The hand holding the felt-tipped pen often trembled a little bit, one of the many indications that Martha Everett was no spring chicken any more, but the shaking was very noticeable now. The sixty-one year old teacher had been grading papers but she had been staring at the one before her for over a minute.
The widow was paralyzed in a way. Too frightened to do anything but sit at her desk and shake, afraid to look over at the man who was standing a couple of feet to her right. Martha had already taken a brief glimpse in the young man's direction before jerking her head away and back to the papers, unable to believe what was happening even though what was going on was just what the janitor had promised.
In Martha's purse were the notes the man had left over the last few weeks, simple little yellow squares that had started out so sweet and innocent but had evolved into messages so crude and explicit that they made the hair on the back of the teacher's neck stand up straight.
Who did he think she was, Martha wondered, but the fact of the matter was that she hadn't objected even though bringing any of the notes to the school administration would have cost the janitor his job. She hadn't though and instead had taken to saving them, and was now following his instructions.
The clothes Martha was wearing, a simple sleeveless peach colored dress that wasn't something she would usually wear this late in the fall, she wore because the janitor had told her to in the latest note. She had read it after finding it in the top drawer of her desk like all the others, and instead of crumpling it up and throwing it in the trash she had done what he asked.
"Wear that peach dress tomorrow," it had read, and he had even misspelled the word tomorrow on the crudely written note. "You got sexy legs for a lady your age. You got nice arms - I like the hairs on your forearms. Bet that means you got a hairy cunt too. I like that."
Those hairs the janitor had referred to, long downy hairs that covered Martha's arms from the wrist up to her elbows, were standing up straight under her goose bump riddled skin as she sat there in stunned silence. Everything that was going on was wrong and totally out of character, and all she had to do was to get up from the desk and run out the door, or just scream and it would be over.
Martha didn't though, and now the janitor was there just like he said he would be. He knew she stayed late every school day, mostly because there was no rush to get home to an empty house, and she knew that the chances were that there was nobody else in the building this late. Nobody but a sixty-one year old teacher and a janitor that was less than half her age.
A silly and lonely old woman who was wearing clothes a janitor told her to wear and who had left the door of her classroom open as she always did. The door of the classroom was now closed, and Martha had heard the click of the lock the janitor had turned after closing it. The small rectangular window was covered with a little poster which served the purpose of blocking the view of passersby during classes so as not to disturb the students was now doing the same thing.
The ticking of the clock on the wall over the door was so loud it was deafening, although the way Martha's heart was pounding it seemed that was just as audible. Neither of them had spoken, with the janitor content to just stand there and wait for Martha to do something.
Lester Riddle was the janitor's name and Martha suspected that he wasn't nearly as nervous as she was. He was just standing there in his uniform, drab gray work shirt and matching pants that the school had issued, along with steel-toed work boots and a worn baseball cap that covered a black skull that was smooth as a billiard ball. Nothing out of the ordinary there, although there was one variation he had made.
His penis was exposed. Martha had glanced over when she felt the janitor's presence beside her, and although she had averted her eyes it wasn't until after she had stared at the vulgar sight for far long than a prim and proper woman would.
Even staring down at the exam papers Martha could still see the image of that enormous penis just dangling brazenly out of the fly of his trousers. Absurdly long and thick, just like one of the janitor's vulgar notes had suggested.
"Bet you haven't gotten fucked in years," that note had said, a message that Martha had memorized. "Bet you would like to feel my big black cock in that hairy pussy of yours. Bet you never had a man as big as me, and I knows you want it too."
How a man could have the nerve to expose himself like that, Martha thought as the pen shook in her wrinkled pale fingers? To just stand there like this and not even flinch, just waiting for her to do something while he stood with his hands on his hips and that enormous flaccid penis hanging out like that.
The janitor wasn't circumsized. Neither was Martha's late husband, but while the love of her life certainly hadn't been cheated in that department, what Martha was used to over the course of more than three wonderful decades bore little resemblance to the monstrosity a couple of feet to her left.
