It was the last week of school, and Priyanka Chopra couldn't wait for it to be over. She was 26, and this was her first year teaching. It hadn't been wonderful. These second-year seniors she was teaching were rowdy, and sometimes openly disrespectful. She had spent many nights crying in frustration. But the summer was approaching, and she was going to abandon teaching for good. Only one week left.
Because the summer was approaching and it was hot outside, Priyanka dressed more simply. The school had a strict dress code, even for teachers. But what did she care about? Five more days left. What were they going to do? Fire her?
Her looks hadn't gone unnoticed among the students. She was young, short, and perfectly rounded. She had beautiful black eyes and full lips that had a constant pout. Her breasts were enormous. Some of the male students bet how big they were. Some said D-cup, some said DD. But they were all wrong. Her red hair was bright, and concentrated nicely against her milky skin.
She walked into First Period on Monday morning wearing tiny black shorts, a tight white t-shirt concealing a tiny white bra, and her hair was pulled up. She knew she was probably showing too much skin---especially the ample cleavage on display when she bent over slightly---but she didn't care.
There were a dozen kids in her First Period class. And it was easily her worst class. They were the "bad kids." Six boys and six girls, all of them Hispanic and black. They were loud and obnoxious and rude, but she usually just let them run wild, as long as they promised not to make too much noise. It was easier to give into them than fight them every day.
The girls leered at Priyanka's outfit, and the guys stared blatantly. She'd gotten used to some suggestive looks from the boys and distrustful glares from the girls, but with today's outfit, the attention on her was tripled. She sat down behind her desk as the bell rang.
"Okay, everyone," she said. "Only one week left. So just study or talk or whatever. Just don't leave the classroom." And with that, she opened a fashion magazine and tuned them out.
Fifteen minutes later, Tyrone, the biggest boy in class, said, "Hey, Miss Priyanka!"
She looked up from her magazine, slightly annoyed. "What is it, Tyrone?"
"Can you do that maths problem for us? It's for our maths quiz later today."
Priyanka looked up to the chalkboard. One of the kids had written a fairly simple algebra equation.
"You want me to help you cheat on your maths quiz?" Priyanka asked, incredulous.
"Nah, miss. It ain't cheating. It's just helping us study. We gots to pass this quiz, else we might fail maths class," Tyrone said. Priyanka looked around the room. The kids seemed to be calm, which was unusual. Everyone was at a desk, paying attention.
Priyanka sighed and stood up. She walked to the chalkboard, but couldn't find chalk on the tray.
"Oh, there's some chalk down there, miss."
Tyrone was pointing to the corner, where a piece of chalk laid on the carpet. Priyanka walked over and bent down to pick it up. She was careful to bend at the knees, so as not to show off too much of her ass, which she knew was popular among black guys.
Still, she could feel their eyes on the backs of her legs, her ass, her curvy hips. She walked back to the board and began solving the equation. But her algebra was rusty so it was taking a while.
Tyrone quietly stood up and walked up behind Priyanka, who didn't hear him. He turned back to the class. The guys were gesturing at him excitedly. They were in on it. The girls looked confused by what Tyrone was doing, but they were paying close attention.
Smoothly, Tyrone reached around and placed one large hand on each of Priyanka's enormous tits. He grabbed a solid hold of them and gave them a couple of quick squeezes.
Priyanka was stunned. She tried to turn around, but Tyrone leaned into her, pushing her against the chalkboard. His hands continued their assault on her breasts. They were overflowing even Tyrone's enormous hands.
"HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?!?" Priyanka squealed. "STOP IT! STOP IT!"
Tyrone laughed a bit and gave his teacher's enormous tits a firm squeeze.
"STOP RIGHT NOW, DAMNIT!" Priyanka cried out.
A few of the boys laughed. The girls watched stunned, but they weren't big fans of Priyanka's, so they didn't say anything.
Priyanka managed to look over her shoulder enough to see who was attacking her.
"Tyrone! Stop this right now! What are you doing?!?!"
Tyrone finally spoke up: "We been talking all year 'about how big these titties are. So now I got to find out." Tyrone looked over his shoulder out to his buddies in the room, and he told them, "And trust me, these some big-ass titties."
