by Omerod Home
Continued…
The man writhed in agony upon the desktop. Behind his back, his bound hands clutched and unclutched as one wave of pain was replaced by another. He twisted. He pulled his legs until the electrical cords binding his ankles to the desk cut into his flesh. He arched his back. He swung his hips. His ass muscles jumped and quivered. Antwon had to hold the struggling teacher by the ears to keep his cock firmly planted in the muscular older man's mouth.
Russell screamed. He coughed. He choked. He cried.
The fiery pain consuming his ass overwhelmed the agony of his cock and balls.
The teacher screamed. He gargled his pain around Antwon's cock. His tongue leaped and danced. Every verbal expression of his agony tickled and caressed the heavy slab of black meat filling his mouth and pressing into the back of his throat.
Antwon threw his head back. His thick lips drew back into a white toothed snarl.
"Suck my dick, Newtie," he husked. "Suck my big black dick, white boy. Make me feel good. Swallow that black hog whole."
Tommy thrust one hand into the pouch of his jock strap. He closed his thick fingers around his aching erection. He squeezed. He pulled. He bent. He twisted. With his other hand, he scooped up the heavy-duty yardstick from the floor where Grady had dropped it. He swung the yardstick and laid it across one of Russell's muscular thighs.
Russell's scream as the yardstick slashed his thigh was strangled by Antwon's log of black meat sliding down his throat. The teacher gagged. He wretched. His stomach heaved. His throat contracted around the hard black intruder and squeezed. He fought for breath. As the curtain of suffocation dropped over Russell's eyes, Antwon pulled his cock back. He let the teacher breathe.
Russell entered a new hell. His muscular body rocked under the attack of three nineteen-year-old fiends. He coughed. He choked. He sucked air around Antwon's big black cock, which filled his mouth with hard heat and bitter precum. He sucked. He slurped. He swallowed. He took the big log of black dick meat down his throat. He fought for breath. The muscles of his throat milked the black wrestler's cock. His desperate struggles made Antwon groan.
Antwon fucked Russell's face. Tommy slashed his muscular thighs with the yardstick. Grady whipped his ass with the fashionably thin Italian leather belt.
Grady's hard muscled hairy body glistened with sweat. He raised his muscular arm. He brought the thin leather belt down across the teacher's ass. The heavy contents of the wrestler's jockstrap made the dirty cotton pouch swing back and forth in rhythm with the blows.
Inside his jockstrap, Tommy's big hand clutched his dick. He stroked its length as he slashed the teacher's muscular thighs with the heavy yardstick.
Antwon's thick fingers clutched Russell's ears. The big black wrestler jerked the teacher's head up and down as he drove his big black cock in and out of the man's clutching throat.
Russell's ass glowed red. Thick welts crisscrossed both quivering cheeks. Blood trickled from a dozen wounds. Thin red streams meandered down his legs. His calves knotted. His body jumped. The muscles in his thighs quivered each time the yardstick struck them. His thighs were streaked with bruises of every range of color from pink to deep purple. Little red crescent moons dotted his skin where the metal tip of the yardstick gouged chunks out of his quivering flesh.
Antwon's big black butt dimpled as he thrust his hips forward. His fingers pressed into the sides of the teacher's head. He ground his kinky pubes into the man's nose. He scoured his lips. He fucked his big black dick in and out of the constricting throat without regard to the teacher's gasps or groans or grunts.
He also admired the teacher’s bare feet as he face-fucked him. The black wrestler was also a foot fetishist and Russell had flawless feet. Large with surprisingly soft soles and some natural slight wrinkles on the arch and ball of his foot. The teacher’s toes were fantastic, long and masculine with his second toe slightly longer than his big toes on both feet. .
Yes, Antwon noticed this as he fucked. The black wrestler’s mind flahed images of him licking Russell’s big, amazing feet. He began to fuck more vigorously. He sweated. He grunted with each thrust. His black balls slapped against the teacher's chin. The muscles in his stomach tightened. He rose up on his toes. He threw his broad chest out. He drew his thick lips back. He bared his big white teeth. He froze for a moment with his big black dick buried to the root in the teacher's throat. He grunted deeply. He gave a quick fuck punch with his hips. His stomach contracted. He hunched over. He came.
