It happened to me a few years ago, I was 36 years old at the time, teaching health education at a racially mixed high school in Long Island. I had been working at the school for about six years, without incident and really enjoyed my work with the teenage students I was teaching. I have long blond hair blue eyes and stand 5’5” I weigh 135 pounds. I guess I’m about 10 pounds over weight but I do have firm 36D breasts. I’m considered attractive.
I’ve never been interested in sports or in any physical activities other than watching them on T.V.
I’m one of those women that lacks assertiveness a soft women says Rich my husband, he’s always been turned on by soft submissive women, so my softness is a turn-on to him.
He’s always bringing Cavalier and Nugget home two magazines dedicated to fights between women. Rich gets turned on reading the letters and the fights, especially when black girls are beating up white girls.
I have read some of the stories and I suppose I did get a little turned on myself reading them but the reality of it is a different thing. As I said, I teach at a racially mixed school and almost all the fights between black and white students are started and finished by the black girls.
Luckily I had never been in a fight in my life having always managed to avoid them by talking my way out of any situation I found myself in. But all that changed the day I had to discipline, a 17-year-old, black student in one of my classes called Yvette.
Yvette was always to be found amongst it if any fights broke out between the students. Being a particularly rough and tumble type of girl with a strong athletic frame. One day last year Yvette was disturbing the class and I finally had to have a security guard escort her to the principal’s office and she was suspended from school.
At the end of the school day, I drove home and when I walked to the front door and had my keys out, a hand shot out and grabbed my upper arm. My legs went to jelly as I turned and stood face to face with Yvette. Her nails dug deep into my soft arms and it hurt. Before I could do or say anything she snatched the key from out of my hand and opened the door pushing me ahead of her.
Closing my door behind her she started to scream at me, calling me every filthy name in the book. She was like a raging lion and all I could do was stand helplessly in front of her in shock.
Yvette was my height, but weighed a little less than me at about 115 pounds. She was wearing a T-shirt and jeans and by the way she had pushed me through the doorway I could tell she was much stronger than I was.
She walked toward me with a menacing look of hate in her eyes. I was back peddling towards the bathroom. Thinking I could lock myself in when all of a sudden, she closed the distance between us and slapped me across the face. I yelped, felt my face redden as tears started to pour down my cheeks. I just didn’t know what to do.
My mouth was so dry I couldn’t speak. Suddenly Yvette punched me driving her right fist into my left breast so hard that left me clutching my breast and gasping in pain as Yvette followed up by grabbing a handful of my hair.
Stopping my retreat towards the bathroom she jerked me around, grabbed my wrists and pushed me up against the wall.
I had never been handled so roughly by anyone.
Yvette grabbed the front of my blouse with both hands and pulled the two sides so hard that the blouse ripped open, popping my buttons.
“Stop that! What are you doing?” I yelled.
I tried to stop her, but she slapped my hands aside, and ripped it down.
Yvette laughed, pulling the blouse right off me exposing my white bra. I tried to run away from her, but Yvette grabbed me, before I could respond, she reached behind me and unsnapped my bra, with a cry of malicious triumph she ripped it off me exposing my breasts.
Yvette waved my bra, triumphantly in the air, and then contemptuously threw it over to the corner of the room.
My hands went instinctively to cover my breasts, but she grabbed my wrists and forced them down to my sides before digging her fingers savagely into both breasts squeezing as hard as she could.
I started to scream. Then she grabbed my skirt and pulled it up to my waist pinching my sides and making me scream and yelp with pain.
Just as suddenly as she began her attack, she stopped and backed off. The look on her face was so hateful and cruel.
“Bitch, I’m gonna’ kick your fucking white ass and just about kill you!”
She continued to repeat her threats as I stood before her trembling with fear, to my horror she slipped off her T-shirt and jeans. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her hard nipples topped her firm black tits that stood straight out. Her legs were thin but muscular and her buttocks looked solid under her black lace panties.