The guys laughed. A couple of the girls did, too. Priyanka began to cry and struggle more violently. Tyrone's enormous body----more fat than muscle----easily kept her pinned against the chalkboard, her tits squishing out from her sides.
"Tyrone, please! I'm your teacher, for chrissakes! You can't do this!"
"Shut up, bitch!" Tyrone shouted. It shut Priyanka up instantly. The girls hushed. The guys watched on with more interest.
Tyrone leaned in close to Priyanka's ear and gave it a quick, sloppy lick with his wet tongue. "What's it look like I'm doing? I'm finally getting to play with this fine white teacher ass." And with that, Tyrone thrust his hips into Priyanka's ass, which was sticking out a bit by the way he had her positioned. He was only half-erect, but that still made a huge impression when Priyanka felt it pressed against her ass.
"I'm finally going to see what it's like to fuck some white pussy," Tyrone spat, and gave her ear another violent lick.
"Please, noooo," Priyanka said, her words dissolving into a wailing cry. Tyrone gestured with his head to a friend, who ran to the classroom door and locked it.
"You try to scream, I'm going to hurt you. Understand, bitch?"
Priyanka wailed again. Tyrone squeezed her tits harder.
"I said: Do you understand? Huh, bitch?"
"I understand, I understand, please please..." Priyanka cried, softer now. She was terrified.
Tyrone grabbed Priyanka by the shoulders and easily spun her around. Her legs almost collapsed beneath her, but she managed to stay standing. Tyrone was in her face. His breath was hot on her cheek. He had a maniacal twinkle in his eyes. She was terrified.
Still holding her arm with one large hand, Tyrone grabbed the top of Priyanka's top. He turned out to the classroom, many of whom had moved up closer.
"So. Y'all think we should settle the bet once and for all?" he said and tugged at the top of Priyanka's tight shirt.
A couple of the kids said "Yeah!" One of the girls, too. Everyone was smiling, enjoying seeing their sexy and bitchy teacher get some fear knocked into her.
And then, with one violent tug, Tyrone ripped Priyanka's shirt down the front, letting it fall wide open. Her enormous breasts popped into view. So round. So perfectly shaped, topped by medium-sized nipples. They jiggled for a second at the tear, but then settled down, heaving only with Priyanka's muffled cries.
The class cheered a bit---some clapping, some hooting and hollering. Tyrone turned and stared down at Priyanka's heavenly mounds. They were so tan and smooth. He'd never seen anything so big on such a tiny woman.
"So what do we do with this bitch now?" he asked.
Little did Priyanka know, but what would happen next was just the beginning of a week-long torture.
There she was, standing in front of the class, her t-shirt ripped open and her enormous breasts exposed to the class. Tyrone stood next to her, holding a handful of her hair in his fist as though he was presenting her to the class. Priyanka silently wept, her eyes clenched shut.
"So what do we do with this bitch now?" Tyrone asked, looking down at his teacher's beautiful tits heaving as she cried.
"Squeeze those bad boys!" one of the black boys from the back of the class shouted.
"Good idea," Tyrone said. He reached over with his free hand and held Priyanka's left breast in his huge black palm. It barely fits. He shook her breast a bit, and the kids began cheering.
"How'd a little bitch like you get such big titties?" Tyrone asked, licking his lips. He didn't wait for her to answer, and he leaned down and stuck out his thick wet tongue. He barely grazed one of Priyanka's round pink nipples with it, and it instantly perked up and got hard. She could hear the kids cheering, but Priyanka kept her eyes clinched shut.
"Look at her! This bitches big nipples got hard in a second!" Tyrone shouted back to the class. And then he dove in completely, opening his mouth wide and swallowing a mouthful of titflesh. He wrapped his big thick wet lips around a significant portion of Priyanka's right tit. He let go of her hair and wrapped both hands around it, trying to stuff more into his mouth.
Priyanka finally opened her eyes and looked down. Tyrone was buried in her enormous cleavage---her round white globes suffocating his dark black face. He was making disgusting slurping sounds and moaning. He was going nuts all over her, like a hungry animal. He quickly switched his mouth to her other breast.
