Chapter 1: First Meetings

Kadir hit the doors of the school with all the force he could muster and the rest of the gang was hot on his heels. Panic was rising inside the large, black and muscular career criminal to the point that he was drenched in a cold sweat. The cops weren’t far behind and this made Kadir feel like a rat in a trap; he was starting to feel cornered and with no way out. Yet, still he pressed on for he knew that if he gave up, he would go back to jail and that was something that he had vowed that he would never do. As long as there was air in his lungs and space in front of him to move, he would keep on running until he was either safe or dead. After all, he was the gang's leader and they had trusted him to plan the job and then get them out safely. Now, though, Kadir didn’t know where he was leading them because he was running on nothing but blind instinct. Instead, he was simply moving in whatever direction he thought kept the sirens at his back. It was only because the old sedan they had hijacked had finally blown its engine right outside the school that he had impulsively led the guys inside and, the more time passed, the more it was looking like that was a bad decision. For Kadir had no illusions about hostage situations, he knew hostage takers almost never got away. Still, he had learned long ago that you couldn’t go back and undo past bad decisions so, for better or for worse, his team was now stuck with his decision to run inside the school. In the end, it might have been something that couldn’t be avoided for Kadir knew that any animal being chased would only run for so long before it would look for somewhere to hide and that’s what he was doing now. So, they now moved quickly and quietly as Kadir breathed a silent prayer that it was after regular school hours and the cool and dimly lit hallways were, at least so far, devoid of other people.

All his men were experienced criminals and the sounds of sirens and screeching rubber tires were nothing new to them even if this time it meant that the police were surrounding the building. It was now starting to look to Kadir that his gamble had failed. They had not gotten away and it was looking more and more like there was no way out. As he and his men silently raced down the hall, Kadir mind reeled as he desperately thought of what he should do. It may have to be a hostage situation after all. The only other choice was trying to shoot their way past the cops and that was about as likely to win them their freedom as was taking their own lives. Then, just as Kadir was on the edge of despair, a woman’s voice came floating down the hall and it somehow sounded like salvation. It just seemed so incredibly perfect as it was high, lilting and feminine while also being articulate and authoritative and it now reached out and grabbed his muscled black frame and spun him around in its direction. It was still far enough away that Kadir couldn’t quite make out the words that were being said and yet it now drew him as if he were a moth transfixed by a light. Instead, it was the sound of the words being spoken by that elegant, sophisticated, and very white sounding female voice that now drew him in. Kadir's favorite thing in the world had always been white pussy and the smarter and more stuck up it seemed that pussy was, the more the 6’ 4” hardened criminal wanted it for his own. He was now starting to feel better for, although the chances of them escaping hadn’t improved, things were looking up and, if they were going to take hostages, then gorgeous white pussy was the best they could hope for. With his men right behind him, Kadir sprinted down the hall.

He could now tell that the voice was coming from a small room in the corner created by the intersection of two hallways with long rows of metal lockers. There stood an ordinary metal door; slightly ajar, Kadir noticed it was the one room that still had its lights on. As he approached on silently running feet, he could see that the window in the door was covered with construction paper. Here then were his hostages for what else could he do? There were no good alternatives and running circles through the hallways wouldn’t help him at all. No, the best he could hope for right now was to have something with which to bargain and Kadir couldn’t think of anything society valued more than pretty white pussy. If nothing else, perhaps it could buy him some time until an answer finally came to him. This had always happened before and Kadir hoped it would happen now. There was no time to waste and Kadir was ready to get started and so, with butterflies in his stomach, he pushed the door open. He then charged into the brightly lit room, with his men right behind him, and the large black criminal could now hardly believe what he saw. For, in front of his eyes sat a group of 18 people; they were seated in a semicircle seemingly stunned into silence. All except one that is for, in the room, there sat a gorgeous tall blond lady whose desk faced the rest of the occupants and she now continued to speak as Kadir and his men suddenly froze.

