TEACHER'S BLACKENING. HOW IT ALL STARTED By Moozer
Dee Rogers' life was boring! She was a beautiful 34B-23-35 blonde, 37-year-old fifth grade teacher whose life was stuffed with routines. She had married Pat just after graduation from a prestigious Southern university. Pat was a contractor and was away for days on end.
Reggie Jackson was Dee's student. He had barely finished high school and went to work in the ghetto with other black young men. But Reggie had plans. He rounded up a stable of hoes and started pimping.
Dee was concerned about one of her bright girl students. She would go and talk to her parents. After wandering around in the drab ghetto neighborhood, she realized she was hopelessly lost. Dee decided to pull over and look at a map. No good. She was lost and confused. Then Dee spotted a sleepy bar, The Court. She was a little reluctant, but she had to find her way. The bar was dark. Only the lights behind the bar led her to the bartender.
Then she bumped into something. "What? Oh! Excuse me!" Dee told the black man she had just stumbled into. "That's OK!" his confidant voice replied. Dee look at the young man. He was 22-years old, tall, black, with broad shoulders and large tattooed arms.
"Hi teach. What are you doing here?" Reggie asked. "Reggie! I recognize you!", Dee exclaimed. It was a relief to find someone she knew. Reggie looked at Dee. His elevator eyes started at her ankles. Dee legs were long and white. Her wrap around skirt stopped about four inches above her knees. Her white blouse was buttoned up the front to her neck. Dee noticed Reggie's eyes and was a little embarrassed to know a former student was looking at her with such lust.
Reggie had seen his former teacher several times during high school and wanted to hit on her. "I'd like to fuck her," he thought.
Dee sat down at the table Reggie was occupying. Reggie ordered two drinks and pushed one to Dee. She was feeling a glow even before the alcohol began to hit her. They chatted about their lives. Reggie ordered another and then another. Dee felt giddy and her pussy has beginning to get wet when Reggie touched her hand. He took her hand and led her to the dance floor. Dee was mesmerized by Reggie.
He started to dance. She tried to follow the movements. Reggie moved closer and placed his hands on her hips and guided her through some sexy movements. Then as the music bacame slower and more sensual, his hands moved up to her waist.
Dee felt Reggie pull her close. "I've always wanted to fuck you," he whispered in her ear. It was the alcohol or perhaps the lustful taboo of being with a black man, but Dee could only moan. They continued to dance with Reggie's hands roaming all over her hot body. Reggie slipped both hands over Dee's tight white ass and squeezed both cheeks. Then he slipped his hands under the wraparound skirt and squeezed her bare butt.
Dee felt a shutter. A feeling, starting at her clit, swept up her abdomen and spread out all over her body. She bowed her back and pressed her firm breasts into Reggie's chest while her first orgasm held her in its clutches.
Reggie sensed that Dee had had an orgasm. His hands quickly unbuttoned her blouse and one hand reached in to gently squeeze her left tit, rolling her hard, red nipple between his index finger and thumb. Dee moaned and staggered backward. Reggie caught her and helped her regain her balance.
Reggie could not believe it. This was the white bitch teacher he had wanted to fuck; and now, she had just had her first orgasm in his arms! Reggie took Dee's hand and led her out the front of The Court to a car parked on the street. He opened the back door and pushed her inside.
Dee Rogers' life was boring! She was a beautiful 34B-23-35 blonde, 37-year-old fifth grade teacher whose life was stuffed with routines. She had married Pat just after graduation from a prestigious Southern university. Pat was a contractor and was away for days on end.
Reggie Jackson was Dee's student. He had barely finished high school and went to work in the ghetto with other black young men. But Reggie had plans. He rounded up a stable of hoes and started pimping.
Dee was concerned about one of her bright girl students. She would go and talk to her parents. After wandering around in the drab ghetto neighborhood, she realized she was hopelessly lost. Dee decided to pull over and look at a map. No good. She was lost and confused. Then Dee spotted a sleepy bar, The Court. She was a little reluctant, but she had to find her way. The bar was dark. Only the lights behind the bar led her to the bartender.
Then she bumped into something. "What? Oh! Excuse me!" Dee told the black man she had just stumbled into. "That's OK!" his confidant voice replied. Dee look at the young man. He was 22-years old, tall, black, with broad shoulders and large tattooed arms.
"Hi teach. What are you doing here?" Reggie asked. "Reggie! I recognize you!", Dee exclaimed. It was a relief to find someone she knew. Reggie looked at Dee. His elevator eyes started at her ankles. Dee legs were long and white. Her wrap around skirt stopped about four inches above her knees. Her white blouse was buttoned up the front to her neck. Dee noticed Reggie's eyes and was a little embarrassed to know a former student was looking at her with such lust.
Reggie had seen his former teacher several times during high school and wanted to hit on her. "I'd like to fuck her," he thought.
Dee sat down at the table Reggie was occupying. Reggie ordered two drinks and pushed one to Dee. She was feeling a glow even before the alcohol began to hit her. They chatted about their lives. Reggie ordered another and then another. Dee felt giddy and her pussy has beginning to get wet when Reggie touched her hand. He took her hand and led her to the dance floor. Dee was mesmerized by Reggie.
He started to dance. She tried to follow the movements. Reggie moved closer and placed his hands on her hips and guided her through some sexy movements. Then as the music bacame slower and more sensual, his hands moved up to her waist.
Dee felt Reggie pull her close. "I've always wanted to fuck you," he whispered in her ear. It was the alcohol or perhaps the lustful taboo of being with a black man, but Dee could only moan. They continued to dance with Reggie's hands roaming all over her hot body. Reggie slipped both hands over Dee's tight white ass and squeezed both cheeks. Then he slipped his hands under the wraparound skirt and squeezed her bare butt.
Dee felt a shutter. A feeling, starting at her clit, swept up her abdomen and spread out all over her body. She bowed her back and pressed her firm breasts into Reggie's chest while her first orgasm held her in its clutches.
Reggie sensed that Dee had had an orgasm. His hands quickly unbuttoned her blouse and one hand reached in to gently squeeze her left tit, rolling her hard, red nipple between his index finger and thumb. Dee moaned and staggered backward. Reggie caught her and helped her regain her balance.
Reggie could not believe it. This was the white bitch teacher he had wanted to fuck; and now, she had just had her first orgasm in his arms! Reggie took Dee's hand and led her out the front of The Court to a car parked on the street. He opened the back door and pushed her inside.
