Nightschool Assignment: 
The Janice Atkinson Story
By Badandy2

   Janice Atkinson sat intently in the small college lecture room.
At the front of the room, Professor Edwin Marr was giving a long
winded speech on the effect of location versus lifestyles.  Janice
had decided to try and further her education in the effort to
receive a job promotion at the sales company she worked at.  It was
decided that to move up in the company she needed a degree in
sociology and thus she had decided to head back to school.

  At 34 years of age, it was a little harder for Janice Atkinson to
just pick up and head off back to school.  She was married and had
two young daughters that needed looking after, but her husband Bryan
had ageed that it was an opportunity that she couldn?t miss and
insisted that she attempt the education process.  It also wasn?t
easy on Janice that she had to leave her home in Canada and attend a
small satellite college just outside of Detroit.  Though it was only
a hour and a away from her home, Janice had to stay at the school
during the week to save the on going battle of crossing the
Canadian-U.S border all the time.  Yes, it was hard enough that she
had to be away from her family during the week . . . but even harder
that she had to attend school in a foreign country.  But she was
convinced that her hard work would pay off in the long run.

  Janice was the oldest student in Proffesor Marr?s class and since
she was a ?so-called? foreign student, she felt that Proffessor Marr
was harder on her than some of the other students in the class.
Janice took particular note that the student that sat beside her
seemed to get rather special treatment, he was a young colored man
named Calvin Smith. As far as Janice could figure, Calvin Smith was
probably in his earlt twenties. He wasn?t a brillant student, but he
seemed to do okay paticularily with Proffessor Marr?s extra
assistance, Janice Atkinson felt that the proffesor was always
showing favortism towards the young black.

 Janice Atkinson also felt that the other classmates seemed to give
her the cold shoulder, perhaps it was the diferent way in which she
dressed.  Unlike many of the younger students who dressed in jeans,
t-shirts and casual clothing . . . while Janice was always dressed
atriculte.  The pretty housewife believed in wearing knee length
pleated skirts, with nylons, fancy blouses and usually a dress
jacket or sweater. The mid thirty wife just couldn?t understand why
the other students didn?t dress as nice as she did.    

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    Proffessor Marr?s classes were usually the last ones of the day
for Janice, generally starting at 4pm and ending around 6.  The
course had been the toughest part of the housewife?s return to
school and she found herself very close to the borderline of either
passing or failing.  The school year was nearing the end and Janice
Atkinson knew that the up coming class assignment was going to be
important to whether she passed the course. 

  Proffessor Marr casually strolled around the room as he announced
the upcoming assignment, ?Okay class, I will now pass out the topic
in which each of you will be expected to write a full and detailled
essay on.  I expect you to use in depth investigation to do your
essay and if need be, use whatever methods needed as resourse!?.
Proffessor Mar then proceeded to walk around to each of the students
and hand them a written copy of what their topic was to be.  Janice
Atkinson noticed that Proffessor Marr had a smug grin on his face
when he handed the sheet to her.


   Janice Atkinson did?nt care much for the elderly proffessor,
besides always showing favortism towards Calvin Smith Janice felt as
though the proffessor always seemed to be undressing her with his
eyes.  Proffessor Marr was one of the senior proffessors on campus
and a well respected teacher, but Janice Atkinson just had a strange
feeling about him.  It wasn?t just that he was a little strange
looking, a tall white man at about 6'3" and quite heavy at perhaps
220 lbs Proffessor Marr also had that nerd look about him because of
the tiny bifocal glasses he wore.  Slightly balding with grey hair
and a salt and pepper beard, the proffessor was divorced and without
female companionship for several years.

  Janice Atkinson looked down at her paper that listed her
assignment topic.  Since Proffessor Marrs class had been dealing
with society?s different class groups, it didn?t overly surprise
Janice that her subject matter was ?The investigation of poor Inner
City youth gangs and how white middle class can help them?.  Janice
Atkinson patiently waited until the class was over before
approaching Proffessor Marr ?Proffessor . . . Proffessor? she called
out as she caught the proffessor just before leaving the lecture
room.  ?Oh Mrs. Atkinson . . . can I help you?? Proffessor Marr
inquired.  The shy housewife stuttered for a minute as she looked
for the appropriate way to phrase her request.  ?Well yes sir,
perhaps you can? she began ?I was wondering whether you?d be able to
assign me a different essay topic. Since I?m not from this area, I
think it would be rather hard to find the proper contacts to
properly investigate this particular topic you gave me? Janice
pleaded.

   The tall Proffessor gave the much shorter female a disappointed
look ?Mrs. Atkinson you must know that a topic assigned is strictly
by the course ciriculum, I can?t make exceptions to certain students
just because it isn?t convenient for them to research a topic?.
Janice Atkinson was suddenly deflated as she realised that the
Proffessor was right, but slightly bouyed as the Proffessor
mentioned ?Now I might have an idea which might help you!? he
stated.  Janice?s frown turned upwards slightly as she inquired ?Oh
. . and what might that be sir??.

   Proffessor Marr looked towards the door and called out, ?Calvin
my boy, would you mind coming here for a moment??.  Calvin Smith
came hip bopping over, ?Yes Sir, Proffessor. What can I do for ya??.
Proffessor Marr turned back towards Janice Atkinson as he spoke,
?Calvin, Mrs. Atkinson here could desperately use your expertise.
Would you mind giving her a hand??.  Janice Atkinson had an
astounished look on her face as she listened to the Proffessor and
the black student.  The young black broke into a huge grin and
looked towards Janice as he replied, ?Sure Proffessor, I?d love to
help Mrs.Atkinson. How can I help??.  ?But ... but ... Proffessor
Marr!? Janice Atkinson tried to interject.  ?Ssshh Janice!  Well
Calvin Mrs.Atkinson needs some help to research the poor black class
or people that you might have knowledge of? Proffessor Marr
continued ?Perhaps you can introduce her to some of your less
fortunate friends for an interview?.  The black student peered back
and forth between th e Proffessor and Janice Atkinson ?Yeah sure
Sir!  Be glad to.  Meet me at the downtown library tonight at eight
Mrs.Atkinson . . . we?ll take you to see some of my kind? Calvin
Smith offered as he headed out of the classroom.

   ?Sir I could of looked after doing the project without
assistance? Janice Atkinson remarked to the Proffessor after Calvin
Smith left.  ?Mrs. Atkinson, you expressed that you didn?t have
acess to the proper conacts for your essay. Calvin can help you in
that area . . . you don?t have a problem working with Calvin because
of the color of his skin I hope??.  Janice stuttered almost
embarrassingly  ?No .. No, I don?t have any problems in that area
sir? she replied.  ?Good . . good Mrs.Atkinson because with this
type of project, a person needs to get very intimate with their
subject matter! Now you better get off so you?re ready to meet
Calvin at eight?.  ?Yes Sir Proffessor Marr? Janice responded as she
headed out the door and down the hallway.  Proffessor Marr watched
the 34 yr old student head off down the hall, as a sly grin came
upon his face.            

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   Janice Atkinson couldn?t believe how Proffessor Marr had so
readily allowed Calvin Smith to assist her in researching  her
sociology project.  She could of easily done the investigating
herself without the black students help she thought to herself as
she rode the city bus to the downtown library.  She slowly walked up
the steps of the large granite stone building and strolled past the
main desk, looking around the main room until she spotted Calvin on
the far side of the room.  ?Hello Calvin!? Janice quietly stated as
she reached where the young man was sitting reading.  ?Oh hi
Mrs.Atkinson, hows it going?? the young black male replied as he
roled up the magazine he was reading.  Janice couldn?t help but
notice that the magazine was a copy of Playboy as he pulled himself
up out of the chair.  Calvin Smith realising that the older female
student had seen his material, simiply shrugged and with a grin ?I
read it only for the articles? he offered.  ?Yeah right? Janice
retorted in disg ust.

