The Breaking of Donna Dunn Pt. 01

The Breaking of Donna Dunn

Part 1

The last thing in the world Donna Dunn wanted was to move but when her husband Harold came to her with the bad news of his relocation to detroit, there was little she could do to prevent it.

With her work at the local church and teaching literature at the local senior high, Donna was an up and coming all star in the local social elite. She volunteered for local charities, always participated in joint functions on the P.T.A., and was well respected among the other wives of her small town. Now all that was about to change.

Harold's company specialized in urban rehab, and a major opportunity had come for him to head up a massive project in the Motor City. Donna supported her husband of course, but uprooting her life was upsetting to say the least.

At thirty-two, Donna still had the hard body of a woman in her early twenties. Her large beautiful breasts sat high on her chest like a pair of twin torpedos with fat upturned nipples at their ends and her bottom was wide and round, the object of most men's most wicked fantasies. She worked hard to keep in shape despite her husband's fading interest in sex, but among many of the local men and high school boys Donna was regarded as a world class MILF. She didn't mind flirting, but never took things to far. She'd been faithful to her beloved Harold since they'd met in Jr. High, and while they had never had children of her own she knew there was still time to start a family.

The one saving grace of their relocation had been an opening at the local school. Donna was excited to once more find herself in front of a class of eager learners, guiding and developing young minds as she helped young boys and girls become men and women, prepared for the world beyond their teenage years.

The moment Donna set foot in her class she knew at once that her past experience had done nothing to prepare her for what she faced.

Marcus Black Senior High was almost exclusively African American, and from the looks of her class almost the entire student body was made up of young men.

Swallowing hard, Donna paused as the bell rang and her class came to order. Before her sat twenty of the biggest, strongest, most virile black boys she had ever seen. Each of the boys was over eighteen, having been held back for one reason or another. They were all fit, tall, and seemed to radiate with a kind of primal energy that Donna couldn't ignore.

"Yu so damn fine, Teach." One of the boys spoke up the second he got a look at Donna. She'd worn her cutest cream blouse unbuttoned to show just a hint of cleavage and her prized pearl necklace. Her skirt was grey and came to mid thigh, hugging her rounded rear perfectly without being to overt. Donna loved it when men noticed her big bottom, but the way the boys were checking it out made her feel almost naked before them. There was no ignoring the way her pussy began to weep as their eyes devoured her. Long lined stockings and pumps completed her look, her sopping panties clinging to her shaven peach like a second skin as she bit her bottom lip and worked up the courage to introduce herself.

"Th... Thak you... Michael." Donna smiled, consulting her seating chart for the boys name. "I... That's very nice of you, but hardly appropriate. You are very handsome yourself. Lets do keep things professional though, alright?"

"He don't mean nothin by it, yo." Another boy spoke up, grinning brightly and exposing a glittering gold grill of teeth behind his thick ethnic lips. "Just ain't seen somethin so pink and sweet befo. You got curves girl. Ain't one of us ain't picturing you butt ass nekid on all fours right now."

Donna felt her entire body blush. Inside her there was a voice screaming out to scold the boy for being so forward and obscene. Strangely, there was a second voice as well, like an angel and devil sitting on each of her shoulders guiding her thoughts. The second voice was one Donna had never heard before. When it spoke, Donna's pussy quivered.

"My name is Donna Dunn. That's Mrs. Dunn to you boys." Donna said. Finally finding her courage, she stepped before her desk and leaned back against it, her large rear end flattening against the hard wood as the meat of her bottom spread out on either side. The men groaned, eyes locked on her as she moved.

"I can tell you naughty boys are going to be trouble, so lets be clear fron the start. I'm a married woman and very much in love with my husband Harold."

"Sound like he a white boy." Another of the men spoke. His name was Pete. He wore a jersey for the school's basketball team and his big strong arms were on full display as he leaned back in his desk, one hand down at his crotch. As if it was the most natural thing in the world, he openly gripped the meat of his dick through baggy shorts as he spoke, looking Donna up and down like a hungry lion. "You ain't never got with a nigga, befo. Mothafuckin shame, with a body like dat. Damn, Boo. You don't know what love is."