Yvette walked over to me and grabbed hold of my skirt, yanking it down and off me. I felt ashamed as she yanked me toward her by my hair. She started slapping me across my face.
Even though I was older and 25 pounds heavier, I was completely intimidated by the tough black teenaged girl. Her hands grabbed my soft breasts as she pinched and squeezed them pulling my nipples, slapping them hard.
I tried to hit her but she didn’t seem to even notice my attempts as she continued to punish my breasts.
Suddenly she lifted me off the ground throwing me onto the floor; I landed flat on my back the impact had the effect of knocking the wind out of me.
Yvette quickly jumped up onto my belly, straddling me she tucked my arms under her knee’s
“What are you doing?” I moaned feebly, trying uselessly, to wriggle loose, from under the hateful teenager.
“I’m going to rip your fucking fat white ass apart and you’ll be begging me to stop!”
She cracked me across the face, forehand/backhand, snapping my head from side to side.
Yvette grabbed both my tit’s and started twisting them back and forth as I moaned and cried in utter agony unable to do anything but buck weakly beneath her.
She mashed both my breasts in her hands together and started grinding them into each other as I pleaded and screamed for her to stop.
She even spat right into my face. It was awful too have someone, especially a young girl do something like that to me, and not be able to do one damn thing about it.
I wanted more than anything to spit right back at her, but I was to scared of what she would do, to do that.
As she kept terrorising me with her words, I suddenly became aware of Yvette getting sexually excited. With her left hand, she was rubbing the crotch of her panties and her nipples started getting very erect and firm. There was a growing wet spot on her panties and a glazed look in her eyes.
Whimpering to myself beneath her like a frightened child offering nothing but my complete submission. Yvette took this as an opportunity and turned around on my stomach, so she was facing my feet slamming her firm buttocks down hard on my stomach just to make sure I knew my place.
With her other hand, she started to slap my thighs, pinching and twisting the soft flesh making me scream with pain. The pinching of my thighs had the effect of forcing my legs to part with each pinch.
I was now concerned about the pubic hair that would surely be exposed to her gaze.
I did not shave my pubes unless I was going to the beach for a swim and my husband liked my pussy with hair. I knew that my untrimmed blond pubic growth extending slightly down my inner thighs, outside the confines of my panties would be clearly visible to Yvette as she sat on top of me pinching and slapping my thighs.
I let out a cat like scream when her fingers suddenly pulled the hair that escaped from the sides of my panty crotch.
“You fucking hairy cow” she screamed at me twisting and pulling my hairs in a nasty aggressive way.
Suddenly, without warning Yvette ripped my flimsy cotton knickers right of me and positioned herself over my body with her face directly above mine.
She started to taunt me calling me names and then she would spit on my face forcing my mouth open by pinching my nose and drooling into it. As she was doing this, she ground her pussy into mine and humped her crotch back and forth as if she had an imaginary cock I was totally shocked when her body stiffened as she actually had an orgasm.
The smell of sex was in the air as Yvette roughly spread my legs and started rubbing my pussy and ass with the crotch of my panties cursing me at the same time.
I was so frightened of her I just lay on the floor and cried letting her do what ever she wanted.
“Stop that fucking moaning bitch” Yvette shouted. Forcing my panties into my mouth to shut me up.
Her hands seemed to be every place all at once. They ran through my hair from roots to tip, and over my shoulders. She cupped my breasts in her hands for a moment before pinching my nipples between her fingers. She tugged hard, making me squeal.
Yvette’s whole demeanour seemed to change as a smile crossed her face and her eye’s no longer had the angry hate of a few moments before, it was something else something just as terrifying.
Her mouth dropped to my breasts and I moaned as I felt her teeth brush over my sensitive flesh. She pulled my nipple between her teeth and flicked it with her tongue as her hand continued to tease the other one.
“Please Yvette no don’t please” I whimpered as she nibbled and plucked on my thickening sensitive nipples.
Rich my husband would often spend hours toying with my nipples it was something that he knew I liked. Something that never failed to make me wet. Yvette swirled her tongue around my nipples flicking and lashing them with her strong wet tongue.