“So we’ll just wait a couple more minutes for the rest of the parents to arrive and then we’ll get star-”

The tall blond lady finally did notice the intruders and their presence now shocked her so much that she actually stopped speaking without finishing her word. The classroom seemed very ordinary with wooden chairs that were integrated into a desk. A flat writing platform lay horizontally in front of the person sitting at the desk and this could also be folded up and moved out of the way in order to more easily get in and out of the chair. The wood of the desk was bonded to a metal frame and the seat and the legs of the chair were all one piece. This provided for an opportunity to create storage below the seat of the desk as the piece of metal that made up the chair’s frame was hollow and a large hole was a part of its structure where a student could store her books. In front of the semicircle, the tall gorgeous blond lady sat at a teacher’s desk that was facing the opposite way and in this uniquely positioned piece of furniture Kadir saw the owner of the voice. Surprisingly, she was even more gorgeous than he had imagined. Now that he had a chance to look at her he could see she was a lithe and statuesque blond who must have been around 6 ft. tall and she wore a conservative looking, full-length cranberry dress. As she noticed Kadir she now rose from her seat and then stepped out from behind her desk. As intelligent as Kadir could see she was, the tall, blond lady who gave every indication to being the leader of this group was still taken aback and, as she tried to process just what was going on, Kadir took a moment to make mental notes on just what he was seeing. The classroom seemed to be about half full and looked to be populated by mostly women although, on second glance, Kadir supposed that wasn’t exactly true. While it was mostly populated with mostly females, Kadir now saw that those females were about evenly split between women and girls. And they all seemed to be crowded on the far side of the room; it was almost as if there was something on this side of the room that all the women and girls wanted to stay as far away from as possible. Because the ladies populated the far side of the room, they were right in Kadir’s field of vision when he burst in and it was only now that the lead bank robber looked to his right and saw what had made the ladies so uncomfortable.

For, seated to his right, in their own group of chairs, were four short and fat black boys who were, without a doubt, the ugliest people Kadir had ever seen. This was partly because they seemed to have something wrong with their faces as their round cheeks hung down like jowls and their noses all ... well, turned up wasn’t even the right term. No, something had happened to these kids and Kadir guessed it had probably happened in utero that had turned their noses into snouts. That was it; that was the only way to describe it. These weren’t just regular boys. No, if ever there were to be creatures that were a cross between a pig and a fourteen-year-old black boy, Kadir was sure they would look exactly like the monstrosities he was looking at right now. And they didn’t help themselves with their current appearance. For even though they were all dressed in the obligatory school uniform of white button-down shirts and khaki pants; their clothes were dirty, rumpled and worn. They were shabby and scuffed and had obviously been bought used.

The boys and their clothes then were everything that the women were not; ugly, dirty, classless and unkempt. It made for the most shocking of contrasts for, as Kadir now looked around the room, he was sure he had never seen such physically perfect women in all of his life. In height they varied widely and the pretty blond lady was by far the tallest. Looking at her Kadir thought she must only be about four inches shorter than him. This contrasted with the smallest woman in the room who Kadir assumed to be a teacher because, like the tall blond lady, this shortest of all the ladies was wearing a cranberry dress. Strangely enough, despite the four large black men having just barged into the room, this shortest of all the women was still smiling.

I know the type thought Kadir. Anyone who was asked to describe her in just one word would come back with the same answer. Perky.

Indeed, this shortest of all the women, despite the recent shock, now still exuded positive energy and Kadir wondered if she would still have that same energy if she were naked on her back with his big black cock impaling her little white pussy. After all, she was the definition of the word petite; that was all of her except her tits. For, on her slender frame now hung two impressively massive mammaries. In fact, as Kadir looked around the room he noticed that every single woman and girl seemed to have extraordinarily large breasts.

What the fuck is this? Kadir now thought before the perky blond spoke up.