It was more like an elephant's trunk, as black as coal with a network of veins leading up to the bulbous glans hidden by the long foreskin, and it appeared to be flaccid as well. Martha's eyes were now closed but she could still see it in her mind and could not get the image out of her mind.
"What," Martha finally said, her eyes still closed and her head pointing down, and her voice was more like a whisper and bearing no resemblance to her usual speaking voice. "What is it you want Lester?"
As she spoke Martha realized how stupid that must have sounded because while the janitor's notes had left little doubt what he was looking for, his actions after entering the room made his intentions crystal clear.
"Same thing you want I reckon, Miss Everett," Came the voice so deep that it didn't seem possible it came from a man not much taller or heavier than the widow was. "No reason to be scared."
"I'm not scared," Martha heard herself respond, although the quiver in her voice and her trembling hands were sending another message all together.
"Well then?" Lester Riddle said, and although Martha was still looking down at her desk her eyes were open and her perheprihal vision allowed her to see that the janitor had his hand on his penis and was wiggling it at her, stretching the flaccid organ out towards her. "You know you want it."
"I can't," Martha said, the words coming out like she was standing in a freezer.
"Yes you can," Lester was saying, and as he reached over and touched to back of her chair and spun it slowly until she had no choice but to face him he added, "You can and you will."
"Please Lester," Martha asked. "Let's just pretend this never happened."
"Can't do that Miss Everett," Lester said, and the teacher knew he was right because there was no way she would ever forget any of this.
His long black fingers reached down and took Martha's chin, raising her face up from what she had been staring at and forcing her to look him in the eye. Martha's glasses were slightly askew and a few strands of her reddish brown hair - that hue now only because of coloring - had fallen down in her face but she could still clearly and knew what the janitor wanted her to do.
"Just you and me here, Miss Everett," the janitor said as his right hand brushed the hair from away from her cheek while his left hand brought his penis to her face. "Stick your tongue out for me. Just lick it. Not so bad, is it?"
Martha had stuck her tongue out and had first pressed it against the crinkled edge of his foreskin before letting it slide inside the cocoon where she felt the gooey tip of his manhood. The taste was tart and the scent that filled her nostrils was not a floral bouquet but the aroma of a man who had been working all evening.
"Open wide," the janitor instructed, and the spinster had complied as if she was the student and Lester was the teacher.
Her mouth stretched wide, so much so that her jaws ached as he eased his huge member between her lips - lips that hadn't experienced this in years - and she felt her glasses being taken off of her head and onto the exam papers. That same black hand was now cradling the back of her head and easing her face closer.
"That's it Miss Everett. You like my big black dick, don't you?" he asked, not expecting an answer as he looked down at Martha, her eyes fixed on the shaft of his tool mostly hidden by his trousers as her cheeks hit the teeth of his zipper. "Let's get this out of the way."
The janitor's hand deftly undid his trousers and let them fall to the floor, and after he unsnapped his worn boxers shorts they dropped down his skinny legs as well, exposing his entire manhood and the tight patch of curls above the tree-trunk like base of his cock.
"Hold it for me," Lester said as he took Martha's wrist and raised it up, placing it on the bottom of the shaft and encouraging her to grip it, although her pale wrinkled fingers barely got halfway around the thick spongy tool. "There you go."
There I go, Martha thought. If she had ever seen a student of hers in the position she found herself in the teacher would have been disgusted and would have considered anyone doing this a pig. What kind of a slut would do this? Performing fellatio on a man she didn't really know anything about, other than the fact that he couldn't spell and seemed to think that anything he wanted her to do, she would.
And she was. Martha's lips, reluctantly at first, were now moving up and down the head of the janitor's penis. The teacher's saliva was now making the end of his enormous organ glisten while many more inches of the monstrosity remained dry in her grasp, and she could feel the blood beginning to flow through the hot flesh as his penis got even longer and thicker as it began to stiffen.