She pushed my breasts together locked her teeth onto my nips and ground her teeth together looked into my eyes as she held my right nipple in her teeth hard enough to hurt yet hard enough to give me pleasure.
I could feel my pussy moistening below. Though my mind was awash with feelings of fear and hatred for this girl, my body was uncontrollably reacting to her presence and touch.
I trembled with fear when her free hand trailed down my belly towards my pussy.
My entire body jerked when I felt the girl’s long fingers carve a path through the thicket of my wiry, pubic growth pulling and twisting the curls harshly.
Suddenly to my horror and humiliation it happened with an abrupt motion my tormentor’s hand reached down, cupping my pussy in her hand. Her fingers parted the thick pubic hair covering my sex. Making me gasp as she touched the lips of my labia gently massaging them and spreading the rising juices in a slow caress.
I groaned softly between clenched teeth as her probing fingers worked my hair-lined lips wide apart, to probe teasingly up into the soft clasping upper flesh, finding my clitoris with a single finger. My moist labia allowed her finger to roll freely back and forth over my clit in a perfect circular motion, sending a jolt as if I was shocked by electricity.
I struggled to keep my arousal from surfacing as her hand continued its motion.
God, what could I do, how do I make her stop. The real question was not if she would rape me, but how many times. Her fingers continued to glide up and down the moist outer lips of my pussy.
I spat the panties out of my mouth.
“Please, please, Yvette stop please” I begged.
“Oh God Please…” I cried.
Yvette ignored my please and suddenly jammed two long black fingers deep and hard into me, making me gasp and cry as her fingers hit the top of my cervix.
She pressed herself tightly against me stopping my vain attempts to escape her clutches.
As she fucked me with her fingers faster and faster Yvette lowered her head to my left breast and began to lick the nipple lightly with the tip of her tongue and ground her crotch over my right thigh finger fucking me like there was no tomorrow.
My whole nipple and part of my tit was in her mouth her hand squeezed the flesh beneath it as she sucked and bit my erect sensitive nip.
The sucking and finger fucking was having its effect on me, I felt so dirty yet my thighs widened to her squirming touch, I could feel my juices flowing freely from my cunt.
Yvette made rhythmic in and out strokes of her fingers as she plunged her fingers deep inside of me. I opened my legs and rocked my hips, inviting her deeper inside with every motion.
Faster and faster, each time she impaled me with her fingers, my hips would buck up and down involuntarily to meet them. She was now fingering my pussy at an increasing rate. The pleasure that she sent through my body was unbearable I felt the tension building in my loins, writhing and twisting, my thighs pumping in time to her plunging fingers, she knew that I would cum soon.
My thighs began to tremble, as her steadily probing fingers drove me to still higher states of arousal. The funny thing was, that my quickly responding body did not care if it was rape or not. Rape was an intellectual concept, valid within the context of sentient beings but having no place at all in the animalistic world of instinct and desire.
My body, was now disconnected as it was from the thoughts and morals of my mind, it would react as it had been programmed by nature to react. It would react instinctually. It would react primitively. It would react passionately.
I spread my legs farther apart curling my toes, as her fingers became more savage as she thrust them in and out of my now flooded vaginal passage. I worked my hips against her as she plundered and explored my insides.
Yvette was witnessing my utter humiliation and defeat. But my body did not care about such things. It continued to respond to the physical stimulation of the girl’s invading fingers.
A very low, throaty moan came from deep within me, repeating itself every few seconds, growing louder and more intense as Yvette worked me into a fever of sexual abandon.
Every now and again she would remove her fingers and use them against my wet and pouting cunt lips and around the sensitive edges of my quivering clitoris.
Yvette would raise her mouth from my thick nipple and insult me with her cruel words.
A lecherous smirk formed on her face, she refused to let me move from my submissive position beneath her, as she played frantically within the sloppy wet recess of my vagina. My womanly juices dribbled freely soaking the carpet below my trembling buttocks.