Kyle, one of the skinniest and scrawniest black kids in the class, hopped up from his desk and ran to Tyrone's side. He immediately attached his lips to her free breast. And suddenly, Priyanka who was such a proper little white daddy's girl was having her magnificent tits slobbered all over by two young black guys.
She hated it. She cried some more and tried to push them away finally. But Kyle and Tyrone leaned in and pushed her up against the chalkboard, pinning her arms to her sides. They were moaning loudly now.
After a minute of tit-assault, Kyle pulled back and looked up at Priyanka. Priyanka frowned at him, tears falling from her eyes.
"Damn, missus! You got some big titties and they taste gooood!" he said, and went back to his masterful sucking of his teacher's boob.
Her nipples were rock hard now, and Tyrone was tugging lightly on them with his filthy teeth. Priyanka told herself it was involuntary, but she immediately new it was a lie. The boys were being surprisingly sensual with her tits, and in some part of her mind, it was turning her on.
The rest of the class, about ten kids in all, had all formed a semi-circle around the scene. The boys grinned and rubbed their palms together. The girls just stared in surprise. Priyanka tried not to look them in the eyes, but instead looked down at the two young black students expertly working her tits into a frenzy.
A moment later, Priyanka noticed that she had lifted her arms and wrapped her dainty white hands around the backs of both boys' heads. She was cradling them as they suckled on her titflesh. This shocked her. Why would she absent-mindedly pull their hungry mouths further into her titflesh? This was a horrible thing happening to her, not something to spur along. But the part of Priyanka that said "This is so fucking hot" was growing louder. She tried to quell it by focusing on the fact she was being assaulted by young boys.
Finally, Tyrone pulled away. He pulled Kyle away with him. Priyanka silently felt an immediate loss, but she hoped they didn't see her disappointment on her face.
"Turn around, bitch," Tyrone said. His harsh tone shocked her back to reality, and she got scared again.
"I said TURN AROUND, YOU SLUT" he yelled and pulled his fist up, threatening to hit her. Priyanka obeyed immediately, spinning around on her high heels.
"Bend over, stick that fat ass out."
Priyanka did, placing her hands against the chalkboard.
"Up! Stick that ass out and UP, bitch!" he yelled at her. The boys giggled behind him.
Priyanka dipped her hips, and her surprisingly plump ass raised up. Her tits, wet with the boys' saliva, pushed out amazingly from her chest.
"Good little bitch!" Tyrone said.
Suddenly, Priyanka felt his palm land hard SMACK! against her ass. She yelped a bit, and the class burst into laughter. This egged Tyrone on, and he spanked her again, reeling back and slapping her hard enough to send her onto her tiptoes, and she almost fell off balance in her heels.
"You like that bitch? You like when Tyrone smacks your fat ass?" Kyle asked, leaning in close to the side of Priyanka's face. She shook her head. Tyrone smacked her again.
"You KNOW you like it, bitch!" Kyle said, leaning in even closer and licking her ear.
Tyrone shouted from behind Priyanka: "Tell this whole class what a fat ass you have!!"
SMACK!
Priyanka said, in a half whimper: "I have a fat ass."
Kyle licked her ear again and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back. He spread his fat lips over hers and plunged his tongue into her mouth. He was obviously inexperienced with women, because he slobbered all over her mouth. He was moaning again. He pulled away and said, "Louder, bitch." Priyanka looked into his grinning eyes and was terrified of the lust she saw. He was turning into some sort of animal. She had to obey. Or else.
"I have a fat ass!" she screamed, louder than she thought she would. The class applauded and made whooping noises.
"Again," Tyrone said, his large palm coming down hard again on her unexposed ass.
"I have a big juicy ass! Everybody loves watching my ass shake!" she screamed out. Kyle went in and gave her a quick, deep kiss.
"Listen to this bitch, Tyrone," he said. "She just be makin' her own shit up! Sayin' shit we didn't even tell her to say!"
"That's cuz she's one horny white bitch! Ain't that right, Miss Priyanka?" Tyrone said.
She nodded furiously. Please God, she thought, let this end soon. I'll do anything to let this end soon.
But, of course, it wasn't ending anytime soon.
Priyanka was bent forward, almost parallel to the floor, her hands spread wide against the chalkboard for support and her ass sticking as high as she could manage. That's what Tyrone wanted, and right now, he was in charge of everything.