    ?I suppose you?ve never even looked at such literature?? Calvin
inquired as they headed out of the library.  ?I?ve seen them before,
my husband has bought that type of smut!? Janice stated as she led
the way down the outside steps to the sidewalk.  ?Waht you don?t
approve of these type of magazines?  You don?t approve of nudity??
Calvin quized as they stopped at the sidewalk.  ?I just think that
certain things are better left in the bedrooms . . . not put on
display in magazines? Janice replied.  Calvin had a wide grin and
shook his head in disbelief  ?Man, you must be one of those real
prudish upperclass wives . . . the ones that don?t suck their
husbands dicks . . don?t believe in foreplay . . . and give it to
the old man once a week only if he?s been a good boy!?.  Janice
Atkinson quickly turned in her tracks, ?I am not a prude! Besides my
sex life is none of your damn business? she shot back at the black
student.  A slight color of red flushed her face as she continued ?I
told Proffessor Marr we shouldn?t work together on this essay . . .
lets quit talking about my personal life and get to work . . . where
the hell are we heading anyways?.  Calvin Smith?s grin broke for a
moment and then reappeared ?whoa . . . okay we?ll get to work . . we
got to go over five blocks to a friends place in the east side . . .
are you up to a stroll in the ghetto Mrs. Prudish wife??.   ?I?m not
prudish damnit!? Janice Atkinson defiantely stated as she began to
follow Calvin Smith.

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  Janice was starting to have second thoughts about what she had
allowed herself get into as she followed Calvin Smith down the
street and further into the rougher part of town.  Janice silently
asked herself what she was thinking of, her she was slowly entering
further into the seedy section of town with a black man she barely
knew.  She noticed that as they got into the third block of this
part of town, she was the only white female to be seen . . . in fact
she was the only white person at all.  She quickly sped up to get
even with Calvin Smith, although she hardly knew him other than
school . . he was the only person that she knew at all.  ?Whats a
matter Mrs.A, you a little nervous?? Calvin asked with a sly tone.
?Don?t worry Mrs.A we?re only a couple more blocks away from Big
Stick?s house? he continued as he picked up the pace.

  Janice Atkinson was now cursing the fact that she had wore a pair
of high heel shoes for this meeting, actually she now knew that she
was grossly overdressed for the location they we?re going to.  She
could feel the leering eyes from the local residence?s as they
walked the street, she knew that she did stick out like a sore thumb
in her fancy mint green skirt and jacket with the white blouse
underneath.  She heard a few cat calls from a small group of men
from across the street and tried desperately to ignore them.  The
whole trip was rather unnerving for the naive housewife from the
rural area of Canada.  She was relieved when Calvin finally turned
and walked up a path to a large rundown clapboard house, Janice was
so eager to get off the street that she quickly followed the young
black male up the steps to the door.

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  After several knocks on the door, it was finally opened a small
crack from someone within. ?Yeah who the hell is it?? came from the
voice behind the door.  ?Hey it?s cool man, it?s me . . Calvin bro!?
Calvin Smith replied.  The door immediately swung open and a black
man welcomed Calvin in, ?This here is Mrs.A, Candyman.  Mrs.A meet
Candyman!?.  Janice Atkinson tenatively held her hand out to shake
hands, the tall black man with the dreedlock hair gave her a hand
slap instead ?Hey how you doin? Mrs.A!  My, my you one fine lookin?
lady sweets!?.  Janice Atkinson could see that the black man was
quite interested in her and no doubt for all the wrong reasons.  She
held close to Calvin Smith as they went into the adjourning room,
careful to keep an eye on the other man.  

  As they entered the other room, Janice could smell a distinct
strange aroma . . . a smell that she was vaugely aware of from her
teenage days . . . marijuana.  Janice was able to look around the
room as they entered and Calvin headed over to greet a large black
man sitting on the couch between two black girls.  ?Hey there Cal
man? the other man expressed as Calvin walked towards him.  Janice
peered around the large room, over in one corner was a slightly out
of focus T.V surrounded around the room by several tattered pieces
of furniture.  ?Yo Big Stick, how are ya?? Calvin responede as they
exchanged some strange hand slap ritual.

  Janice could now see that besides the man called Big Stick, the
two girls and Candy man . . there were three other young black men
and another black female.  As she looked around the room she
suddenly heard Calvin refer to her, ?Yeah Big Stick, this here is
the classmate I was telling you about . . . Mrs. A.  She?s from
across the border in Canada?.  Janice tenatively walked towards the
large black man with her hand extended, ?Hello Mr.Stick, Janice
Atkinson?.  As Big Stick shook her hand she could feel the constant
leers of all those in the room, ?Well hello Mrs.A? he responded as
he carefully massaged her dainty white hand within his.  Janice felt
a little uncomfortable, as it was obvious that Big Stick was quite
struck by the white housewife.

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   Janice got down to the task at hand, asking a large number of
questions of Mr. Big Stick and his friends which dealt with her
class project.  She carefully sat herself down on a small fold up
chair which sat just off to the side of the couch which Big Stick
and his two female companions were sitting. Pulling out a pad and
pen from her carry bag which doubled as her school briefcase, Janice
began her questioning of the group.  Janice felt rather out of place
sitting in the room with the group, she in her nice fancy clothing .
. well the rest of the occupants had blue jeans and T- shirts on.
The interview was actually going along quite well she thought, other
than the few snide remarks in reference to her well to do white
upbringing made by the group every once in awhile.  Janice just put
the remarks off as slight jealousy and continued her questioning.
Big Stick at one point had one of his female friends get up to fetch
him and his guest Janice a drink, since he had almost demanded that
it be an alcoholic beverage Janice had chosen a rum and coke.

   During her questioning time, Janice was able to find out the
names of the rest of the group.  The two females on either side of
Big Stick were named Chantel and Pam, slim pretty girls that seemed
to dress rather skimpy Janice thought as she looked at them in their
tight jeans and crop tops that showed off their mid section.  The
other girl in the room was called Teresa and was quite a bit larger
than the other two girls.  Teresa probably weighed close to two
hundred pounds, she was tall and slightly overweight . . . she was a
tough looking gal.  The other two men that occupied the room were a
pair of brothers, Donnie who looked to be about 5' 7" tall and
heavyset . . . plus his brother Danny who was slightly taller and
quite muscular.   Big Stick insisted that she have a second rum and
coke as the questioning continued.

  After almost a hour of inquireing the group, Janice found that she
was getting near the end of her questioning. She was quite surprised
by some of the answers she had received and was quite sure that she
had enough information to write an excellent essay. She also noted
that she was getting rather light headed fromm the strong odor of
the special smokes that the group were indulging in, she felt it
would proabaly be best if she left with her collected information.
?Well Calvin I guess I?m done, can you walk me back to the library
now? Janice Atkinson requested of her black co student. Big Stick
upon realising that his interviewer was getting near completion,
abruptly changed the topic and his tone.  With a nasty grin he
casually inquired ?Well Mrs. A we answered all your questions and
probably helped you get a good mark on your little school project .
. . now what you gonna do for us??.  Janice looked towards him with
a startled expression ?What do you mean Mr.Stick??.  With a sudde n
sound of laughter from the group, Janice began quite nervous of
where the conversation was leading.  ?First off Mrs. A, you can call
me just Big? Big Stick continued ?Secondly, you couldn?t expect all
this valuable information we gave you . . . for free could you??.

