The Burnt Toast Club

by Stormbringer

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Drunk/Drugged, Interracial, Black Male, White Female, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Size, .

Desc: Sex Story: Saturday detention with the nerd, the princess, the hot teacher, the jock, and two thugs.

copyright 2006 by Stormbringer

Corrine Hartman pulled her convertable BMW into her parking spot and put it in park. She pulled her sunglasses off and checked her eyes in the mirror to see if the drops had made them less bloodshot. 'Whoever heard of detention on Saturday?' thought the poor teacher.

Corey worked three jobs. During the week she was a high school English teacher, on weekends she bartended at a popular college bar nearby, and during football season, the 26 year old was a professional cheerleader for the Philiadelphia Eagles.

Corey was somewhat of an enigma. She believed that teachers should be stern, conservative, and provide moral examples for the students. When teaching, she wore slacks or ankle length skirts, bulky tops, and a sports bra to help supress her big D-cup breasts. It was all a joke because every student had seen her cheerleading in short shorts and the tight tops the cheerleaders wore. Corey was more liberal bartending so the shorts and low-cut bosom- plus tip- enhancing tops came out. Several of her old students were now old enough to drink and came to her bar just to ogle her.

Mrs Hartman had loved teaching at first. Soon in became obvious that her lifestyles were incompatible. She had been picked for the cover of the team's swimsuit calendar. The picture showed the young woman rising up out of the water on the beach. Her long blonde hair was wet and fell to the small of her back. The only thing she wore was small black panties. Her arm crossed her bare beasts and the bikini top dangled from the hand. Her full red lips were pursed and her blue eyes wide with an "Oops" expression. That picture was now hanging in 65% of the male student's lockers. One geek had made it the desktop background for the entire school's networked computers.

Her students had been becoming more uncontrollable and thugish without the picture. The picture made things worse. They leered and ogled her. One had grabbed her ass. Some parents had complained about her when they caught their son jerking off to her picture. Corey sighed. She had already decided to give this up soon. She didn't need the money.

Corrine Hartman was now engaged to a dashing young business executive. She held her hand up and looked at the large diamond glistening in the sunlight. It was nearly as expenisve as the bmw he had bought her. Robert was a big advertiser with the Eagles. They held ten of the best seats at the stadium. If Robert said, he wanted four players to meet his clients, the owners replied, "which ones?". Robert had decided he wanted the hottest Eagles cheerleader as his wife and Corey was unable to resist. She was about to give up everything to become a trophy wife.

Corrine sat back in the bmw and watched them come. First there was the geek. Melvin climbed out of his father's volvo. He resembled his dad, a skinny accountant wearing glasses. The small white kid looked nervously around him before heading to the doors. Melvin was in detention for putting the picture of Corey on all the computers. The little perv was on her shit list. His grades were too good to fail him, but he was suppossedly having financial trouble and was stuck going to a local comunity college instead of the ivy league school that had accepted him.

The jock was next. Marcus was a giant black man as big as any pro football player and today was his eighteenth birthday. His father, an equally giant black man cuffed him on the back of the head before driving off. The cheerleading coach had caught one of her girls giving Marcus a blow job in the girl's showers. Corey had seen the coach right afterward. The poor woman seemed in shock. Her mouth hung open and she stared at Marcus with a look of amazement on her face. Though she never talked about it.

The princess was next. Charisma Summers was the most stuck up bitch in school. Corey had never encountered a more self centered person in her life and Corey worked with professional cheerleaders. Charisma was head cheerleader and always pestering Corey about getting her an interview with the eagles. Charisma was as stacked as Corey. She wore a pink halter that strained with the swell of her breasts. A white skirt that stopped mid-thigh showed off her long legs. She was dating Marcus' best friend, the school quarterback.

The last two to arrive were the thugs. Both nineteen having missed a year. They arrived together, no fathers, the two black men walked quietly across the sports field. Why they hadn't dropped out enitrely was a wonder. Corey expected that they stayed in school to sell drugs to the students. Luthor was nearly as big as Marcus. He wore camoflouged pants and a tank top stretchd taunt against his muscles. Anthony was more leaner with a basketball players build, but all muscles. He was nearly seven feet tall. Both thugs wore reflective sunglasses and do-rags on their heads. Corey gulped. She hadn't expected them to show up. Luthor was the thug who had grabbed her ass. Rumor had it that Anthony had led a dozen black thugs in a circle jerk around her bikini picture. He had been the only one caught. He claimed he was the only one, but the picture was nearly soaked in ejaculate. "Nope, that's all my baby juice," had been his response.