He stepped up behind her, ending his relentless spanking, and pressed his pelvis into her shorts-covered ass. Priyanka stumbled a bit, but Tyrone's hands wrapped around her tiny waist and held her up. If he was hard yet, Priyanka couldn't tell, but the pressure and heat from his crotch pressed hard into her round ass was startling.
"Tyrone, please. Please don't do it anymore! If you stop now, I promise I won't say anything to anyone. This can be a classroom secret. Nobody needs to get in trou "
SMACK! Tyrone interrupted her plea with a sharp smack to the side of her enormous tits.
"Bitch, we are already in this for the long run. We gosta to start what we finished here."
The students gathered a couple of feet away and made noises of agreement. Priyanka turned her head to look at them and noticed that one of the black boys was busy making out with one of the Latina girls. He was wildly groping her tits while she sucked on his exposed tongue. The rest of the class didn't notice (or didn't care). Priyanka turned away, disgusted with the whole scene.
Tyrone hooked his fingers into Priyanka's black micro-shorts, but before she could protest, he ripped them down to her knees in one quick movement. The suddenness caused her plump ass (and how a woman so petite got such big tits and big ass was still a mystery to the rest of the students) to shake and jiggle a bit. Tyrone laughed and the class cheered as her tiny black thong came into view. It was bisecting one of the most amazing asses the world had ever seen: perfectly plump, thick but not wide, jutting out from her narrow hips with force, and just loose enough to jiggle but quite firm.
"Daaaaamn!" said the runty little Kyle, who was standing beside Tyrone. They both took in the view of this amazing white booty. They thought only black girls had nice asses, but it was obvious that some white bitches can out-do any black girl's ass. Priyanka was amazing.
She was still bending over, wearing nothing but the scraps of her shredded t-shirt, her tiny shorts bundled at her ankles, ridiculously high heels, and a slim black thong. She felt the fear welling up in her again.
Kyle took the liberty of smacking one of Priyanka's plump cheeks first. It wasn't a hard slap (he was a weakling, after all) but it stung plenty. Priyanka let a slight moan of pain escape her lips.
"That's right, teacher miss!"
Tyrone smacked the other cheek, but let his hand linger and give a quick squeeze. This, he liked. So instead of spanking her again, he grabbed two enormous handfuls of Priyanka's tan ass. He let go and watch the flesh jiggle a moment before stopping. He did it again. And again. Each time he was a bit rougher. He was really marveling at the pure beauty of it. He was like a little kid with a new and confusing toy.
Kyle stepped forward to join in the fun, but Tyrone elbowed him aside: "Let me get some of this, motherfucker. Go kiss on her titties or somethin."
While Tyrone continued his exploration of Priyanka's perfect round booty, Kyle came around to her front. He used a fistful of her hair to yank Priyanka into a semi-standing position. He stepped between her and the chalkboard, and she once again pressed her hands against it for support. Now, she was just inches from Kyle's stupid grin and horrible breath. He was a smoker, even at 18. Priyanka clinched her eyes shut.
"Look at me," Kyle said quite loudly. Tyrone just kept pinching and spanking.
Priyanka opened her eyes. The pip-squeak disgusted her. Short and thin, with bad teeth and breath.
"Now kiss me, bitch. And make it some good shit!" Kyle said, doing his best impression of a confident kid. But he wasn't waiting for her to make the first move, of course, and so he grabbed her by the back of the head and pulled her mouth onto his. She didn't move her mouth, but he pried it open with his long, slippery tongue. He explored every inch of her mouth, moaning and wildly grinding his lips against her. He reached down a bit and started violently massaging her tits.
It was like she was being fucked by two overgrown monkeys.
And then suddenly, a tingle shot down Priyanka's spine. The combination of rough ass-play behind her and the filthy, but passionate, kiss ... along with the expert manipulation of her enormous tits by Kyle's soft hands ... it was apparently making her body respond.
Priyanka shut her eyes tighter, and she tried to ignore the feeling. But it was still there. Growing with each thrust of Kyle's tongue down her throat, and with each light spanking Tyrone gave her from behind. She was terrified of everything happening to her, but her body didn't give a shit about terror or pain.