Donna knew the right ting to do was to send Pete strait to the office. In her old school he would be expelled for such behavior toward a teacher. Sexual harassment would not be tolerated in her class. That was what she knew was right. That was how people were supposed to act.

"You..." Donna began, then paused. "I really... Pete... What... What is love then, Pete?" She asked, her voice soft and inviting. She couldn't drown out the second voice. It was getting louder all the time. "Harold is very... sweet to me."

Almost absentmindedly Donna reached up and undid the top button of her blouse. The men were all smiling now and could see her begin to respond. With the tiniest hint of white lace peaking, another of the boys spoke up, licking his lips as he ogled Donna's exposed flesh.

"Sho Harold is a nice dude, Baby." He said. Jamal wore dirty jeans and timberlands with a white wife beater that strained against his tar black skin and thoroughbred muscles. "Just hard to imagine some white boy wreckin dat ass like it deserve is all." he paused, flashing Donna a big smile as he undid his button fly and pulled his cock free from inside, holding the root of it and pumping the length in his fist; so much fat black meat, over a foot long and still soft. It looked like a loppy tree-trunk instead of a male endowment. Donna's eyes were fixed on it.

"I..." Donna couldn't help but stare. Her moment to react passed in the bink of an eye as several other boys began to expose themselves to her. One by one the most enormous black dicks she had ever seen were tugged out on display. The voice in her head was screaming that she should leave and report them all. The other voice was asking her plainly why she wasn't already sucking cock. "You shouldn't... I'm married."

"Fuck Harold!" Pete stood up, grinning from ear to ear as he walked right up to his new teacher. He towered over her as he hooked his thumbs into the waist of his short and shoved them down, his giant black dick set free to swing between his thighs as he stepped out of his shorts and placed his hand on Donna's pretty blonde head.

Donna was overwhelmed and confused. In her heart she knew it was wrong, but as she reached out and wrapped her fingers around Pete's cock and brought him to her mouth she felt hypnotized. The pretty sparkle of her wedding band against shiny black meat was so pretty. Without a moments pause she opened her mouth around him and groaned with desire at the flavor of her first big black cock. Her will to resist was broken in an instant.

Prim and proper Donna Dunn groaned like a wanton whore as she wrapped both hands around Pete's big black cock, slobbering on it like a sugary fudge-pop as she squatted before him. With her knees wide apart so Pete could stand between her legs, Donna's skirt rode up along her thighs until it was nothing but a grey belt of material around her waist, her white lace panties so soaked through by now that they were entirely transparent; her freshly shaven peach on full display.

A moment of resistance brought Donna back to the real world as reason formed within a cloud of lust. Pulling back from the work her glistening lips had begun, she looked up at Pete with pleading eyes.

"I'm married." Donna whimpered, her fist still openly pumping the giant dick before her, connected to her lip by a long sting of silvery spit. "I shouldn't... I can't... Harold..."

Donna groaned as Pete took hold of her by her hair, his iron fist gripping her pretty platinum curls close to her scalp as he smiled down at her. She was powerless as he steered her mouth back to the work. With a mewl of surrender Donna took him in until the spongy bulb o his titan cock was smashed against the back of her throat, her tonsils shoved aside as Pete forced in even more.

Even as she began to choke and sputter, Donna showed no real resistance as she opened her throat to her student. By now other boys had risen from their desks and come closer, each of them stroking their massive black dicks as they watched the show.

Donna was surprised to see the respect the boys showed one another. Rather than pounce on her like a pack of wild animals they stood close, pumping their giant dicks as they awaited their turn, content to let Pete get his cocksucking and watch the pretty white whore do her work.

With twenty boys in her class, Donna had no doubt in her mind that when they finished with her the remnants of her lipstick would be present on every one of their big beautiful cocks. The overpowering flavor of Pete's prick was incredible. Nothing had ever tasted so hot and sweet.

As if it had been within her all along, soon Donna's throat conformed to the perfect curve of ebony flesh. Pete's grip on her hair lessened as she began to work her mouth up and down his length. As she did, she looked up at him, her eyes smoky with desire as her lips slid up and down his endless length leaving it shimmering with her spit.

With just the bulb of his fat dick in her mouth Donna's lips were stretched to their limit. She worked them around him with groans of pure desire as she swabbed and scrubbed the hole of his cock knob to draw out the drooling heat of his pre into her mouth. Soon a pool of his milk began to form inside, her tongue sloshing around in the yummy bull-sap as she nursed him for more.

