He was staring at her again. It was a stare that caused her heart rate to increase and made her stomach flutter. The boy was very masculine and she always felt naked beneath his gaze. Darlene broke eye contact and continued teaching class. Half the boys in her classes usually stared at her, but today he was the only one. The other students were passing notes, staring out the window, and a few were sleeping. They didn't care, most had graduated and couldn't wait for school to end.
The first time she had seen Jamal, he had been a skinny black kid, a nerd, complete with glasses and a brain to match. His IQ was well above genius level and he had a 4.0 GPA. He was the perfect target for the bullies in school because of his nerdy exterior and the fact that his dad was the school janitor. Some days he showed up with black eyes and bruises and he shyly kept to himself, his only friends some of the other geeks.
All that changed this year. When Jamal returned from summer break he was barely recognizable. He was now as big as a pro wrestler and the glasses had disappeared. Coach had flipped when he saw the muscular black kid and recruited him for the football team. He hadn't been very good. He seemed unused to his new body, and unskilled with a football in his hands, but opposing teams soon learned that he couldn't be brought down. He had also skipped half the year and was now failing her class. On top of that Jamal seemed to have a lot of money now and Darlene was afraid he was dealing drugs, even speaking to his father about it. The janitor had replied that Jamal was working at a pharmaceutical plant outside Stoney Harbor and was making some big bucks.
His father had also apparently taken whatever kind of steroid Jamal was on. He looked great and had dyed his grey afro black again. He looked fifteen years younger, more like an older brother then a father. Both men stood around six and a half feet tall towering over the other students and Darlene's small just over five foot frame.
The bell went off and the teacher said, "Read chapters nineteen and twenty. There'll be a quiz on them tomorrow." The class groaned and as one stood up and headed for the door. All except Jamal that is. He stayed seated and continued to stare at her. "Anything I can do for you Jamal?"
"Yes, Mrs. Duncan. I need you to change my grade."
"You should have thought of that before skipping my class. What happened to you Jamal, you used to be such a great student?"
"I decided I'd had enough of dead white people bullshit."
"Keep that language up and I'll see you don't ever graduate." It felt weird threatening this giant hulking black man towering over her. "That's not the respectable attitude I need..."
"I know exactly what you need Mrs. Duncan."
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"I know exactly what you need Mrs. Duncan," said Jamal holding his fat, thirteen inch cock up as he lay naked on her bed.
The woman crawled between his legs and took the cock she loved so much into her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down over it, skillfully swallowing half with one thrust.
"Man, I always wanted this slut, watching her shake that hot ass walking down the school hall. Mind if I fuck her?"
"Sure dad, lets plug this bitch from both ends."
"Wait Jamal..." The woman had never done anything like this before. Jamal's cock was more then enough.
"Shuddup and spread your legs for my dad," shouted Jamal.
Malcom, the school janitor put the video camera on the dresser keeping it aimed at the bed. He was already shirtless and quickly became pantsless as he stripped, his thick eleven inch cock springing up as he freed it.
Malcom climbed behind the girl easily inserting his hard cock into her wet pussy. "Oh god, fuck me," she moaned.
"Shuddup bitch, you'll ruin everything," snapped Jamal.
"This is one hot pussy you got Mrs. Duncan," cried Malcom spanking her ass with one hand and wrapping his other fist around her blonde hair. "I bet Raymond doesn't fill you with this much cock." As he spoke Malcom's arm flexed and her blonde wig fell off revealing curly red hair tied up in a bun.
"Dammit dad," cried Jamal just as his cum filled Tiffany the head cheerleader's mouth.
"Don't sweat it Jamal. We'll have the tech boys edit the video. Now lets fuck this snooty bitch. Never even glanced at me the lowly janitor when you walked on by. Now your hooked on black dick."
"Yes, yes yes," cried the girl licking up Jamal's cum from around her lips. "I'm a slut for your big cocks."
When the two men finshed with her, they quickly cleaned the sheets while Malcom went downstairs. Mrs. Duncan had asked him to fix her plumbing while her husband was away and loaned him a key.
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"Here Darlene," said Malcom handing her a glass of tea. "You looked thirsty."
"Thats Mrs. Duncan, Malcom, but thanks I am thirsty." Darlene was laying out in her yard wearing a modest bikini. She was very aware that Malcom had used the drink as an excuse to check out her body and his eyes were freely roaming every inch of bare skin. She was also very aware of his body. The janitor had removed his shirt in the warm spring air and she had never seen a chest so well-defined. His torso rippled with muscles. "Aren't you done yet?" He was supposed to have finished yesterday while she was at school. Raymond was coming home tonight and she wanted to work on her tan for her husband.
"Almost."
"By the way, Jamal skipped class again yesterday."
"He was with me, bit of a family 'mergency."
"Very good then." Darlene laid back and closed her eyes. The vision of Malcom's granite black chest sprang unbidden to her mind. The way his eyes freely roamed her body as if he owned her, the way his son dominated any room he was in...there was something special about these two. Moisture formed between her legs and it wasn't sweat. Her breasts were smalish, but perfectly formed with fat, sensitive nipples. They hardened, stretching out the bikini top as she thought of the black men. She opened her eyes when she heard the low whistle.
"I always knew you were hiding a hot bod under those dowdy outfits of yours." Jamal was standing over her. He too was shirtless and her eyes couldn't help running down his muscular chest stopping perplexed on a freakishly big bulge under his shorts. "You're sure one fine bitch Darlene."
"Jamal, that's Mrs. Duncan and if you speak to me this way one more time, I'll see you're expelled.
"Yes Mrs. Duncan."
"What are you doing here anyway?"