy lips. The savory taste and musky aroma whet my ravenous appetite.

I turned reflexively and tried to catch his rigid rod in my mouth, but I was too late. Getting my instincts under control, I grabbed it gently and slowly licked the length of the underside from base to tip. When I got to the end, I ran my tongue around the swollen head and then began to nibble at it as he groaned loudly and leaned forward, reaching his hands around the back of my head. I pursed my lips over the winking eye and looked up at him, expectantly.

Robert took a deep breath and slowly sank his black monster into my mouth. I opened my throat and, to his surprise, swallowed the whole, long shaft with little difficulty.

"Oh." he gasped in surprise. Then, "Aaaaaaaah....Ooooooooh," he moaned. "Goddamn, you're good!"

I came up for air. "Practice makes perfect," I said.

Joey, Cedric and Denzel were so turned on by the sight of Robert's huge prick disappearing completely into my pretty little mouth that they crowded in, stroking themselves and wagging their black erections in my face, trying to get my attention. As if I might not notice their handsome hard-ons! I grabbed Denzel's and Cedric's and fondled them gently to keep them happy while I locked eyes with Robert and devoured him again, holding him in my throat for a moment. I felt him shudder, like he might be about to cum.Not yet, you impetuous boy, I said to myself, and let him slide carefully out.

As soon as my mouth was empty my lips dove enthusiastically for Joey. Ever since I first saw him, I'd been fanaticizing, both consciously and sub-consciously, about stuffing my mouth, and other openings, full of his meat. Now that I had the opportunity, I wasn't about to waste it. Robert was a nice kid, and a stud in his own right, but he would have to wait a bit. I was busy worshiping Joey with my tongue and my lips.

I licked, kissed and nibbled every inch of his impressive prick while he ran his fingers through my hair and groaned gratefully. Then I took his head fully into his mouth and hesitated, looking up into his eyes.

I'd never taken a cock as thick as his into my throat, and the first time, I only got him half way down before I began to gag and had to come up for air.

"You don't have to do that," he said softly.

"Maybe I like it," I gasped defiantly, a heavy gob of saliva drooling from my chin.

The second time, I managed to swallow about three-fourths of his cock before I had to give up. It hurt a little, but less than the first time.

"Just need a little more practice," I croaked hoarsely. It wasn't just that I desperately wanted to give Joey as much pleasure as I could. That was part of it of course, but I knew plenty of other ways to do that. The main thing was that my pride was on the line. What kind of self-respecting slut couldn't throat any man she chose to? A girl has to think about her reputation, you know.

I lowered my head for a third try and this time it went smoothly all the way in. My nose pressed hard against Joey's pubic hair and his balls bounced under my chin. He closed his eyes and let out a long, low moan, holding tightly onto my shoulder and the back of my neck. I shook my head gently from side to side, then moved it in small circles and his cock shifted just enough in my mouth and throat to start him shivering blissfully.

Always leave them wanting more, I thought and pulled back from Joey, let go of Denzel, grabbed Robert and turned my head so that my open mouth was only inches from Denzel's big boner. He obviously thought it was his turn, but I had some business to take care of first.

"Say you're sorry," I demanded.

"Sorry? Sorry for what?" he wailed and tried to stick his throbbing cock into my mouth. I moved quickly, and he missed and almost fell over.

"For that 'silicone' remark," I explained in my wounded-little-girl tone of voice.

"Oh, SHIT. FUCK, SHIT, yessss, I'M SORRY. Okay? You've got great tits, natural tits, real natural tits, playmate-of-the-year tits," he shouted and immediately shoved his cock at my face again.

I dodged it easily and said calmly, "Apology accepted."

He grabbed my head to keep me from moving out of the way and lunged again. This time I caught his big prick in my mouth and sucked enthusiastically for a while then swallowed it repeatedly.