Freed from the inhibitions of mind, my body was reacting eagerly to the torture.
I felt that my womb had turned to molten plasma, I moaned, I screamed with pleasure. She was unyieldingly savage and aggressive, determined in her actions.
Suddenly I exploded splattering my juices all over her hand as an almighty orgasm rocked my beaten body.
She removed her hand from between my legs, leaving my pussy to suck angrily at the sudden nothingness. But she didn’t leave me empty for long. Immediately Yvette was on her knees between my legs, pushing my knees up to my breasts and forcing my legs apart. I was frozen. I knew what was coming.
My heart started to pound as my wet swollen pussy was fully exposed to her. Before I had time to react Yvette dove straight into me with her tongue. She sucked on my pussy lips then moved to my clit, locked her big lips around my clit and sucked it for all it was worth.
I could feel her tongue working deeper into my pussy. My breathing was ragged and I thought my heart would burst. I thrashed my legs and screamed bloody murder.
She kissed it, licked it, sucked at the soft folds and flicked her tongue rapidly over my clit. Her nose nudged my clitoris and her hot breath made my labia tingle wildly Yvette kissed and licked every inch of my inflamed cunt.
She was so good at it, so attuned to all the exquisitely delicate refinements of my pleasure. The only thing that had ever come as close was my own fingers. My legs shook out of control. I tried to pull her head away but she grabbed my hands roughly and laid them on the floor beside my spread legs.
I bucked wildly trying to get away from her, but Yvette clamped her teeth onto one of my pussy lips and pulls, sending me a strong and painful reminder of her dominance.
Her mouth was performing marvels on me.
Yvette’s tongue dug in, dove deep and wriggled against my cunt walls, scooped up juices, and slipped back and up to lash at my clitoris. Now and then her bottom lip would press against my, maddening button, while her top lip came over my pubic bush, making like it was going to swallow me and bite my cunt off. Each time she did that my erotic anguish lent new force to the mounting ecstasy in my belly.
I climaxed over and over again.
Her tongue was like a living creature, as she kept liking and flicking her tongue vigorously fucking me with her mouth her left hand gripped my thick blond pubic hairs whilst her right gripped my buttocks holding my bucking body just enough to ensure she was punishing my pussy with overwhelming pleasure.
I screamed and screamed begging and pleading for her to stop.
She growled and her fingers joined in, holding my pussy lips wide apart so she could get more of her face between them so that my pussy flaps enfolded her face.
Her mouth was inside my stretched sex, her tongue reaching in deep to inflame the sensitive sides. The wet sound of her mouth mingled with my rising screams and moans.
Moaning and panting my hips bucked, twist and slide on the girl’s face, my moans escalate to near screams.
I bucked helplessly around on the floor. When one orgasm fell away another would follow. Unable to take anymore, I begged her to stop so I could catch my breath but she only ate me more vigorously. She ate my cunt until I was on the verge of blacking out.
My pelvis jerked up and down uncontrollably, insistently, and my breathing was asthmatic and rapid. It was all too much for me convulsing and trembling I let out a scream with the most intense orgasm of my life.
After she finished with me, Yvette got up and walked over to the couch, removed her panties, spread her legs apart and began to masturbate.
“Bitch! Get your fat white ass over here now” screamed Yvette.
Reluctantly I rolled over and got up on my hands and knees and crawled towards her.
“Lick my feet bitch” she said grabbing my hair, forcing my head down to her feet.
I was so humiliated and weak afraid of what she would do to me, that I wallowed in complete depravity, I did as I was told, kissing and licking her feet and toes. All the time I worshipped her feet she ran her fingers in and out of her cunt until an orgasm racked her body. She grabbed my hair, shifted slightly on the chair, her ass, slipping forward pushing her cunt into my face.
I gagged almost drowning on the sexual juices that flowed from her. Her hard black thighs held my face close to her vaginal lips.
“Fucking lick me bitch and do it right or ill fucking well kill you” she said slapping the back of my head with her hand.