All it wanted, in that moment, was for these two young black ... well, studs ... to stop doing what they were doing. They weren't going to stop, not anytime soon. Nope, they had a lot of plans for her.
To be continued…..
Because the summer was approaching and it was hot outside, Priyanka dressed more simply. The school had a strict dress code, even for teachers. But what did she care about? Five more days left. What were they going to do? Fire her?
Her looks hadn't gone unnoticed among the students. She was young, short, and perfectly rounded. She had beautiful black eyes and full lips that had a constant pout. Her breasts were enormous. Some of the male students bet how big they were. Some said D-cup, some said DD. But they were all wrong. Her red hair was bright, and concentrated nicely against her milky skin.
She walked into First Period on Monday morning wearing tiny black shorts, a tight white t-shirt concealing a tiny white bra, and her hair was pulled up. She knew she was probably showing too much skin---especially the ample cleavage on display when she bent over slightly---but she didn't care.
There were a dozen kids in her First Period class. And it was easily her worst class. They were the "bad kids." Six boys and six girls, all of them Hispanic and black. They were loud and obnoxious and rude, but she usually just let them run wild, as long as they promised not to make too much noise. It was easier to give into them than fight them every day.
The girls leered at Priyanka's outfit, and the guys stared blatantly. She'd gotten used to some suggestive looks from the boys and distrustful glares from the girls, but with today's outfit, the attention on her was tripled. She sat down behind her desk as the bell rang.
"Okay, everyone," she said. "Only one week left. So just study or talk or whatever. Just don't leave the classroom." And with that, she opened a fashion magazine and tuned them out.
Fifteen minutes later, Tyrone, the biggest boy in class, said, "Hey, Miss Priyanka!"
She looked up from her magazine, slightly annoyed. "What is it, Tyrone?"
"Can you do that maths problem for us? It's for our maths quiz later today."
Priyanka looked up to the chalkboard. One of the kids had written a fairly simple algebra equation.
"You want me to help you cheat on your maths quiz?" Priyanka asked, incredulous.
"Nah, miss. It ain't cheating. It's just helping us study. We gots to pass this quiz, else we might fail maths class," Tyrone said. Priyanka looked around the room. The kids seemed to be calm, which was unusual. Everyone was at a desk, paying attention.
Priyanka sighed and stood up. She walked to the chalkboard, but couldn't find chalk on the tray.
"Oh, there's some chalk down there, miss."
Tyrone was pointing to the corner, where a piece of chalk laid on the carpet. Priyanka walked over and bent down to pick it up. She was careful to bend at the knees, so as not to show off too much of her ass, which she knew was popular among black guys.
Still, she could feel their eyes on the backs of her legs, her ass, her curvy hips. She walked back to the board and began solving the equation. But her algebra was rusty so it was taking a while.
Tyrone quietly stood up and walked up behind Priyanka, who didn't hear him. He turned back to the class. The guys were gesturing at him excitedly. They were in on it. The girls looked confused by what Tyrone was doing, but they were paying close attention.
Smoothly, Tyrone reached around and placed one large hand on each of Priyanka's enormous tits. He grabbed a solid hold of them and gave them a couple of quick squeezes.
Priyanka was stunned. She tried to turn around, but Tyrone leaned into her, pushing her against the chalkboard. His hands continued their assault on her breasts. They were overflowing even Tyrone's enormous hands.
"HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?!?" Priyanka squealed. "STOP IT! STOP IT!"
Tyrone laughed a bit and gave his teacher's enormous tits a firm squeeze.
"STOP RIGHT NOW, DAMNIT!" Priyanka cried out.
A few of the boys laughed. The girls watched stunned, but they weren't big fans of Priyanka's, so they didn't say anything.
Priyanka managed to look over her shoulder enough to see who was attacking her.
"Tyrone! Stop this right now! What are you doing?!?!"
Tyrone finally spoke up: "We been talking all year 'about how big these titties are. So now I got to find out." Tyrone looked over his shoulder out to his buddies in the room, and he told them, "And trust me, these some big-ass titties."
The guys laughed. A couple of the girls did, too. Priyanka began to cry and struggle more violently. Tyrone's enormous body----more fat than muscle----easily kept her pinned against the chalkboard, her tits squishing out from her sides.