"So good," the janitor muttered as he put his hand on Martha's wrist and slid it up her forearm, causing the long downy hairs to flutter in the wake of his bony black fingers. "Suck that cock. Make me big and hard. That's it."
Martha shuddered as his hand gliding up her bicep created another wave of goose bumps, and she nearly slid of her chair when Lester's fingers slid under her upraised arm and began to stroke the faint peach fuzz in her moist armpit.
"Bet you wet everywhere, Miss Everett," the janitor sighed as his fingers continued to rub the teacher's underarm, and Martha knew he was right because she could feel her long dormant sex practically dripping between her legs.
I'm not Miss Everett, Martha wanted to say. I'm Mrs. Everett, even though Arthur is no longer. What would he think of her if he could see her now? He had urged her on his death bed to find somebody new and not spend the rest of her life alone, but he surely didn't mean anything like this.
"No," Martha said as she pulled her mouth off of the janitor's penis when she felt the zipper at the back of her neck being coaxed down, but she was helpless to stop him. "Not here."
"Got to have you," Lester was saying as he lifted the frail woman to her feet while pulling her dress off, his now erect penis bouncing obscenely in front of him and looking nearly as long as the ruler on the teacher's desk.
The ruler, along with the papers and a couple of books, were sent to the floor with a sweep of the janitor's hand and now the pale white woman's bra was coming off. the cups of the padded harness were replaced by Lester's rough hands. Martha felt shsme at the way her once perky small breasts now hung downward, but if the janitor minded her certainly didn't show it.
He was rough, pulling and squeezing the diminutive cones and making the plump nipples swell while he kissed Martha like an animal, his thick soft lips crushing Martha's as his tongue forced its way in her mouth.
The janitor was like an octopus, his hands seemingly everywhere as her flesh was clawed and her pantyhose were getting yanked down, and as the room spun around the teacher she felt herself being lifted onto the table, the cold wood against her bare back.
"Oh yeah, I knew you had a hairy pussy," Lester cackled as her spread Martha's skinny thighs apart and ran her gingers through her pubic hair, the black fingers raking though the thick bush of reddish brown hair with a few stands of grey sprinkled in the damp forest.
"Please don't hurt me," Martha begged as she saw the janitor move up against the desk and between her open thighs, his gigantic monolith now looking angry as the plum-sized head of his organ was being rubbed in the fold of her sex.
"Just relax Miss Everett," Lester grinned as he forced the glans into a pussy that felt as tight as a virgin's, and her garbled scream only inflamed the janitor ever more as his huge manhood tore into the teacher's long neglected pussy. That's it, take it all."
"Hurts!" Martha sobbed as a tear trickled down the side of her face, but she wasn't pushing the janitor away but was clawing at his shirt, tearing it off as the buttons ripped off and sprayed all over the floor.
Now Martha's hands were clawing the ebony skin that was glistening with sweat, his sleek trim body smooth except for an old knife scar on his shoulder and an indecipherable tattoo on his chest. Her nails dug into Lester's rock hard flesh as he began to thrust hard and fast into Martha, and although the searing pain of his massive manhood probing deep into previously uncharted territory brought tears to the teacher's eyes she found herself imploring the janitor to go harder and deeper.
The power of Lester's brutal thrusting was sending the desk across the room into little jerks, the squeaking of the legs on the linoleum sounding a little like Martha's flesh rubbing against the wood of the desktop.
"Tell me you how much love it!" Lester was imploring the teacher as he loomed above her like an enraged bull while grunting in rhythm with the pounding of his cock. "Tell me how much you love my big black cock."
Martha looked up wild-eyed at the janitor, her eyes blazing as words spewed out of her, language that she had never even considered using before. Lester roared at the vulgarities and lifted the tiny woman up from the desk, carrying her over to the wall where he pinned her with the force of his body and began to thrust into the little woman so hard that the wall shook.