“Can we help you?” said the petite blond woman in a voice as chipper as Kadir had imagined. Kadir didn’t answer but instead kept looking around the room as he sized up each person individually. Next to the perky blond sat another woman who was significantly taller; Kadir guessed she was around 5’9” yet, unlike the perky blond, this woman did not look happy. Yet even her sourness could not hide the fact that, like the woman sitting next to her, she also wore a name tag. While the perky blond’s name tag had the words “Hello My name is Linda” written on it, this much taller woman, who was also unbelievably gorgeous and wore the same cranberry dress had a name tag that read “Hello My name is Kayla Foush”. She had a pinched face and brown hair that could be described as neither light nor dark. Kadir could see that it was longer than shoulder length although, by its appearance Kadir didn’t think it extended very far down her back. This woman looked younger than the perky blond sitting next to her and Kadir thought she was probably only a year or two out of teachers college where the perky blond presented a youthful look of someone who was in their mid thirties. She also didn’t appear to be as thin as the blond and this was something that Kadir liked. After all, his ideal fuck wasn’t a skeleton but a beautiful woman with a soft, supple and feminine body. Sitting even further to the right was the last woman in the classroom who was wearing the red dress and Kadir thought that she might be the most beautiful woman of all. In all his years he had never been in favor of dress codes but today he was for the cranberry colored dress that it seemed all the teachers were required to wear did an extremely good job of outlining their large breasts before curving back inwards and hugging their broad and flat stomachs. This woman was a little bit taller than Linda although she looked more like Kayla in appearance. Like Kayla this woman’s hair was brown and straight although Kadir could already tell it extended significantly further down her back. Furthermore, her flawless facial features weren’t marred with a scowl but neither was she smiling. Instead, she looked slightly bored or, at the very least, intent on keeping a neutral expression on her face. Lastly, her arms looked thicker than Kayla’s as if she was extremely physically fit. It was hard to tell with the dress on although Kadir still thought she looked both soft and supple. The final two adult women in the room were obviously moms for both of them sat a small distance away from the teachers and right next to two cheerleaders that Kadir assumed were their daughters. The two moms were similar in height, Kadir guessed they must have been about five foot three inches tall and yet one had porcelain skin and reddish brown somewhat curly shoulder length hair and the other was of a darker complexion. She wasn’t a dark-skinned lady by any stretch of the imagination but sitting next to the mom with skin the color of Elmer’s glue made the slight olive tint that her skin did have that much more noticeable. Unlike the red-haired mom sitting next to her, the second mom had dark brown straight hair that was parted in the middle and came only to her shoulders and, like the rest of the women in the room, she wasn’t fat but she did have curves in all the right places. Her daughter sitting next to her, dressed as all the girls were save one, looked enough like her to convince Kadir they were related but there were some differences. For the daughter had skin closer in color to the other mother; the one with the reddish-brown hair, and it was that same creamy white color of porcelain even though she had dark brown hair almost exactly like her mom’s. Kadir then took a moment to admire the way the girl’s cheerleading uniform bulged outwards as it struggled to contain what he assumed was her disproportionately large chest before allowing his eyes to move on. The other lady’s daughter was probably the least attractive of the girls and that was saying something considering the short and petite girl sitting in the corner opposite Kadir. That girl had freckles which Kadir thought was sexy but she also had a scrunched-up face, frizzy and mousy brown hair and large glasses and she was the one girl not dressed like a cheerleader. That girl looked like a brainiac and indeed she was the only person who had both a book and a notepad open on her desk as if she were writing down almost everything she read. Still, the other daughter wasn’t going to win any beauty contests; at least not if she had to compete against any other girl here. Like her mother she did benefit from a flawless complexion that was creamy white but her dark brown hair was extremely curly and her nose turned up in a way that always reminded Kadir of an Olympic ski jump. She was a big girl too although she was not fat. No, but she wasn’t skinny either nor would anyone even have called her thin. If they were nice, they would have said that she had an average build although her large breasts and pronounced hourglass shape probably gave the illusion that she was bigger than she was. Kadir guessed that she was the same height as the sour faced teacher and probably only two or three inches shorter than the