"Tyrone, please! I'm your teacher, for chrissakes! You can't do this!"
"Shut up, bitch!" Tyrone shouted. It shut Priyanka up instantly. The girls hushed. The guys watched on with more interest.
Tyrone leaned in close to Priyanka's ear and gave it a quick, sloppy lick with his wet tongue. "What's it look like I'm doing? I'm finally getting to play with this fine white teacher ass." And with that, Tyrone thrust his hips into Priyanka's ass, which was sticking out a bit by the way he had her positioned. He was only half-erect, but that still made a huge impression when Priyanka felt it pressed against her ass.
"I'm finally going to see what it's like to fuck some white pussy," Tyrone spat, and gave her ear another violent lick.
"Please, noooo," Priyanka said, her words dissolving into a wailing cry. Tyrone gestured with his head to a friend, who ran to the classroom door and locked it.
"You try to scream, I'm going to hurt you. Understand, bitch?"
Priyanka wailed again. Tyrone squeezed her tits harder.
"I said: Do you understand? Huh, bitch?"
"I understand, I understand, please please..." Priyanka cried, softer now. She was terrified.
Tyrone grabbed Priyanka by the shoulders and easily spun her around. Her legs almost collapsed beneath her, but she managed to stay standing. Tyrone was in her face. His breath was hot on her cheek. He had a maniacal twinkle in his eyes. She was terrified.
Still holding her arm with one large hand, Tyrone grabbed the top of Priyanka's top. He turned out to the classroom, many of whom had moved up closer.
"So. Y'all think we should settle the bet once and for all?" he said and tugged at the top of Priyanka's tight shirt.
A couple of the kids said "Yeah!" One of the girls, too. Everyone was smiling, enjoying seeing their sexy and bitchy teacher get some fear knocked into her.
And then, with one violent tug, Tyrone ripped Priyanka's shirt down the front, letting it fall wide open. Her enormous breasts popped into view. So round. So perfectly shaped, topped by medium-sized nipples. They jiggled for a second at the tear, but then settled down, heaving only with Priyanka's muffled cries.
The class cheered a bit---some clapping, some hooting and hollering. Tyrone turned and stared down at Priyanka's heavenly mounds. They were so tan and smooth. He'd never seen anything so big on such a tiny woman.
"So what do we do with this bitch now?" he asked.
Little did Priyanka know, but what would happen next was just the beginning of a week-long torture.
There she was, standing in front of the class, her t-shirt ripped open and her enormous breasts exposed to the class. Tyrone stood next to her, holding a handful of her hair in his fist as though he was presenting her to the class. Priyanka silently wept, her eyes clenched shut.
"So what do we do with this bitch now?" Tyrone asked, looking down at his teacher's beautiful tits heaving as she cried.
"Squeeze those bad boys!" one of the black boys from the back of the class shouted.
"Good idea," Tyrone said. He reached over with his free hand and held Priyanka's left breast in his huge black palm. It barely fits. He shook her breast a bit, and the kids began cheering.
"How'd a little bitch like you get such big titties?" Tyrone asked, licking his lips. He didn't wait for her to answer, and he leaned down and stuck out his thick wet tongue. He barely grazed one of Priyanka's round pink nipples with it, and it instantly perked up and got hard. She could hear the kids cheering, but Priyanka kept her eyes clinched shut.
"Look at her! This bitches big nipples got hard in a second!" Tyrone shouted back to the class. And then he dove in completely, opening his mouth wide and swallowing a mouthful of titflesh. He wrapped his big thick wet lips around a significant portion of Priyanka's right tit. He let go of her hair and wrapped both hands around it, trying to stuff more into his mouth.
Priyanka finally opened her eyes and looked down. Tyrone was buried in her enormous cleavage---her round white globes suffocating his dark black face. He was making disgusting slurping sounds and moaning. He was going nuts all over her, like a hungry animal. He quickly switched his mouth to her other breast.
Kyle, one of the skinniest and scrawniest black kids in the class, hopped up from his desk and ran to Tyrone's side. He immediately attached his lips to her free breast. And suddenly, Priyanka who was such a proper little white daddy's girl was having her magnificent tits slobbered all over by two young black guys.