   Janice was now starting to feel a tension growing in the room,
she noticed that the fellow named Candyman had casually walked over
and was standing in the doorway leading to the hall . . . the exit
was blocked.  ?But . . but Mr. Stick . . . I mean Big .. . . what do
you want from me?? Janice looked towards Calvin with a frightened
look. ?Calvin and I agreed on a payment of you getting your
information in exchange of us getting to see your pretty white ass
Mrs.A . . . we want to see you out of those expensive designer
clothes babe . . . naked?.  Janice Atkinson knew she was in a great
deal of trouble now as she looked around the room, all the occupants
had their eyes trained on her and none of them looked as though they
were going to help her out of this situation.  ?Please . . please
Big, let me go . . . I can?t do this. I?m a married woman and have
two children . . . pleaseI just can?t? Janice pleaded.  

  As janice began to look around the room for a possible escape, Big
Stick picked his large frame up off of the couch and walked towards
Janice.  With an evil grin he stated ?Oh you can Mrs.A and you will.
It?s only fair that you give us what we want since we gave so
graciously to you?.  With that said Big Stick took a large drag off
his marijuana cigeratte and pulled Janice?s face towards his.
Placing his lips on hers, he blow the lethal smoke into her mouth .
. . a shotgun toke had been delivered.  He held his lips tightly
against Janice Atkinson?s until the smoke had a lingering effect and
after he pulled back Janice coughed the excess out.      

  Janice stepped backwards stumbling slightly in her high heel
shoes, she now felt her head spinning from the weed and booze.
?What do you want from me? the trapped housewife asked desperately.
Big Stick walked back towards her and as he stood directly in front
of her he announced ?We want this Mrs. A!? he said as he reached
down and rubbed her crotch through her skirt.  Janice was
dumbfounded as she briefly closed her eyes and then reopened them as
she stepped backward again until she was backed up against one of
the walls of the room.  Big Stick at this point turned back towards
the sofa as he calmly stated ?Girls maybe you can help Mrs.A out . .
. out of her clothes? he chuckled.

  The three black females got up from where they sat and started
towards Janice Atkinson. Janice looked around the room, only to find
no where to run.  The three females surrounded Janice like a pack of
wolves and two of them took a hand each to lead Janice back out to
the center of the room.  Chantel reached up and ran her fingers
through Janice?s short curly reddish blonde locks, then let her hand
glide down Janice?s one cheek as she wiped away the tears that had
collected.  ?Don?t worry ma?am, just relax and enjoy it? the cute
black teen reassured.  Janice could feel Pam pulling the older
woman?s suit jacket down off of her shoulders . . . she wanted to
stop her, but it seemed that everything in the room was moving in
slow motion now and Janice felt unable to.  Chantel had now begun
unbuttoning Janice?s white blouse . . . Janice peered downward as
she watched each button come unfastened ?Please don?t? she pleaded
in an undemanding whisper.  As the blouse was being pulled out of
her skirt and eventually off of her body, almost simutaniously
Teresa had unzipped the short pleated skirt in back and was tugging
it down over Janice?s hips.     The three black females stepped back
slightly to survey their progress so far, Janice Atkinson stood
trembling before the group wearing only her high heel shoes, white
lacy bra and panties.  The five black males roared their approval
and Big Stick encouraged the girls to continue their duties.  Janice
stood her ground as Chantel and Pamapproached her once again, the
two black women were much younger than the white housewife . . . but
had total control over their female partner.  Chantel who was a 5'6"
well built sweetie about twenty years old, reached up to Janice?s
bra straps and slid them off her shoulders . . . letting her hands
glide down each of Janice?s arms until they came to rest in Janice?s
hands.  Meanwhile Pam had stepped in behind Janice,  as  she reached
around to the front of the white housewife and cupped her brass ire
covered breasts Pam also leaned over and   Chantel and Pam knew what
their male counterparts wanted, many a times the two females eagerly
became sexually intimate with each other in front of the male
friends . . usually orally pleasing each other before breaking into
a full blown orgy with the black men.  So the two women were quite
at ease with the bisexual aspect of their encounter with Janice
Atkinson, it was however though a new experience for them that it
was with a white female and that fact excited the two.  Pam finally
pulled back far enough to gain access to Janice?s bra latch,
carefully unfastening it to allow it to fall off Janice?s body.  As
it fell to the floor, Janice?s full 36" white mounds jiggled
slightly . . . Chantel was quick to reach up and squeeze first one
and then the other tit.  ?You have nice titties Mrs.A? the young
black female commented as she leaned over to nibble on the large
erect nipples of Janice Atkinson.

  Once again Janice Atkinson could not help herself as she moaned
quietly from the the pleasurable feeling of Chantel?s mouth on her
breast.  The 34 year old housewife felt the other black girl
continue to kiss her shoulders and neck, as much as Janice tried to
avoid what was happening to her . . . she could feel her crotch area
getting hot.  Janice was now no longer in control of the situation
and her body was betraying her, she would periodically close her
eyes hoping that the whole scene was maybe a dream . . . her
imagiantion.  But when she reopened them she?d find that she wasn?t
dreaming, she was indeed in a strange house with a group of eight
blacks . . . being led into sexual perversion beyond anything she
might imagine.  Janice Atkinson now stood in the middle of the room
with only her high heels and her pretty white panties still on . . .
she could feel the burning glare of the five black men as they
hungrily gazed upon her naked body.

   Janice was almost in an intoxicated state now, she realised what
was happening to her . . but she didn?t care anymore . . . she had
resigned herself to the situation.  In her clouded mind, Janice
could occasionally hear the chatter between the five men.. She could
hear them laughing, their rude  comments of what a hot white slut
she was and what they planned to do to her, but there to she only
cared about the pleasure she was experiencing . . not the
degradation.  She was awakened from her daze slightly when she heard
Big Stick direct Pam and Chantel to step back and let Teresa play
with the white bitch for awhile.  Janice opened her eyes in time to
see the two smaller black females backing away and the much larger
Teresa walking towards her as she unbuttoning her own flannel shirt.  

  As Teresa reached Janice she was now pulling off the flannel shirt
and tossing it aside.  Teresa reached up and placed her fingers into
Janice Atkinson?s short curly hair and roughly pulled the white
woman?s head towards hers.  Janice felt the black females lips press
hard against hers and felt the other woman?s tongue begin to force
it?s way into her mouth.  Teresa was much bigger than either of the
other two black females . . . and much rougher, Janice tried to pull
away but to no avail.  Big Stick watching the action from his
position on the couch motioned to Chantel and Pam to assist Teresa,
with each grabbing one of Janice Atkinson?s arms to hold her in
place . . Janice now found it useless to fight the large females
advances.  As she continued to kiss Janice Atkinson, Teresa
gradually moved her hand down to the white housewife?s exposed tit?s
and began to roll the erect nipples between her thumb and index
finger.

