Denise Maxwell had been teaching high school in Boston since her graduation two years earlier but she wasn't happy. There was no real challenge because all the students were like Ken and Barbies, seemingly perfect in every way.

She longed for something different so when she saw the notice for a position in a small town in southern Georgia she became excited. The fact that it was an all black school in a depressed area of the inner city only wetted her appetite. This was just what she was looking for, a real challenge. But what peaked her interest the most was that in order to off-set the low pay, a small two bedroom bungalow was available rent free as long as the teacher choose to remain.

So with the reasoning that even in the poorest of neighborhoods an education was important, she applied and was accepted. But she wasn't prepared for reality or the seeming indifference of the school board as well as the few teachers she met or the run down appearance of the school. Nor was the promised bungalow what she had imagined. Never-the-less she vowed to make the best of the situation.

Within a week with help from the school board who reluctantly supplied the paint and other needed items along with a few of her students who had been pressed into service her new home was ready. She had tried to make friends with the students who worked on her home but one student in particular; a boy named Melcolm shunned her best efforts and even in class as she tried to teach was a constant disruption.

Not even the threat of sending him to the Principal had the desired effect or seem to make the slightest bit of difference. In desperation she decided to keep him after class one day even though she was afraid to be alone with him. He was really more a man than a boy if you considered his size and though she hated to admit it his 6 foot 3 inch hulking 225 lb's. frightened her. Not only because his huge bulk dwarfed her diminutive 5 foot 4 1/2 105 lb's., but also because of his total disregard for authority.

Still though she was determined to show him who was boss. As the rest of the students made a hasty retreat the young negro's eyes never left hers and the smirk on his face was one of total indifference, or so she thought. For a few minutes the noise coming from the hallway was deafening and then suddenly nothing. The school seemed to be empty of all life but for her and her student.

Silence like a knife hung in the air as Melcolm continued to stare at her for what seemed an eternity. Then he stood and walked to the door, but instead of exiting as she thought he was going to do he simply looked out into the empty hallway before locking the door and turning back to her with a grin on his face. At first she didn't believe she'd heard him correctly when he said that now was as good a time as any for her to learn who was the boss but then her breath caught in her throat and a shiver raced up her spine as his hand dropped to his crotch and he made a show of cupping his genitalia as he asked if she'd ever been fucked by a brother.

She was like a deer caught in the headlights of a car. She wanted to move but found herself unable to. Panic welled up, tasting like bile as he drew near then his large dark hand touched her throat and for a second she thought he was going to choke the life from her. Instead his hand slid downward to the first button of her blouse. Frozen in fear and with her mind screaming in panic she was unable to do anything but look into his smiling face as he toyed with each button in turn.

Her chest heaved with the pounding of her heart and the blood pumping through her veins was like a raging river making hearing all but impossible, so she had difficulty comprehending him as he undid the final button and her blouse fell open. "We be going to have us a fine ol' time Teach, Yes sir a fine time but before I pleasures your little white body with nigger dick we needs to get you shed of them old lady clothes."

She was struck dumb by his words hardly believing what she was hearing as he told her that once she got a taste of his cock she'd be like a bitch in heat, that she'd be wanting him to fuck her all the time and that she'd do anything to please him. Shaking her head vigorously not only in answer to his command for her to remove her clothes but also in denial of what he'd said about her she attempted to rise and push past him while at the same time attempting to scream, but the only sound to escape her fear tightened throat was a horse croak and then she fell against her desk in response to the slap across her cheek.

Glaring maniacally at her he told her he was tired of fucking around and if she didn't do what he said he'd rip her clothes off and fuck her anyway. Feeling totally helpless, yet now aware that she had a choice. A choice to cooperate and hopefully in so doing make his taking of her less painful. Or she could resist, which meant she could quite possibly be hurt or worse. So with the hope that her cooperation would mean she wouldn't be hurt and that this nightmare would quickly end she reluctantly and with hands feeling like lead removed her blouse, letting it flutter to the floor between her chair and desk.

Then, without being told reached behind her, unfastening her bra and removed it also. As his dark hand closed over a small but firm tit, squeezing it roughly, her eyes misted and for a second the thought to struggle again surfaced, but then just as quickly vanished as she looked into his smiling face and her body sagged in defeat and surrender.

His thick dark fingers began to roll and pull each of her nipples in turn, pinching and stretching them hurtfully as his voice sounding muted and far away droned on about giving her the fucking of her life and that no matter how many white men she fucked she would always think about and long for him. Despite the circumstance or maybe because of it she felt her nipples harden, felt her body grow hot and as a shudder of what might of been excitement racked her shoulders she felt herself for the first time in years becoming wet.

She tried to make sense of her situation, to understand why her body was responding to his hurtful administrations and yes even to his disgusting words. Her feelings of arousal frightened, sickened her for if just his words and fondling could excite her what chance did she have once he made love to her.

Her thoughts raced backwards to her freshmen year of college dwelling on a certain strikingly beautiful redhead who in her naivety she had thought was just being friendly with people of another color for she was always in the company of negros, always boys and sometimes with as many as fifteen or twenty. That Regina always wore the skimpiest most revealing of clothes and appeared to flirt with the boys surrounding her she was well aware of for she had witnessed it one day when as Regina and her had been sitting together talking a group of eight black boys had came up and joined them. Two of them had put their arms about her while another had tried to do the same to her, but Regina had told them I wasn't interested and then giving the two with their arms about her a peck on the cheek she had risen and walked off with them.

Still though she refused to believe the stories other girls whispered about Regina, stories such as how she would fuck any nigger who showed the slightest bit of interest but preferred and really enjoyed getting gang fucked and it was whispered that she was such a black cock slut that the more niggers there were the better she liked it, sometimes taking on as many as twenty, twenty five at a time. There was even a story about the real reason Regina had been absent for three days, a story that until she had walked into Regina's room and saw her being fucked by three boys at the same time she hadn't believed.

According to a girl whose brother was on the football team the slut accompanied by several black members of the team had brazenly walked into the teams locker room where after putting on a show by sucking the cocks of a half dozen black team members while everyone looked on she had taken on damn near the whole team, the only reason she hadn't was that the coach had walked in.

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