She hated it. She cried some more and tried to push them away finally. But Kyle and Tyrone leaned in and pushed her up against the chalkboard, pinning her arms to her sides. They were moaning loudly now.
After a minute of tit-assault, Kyle pulled back and looked up at Priyanka. Priyanka frowned at him, tears falling from her eyes.
"Damn, missus! You got some big titties and they taste gooood!" he said, and went back to his masterful sucking of his teacher's boob.
Her nipples were rock hard now, and Tyrone was tugging lightly on them with his filthy teeth. Priyanka told herself it was involuntary, but she immediately new it was a lie. The boys were being surprisingly sensual with her tits, and in some part of her mind, it was turning her on.
The rest of the class, about ten kids in all, had all formed a semi-circle around the scene. The boys grinned and rubbed their palms together. The girls just stared in surprise. Priyanka tried not to look them in the eyes, but instead looked down at the two young black students expertly working her tits into a frenzy.
A moment later, Priyanka noticed that she had lifted her arms and wrapped her dainty white hands around the backs of both boys' heads. She was cradling them as they suckled on her titflesh. This shocked her. Why would she absent-mindedly pull their hungry mouths further into her titflesh? This was a horrible thing happening to her, not something to spur along. But the part of Priyanka that said "This is so fucking hot" was growing louder. She tried to quell it by focusing on the fact she was being assaulted by young boys.
Finally, Tyrone pulled away. He pulled Kyle away with him. Priyanka silently felt an immediate loss, but she hoped they didn't see her disappointment on her face.
"Turn around, bitch," Tyrone said. His harsh tone shocked her back to reality, and she got scared again.
"I said TURN AROUND, YOU SLUT" he yelled and pulled his fist up, threatening to hit her. Priyanka obeyed immediately, spinning around on her high heels.
"Bend over, stick that fat ass out."
Priyanka did, placing her hands against the chalkboard.
"Up! Stick that ass out and UP, bitch!" he yelled at her. The boys giggled behind him.
Priyanka dipped her hips, and her surprisingly plump ass raised up. Her tits, wet with the boys' saliva, pushed out amazingly from her chest.
"Good little bitch!" Tyrone said.
Suddenly, Priyanka felt his palm land hard SMACK! against her ass. She yelped a bit, and the class burst into laughter. This egged Tyrone on, and he spanked her again, reeling back and slapping her hard enough to send her onto her tiptoes, and she almost fell off balance in her heels.
"You like that bitch? You like when Tyrone smacks your fat ass?" Kyle asked, leaning in close to the side of Priyanka's face. She shook her head. Tyrone smacked her again.
"You KNOW you like it, bitch!" Kyle said, leaning in even closer and licking her ear.
Tyrone shouted from behind Priyanka: "Tell this whole class what a fat ass you have!!"
SMACK!
Priyanka said, in a half whimper: "I have a fat ass."
Kyle licked her ear again and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back. He spread his fat lips over hers and plunged his tongue into her mouth. He was obviously inexperienced with women, because he slobbered all over her mouth. He was moaning again. He pulled away and said, "Louder, bitch." Priyanka looked into his grinning eyes and was terrified of the lust she saw. He was turning into some sort of animal. She had to obey. Or else.
"I have a fat ass!" she screamed, louder than she thought she would. The class applauded and made whooping noises.
"Again," Tyrone said, his large palm coming down hard again on her unexposed ass.
"I have a big juicy ass! Everybody loves watching my ass shake!" she screamed out. Kyle went in and gave her a quick, deep kiss.
"Listen to this bitch, Tyrone," he said. "She just be makin' her own shit up! Sayin' shit we didn't even tell her to say!"
"That's cuz she's one horny white bitch! Ain't that right, Miss Priyanka?" Tyrone said.
She nodded furiously. Please God, she thought, let this end soon. I'll do anything to let this end soon.
But, of course, it wasn't ending anytime soon.
Priyanka was bent forward, almost parallel to the floor, her hands spread wide against the chalkboard for support and her ass sticking as high as she could manage. That's what Tyrone wanted, and right now, he was in charge of everything.