  Teresa at about 6'2" tall and close to two hunded pounds, dwarfed
Janice Atkinson even though Janice still had her 2" heels on.  The
forceful black woman began to taunt her white female captive as she
continued forcing her mouth onto the less ressistant Janice, ?Yeah .
. . you like it don?t you, ya white bitch.  You like the taste of
Teresa?s mouth don?t you??.  Janice felt total humiliation to be
spoken to in such a manner, never in her life had she been treated
so degrading . . . yet the housewife from Canada felt a strange
feeling of arousal as this black female continued her attack.
Teresa pulled her mouth off temporarily as she reached up between
her large 38d tits and unfastened her cream coloured bra, ?Yeah you
like it don?t you whitey, you gonna like the taste of Teresa?s big
black titties too!? the overpowering female stated as she grabbed
Janice on both sides of her head and drew her face into her bossom.  

   Janice Atkinson?s face pressed against the large black tits and
when she was hesitant to start sucking Teresa?s melons, she felt a
quick slap across her panty covered buttocks.  ?Come on Mrs.A, suck
Teresa?s juggs honey she heard Pam demand.  With the threat of
another slap of her ass to come otherwise, Janice Atkinson now
willingly opened her mouth and engulfed the large dollar sized dark
colored nipples.  As Teresa held Janice?s face buried into her
tit?s, the captived housewife could feel a someones finger gently
pushing the crotch of her panty aside and begin rubbing her aroused
clit.  ?Yeah . . . Oh yeah. Suck my tits Whitey!? she heard Teresa
command as she felt the finger begin to invade her pussy.  Janice
Atkinson could no longer control her desires, the feeling of
pleasure was too great as she knowingly began to push her body back
in an effort to receive deeper penetration from the finger.

   The large black girl Teresa, once again pulled Janice?s face back
up to hers and buried her tongue between her white partners lips.
Janice?s head was swirling as she felt the finger withdraw from
between her legs, suddenly feeling fingers sliding into either side
of the waistband of her panties.  With a forceful pull, Pam ripped
the sheer white material from Janice Atkinson?s body.  They now had
the defenseless white housewife from Canada completely naked except
for here black shoes.  Janice felt embarrassed and humiliated . . .
and yet she also felt uncontrollable pleasure as Pam began inserting
the finger into her again      

   Out of the corner of her eye, Janice Atkinson could see Candyman
and another of the black men dragging a large bed mattress in from
an adjourning room.  It was quickly placed in position directly
behind where the women stood, once the two men had sat back down
Janice could feel herself being assisted down onto the mattress by
the three black women.  

   Janice was laid out on her back on the soft mattress and then
watched in stunned silence as Teresa who was standing at the foot of
the mattress slowly undid her tattered jeans and pulled them down
off of her hips and tossed them off to the side.  Janice Atkinson
was being held slightly in place upon the mattress by the other two
females as she watched Teresa disrobe, it was in fact almost
tranquil for Janice laying on the mattress as Pam ran her fingers
through Janice?s short reddish locks and Chantel continued to
massage her exposed white breasts.  Eventually the more muscular
black female Teresa pulled off her socks and then stepped up onto
the mattress and stood directly above the outstretched Janice,
Teresa stood above her almost like a goddess clad only in her white
bikini briefs.   

    ?Whitey I want you to remove my panties honey !?  Teresa barked.
Without hesitation Janice Atkinson sat up from her prone position
and reached upward to grasp the waistband of the black woman?s last
article of clothing.  Slowly they slid down the ebony toned legs of
Teresa?s until she lifted first one foot and then the other to allow
Janice to completely remove them from her body.  Janice almost felt
relieved now that there was someone else in the room naked beside
herself. Janice looked upward from her sitting position into the
eyes of the tall black female, she was able to notice a slight grin
upon the towering black girls face just before she felt Teresa?s
fingers grasp the tight reddish curls of Janice?s hair and pull her
face towards the musky smelling area between her legs.  Janice
Atkinson was caught off gaurd and had a face full of black bushy
hair, she could hear the group of men laughing in the background as
Teresa moved Janice?s face closer.

  ?Come on whitey suck my pussy . . . make Teresa feel good honey?
Teresa commanded the poor white female.  Janice Atkinson had never
been so close to another woman?s private area before and was unsure
she wanted to do as the black girl demanded.  ?Please . . . let me
go now.  Calvin please take me back to the university campus? Janice
stated in a muffled tone as her face was still held tightly to
Teresa?s crotch.  Teresa was now getting agitated by the delay
?Listen lady, Teresa is horny and wants her pussy sucked . . . now
get to it. You ain?t going anywhere till I get satisfied whitey!?.
Janice knew she was in a very bad position to disobey the black
woman again, thus she tenatively stuck out her tongue and touched
the wet pussy of her female counterpart.  ?Oh yeah baby? Teresa
cried out ?Come on now give Teresa more . . come on!?.

   When Janice Atkinson failed to deliver more oral pleasure upon
the threatening black woman, Teresa decided it was time to force her
white plaything into complying.  As she stood above Janice she
suddenly  pushed her backward onto the mattress and before Janice
could prepare herself for a struggle, Teresa had quickly lowered
herself down onto the mid section of prone female, temporarily
knocking the wind out of the housewife.  One of the men passed
Teresa another joint, sitting atop Janice she took a long drag off
the lethal smoke.  Peering down at the helpless Janice, Teresa took
a second drag off the joint and then leaned over until her lips were
pressed against those of the white woman?s. Holding her mouth
tightly to that of Janice?s, the young black female blew a dose of
the smoke into her counterpart.  As Janice recovered from the haze
of the smoke, she now felt the painful feeling of Teresa pinching
her erect nipples.  ?Now listen white bitch, you?re gonna suck my
pussy or I ca n make life very difficult for you Teresa stated in a
harsh tone.  Laying flat on her back, Janice Atkinson had no way of
preventing the black woman from sliding her body upward towards
Janice?s face.  She felt Teresa?s buttocks glide across her erect
nipples . . . soon Teresa?s knees pinned down both of Janice?s arms
. . . the womans dripping cunt was now directly above Janice?s face.
?Now you have no choice honey . . you either eat Teresa?s pussy or
you suffocate? the stronger black female said with a laugh as she
slowly lowered her awaiting pussy down onto Janice Atkinson?s mouth.

  Janice realised she now had no choice but to try and bring the
black woman to orgasm to be able to get up again.  She slowly
tweaked her tongue onto the rudely exposed pussy lips . . . the
black girl moaned in delight.  Janice tried again with her tongue .
. . and then as Teresa lowered her body down even lower, Janice had
no choice but to open her mouth fully and begin to devour the sweet
juices of Teresa?s cunt.

  Pam and Chantel realising that Teresa probably could use some help
in getting the optium performance from their white sex partner,
quickly got down on the mattress with the other two women.  Although
remaining clothed the two young black females knew exactly where to
attack to arouse Janice fully, Pam attached her mouth to one of
Janice?s exposed white tit?s while squeezing the other . . . while
chantel knelt down between Janice?s spreaded legs and began rubbing
the pretty redheads damp pussy.  Janice could hear in the background
the group of men hooting and hollering their approval as Teresa
grinded her crotch into Janice?s awaiting mouth.  

   Janice next felt someone grabbing her wrists and and clamping her
arms outstretched to the top corners of the mattress with velco
wrist wraps that had been sewn onto the corners . . . within a
matter of minutes, Janice felt her ankles being attached in similar
fashion to the bottom two corners of the mattress.  The wife from
Canada, now knew she was helpless to stop the group from using her
body for whatever sexual perversion they preferred.  As Teresa
continued to place her black pussy in a position in which Janice
could expertly tongue and suck it, the white woman took a large
breathe of air as she felt Chantel insert one . . . then two . .
.three . . . and finally four fingers into Janice?s aroused cunt.  