Bolts of cum spewed into Russell's throat. The black wrestler shot faster than the teacher could swallow. Hot cum flowed down into his belly. Hot cum clogged his throat. Hot cum filled his mouth. Hot cum oozed out around the big black dick filling his mouth.
Tommy slashed the yardstick across the teacher's thighs one more time. He threw the bloody stick aside. He pulled his dick out of his jockstrap. He wrapped both hands around the thick shaft. He jerked his cock. He made his balls jump up and down. His knees flexed. He fell back against the blackboard. He squeezed. He twisted. He pumped his big white dick with both hands.
The thick ridges of Tommy's stomach contracted into rolls. Thick wads of cum like white slugs spewed from his dick. The pearly gobs flew in a arc through the air. They splattered down on the teacher's back.
Grady dripped with sweat. His hairy chest and belly were spattered with the juices from the teachers whip wounded ass. The muscles in his arms and shoulders quivered with each stroke of the belt. The pouch of his jock strap was pulled tight and pushed out by his straining dick. A big moist stain spread across its dirty surface.
Grady lifted the belt above his head. He took a step back from the teacher's bleeding ass. He brought the leather strap down across the straining pouch of his own jock strap. The big white wrestler grunted. He flexed his knees. He thrust his hips forward. He whipped his aching crotch with the same vigor that he whipped the teacher's ass.
He wrapped the leather strap around his bulging pouch. He pulled it tight. He bound the straining pouch up sharply with one hand. He drove his other fist into the straining mound. His face twisted into a mask of pain. He fell to his knees. He clutched his crotch. He threw back his head. His eyes rolled up. A look of ecstasy spread across his face. Cum oozed through the fabric of the pouch of his jock strap. The thick white fluid ran over his fingers.
Antwon pulled his big black dick from the teacher's mouth. Russell gasped. He gulped. He swallowed the black wrestler's cum.
Tommy released his big white dick. He rubbed his cum sticky hands over his freckled chest He massaged the thick cum into the ridges of his belly.
Grady sat back upon his haunches. He rubbed his hands over the cum drenched pouch of his jock strap.
Antwon gasped. He gulped. He licked his thick lips.
Russell coughed. He gagged. He hung his head over the front edge of the desk. Long strings of the black wrestler's cum dropped from his lips to the floor. Then he fainted.
As the teacher collapsed and went limp, the black wrestler kept his eyes on the man’s big, bare sweaty feet. He flipped the passed-out Russell onto his back and placed his nose at the base of his toes and inhaled deeply. The black wrestler couldn't believe how great that base of the unconscious teacher’s toes smelled—an orgasmic mixture of sweat, well-worn shoes and natural foot fragrance.
Tommy, wondering what the foot-fuss was all about, leaned in and took a moment to simply get a better look at the unconscious man’s feet that were now at his black buddy’s mercy. They were probably the most perfect soles Tommy had ever seen. He took a good whiff of those tootsies himself before examining them further… and the smell seemed even stronger. The passed-out teacher’s feet were incredibly smelly and sweaty, and right at the base of his fourth and fifth toes was the source of the strongest smell.
After a minute of letting Tommy get a good view of their prize’s feet, Antwon pushed his friend aside and grabbed the limp, unconscious teacher by the ankles. Her I just had to taste those soles. And he tasted them with an almost sensuous tenderness. He started off by kissing Russel’s big toe before moving down to the arch. He placed his tongue against the skin inside the teacher’s arch and gave a small lick up towards the ball, with the saltiest and sweatiest taste he’d ever tasted.
At this point, his big black cock was all but fully erected again!
Antwon seized the moment and began to methodically lick Russell’s lifeless soles. The taste was sublime as he took the pinky toe of the teacher’s left foot into his mouth and began to suck on the muscular older man’s perfect toes one by one, spending a long time just slowly sucking each toe, swirling his tongue between the toes and all around each toe. When Antwon got to Russell’s big toe and began swirling his tongue around the base of it, the teacher, though still passed out cold, scrunched his sole. The black wrestler stopped dead with the teacher’s toe still in his mouth as he watched the muscular older man scrunch his soles, the wrinkles absolutely perfect!
The was the trigger that caused Antwon’s cock to erupt again with an explosion of cum!
To be continued…