Behind her, Donna felt another of the boys kneel and move in close. He helped her onto her knees on the hard wood floor and spread her legs as he got into position behind her. Even as she continued to worship Pete's drooling dick she knew to arch her back and bring her panty clad bottom up so the stud behind her could admire her perfection. He groaned at the sight of her, which only made her moan with delight as she once more took Pete's cock deep in her married white throat, her tiny button noe smooshed into his lower belly as she gulped him down entirely.

Strong hands peeled Donna's panties down, and her heels were tossed aside with a clatter on the floor nearby as she flexed her stocking clad toes and lowered her belly, her butt pushed up high in all its naked glory for the boy behind her. The lips of her fat pussy were glistening and slick with a sheen of arousal and her tiny puckered butthole was puffing and twitching as the cool air of the classroom hit her naughtiest bits.

The intense sensation of a wet tongue being dragged across her puckered asshole brought Donna's lips off the engorged cock in her mouth. She gasped out loud as she felt a tongue probing her puckered opening; a tight little untouched part of her that Harold had never even caressed with his finger tips.

"You... You have condoms?" Donna begged, glancing back to see Michael grinning as he came up from between the straps of her garter-belt with sugar on his lips.

"What's a condom, bitch?" Michael asked, chuckling as he rose up behind her, taking his giant black cock in hand and laying it into the crack of her butt. He used his hands to bring her thick booty cheeks together so he could hot-dog his fat meat with those gorgeous white buns. "Bitch. We gonna breed you."

Donna whimpered. Pete's hand at her head guided her back to her meal as she felt Michael rubbing his giant length up and down between her butt cheeks. He bore down from behind, so hard that his cock was rubbing against her crinkled anal star as he worked her.

"Put her on the desk." Another of the boys spoke up. Donna didn't know his name. She hadn't had time to memorize each of her students by their faces, but soon she knew she would know them intimately by the feeling and flavor of each of their giant black dicks.

it occured to her as they moved her that all she had to do was say no. She hadn't sid the word, and in doing so she was giving them all permission to use her as they liked. It was just two letters, and N and an O. Somehow her lips couldn't form them. It was as if the word had ceased to exist for her.

There was no more sign of resistance as Donna was pulled to her feet. As a show of surrender she slid her skirt down and stepped out of it, unbuttoning her blouse and giving it a casual toss over the back of her chair. The men allowed her to show her body off for a moment, enjoying what they saw. Once she was down to her stockings and victoria secret bra they moved on her once again, a pack of hungry beasts with the scent of fresh meat in their noses.

Michael helped to ease her back, laying Donna over her desk so that her head could hang back over one end and he could slide back between her silky thighs at the other. With her nipples hard as pebbles, Donna arched her body once more, bringing her belly up as she felt Michael's hands guiding her thighs around him. She gasped out loud as she felt him place his cock at her gooey pussy and slide inside.

From her left and right, boys guided Donna's hands to long dangling dicks, her fingers wrapping around each cock she was given as Pete once more took her throat, groaning with pleasure as her new position allowed him to pump his full length in and out of their pretty married white whore without resistance. With her on her back, neck bent strait he could fuck her hungry mouth like a pussy with every inch.

Donna breathed through her nostrils each time Pete's monster slid out fron inside her, then grunted as he would shove it back into her so hard thar his giant black nuts would smack her in her face. Soon he had two hands full of her world class titties and was groping them like a madman as he pounded her face with powerful strokes.

Her tummy bulged each time michael stuffed his cock into her. His naked black dick was buried in her womb and leaking so much potent pre-cum that it began to pool beneath her, bubbling and sputtering out from inside her on each backward stroke and leaking in rivers down into the crack of her butt. it seemed to sizzle as it passed over her butthole, the tiny anal opening desperate for it's own helping of fat black beef.

Michael couldn't help but grunt with effort. His teacher's sweet pink pussy had never had black dick before. She was so tight he had to bite his lip to keep from flooding her with every stroke. He'd fucked white bitches before, but Donna Dunn had a greased little opening like no other. Her pussy was like wet satin inside, gripping his giant dick like a sleeve of pure heat.