   As much as Janice inwardly cussed her captors, she was slowly
losing the battle with her inner feelings of arousal as Chantel
continued to work her fingers on the poor housewife?s private area.
The excitement of watching their women attack the white woman?s
attractive body was having a profound effect on the five black males
as each had begun to discard their clothing and prepare for their
turn with her.  Having no choice but to continue eating the black
girls pussy, Janice now had the woman?s juices covering her face . .
. she continued to feel the girl named Pam, squeezing and sucking on
her breasts . . . Janice knew without looking that her nipples were
extremely erect from the girls attention.  With one last flick of
her tongue, Janice Atkinson finally made Teresa explode in a
powerful orgasm.  The muscular black woman pressed her cunt roughly
against Janice?s mouth until the great feeling subsided . . . then
finally rolled off her mount and laid exhausted next to Janice.  

  Janice although also very drained from the workout, didn?t have
the option of quitting.  With Teresa being through with the married
white woman, it now meant it was time for the black men to get
involved.  The ring leader, Big Stick arose from the couch and began
undoing his jeans.  While the young black man was disrobing, the one
called Candyman had went out of the room and then returned, tossing
a large green cucumber to Chantel.  ?Here Chaney babe . . . you
might want to prepare our pretty white guest for Big Stick with
this!?.  Janice just looked with astounishment at the cucumber as
she almost pleadingly inquired, ?You?re not going to stick that in
me are you?  Please . . please no!?.  The young black female began
rubbing the end of the cucumber around Janice?s already enflamed
clitoris, ?Don?t worry honey, I?ll take it nice and easy with you?
she cooed.  Janice closed her eyes briefly again as she felt the
nubbed end of the cucumber pressing against her opening . . . taking
a l arge breath as the black girl delicately began inserting the
large object into her.  In her moment of pleasurable pain, Janice
could hear the rude comments being delivered by the group gathered
in the room.  ?Oh wow man . . look at that. Her cunt is eating up
the veggie!? one said followed by group laughter.  ?Yeah gang this
so called student . . . ain?t nothing more than a white whore . . .
aren?t you Mrs.A?? Big Stick exclaimed.  Janice brought out of her
daze by the leaders statement and looked up to see that the black
man had his shirt off and had just allowed his cock drop out of his
jeans . . . once again janice was dumbfounded with astounishment . .
. only this time it was over the size of the colored man?s cock.

   Janice now realised why he had the nickname ?Big Stick? . . . and
also understood what the other man meant by preparing her with the
cucumber.  As she looked upward from her laying position, all she
could see was a very huge black cock lowering down towards her face.
She in a quiet tone said ?Oh my God!?.  The young black man had a
cock that measured over 10" long and was equally thick . . . much
larger than Janice?s husbands member any larger than anything she?d
seen in the porno movies that she and her husband watched. 

   The tip of the black monster was now placed just above the white
housewife?s lips, ?Come on Mrs.A open wide !?  the grining young man
stated.  Being tied spreadeagle on the mattress and totally helpless
to stop his advances Janice Atkinson tenatively parted her lips and
accepted the head of his cock.  The poor housewife had very rarely
taken her husbands cock into her mouth and was rather inexperienced
in providing oral satisfaction, but the black youth didn?t care as
he began to push his hardening cock into her mouth.  Janice was sure
she was going to gag from the mere size of his cock, but
surprisingly as she relaxed was able to accept the bulk of the cock.
The other men were getting anxious to have their turn with the
mature white woman, so as Big Stick guided his cock in and out of
Janice?s mouth . . . the captive woman soon felt the one called
Candyman move between her outstretched legs.  As he knelt between
her legs Janice could feel him rubbing the head of his cock up and
do wn her vaginal opening and though she tried to plead to him not
to . . . with her mouth filled with cock, only a mumble was able to
escape.

   Candyman allowed his precum to help lubricate the blondish hair
covering Janice?s public area and the already swollen cunt lips,
before slowly begining to slide his 9" black cock into her.  Janice
gasped, but had little time to worry about the second black cock
entering her as Big Stick continued to force feed his sizable
erection between the lips of Janice?s mouth.  Candyman slowly pushed
more and more of his eboney shaft into the defenseless Janice,
gradually geting into a rhythumic motion of entering and extracting.
?Oh yeah, this white bitch feels real good doesn?t she BT ?? the
smaller black gang member exclaimed to his larger friend.  ?Sure
does Cman, she?s  pretty good at sucking cock that?s for sure. Hey
Mrs.A, do you do your husband like this . . . I bet you like sucking
my cock better, don?t ya?? Big Stick jokeingly remarked.  Janice
Atkinson attempted to speak out against the men . . . to yell at the
black attackers to get off her . . . but the sounds escaped only as
a m uffled noise with the huge cock wedged in her mouth.  From the
sidelines she could hear one of the other men remark, ?Yeah BT, I
think Mrs.A just said she does like your cock better than hubbys!?.
The group erupted in laughter, further humiliating the poor white
wife.

   Janice Atkinson was being used, humiliated and degraded by the
group of black youth?s . . . but for some unknown reason the 34 y/o
white woman was also getting aroused . . . very aroused.  With each
thrust from the one called Candyman, her soaking wet cunt burned
with a inticing feeling.  With each gulp of Big Sticks large dick,
the white female felt a feeling of excitement.  Janice Atkinson?s
emotions climaxed as she could feel the Candyman?s cock twitch . . .
followed then with a rapid in and out motion from the young black
man that was capped with his eruption of a huge orgasm inside her.
Janice Akinson could feel the flow of the young black man?s cum
filling her vagina . . . it was warm and sticky as it dripped down
between the cheeks of her ass after he pulled his cock out of her.    

   Janice only had a brief moment before she could hear Big Stick
exclaim, ?Oh yeah baby . . . suck it, suck it good Mrs.A . . . I?m
cuming . . . yeah I?m cuming!?.  As with the other black man, Big
Stick seemed to have buckets of thick white liquid explode out of
his cock.  Janice accepted as much as she could into her mouth, but
once it was as full as she could stand the remainder of Big Sticks
extraction landed on her face, upper body and tits as he continued
to pump his cock dry.  Several of the group laughed as the white
housewife tried desperately to spit out the offering of cum that the
black leader had given her.  It was to no avail though, as Teresa
quickly knelt down beside Janice and placed her lips over the poor
housewife?s mouth . . . Janice eventually had no choice put to gulp
down the remaining liquid.  The dominate black girl finally pulled
herself off Janice, then with an evil grin and a wink of her eye she
cracked ?Tasted good didn?t it babe!?.

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    Janice Atkinson was exhausted after the encounter with the two
younger black men, they had given her a sexual workout beyond her
imagination . . . but it was in no way over for the captive white
woman.  As she still laid on the mattress, spread wide open by the
bindings attached to the mattress . . . Janice Atkinson was well
aware of how rudely she must look.  Her hair a mess, her lipstick
and masscara smeared, coated with jism around her face and upper
body, her tits a reddened tone from the groping she had endured, her
cunt completely exposed to the prying eyes of the black group.  But
Janice Atkinson had no idea of how degrading of a position she was
in, as the two other black men prepared to take their turns with the
white sex toy.  ?Carlos, Tinker . . wait just a minute guys!? Big
Stick instructed ?Chantel and Pam, get some warm wet cloths and
claen up our guest a little will you??.   The two black females
wandered into another room and soon reappeared with a pair of cloths
an d towels.  The feeling of the warm water on her aching body
helped to revive Janice Atkinson and as she began to come around a
bit, Big Stick stepped forward once again.  Having pulled up his
jeans, the black man was still bare chested and sipped back on a
bottle of beer as he stared down at Janice on the mattress.