Corrine sat back and waited and waited and waited some more. The school wasn't about to make her monitor detention alone. The football coach was supposed to show up. Where the hell was he? Corey didn't want to do this


Melivin gulped and sat as far from the black thugs as possible. The jock wasn't all that bad though the man's size was intimidating. Melvin opened his knapsack taking out a thermos and brown bag. The crinkling of the bag got the attention of the thugs.

"Thanks for the breakfast, dick." Anthony strolled over to Melvin's seat. He grabbed the bag and took out the sandwich inside. "My favorite. Hmmm." He crammed half the sandwich inside his mouth. The tall black teen then snatched Melvin's thermos off the table and walked back to Luthor.

"Hey give that back!" Melvin stood and walked to retrieve his drink. Luthor turned and pushed him back. Melvin nearly fell. He moved around and backed away from the black men, bumping into the teacher's desk just as Corey came into the room. Her coffee spilled all over the floor just as Melvin hit it. "Oops, sorry Miss Hartman."

Corrine sighed. "That's fine Melvin. Why don't you run on down to the cafeteria and get me a replacement out of the vending machine."

"Yes, Miss Hartman."

Corey waited for Melvin to return before speaking. She winked at him as he replaced her coffee and he blushed in response. He had also bought Charisma and Marcus drinks, probably wanting protection from the thugs. Charisma waved him off, looking annoyed. This was going to be a fun day. Corey sighed. "Alright students, I know none of us want to be here on a Saturday."

"Does that mean we can go home?" asked Marcus.

"We can all go home... in seven hours. Sit quietly. No talking. You may read, study, or do homework if you'd like." Corrine almost laughed at that one. "Sleep for all I care." Marcus raised his hand. "Yes, Marcus?"

"Where's the coach?"

"Late I guess. He should be here soon. Your detention begins now."

Corrinne sat down at the librarian's desk. The students sat dispersed amongst a row of tables. Luthor and Anthony leaned back with their feet propped up on the tables. Neither had taken off their sunglases. Corey got the impression they were staring at her from behind the lenses. Of course, Melvin and Marcus were staring too, though more surreptiously. The thugs sat up and started shifting uncomfortably.

Corrinne began to feel hot. Her nipples were expanding as she glanced at Anthony's broad muscular torso. The tight shirt he wore left nothing to the imagination. He and Marcus were as cut as any of the football players on her team. Her panties felt slightly moist. Damn, I'm getting horny, she thought. Her fiance was away on business and hadn't been taking care of her. She was getting so horny, she was pressing her pelvis down into her chair. Corey closed her eyes and tried to fight it. She wondered if she could leave these losers alone long enough to run to the ladies room and masturbate.

Corrine opened her eyes having made up her mind to go play with herself. Unfortunately, the students weren't cooperating. Luthor had disappeared. Anthony was sitting up and the pervert appeared to have his hand down his pants. The young teacher looked around for Luthor and spotted him behind some bookcases. The seven foot giant was staring at her through the gap between some shelved books. He ducked when he realized he'd been spotted. "Stay in your seats," she told the four other students.

Mrs Hartman quickly strolled towards where Luthor was hiding certain she was about to catch him sneaking some drugs. Instead, she caught him with his pants around his ankles.

"Oh my god!" she gasped.

"Fuck!" groaned Luthor. His hand was stroking his cock. "I aint stopping. I fucking got so hard just staring at you and picturing that bikini picture in my head."

"Oh my god," she said again. Luthor's penis was a monster. It was built like Luthor himself, long and taunt. The entire penis looked to be close to fourteen inches long. It was dark black and veiny. Corey had never seen an uncircumsized penis before. A knobby, serpentine shaped cockhead emerged from his wrinkled foreskin each time Luthor's hand slid down the base. His balls were huge too. Collosal testicles, each the size of her fist. She no longer doubted, that it had been Luthor alone who jerked off on her picture.

"Ever seen a cock this big before?"

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