Martha cried out, digging her teeth into the wiry shoulder of the janitor as her orgasm roared through her body, and as her body convulsed in his grasp she flailed her arms, her hand crashing into the window blinds as her pussy contracted around the thick flesh inside of her.
After her body stopped shaking the janitor carried her nearly limp body back onto the table, and when Martha looked down and saw that Lester hadn't cum and his huge member was waving around in front of him she wanted to tell him that she couldn't take much more of this. before she could speak however, Lester was spreading her legs and pushing his penis back inside of her.
Like a machine the janitor resumed his long and deep thrusts into the elderly woman's pussy, her balls slapping against her crotch as the table bumped up against the wall, providing a back-beat as Lester's sweat splattered all over Martha's pale skin.
The janitor's long black fingers grabbed the teacher's breasts by the nipples and pulled them upwards, stretching the loose skin as he gently twisted the fat pegs. Despite the pain Martha found herself coming again, and after grabbing the sides of the desk so tightly her fingers ached she watched Lester's face contort as he groaned while his hot seed filled Martha's pussy.
After Lester's deflating cock slithered out of the teacher's aching pussy he stepped back to look at her ravaged pussy, his cum oozing out of the hairy grotto as the older woman's thighs quivered. The janitor put on his clothes while Martha struggled to sit upright.
"I'm sorry," Martha said when she saw that Lester's work shirt was missing all of the buttons. "I can take it home and sew them back on."
"Okay," the janitor said as he pulled it off. "Got another one in my locker."
"Let me find the buttons," Martha said as she got off the table, her legs almost giving out as her sex screamed its discomfort, and after she had retrieved them she looked at her clothes strewn around the room.
You're a slut, Martha Everett, she thought as she quickly put on her clothes before the janitor could see her 61 year old body without him being in heat. What did you just do?
"Weekend coming up," Lester said as he watched the teacher putting her dress back on. "I live at 53 Grand Street. Second floor. Come on down so we can fuck in a bed."
"I don't know - I mean I'm not sure I can..."
"53 Grand," Lester repeated. "Second floor. Don't come too early. About 7 will be right. Bring a bottle. I like Hennessey."
"I'm not sure..."
"You'll be there," Lester said as he put the teacher's desk back where it belonged, and just like that he was gone.
At home later, Martha sewed the buttons back onto the shirt and as she did she replayed the evening in her mind. Her insides were sore and raw, the result of being savaged my the janitor and his monstrous organ, and as she thought back she raised the shirt to her face and inhaled the pungent aroma coming from the still moist garment.
"That was just one time," Martha declared as she resumed sewing. "One crazy senior moment. You're entitled. Now back to reality."
***
Epilogue.
The neighborhood was appalling, the buildings as decrepit as many of the people wandering around them. Martha was out of place here and as she scurried up the stairs of 53 Grand Street she ignored the catcalls from the kids across the street.
Martha tapped on the door of the dump, clutching the paper bag that held the cognac, and when the door opened Lester was standing there smiling in a wife-beater t-shirt and faded boxers. As he took the package and let the teacher into the shabby apartment Martha abruptly stopped when she saw there was somebody else in the apartment.
"Oh - I'm sorry," Martha stammered. "I didn't know you had company. I'll..."
"No, that's my cousin Raheem," Lester said as the tall, husky black man rose from the couch. "I told him all about you. He was in one of your classes about ten years ago, and when I mentioned your name he said he had a crush on you back in the day."
"Still looking fine Mrs. Everett," Raheem said, her booming voice filling the room like his massive frame did as he approached his old teacher.
"Let's have a drink and relax," Lester declared as he stood behind Martha and blocked her slow retreat, his hands coming around the skinny woman to cup her breasts through her clothing. "Me and Raheem - we gonna show you a real good time."
"Please," Martha whimpered as she felt Lester's penis rubbing into her backside while Raheem came up to her and slipped her massive black hand under the waistband of her slacks and inside her panties.