    ?Mrs.A, we?re really glad that Calvin brought you over to see us
tonight and hope you?re having a great time? the tall muscular balck
man stated between drinks of his beer. Janice was still very much in
an intoxicated haze from the marijuana and offered no resistance as
Big Stick crouched down and squeezed her tit.   ?In fact Mrs.A we
have a special little surprise for you? the black man continued.
Janice was coherent enough to be concerned by the black man?s
comments, ?Wha . . what do you mean?? she inquired.  As the leader
of the black gang knelt down beside the white female and began
unfastening her wrists from the bindings, he continued his speech.
?Well Mrs.A, you didn?t think it was all Calvin?s plan to bring you
here tonight . . did you??.  Janice was silently listening to Big
Stick as she reached over and rubbed her wrists where the bindings
had been attached.  ?Hell Mrs.A, this was an elaborate plan. It
needed someone with intelligence to set it all up? Big Stick continu
ed as he began to now unfasten her ankles.  ?Mrs.A, why don?t you
say hello to our mentor . . .? Big Stick sated as he motioned with a
nod of his head towards the darkened other room.

   From out of the shadows a large figure started to emerge.  Janice
immediately saw the video camera that the man was carrying and
desperately tried to cover herself up, but just as she started to
place her hands in front of her naked body Big Stick grabbed her
arms and pulled them behind her.  ?Oh don?t be shy Mrs.Atkinson, the
camera has already captured all you earlier action? the man behind
the camera calmly stated.  Janice Atkinson slowly peered upward as
the man moved the camera away from his face, ?Oh my God . . .
Proffessor Marr!? Janice cried out.   

   The elderly proffessor lowered the video camera from his face and
with a sly grin replied, ?Well hello to you to Mrs.Atkinson, so nice
to see that you?ve met some new friends?.  Janice was stunned by the
turn of events, looking with tearful eyes towards her trusted
educator she inquired ?Why Mr.Marr . . . why are you doing this to
me? What is the reason for this??.  The proffessor continued to move
around the white female as he video taped her naked body, unable to
cover herself up as Big Stick held her arms behind her . . . Janice
had no choice but to allow the filming.  ?Well Janice, it?s like
this? Proffessor Marr began to say as he continued his pornographic
filming.  ?These young people are all my children . . . in a way.  I
adopted Calvin years ago just before my wife passed away.  But over
the years, all Calvin?s friends . . Big Stick, Pam, Teresa and the
rest have become just like family to me?.   Janice Atkinson listened
intentently as the proffessor slowly circled her, cat ching on film
all angles of her lovely pale white body.

   ?But like any family Janice, we have needs . . . needs that to
fulfill need money.  That?s when Calvin and I realised that there is
a huge market out there willing to pay for pornographic films,
especially ones that involve interacial themes? the large teacher
calmly stated.   Proffessor Marr had now temporarily ceased filming,
as he held the video camera just off to the side of his face.  ?As
you can see Janice, we had abundant numbers of the one race to use
as actors. But we always need to find white participants . . . and
that?s where you came in dear!?.  The Proffessor lifted the camera
back up into position as he continued talking, ?Calvin and I both
agreed, that a theme which involved a prissy older white woman being
degraded by a group of young black thugs would no doubt be a
financial bonanaza.?   

   Janice Atkinson looked toward the Proffessor in disbelief, ?But .
. . but you?re a teacher, a highly educated person.  You should know
you can?t get away with this, I?ll report you to the school
authorities? the housewife shot back, in one final attempt of
defense.  Proffessor Marr chuckled at the attractive redhead, ?Yes
you?re right Mrs.Atkinson, I am a highly educated person and that?s
why no one has been able to break this scheme. Oh yes, there has
been others before you and a couple have tried to discredit me. But
I?ve always been able to prove them to be wrong . . . exploit their
weak acusations . . . and eventually make them look like they
willingly partook in the action.  Their families received a enhanced
copy of the activities and they were usually ruined by my rebutal
actions?.  The Proffessor grinned again as he stared at Janice, ?So
you can either do it our way, where you willingly perform for us or
you can try to disobey and find that your whole life will be turned
ups ide down!?.  Janice Atkinson could fell the tears welling up in
her eyes again, but knew that she had little choice but to obey.
?I?ll do what you want? she replied in a hush tone.

   ?Great! We knew you?d see the light Mrs.Atkinson? the Proffessor
stated as he nodded to Chantel to come forward.  The cute black girl
reached up to Janice Atkinson?s neck and as Big Stick still held the
white housewife?s hands behind her back, Chantel placed a black
collar around Janice?s neck . . . a dog collar.  ?Oh please
Proffessor . . ? Janice began to speak before being interupted by
the large teacher.  ?Hush my student. Mrs Atkinson, you may as well
relax and enjoy the rest of the evening. You are OUR plaything now
my dear!?.  Next came forward the girl named Pam, carrying a small
bowl of warm water and a razor she knelt down in front of Janice
Atkinson and pushed the captive white woman?s legs further apart.
She then pulled out a can of shaving cream and proceeded to rub the
white material all over Janice?s crotch area.  ?Oh my God . . nooo!
Janice Atkinson cried out as the black female began to shave away
all the blondish curls from between Janice?s legs.

   The Black girl delicately wiped away the excess shaving cream and
then stepped back to survey her job ?How?s that look Proffessor??.
Proffessor Marr walked up to where Janice Atkinson stood, he slowly
let his hand glide over the soft area which only moments earlier had
been covered with public hair ?Very good Pam. There might be some
extra marks included in your next mid term report? the proffessor
chuckled.  As the Proffessor continued to massage his hand in and
about Janice?s crotch area, the poor housewife closed her eyes and
bit down on her lip.  As much as Janice tried not to . . . the
feeling of the Proffessors probing fingers were quickly arousing
her.

  It was in the midst of this arousal that she was suddenly startled
back to reality as she heard Proffessor Marr bark the command, ?Mrs
Atkinson I want you to now get down on your hands and knees my dear
student.  You are our pet and you?ll act accordingly!?.   Janice
Atkinson surprisingly  found herself obeying the Proffessor?s demand
as she lowered herself down to the floor.  The once shy housewife
could feel dampness between her legs as she knelt on to the wooden
floor, could it be possible that she actually enjoyed the
humiliation that was being bestowed upon her?

   Once in the desired position, Proffessor Marr walked up beside
her once again and reached down to the collar to attach a slim
leather leash to the metal loop.  Janice Atkinson peered upfrom her
doggie style position and pleaded, ?Please Proffessor Marr . . . let
me go sir!?.  The Proffessor produced a angry glare upon his face as
he growled his reply ?Shush student! You will from now on address me
as Master and nothing else . . . my children you will address as the
Master?s disiples.  You will obey every command and provide pleasure
to all those we request you to.  Now walk  Mrs.Atkinson?.
Proffessor Marr tugged on the leash and Janice was expected to
follow, she gingerly moved about on her hands and knees as she
followed the older white teacher.  She could feel her 36" tits
swaying side to side as she was paraded about and could hear the
laughter and rude comments from the young black assistants.