He stepped up behind her, ending his relentless spanking, and pressed his pelvis into her shorts-covered ass. Priyanka stumbled a bit, but Tyrone's hands wrapped around her tiny waist and held her up. If he was hard yet, Priyanka couldn't tell, but the pressure and heat from his crotch pressed hard into her round ass was startling.
"Tyrone, please. Please don't do it anymore! If you stop now, I promise I won't say anything to anyone. This can be a classroom secret. Nobody needs to get in trou "
SMACK! Tyrone interrupted her plea with a sharp smack to the side of her enormous tits.
"Bitch, we are already in this for the long run. We gosta to start what we finished here."
The students gathered a couple of feet away and made noises of agreement. Priyanka turned her head to look at them and noticed that one of the black boys was busy making out with one of the Latina girls. He was wildly groping her tits while she sucked on his exposed tongue. The rest of the class didn't notice (or didn't care). Priyanka turned away, disgusted with the whole scene.
Tyrone hooked his fingers into Priyanka's black micro-shorts, but before she could protest, he ripped them down to her knees in one quick movement. The suddenness caused her plump ass (and how a woman so petite got such big tits and big ass was still a mystery to the rest of the students) to shake and jiggle a bit. Tyrone laughed and the class cheered as her tiny black thong came into view. It was bisecting one of the most amazing asses the world had ever seen: perfectly plump, thick but not wide, jutting out from her narrow hips with force, and just loose enough to jiggle but quite firm.
"Daaaaamn!" said the runty little Kyle, who was standing beside Tyrone. They both took in the view of this amazing white booty. They thought only black girls had nice asses, but it was obvious that some white bitches can out-do any black girl's ass. Priyanka was amazing.
She was still bending over, wearing nothing but the scraps of her shredded t-shirt, her tiny shorts bundled at her ankles, ridiculously high heels, and a slim black thong. She felt the fear welling up in her again.
Kyle took the liberty of smacking one of Priyanka's plump cheeks first. It wasn't a hard slap (he was a weakling, after all) but it stung plenty. Priyanka let a slight moan of pain escape her lips.
"That's right, teacher miss!"
Tyrone smacked the other cheek, but let his hand linger and give a quick squeeze. This, he liked. So instead of spanking her again, he grabbed two enormous handfuls of Priyanka's tan ass. He let go and watch the flesh jiggle a moment before stopping. He did it again. And again. Each time he was a bit rougher. He was really marveling at the pure beauty of it. He was like a little kid with a new and confusing toy.
Kyle stepped forward to join in the fun, but Tyrone elbowed him aside: "Let me get some of this, motherfucker. Go kiss on her titties or somethin."
While Tyrone continued his exploration of Priyanka's perfect round booty, Kyle came around to her front. He used a fistful of her hair to yank Priyanka into a semi-standing position. He stepped between her and the chalkboard, and she once again pressed her hands against it for support. Now, she was just inches from Kyle's stupid grin and horrible breath. He was a smoker, even at 18. Priyanka clinched her eyes shut.
"Look at me," Kyle said quite loudly. Tyrone just kept pinching and spanking.
Priyanka opened her eyes. The pip-squeak disgusted her. Short and thin, with bad teeth and breath.
"Now kiss me, bitch. And make it some good shit!" Kyle said, doing his best impression of a confident kid. But he wasn't waiting for her to make the first move, of course, and so he grabbed her by the back of the head and pulled her mouth onto his. She didn't move her mouth, but he pried it open with his long, slippery tongue. He explored every inch of her mouth, moaning and wildly grinding his lips against her. He reached down a bit and started violently massaging her tits.
It was like she was being fucked by two overgrown monkeys.
And then suddenly, a tingle shot down Priyanka's spine. The combination of rough ass-play behind her and the filthy, but passionate, kiss ... along with the expert manipulation of her enormous tits by Kyle's soft hands ... it was apparently making her body respond.
Priyanka shut her eyes tighter, and she tried to ignore the feeling. But it was still there. Growing with each thrust of Kyle's tongue down her throat, and with each light spanking Tyrone gave her from behind. She was terrified of everything happening to her, but her body didn't give a shit about terror or pain.
All it wanted, in that moment, was for these two young black ... well, studs ... to stop doing what they were doing. They weren't going to stop, not anytime soon. Nope, they had a lot of plans for her.
To be continued…..