"You right my man," Raheem declared. "Mrs. Everett does have a hairy pussy. Hairy and wet too. We gonna have a hell of a night."
***
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The widow was paralyzed in a way. Too frightened to do anything but sit at her desk and shake, afraid to look over at the man who was standing a couple of feet to her right. Martha had already taken a brief glimpse in the young man's direction before jerking her head away and back to the papers, unable to believe what was happening even though what was going on was just what the janitor had promised.
In Martha's purse were the notes the man had left over the last few weeks, simple little yellow squares that had started out so sweet and innocent but had evolved into messages so crude and explicit that they made the hair on the back of the teacher's neck stand up straight.
Who did he think she was, Martha wondered, but the fact of the matter was that she hadn't objected even though bringing any of the notes to the school administration would have cost the janitor his job. She hadn't though and instead had taken to saving them, and was now following his instructions.
The clothes Martha was wearing, a simple sleeveless peach colored dress that wasn't something she would usually wear this late in the fall, she wore because the janitor had told her to in the latest note. She had read it after finding it in the top drawer of her desk like all the others, and instead of crumpling it up and throwing it in the trash she had done what he asked.
"Wear that peach dress tomorrow," it had read, and he had even misspelled the word tomorrow on the crudely written note. "You got sexy legs for a lady your age. You got nice arms - I like the hairs on your forearms. Bet that means you got a hairy cunt too. I like that."
Those hairs the janitor had referred to, long downy hairs that covered Martha's arms from the wrist up to her elbows, were standing up straight under her goose bump riddled skin as she sat there in stunned silence. Everything that was going on was wrong and totally out of character, and all she had to do was to get up from the desk and run out the door, or just scream and it would be over.
Martha didn't though, and now the janitor was there just like he said he would be. He knew she stayed late every school day, mostly because there was no rush to get home to an empty house, and she knew that the chances were that there was nobody else in the building this late. Nobody but a sixty-one year old teacher and a janitor that was less than half her age.
A silly and lonely old woman who was wearing clothes a janitor told her to wear and who had left the door of her classroom open as she always did. The door of the classroom was now closed, and Martha had heard the click of the lock the janitor had turned after closing it. The small rectangular window was covered with a little poster which served the purpose of blocking the view of passersby during classes so as not to disturb the students was now doing the same thing.
The ticking of the clock on the wall over the door was so loud it was deafening, although the way Martha's heart was pounding it seemed that was just as audible. Neither of them had spoken, with the janitor content to just stand there and wait for Martha to do something.
Lester Riddle was the janitor's name and Martha suspected that he wasn't nearly as nervous as she was. He was just standing there in his uniform, drab gray work shirt and matching pants that the school had issued, along with steel-toed work boots and a worn baseball cap that covered a black skull that was smooth as a billiard ball. Nothing out of the ordinary there, although there was one variation he had made.
His penis was exposed. Martha had glanced over when she felt the janitor's presence beside her, and although she had averted her eyes it wasn't until after she had stared at the vulgar sight for far long than a prim and proper woman would.
Even staring down at the exam papers Martha could still see the image of that enormous penis just dangling brazenly out of the fly of his trousers. Absurdly long and thick, just like one of the janitor's vulgar notes had suggested.
"Bet you haven't gotten fucked in years," that note had said, a message that Martha had memorized. "Bet you would like to feel my big black cock in that hairy pussy of yours. Bet you never had a man as big as me, and I knows you want it too."
How a man could have the nerve to expose himself like that, Martha thought as the pen shook in her wrinkled pale fingers? To just stand there like this and not even flinch, just waiting for her to do something while he stood with his hands on his hips and that enormous flaccid penis hanging out like that.
The janitor wasn't circumsized. Neither was Martha's late husband, but while the love of her life certainly hadn't been cheated in that department, what Martha was used to over the course of more than three wonderful decades bore little resemblance to the monstrosity a couple of feet to her left.