principal. Still, there were few things that Kadir loved more than a cheerleader’s uniform. He wondered what brilliant perv came up with the idea for those and how he managed to sell the idea of teenage girls running around in skirts that barely came down past their underpants. Kadir then took a moment to admire that girl’s legs. They were thick and muscular although not in an unfeminine way and the shape that they made as they ran upwards the long distance from her shoes all the way into her underpants gave Kadir the beginnings of an idea. Finally, in front of the two moms and their daughters sat the last three cheerleaders. These three girls, who were also unbelievably gorgeous, struck Kadir as almost being carbon copies of each other for they all seemed to be about the same height, five foot seven Kadir would have guessed and naturally they all wore the same outfit. If there were any differences at all it was in skin tone and hair color for they were all not what anyone would call skinny girls. Again, they weren’t fat or out of the ordinary in any way. No, instead they looked the way Kadir thought women were supposed to look. Their bodies were those of your average fifteen-year-old girl apart from them being much more curvaceous. Now, everywhere Kadir looked all he could see was pronounced hourglass figures, waists that narrowed only to swell back out into wide hips and shapely legs so delectable that they made him ache with desire. Lastly, there were those sweaters. Oh Kadir knew those sweaters were hiding secrets; two of them to be exact and, if Kadir was going to spend the rest of his life in jail, then he decided that, before he did, he was going to reveal the secrets that every sweater held. Then again, why should it be just him for, if they were all trapped with no hope of escape, why shouldn’t every man and boy in the room enjoy all the succulent and sweet, delectable treats that each lady had to offer? An idea was now forming in Kadir’s mind. It was metamorphosing and becoming a plan and all that was left was ironing out the details and then putting the plan into action. For, if everyone was going to participate then everyone was going to participate and it was time to turn his attention to the boys in the room. After all, they played an instrumental part in his plan and so it was time to see what he was working with. They were all short, fat, and black and appeared to be much younger than anyone else in the room although that couldn’t be true since Kadir knew the school was only for ages 14 and higher. Furthermore, their clothes were shabby and hardly recognizable as the school’s uniform. Their shirts and their pants looked old and unwashed and each boy’s red sweater appeared dusty and moth-eaten. Their khaki pants were patched in places and where they were not patched, faded stains covered the garments. All of them seemed unkempt and bedraggled and they obviously were all wearing secondhand clothes as none of the uniforms fit very well. Their shirttails were untucked and, in some places, the boys’ undershirts and fat stomachs stuck out and the boys themselves looked even worse than the clothes. Their bodies were obese, from the tops of their heads through their feet, every inch of them seemed to be bursting with fat. Their curly, short, nappy hair was of different lengths in different places, long in some and short in others. It looked as though it had been cut by the boys themselves or at least by someone who had no experience cutting hair. Their skin was blotchy and mottled with birthmarks and pigmentation of different shades. Their ears stuck out from the sides of their heads at an almost 90-degree angle and the worst part was that, on all the boys, one ear seemed to stick out further than the other. Finally, the worst part of them seemed to be each boy’s nose and mouth. For, their mouths stuck out at large jutting angles, and they protruded far further than Kadir would have thought possible. It was so bad that it gave them the look of wild apes or monkeys; as if they were not human at all. Their noses on the other hand seemed to have prematurely stopped growing. They were short and stubby and appeared to stick straight out from the middle of each boy’s face rather than from down between their eyes like that of a normal person. Those noses almost looked more like snouts than they did like noses. While there was no way that Kadir could have known this, it was because of all these factors, but because of the boys’ noses more than anything else, that they had earned their not-so-secret nickname; The Pigs. All of this Kadir’s trained eyes quickly picked up on including the body language of everyone in the room. The adult women sat up straight, indicating that they were the authority figures in the room while the boys, with their slumped shoulders and heads hung low, were in quite a bit of trouble. Yet now, everyone in the room seemed to be frozen with confusion as if their minds couldn’t quite process what they were seeing. Each person’s mouth was hanging open as they stared at the large black men who had just burst into the room until, as Kadir would have suspected, it was the tall blond woman who was first to regain her composure and stand up from behind her desk.