It was fear that made me do it, fear of what she would do to me if I tried to resist her.
I was broken beaten and humiliated by one of my own students, sobbing I slowly pushed out my tongue and licked the soft wet folds of my tormentors cunt.
Yvette ground her pussy into my face holding the back of my head to ensure she had as much of my face as possible as I feverishly licked the black girls cunt.
“OOOHHHHHHH, that’s right, eat that black pussy. Fuck it with your tongue bitch!”
I did my best to stimulate the demanding girl, alternating between licking her outer lips and flicking her clit with my tongue. Yvette just moaned and moaned as she held my face tight against her.
Suddenly Yvette squeezed her legs hard around my head as she let out a scream of release.
“That’s it bitch fucking lick it.”
My mouth and face was a wash with her cum, she made me lick every drop of it pinning my face in place.
She pushed me away from her cunt and dragged me over her lap by my hair.
Then held one of my hands behind my back to restrain me. She also twisted her leg around my thigh and jiggled her knee into my stomach, to get my buttocks just the way she wanted them.
When Yvette finally got my rear pointing right up, in the air, she started to spank me making me yelp in surprise. She kept on spanking me making me yell and scream from the stinging pain.
My bottom was getting redder and redder as her hand slapped my behind again and again. I could not take it any longer, yelling and screaming.
“Stop it! Stop it, please!” I heard myself begging the girl.
“Please, please! Stop it! Oh please! It hurts, so much!”
My voice was so choked up; I sounded like a little girl begging, instead of a grown woman. Yvette suddenly stopped spanking me, grabbed my buttocks with both hands and dug her fingers into my flesh snapping my cheeks apart like a wishbone.
“I told you I would rip your ass apart bitch.” Yvette snarled.
“Please, Yvette please don’t hurt me I whimpered, her fingers digging into my buttocks holding my butt apart.
“Fuck you’ve got a hairy cunt teach those blond pubes of yours trail right up to your asshole. Said Yvette running the soft black tip of her finger around the entrance of my rectum.
“This cunt of yours is so fucking wet.” Snarled the girl spreading the lips of my pussy.
“Please Yvette don’t do this to me.” I whimpered.
Yvette spread my labia wide running her index finger around my moist inner lips.
I whimpered quietly as she ran her fingers through my sensitive folds, fingers teased the lips of my pussy and my body froze as two fingers entered my vagina.
“Oh please god please don’t.” I screamed knowing full well that she was not finished with humiliating me still further.
I felt her fingers hook round on my G spot wave after wave of pleasure rippled through my body making me thrash around on her lap screaming and begging her to stop. But Yvette did not stop; she just kept on and on taking my cunt, fingers squelching in and out of me at an ever-increasing rate.
She made me cum then beat my ass again until I was crying and screaming hysterically.
Finally she pushed me of her lap and I lay on the floor at her feet. I was beaten, humiliated and Yvette got up and slipped on her jeans and T-shirt.
“Understand this bitch! Don’t even think of telling the police. You do and I’ll be back and I’ll fucking kill you!”
She grabbed both my nipples and pinched them hard causing me to scream in pain.
I nodded my head to let her know I would comply with her since I was crying and sobbing so much I couldn’t speak.
Her final act was to rip out a handful of my pubes. “I’ll be keeping this along with your panties and bra as a souvenir” Chuckled Yvette.
With that she got up and slammed the door behind her.
I never went back to that school.
I transferred to a different school, one with very few black girls and believe me I always made sure too stay clear of any trouble with the black girls.
Unable to hide the bruises to my face I had to tell my husband Rich that I had been attacked by one of my students a black girl named Yvette. At first he wanted to call the police but I managed to persuade him not to.
A few weeks after the bruises had healed I told him one night during sex that the girl had sexually assaulted me, he got really turned on and said he would have liked too have seen that. He jokingly threatened to invite her over if I ever misbehaved so he could watch her put me in my place.
The thought of that scares me to death.