It was more like an elephant's trunk, as black as coal with a network of veins leading up to the bulbous glans hidden by the long foreskin, and it appeared to be flaccid as well. Martha's eyes were now closed but she could still see it in her mind and could not get the image out of her mind.
"What," Martha finally said, her eyes still closed and her head pointing down, and her voice was more like a whisper and bearing no resemblance to her usual speaking voice. "What is it you want Lester?"
As she spoke Martha realized how stupid that must have sounded because while the janitor's notes had left little doubt what he was looking for, his actions after entering the room made his intentions crystal clear.
"Same thing you want I reckon, Miss Everett," Came the voice so deep that it didn't seem possible it came from a man not much taller or heavier than the widow was. "No reason to be scared."
"I'm not scared," Martha heard herself respond, although the quiver in her voice and her trembling hands were sending another message all together.
"Well then?" Lester Riddle said, and although Martha was still looking down at her desk her eyes were open and her perheprihal vision allowed her to see that the janitor had his hand on his penis and was wiggling it at her, stretching the flaccid organ out towards her. "You know you want it."
"I can't," Martha said, the words coming out like she was standing in a freezer.
"Yes you can," Lester was saying, and as he reached over and touched to back of her chair and spun it slowly until she had no choice but to face him he added, "You can and you will."
"Please Lester," Martha asked. "Let's just pretend this never happened."
"Can't do that Miss Everett," Lester said, and the teacher knew he was right because there was no way she would ever forget any of this.
His long black fingers reached down and took Martha's chin, raising her face up from what she had been staring at and forcing her to look him in the eye. Martha's glasses were slightly askew and a few strands of her reddish brown hair - that hue now only because of coloring - had fallen down in her face but she could still clearly and knew what the janitor wanted her to do.
"Just you and me here, Miss Everett," the janitor said as his right hand brushed the hair from away from her cheek while his left hand brought his penis to her face. "Stick your tongue out for me. Just lick it. Not so bad, is it?"
Martha had stuck her tongue out and had first pressed it against the crinkled edge of his foreskin before letting it slide inside the cocoon where she felt the gooey tip of his manhood. The taste was tart and the scent that filled her nostrils was not a floral bouquet but the aroma of a man who had been working all evening.
"Open wide," the janitor instructed, and the spinster had complied as if she was the student and Lester was the teacher.
Her mouth stretched wide, so much so that her jaws ached as he eased his huge member between her lips - lips that hadn't experienced this in years - and she felt her glasses being taken off of her head and onto the exam papers. That same black hand was now cradling the back of her head and easing her face closer.
"That's it Miss Everett. You like my big black dick, don't you?" he asked, not expecting an answer as he looked down at Martha, her eyes fixed on the shaft of his tool mostly hidden by his trousers as her cheeks hit the teeth of his zipper. "Let's get this out of the way."
The janitor's hand deftly undid his trousers and let them fall to the floor, and after he unsnapped his worn boxers shorts they dropped down his skinny legs as well, exposing his entire manhood and the tight patch of curls above the tree-trunk like base of his cock.
"Hold it for me," Lester said as he took Martha's wrist and raised it up, placing it on the bottom of the shaft and encouraging her to grip it, although her pale wrinkled fingers barely got halfway around the thick spongy tool. "There you go."
There I go, Martha thought. If she had ever seen a student of hers in the position she found herself in the teacher would have been disgusted and would have considered anyone doing this a pig. What kind of a slut would do this? Performing fellatio on a man she didn't really know anything about, other than the fact that he couldn't spell and seemed to think that anything he wanted her to do, she would.
And she was. Martha's lips, reluctantly at first, were now moving up and down the head of the janitor's penis. The teacher's saliva was now making the end of his enormous organ glisten while many more inches of the monstrosity remained dry in her grasp, and she could feel the blood beginning to flow through the hot flesh as his penis got even longer and thicker as it began to stiffen.