   ?Proffessor, bring your white tramp over here so Tigger can have
a feel of her? she heard the one called Candyman state.  Janice
obediently followed Proffessor Marr on her hands and knees until she
was lead over in front of one the two black men that hadn?t had a
taste of the white play toy.  Tigger was a large slightly overweight
fellow, who was noticablly excited as the white housewife was
brought up to him.  ?Proffessor, do you suppose your student would
suck my cock??  Tigger asked almost in a shy tone.  Proffessor Marr
laughrd out loud as he responded, ?I?m sure she will Tigger.  Won?t
you Mrs.Atkinson my white tramp??.  Janice Atkinson with tears
running down her cheeks replied dutifully ?Mmm . . . yes Proffessor
Marr?.  With a sudden slap on her exposed bare buttocks Janice
looked upward to the Proffessor in a confused state.  ?Mrs. Atkinson
. . what did we decide about your responses?  It?s Yes Master Marr .
. . correct?  Now I want you to ask your Master to be able suck thi
s gentlemans big beautiful black cock Mrs.Atkinson.  You know you
want it, don?t you Mrs.Atkinson?  I want to hear you beg for it ?.
Janice hung her head slightly, with her ass still stinging from the
disipline she quickly readdressed Proffessor Marr.  Realising how
the game was to be played, the vulnerable white female responded.
?Sorry . . . Master Marr.  My I please suck this man?s cock Master
Marr?? Janice asked in her most sincere tone.

   Proffessor Marr grinned with satisfaction, ?Why of course you may
Mrs.Atkinson, why didn?t you ask sooner . . . I know how much you
white sluts like black cock!?.  The vulgar statement stung Janice
Atkinson as much as the slap had, she now realised that her
humiliation was to be the Proffessors prime goal for the evening.
With no way of escaping from the degrading activities, Janice
Atkinson prepared herself for the worse. 

     Proffessor Marr then motioned to young black Tigger and the
over weight black man unzipped his pants and slid them down enough
to pull his sizable black cock out.  As Janice Atkinson knelt
between the black man she suddenly felt the slender black girl
Chantel swing her leg up and over to climb onto the poor white
housewife?s  back. Sitting upon Janice as if she was riding a pony,
the younger black girl cupped Janice?s head with her hands to guide
her head downward and towards the awaiting black cock.  With a
little precum dripping from the rather thick penis, Janice soon felt
her lips touch the head of the thick black cock and then as she her
head was forced downward . . . her lips had no choice but to part to
allow it?s fullness fill her mouth.  Being in the vulnerable positon
of being on her hands and knees with the weight of the black girl
holding her in place, Janice was helpless to stop her humiliation.

    As she began to unwillingly suck the rapidly enlarging cock, she
could feel someone start rubbing her exposed buttocks . . . slowly
moving down the crack of her ass until they found her anus.  Slowly,
but determined a finger entered her arse.  With no way to stop the
intrusion, Janice Atkinson tried in vain to concentrate on the cock
invading her mouth instead.  But as the initial shock of having an
object entering her ass subsided, she could then feel the person
begin to include a second finger.  The in and out motion of the
fingers inflicted a combination of the slight pain and yet intense
arousal, that soon seemed to fuel Janice Atkinson?s growing sexual
fury.  She soon felt herself unconsiously pushing her lower body
back towards the mysterious fingers to receive further penetration.

   Out of the corner of her eye, Janice could see that the
Proffessor had resumed video taping the lewd usage of his female
slave.  Janice had no idea of how explicit a shots the proffessor
was capturing on film.  If  only she could of  imagined how the
perverted white teacher was zooming in on her lips as she engulfed
Tiggers fullness . . . of how he expertly catured the degrading
scene of a half naked black female riding upon the back of the
captive white housewife . . . or the intense detail of dark skinned
fingers as they probed a white females ass . . . or how the pretty
white females lips so delicately carrassed the large black cock.
Janice soon felt a new intrusion between the cheeks of her ass,
unknown to her the other black youth that hadn?t been involved
earlier in her degradation . . . had stripped his pants away and
knelt behind the housewife with his erect black cock poised to enter
her ass.  Janice fought desperately to break away from the clutches
of the black female Ch antel, temporarily pulling her mouth away
from Tiggers glistening cock Janice was able to plead to her
captors.  ?Please . . No . . . Proffessor, not that!? Janice cried
out before Chantel pushed the pretty redheads face back towards the
black cock that awaited her.

   The housewife from Canada was in a no win situation, she could
feel the tip of the black man?s cock pressing against the entrance
to her anus . . . suddenly she could hear Proffessor Marr speak out.
?Hang on Deke!  Maybe you better use a little of this before you try
sticking that pole of yours in our movie stars ass? the Proffessor
instructed.  Unaware of what the Proffessor meant, Janice Atkinson
was temporarily relieved that her arse had been spared . . . that
was until she felt the cold greasy substance being applied to her
opening.  The Proffessor had been kind enough to insure that his
prized student at least had some lubrication on her before the eager
black youth began his anal intrusion.  Deke rubbed the substance
into Janice Atkinson?s awaiting entrance, mixing the slippery
substance with some of her own pussy juices that had been easily
attained.  When he finally had lubricated the poor white female to
the point he felt she was ready, the young black male named Deke
plac ed the head of his shiny ebony cock at the crack of the
helpless females ass and began to slowly insert it into her.   A
muffled groan escaped from Janet Atkinson?s mouth as she forced to
continue servicing the other black man.

   Although the initial penetration was slow and slightly painful,
Janice Atkinson was grateful that Deke had probably the smallest of
all the black men in the room.  As he continued to slide his
erection into the warm confines of her body, Deke?s motion gradually
picked up.  The in and out movement caused Janet other discomfort,
as every inward push shoved her forward and forced her to engulf a
even larger amount of Tiggers erect member.  Several times Janice
Atkinson felt as though she might gag as the large bony flesh was
forced deep into her mouth.  While although placed in such a
difficult and uncomfortable position, Janice suddenly felt a strange
feeling of arousal . . . realising that someone had reached under
her body and had begun to rub her already aroused clitoris.  Out of
the corner of her eye she could see that the black girl Terry had
knelt down beside her and the group that were attacking her body.  

   Janice Atkinson was almost in a hypnotic state now . . . the
marijuana she?d been given . . . the intense and uncontrollable
level of arousal her body was experiencing . . . and the strange
feeling of humiliation she was experiencing, had distanced her from
her surroundings.  Yes she felt the slight pain as Tigger reached
under and began tweaking her nipples.  She also could hear
Proffessor Marr?s lewd encouragement as he filmed the action that
was unfolding before his camera lens.  ?Oh yeah Janice . . . you
look so beautiful through the lens here.  One black cock between
those pretty red lips . . . a second slamming against that pretty
white ass of your?s.  Mmm very nice . . very nice in deed sweetie!?
the only other white person in the room was verbally taunting poor
Janice.  Janice could hear the other people joining in the fun of
adding verbal comments, ?Yeah Proffessor, this must be the white
Hoover Vacuum version? . . . ?I think that you can call her the
teachers pet . . pet s lut? . . .  ?Ha ha ha? laughter fillesd the
room.