'This is what you wanted, Harold.' Donna thought to herself, the wicked second voice now clear as crystal as she devoured every inch of Pete's potent dick. 'A new life in a new place. You're always so worried about work and never your loving wife. Don't worry Harold. This is just what i needed.'

Pete's grunting grew to an extreme as Donna felt the first of his salty seed gush down her throat with such force that she imagined it splashing in her tummy, sloshing against the walls inside her as more and more of the milky spunk was spilled down her neck.

In her life Donna had given two blow jobs, both for her husband on very special occasions. Neither of them was anything like this. Like a greedy whore she worked her lips around the base of Pete's root and reached around him, digging her nails into the flesh of his ass as she fed on his cum. Sloppy milky bubble of his cream began to form around her lips where they held onto his dick, and little trickles of fuck-slime ran across her face as she fought to drink his full load.

The way she stretched her throat and worked her mouth was to beautiful a sight for Michael to handle. He'd only just begun to work her sopping pussy when he saw what a true cum-whore he'd mounted. With a groan of raunchy bull-like lust he began to empty his balls inside her, pushing in nice and deep so that every drop of his potent seed could white-wash the pink of her womb.

With a grin of his golden grill, Michael had no doubt he had pumped a baby into Donna's sopping cunt, and as he withdrew his milk-stained length he chuckled, stepping back. Once he'd watched the rest of the crew have a turn for a while, his cock would be ready for more.

The classroom door opened as both Donna's boys were stepping back to allow the next group in line. Donna sat up, face greased with slime as she saw the towering image of Coach Byron Thomas. Part of her felt ashamed of what he saw, but another more wicked aspect of her didn't care what he might think.

At 32 years old, Donna Dunn had been Harold Dunn's loving wife for over a decade. All that time she had been living a lie. As she sat up on her elbows, legs spread and pussy drooling with the spunk of a boy so much younger, Donna looked into the coach's eyes as if daring him to challenge her. When he smiled, she felt her whole body blush with excitement. He wasn't here to give her trouble. he had come to fuck the whore.

"Anyone take that sweet asshole yet?" The coach asked, locking the door behind him and pulling down the shade as he walked closer to the action. He wore shorts that came down easily as he hooked his thumbs in the material and let them fall. The swinging black dick he set free was obscene in it's massive length and girth. Donna stared in awe of it, like a third arm protruding from between perfectly muscled thighs, so many finger-thick veins and a leathery foreskin that hugged the length of him to just shy of his glistening cock-knob.

"Saved it fo you, Coach." One of the boys said with a laugh. "Have at her. This bitch be ripe as fuck."

Donna whimpered as the coach stepped up to her, taking the lace of her bra in hand and yanking it away like it was made of tissue paper. She gasped as he grabbed her around her middle and pulled her to him, wrapping his big wet mouth around a nipple and biting into her. She was powerless against him, wrapping her hand around the back of his shiny bald head and whining as he drew on her titty like a madman.

"Gonna bust that shitter, bitch!" The coach spoke, bringing his mouth off Donna's puffy nipple with a evil smile. "Lemmie hear you say it."

"You... You're gonna bust my... my shitter." Donna whimpered.

The boys laughed out loud as the coach took charge. With almost no effort he yanked Donna around onto all fours and stepped right up to the edge of the desk. It seemed only natural to her to spread her knees wide and lower her butt to give him access. Her entire body seemed to be working on instinct as she felt his hands on her hips and the swollen door-knob of his cock against her puckered hole.

"Gon on coach. Shank that bitch!" One of the boys cheered. Another joined in. "Wreck that fuckin booty hole!" And another. "Mess that fat bitch up, Coach. Black that fuckin butthole."

"Fu... Fuck my asshole." Donna added, groaning with fear and desperation as she looked back at her new lover, inviting him to ruin her. Like a virgin all over again, she felt her entire body tremble with fear and anticipation as she prepared for what was coming.

The coach laughed out loud as he shoved his cock balls deep in Donna's ass. Her tiny little hole couldn't even begin to fight back as it was brutally taken and the howling scream that she let out was equal parts pleasure and intense pain. In an instant Donna felt her butt impaled by almost two full feet of big black god-cock.