"So good," the janitor muttered as he put his hand on Martha's wrist and slid it up her forearm, causing the long downy hairs to flutter in the wake of his bony black fingers. "Suck that cock. Make me big and hard. That's it."
Martha shuddered as his hand gliding up her bicep created another wave of goose bumps, and she nearly slid of her chair when Lester's fingers slid under her upraised arm and began to stroke the faint peach fuzz in her moist armpit.
"Bet you wet everywhere, Miss Everett," the janitor sighed as his fingers continued to rub the teacher's underarm, and Martha knew he was right because she could feel her long dormant sex practically dripping between her legs.
I'm not Miss Everett, Martha wanted to say. I'm Mrs. Everett, even though Arthur is no longer. What would he think of her if he could see her now? He had urged her on his death bed to find somebody new and not spend the rest of her life alone, but he surely didn't mean anything like this.
"No," Martha said as she pulled her mouth off of the janitor's penis when she felt the zipper at the back of her neck being coaxed down, but she was helpless to stop him. "Not here."
"Got to have you," Lester was saying as he lifted the frail woman to her feet while pulling her dress off, his now erect penis bouncing obscenely in front of him and looking nearly as long as the ruler on the teacher's desk.
The ruler, along with the papers and a couple of books, were sent to the floor with a sweep of the janitor's hand and now the pale white woman's bra was coming off. the cups of the padded harness were replaced by Lester's rough hands. Martha felt shsme at the way her once perky small breasts now hung downward, but if the janitor minded her certainly didn't show it.
He was rough, pulling and squeezing the diminutive cones and making the plump nipples swell while he kissed Martha like an animal, his thick soft lips crushing Martha's as his tongue forced its way in her mouth.
The janitor was like an octopus, his hands seemingly everywhere as her flesh was clawed and her pantyhose were getting yanked down, and as the room spun around the teacher she felt herself being lifted onto the table, the cold wood against her bare back.
"Oh yeah, I knew you had a hairy pussy," Lester cackled as her spread Martha's skinny thighs apart and ran her gingers through her pubic hair, the black fingers raking though the thick bush of reddish brown hair with a few stands of grey sprinkled in the damp forest.
"Please don't hurt me," Martha begged as she saw the janitor move up against the desk and between her open thighs, his gigantic monolith now looking angry as the plum-sized head of his organ was being rubbed in the fold of her sex.
"Just relax Miss Everett," Lester grinned as he forced the glans into a pussy that felt as tight as a virgin's, and her garbled scream only inflamed the janitor ever more as his huge manhood tore into the teacher's long neglected pussy. That's it, take it all."
"Hurts!" Martha sobbed as a tear trickled down the side of her face, but she wasn't pushing the janitor away but was clawing at his shirt, tearing it off as the buttons ripped off and sprayed all over the floor.
Now Martha's hands were clawing the ebony skin that was glistening with sweat, his sleek trim body smooth except for an old knife scar on his shoulder and an indecipherable tattoo on his chest. Her nails dug into Lester's rock hard flesh as he began to thrust hard and fast into Martha, and although the searing pain of his massive manhood probing deep into previously uncharted territory brought tears to the teacher's eyes she found herself imploring the janitor to go harder and deeper.
The power of Lester's brutal thrusting was sending the desk across the room into little jerks, the squeaking of the legs on the linoleum sounding a little like Martha's flesh rubbing against the wood of the desktop.
"Tell me you how much love it!" Lester was imploring the teacher as he loomed above her like an enraged bull while grunting in rhythm with the pounding of his cock. "Tell me how much you love my big black cock."
Martha looked up wild-eyed at the janitor, her eyes blazing as words spewed out of her, language that she had never even considered using before. Lester roared at the vulgarities and lifted the tiny woman up from the desk, carrying her over to the wall where he pinned her with the force of his body and began to thrust into the little woman so hard that the wall shook.
Martha cried out, digging her teeth into the wiry shoulder of the janitor as her orgasm roared through her body, and as her body convulsed in his grasp she flailed her arms, her hand crashing into the window blinds as her pussy contracted around the thick flesh inside of her.