   It was unfortunate for Janice Atkinson, but these black young
people had been surpressed for all of their young lives by white
people of authority.  Police officers, Judges, Parole officers and
even Teachers . . . all of their resentment towards the white race
was being unloaded on a naive white housewife from another country.
Janice Atkinson had given up crying now, she realised that it was
fruitlese to expect to receive any sympathy from her tormentors.  As
she continued gliding her mouth up and down the large black man
Tiggers cock, Janice eventually could feel his blck erection tremble
. . shake and she realised that the man was about to shoot his load.
With Tigger grabbing the locks of the pretty redhead white woman?s
hair, he held her head in place as he emptied his active cock into
her mouth.  Janice was finally able to pull off his hardness for a
breath of air and received the remainder of his warm sticky
substance onto her face and hair.  Janice generally had kept her eye
s closed as she tried to block out the humiliation of her actions,
but found that she had to open them at the end of this
embarrasement.  It was at this point though upon opening her eyes,
that Janice was able to see Proffessor Marr once again with his
video camera pointed directly into her face.  Yes the Proffessor was
able to catch in fine detail the excess moisture dripping out of his
white female students mouth, the over spray of the sticky goo which
clung to her face and the excess that had ended up partially in her
reddish hair.

   ?Oh yes!  Great shot Mrs.Andrews.  Now run your tongue across
those lucious red lips and give me a huge smile sweetie? the
Proffessor encouraged from behind the video camera.  Perhaps because
Janice Atkinson?s will to fight had been broken or because she had
become lost in her own emotional lust, but for some strange reason
the white female readily obliged her teacher.  The scene was pure
erotic, the poor disillusioned white female smiling for the camera
as the young black Deke continued to slam his cock into her anal
opening.  After several more minutes of sliding his cock in and out
of Janice Atkinson?s ass, the black male finally reached his orgasm
and groaned loudly as he slowly pulled his glistening cock out of
Janice allowing a good percentage of his cum to shoot up onto her
raised buttocks and back.  As Janice slumped slightly from the
strenuous workout, the black female Chantel climbed down off her
mount . . . reaching down she grabbed the leather leash that was
attached to the collar around Janice Atkinson?s neck.  Looking
towards the camera and Proffessor Marr she innocently inquired,
?What do you want done with her now teach ??.

   Proffessor Marr lowered the video camera slightly, ?Mrs.Atkinson
how are you feeling my dear student . . . are you ready to
continue??.  Janice Atkinson was still in a confused stupor and
although she had just been thoroughly used by the two younger black
men, she had an intense feeling within her that hadn?t been
satisfied yet and seemed to consume her thoughts.  In a somewhat
daze, the 35 year old housewife peered upward to Proffessor Marr and
almost pleaded.  ?Ohhh Please Sir . . . I need another cock. Please
Sir I need my own release? Janice cried out as her swayed back and
forth.  The Proffessor laughed out loud and squatted down beside the
white female who was still on her hands and knees directly in front
of the couch.  ?Say it for the camera Mrs.Atkinson . . . say it,
what do you want?? the Proffessor taunted as he raised the camera
back into a filming position.  Janice Atkinson looked directly into
the hand held camera and virtually begged, ?Please Proffessor . . .
may I ha ve another cock in me??.

   Proffessor Marr slowly raised up again, ?Sure you can
Mrs.Atkinson . . sure you can.  Chantel lead Mrs.Atkinson over to
the mattress again please . . . Pam go in the other room and get our
pleasure tool?.  Janice Atkinson could hear the conversation being
exchanged, but was too intoxicated to comprehend what it meant as
the black girl lead her by the collar to the mattress.  Like an
obedient little puppy Janice Atkinson followed on her hands and
knees.  It was only a matter of minutes before the black girl Pam
reappeared, in her hand she carried a huge black rubber cock.
?Throw it down beside our guest Pam? the Proffessor instructed
?There you go Mrs.Atkinson, you want some more cock . . . begin
fucking yourself with our black joy toy honey!?.  Janice looked
toward the gross looking object, in her mind she knew the Proffessor
was trying to degrade her even more . . . but her loins betrayed her
and she slowly reached for the 14" black dildo.            

   ?Better put it in your mouth and get it well lubricated first
Mts.Atkinson? Proffessor Marr commanded in a sarcastic tone.  Janice
obediently brought the huge black rubber sex toy to her lips, parted
them slowly and allowed it to slip between them.  ?That?s it
Mrs.Atkinson, make love to that black cock . . . start rubbing
youself Mrs.Atkinson . . . squeeze those beautiful white tit?s of
your?s.  Show us that you want that cock, or I?ll take it away
sweetie? Proffessor Marr taunted.  Janice Atkinson knew how
disgusting the whole scene must of looked, she could hear the faint
murmer and laughter from the young black observers.  But the
housewife was beyond caring about that anymore, she only cared about
the burning sensation between her legs . . . so she complied with
each one of the Proffessor requests.  She squeezed her tit?s as she
playful sucked the black fuck toy, then slowly moved her hand
downward to her crotch area . . . and began rubbing herself into a
greater state of arousa l.

   Finally she heard the words she had waiting for from Proffessor
Marr, ?Mrs.Atkinson, you can begin to fuck yourself now with your
black toy?.  Without hesitation Janice quickly moved the dildo to
between her legs, it glistened from her saliva as she began slowly
pushing in to her vagina.  ?Ohhhh? the white housewife moaned on the
mattress as it entered her.  ?Ah yes Mrs.Atkinson, that?s my
favorite student.  Shove that big beautiful cock into you?
Proffessor Marr commanded. Janice Atkinson pushed the large rubber
toy in and out of her aching pussy, eventually her hips began to
buck up and down with each thrust.  ?Oh very good Mrs.Atkinson?
Proffessor Marr lauded as he moved closer to his student on the
mattress ?Now use your other hand to squeeze those lucious titties
Mrs.Atkinson . . . they ache for your attention don?t they??.  The
prone white housewife instinctly did as she was told, with eyes
closed she was deep inside a world of intense pleasure and probably
would of done whatever the Proffessor told her to do.

   The twisted floor show lasted for about another half hour, until
Jan Atkinson finally brought herself to a thunderous orgasm before
her captive crowd.  The Proffessor, was extremely pleased as he
began to put his video camera away ?Chantel help clean our lovely
actress up and then Calvin you can escort her back home?.  Janice
Atkinson was slow to recover from the four hour ordeal, she could
feel the black girls washing her spent body.  She knew that all the
young black men were watching as the girls cleaned every area of her
body, but she was too tired and confused to care anymore.  Her
lipstick and masscara were smeared, her hair in some areas was
crusty with errant cum and her body ached from the extensive
workout.  Slowly the girls though got the older white female
presentable to head home with Calvin.

   Clad only in her high heels she walked over towards the
Proffessor as he held out her overcoat, ?Here you go Mrs.Atkinson,
we?ll keep the rest of your clothes.  Calvin and Deke will walk you
home, but on the way I want them to pick out at least two groups of
people in which you?ll open up your overcoat for and present your
wonderful white charms for.  You?re our personal property now
Mrs.Atkinson and I hope you realise that you?ll be expected to be
ready to perform for any of us at any time?.  Janice Atkinson stood
in stunned silence as the Proffessor Marr asissted her in putting
her overcoat on.  ?You do understand don?t you Mrs.Atkinson??
Proffessor Marr inquired.  The poor white housewife looked toward
her teacher and quietly replied ?Yes Sir?.  Proffessor Marr smiled
at the demoralised woman, ?Good . . .very Good Mrs.Atkinson. I can
see you getting an excellent mark in this project once you hand it
in.  Janice Atkinson managed a weak grin as she was ushered out the
door.    