After her body stopped shaking the janitor carried her nearly limp body back onto the table, and when Martha looked down and saw that Lester hadn't cum and his huge member was waving around in front of him she wanted to tell him that she couldn't take much more of this. before she could speak however, Lester was spreading her legs and pushing his penis back inside of her.
Like a machine the janitor resumed his long and deep thrusts into the elderly woman's pussy, her balls slapping against her crotch as the table bumped up against the wall, providing a back-beat as Lester's sweat splattered all over Martha's pale skin.
The janitor's long black fingers grabbed the teacher's breasts by the nipples and pulled them upwards, stretching the loose skin as he gently twisted the fat pegs. Despite the pain Martha found herself coming again, and after grabbing the sides of the desk so tightly her fingers ached she watched Lester's face contort as he groaned while his hot seed filled Martha's pussy.
After Lester's deflating cock slithered out of the teacher's aching pussy he stepped back to look at her ravaged pussy, his cum oozing out of the hairy grotto as the older woman's thighs quivered. The janitor put on his clothes while Martha struggled to sit upright.
"I'm sorry," Martha said when she saw that Lester's work shirt was missing all of the buttons. "I can take it home and sew them back on."
"Okay," the janitor said as he pulled it off. "Got another one in my locker."
"Let me find the buttons," Martha said as she got off the table, her legs almost giving out as her sex screamed its discomfort, and after she had retrieved them she looked at her clothes strewn around the room.
You're a slut, Martha Everett, she thought as she quickly put on her clothes before the janitor could see her 61 year old body without him being in heat. What did you just do?
"Weekend coming up," Lester said as he watched the teacher putting her dress back on. "I live at 53 Grand Street. Second floor. Come on down so we can fuck in a bed."
"I don't know - I mean I'm not sure I can..."
"53 Grand," Lester repeated. "Second floor. Don't come too early. About 7 will be right. Bring a bottle. I like Hennessey."
"I'm not sure..."
"You'll be there," Lester said as he put the teacher's desk back where it belonged, and just like that he was gone.
At home later, Martha sewed the buttons back onto the shirt and as she did she replayed the evening in her mind. Her insides were sore and raw, the result of being savaged my the janitor and his monstrous organ, and as she thought back she raised the shirt to her face and inhaled the pungent aroma coming from the still moist garment.
"That was just one time," Martha declared as she resumed sewing. "One crazy senior moment. You're entitled. Now back to reality."
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Epilogue.
The neighborhood was appalling, the buildings as decrepit as many of the people wandering around them. Martha was out of place here and as she scurried up the stairs of 53 Grand Street she ignored the catcalls from the kids across the street.
Martha tapped on the door of the dump, clutching the paper bag that held the cognac, and when the door opened Lester was standing there smiling in a wife-beater t-shirt and faded boxers. As he took the package and let the teacher into the shabby apartment Martha abruptly stopped when she saw there was somebody else in the apartment.
"Oh - I'm sorry," Martha stammered. "I didn't know you had company. I'll..."
"No, that's my cousin Raheem," Lester said as the tall, husky black man rose from the couch. "I told him all about you. He was in one of your classes about ten years ago, and when I mentioned your name he said he had a crush on you back in the day."
"Still looking fine Mrs. Everett," Raheem said, her booming voice filling the room like his massive frame did as he approached his old teacher.
"Let's have a drink and relax," Lester declared as he stood behind Martha and blocked her slow retreat, his hands coming around the skinny woman to cup her breasts through her clothing. "Me and Raheem - we gonna show you a real good time."
"Please," Martha whimpered as she felt Lester's penis rubbing into her backside while Raheem came up to her and slipped her massive black hand under the waistband of her slacks and inside her panties.
"You right my man," Raheem declared. "Mrs. Everett does have a hairy pussy. Hairy and wet too. We gonna have a hell of a night."
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