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Introduction:

This is a continuous story and will make way more sense if you read the chapters in order.

Tyshawn made it out of the door and walked down the street. He heard the bitch screaming at him from the door. He ignored her and tried to push his anger down. He saw Jesse and Frank waiting for him at the corner. They walked towards their old school where they would catch the shuttle to the drop-off point to catch the bus to Claremont.

“What’s up Ty? You look pissed.” Jesse said.

“The bitch was in rare form this morning.” Tyshawn said.

“Yeah, she is quite a peach.” Jesse said.

“Hey man, look what I got.” Jesse said and held out something that looked like a camera.

“What is it?” Tyshawn asked.

“It’s a new video camera, I got it from Tyrone for 20 bucks.” Jesse said.

“20 bucks, you know that thing is red hot, don’t you?” Tyshawn said.

“Yeah, I figure it is but for 20 bucks I think it is worth the try. You should see the way this thing works. It kicks ass and I can make some good money with it.” Jesse said.

“How are you going to make money?” Tyshawn asked?

“You know that dude that runs the newsstand?” Jesse said.

“Yeah.” Tyshawn said.

“Well, he pays good money for films. He has clients that give him lots of cash for certain kind of films, if you know what I mean.” Jesse said.

“What kind of films?” Tyshawn asked.

“Come on, are you stone dumb? Have you seen the white pussy walking around our school? These guys pay for all kinds of shit, good shots of legs, nice cleavage shots, and the big money for a shot of panties.” Jesse said.

“You are a pervert, Jesse.” Tyshawn said.

“No, I’m a businessman and I am going to make enough money to get out of this shithole. If you two homies play your cards right I just may take you with me.” Jesse said smiling at him.

The three friends walked down the street to their old school, passing a hooker, a dude sitting against the wall sound asleep and a guy obviously waiting for a client to buy drugs. They saw these things every day but rarely paid them any attention. They saw their bus pull into the loop and broke into a run.

Sarah entered her classroom and went to the desk. She saw the lesson plan book open to today. Wow, this guy was organized. He must have felt he wasn’t going to make it in to do all this. She looked at the day and saw “Review worksheet and pop test” written across the block. She saw two stacks of papers, one was the graded worksheets and the other looked to be the pop test. Well, this is going to go over well on a Friday, she thought.

Tyshawn sat down in the back row of the bus with Jesse and Frank. He looked out of the window, watching his neighborhood move by. Jesse called it a shithole and that is exactly what it was. His dad grew up here and was still here, working three jobs just to pay the rent and buy food. They had no insurance and were constantly getting robbed and vandalized. Luckily they didn’t have much worth stealing. He wondered if he would ever get out. That thought was the only thing keeping him in school. He needed basically two more classes to graduate, government which was cake and that fucking math class. He could not seem to get it; he was passing but just barely.

Sarah was sitting behind the desk looking over her class lists when she noticed someone come in the room. She looked up to see a black man walk in and go over to the trash can.

“Excuse me, can I help you?” Sarah muttered and stood up.

The man turned slowly and looked at her, his eyes obviously starting at her face and moving down her body slowly. She felt like he was undressing her slowly and she crossed her arms instinctively across her chest.

“Don’t worry, sweet cheeks, I won’t hurt you. I’m just here for the garbage.” The man said with a cutting tone.

“Oh, ok, I’m sorry.” Sarah stammered, not realizing she had insulted the man with her body language.

Hank Jackson looked at the lily white girl standing in front of him. She couldn’t be older than 20 or so. The bitch looked like a deer in the headlights. You could have sworn he was carrying a gun the way she was cowering. He was so tired of seeing that from all these little stuck-up white girls. He got it every day from all the snotty students now he was getting it from some green teacher.

Hank grunted at her and turned to dump her can. He dropped it back on the floor and left but not before stealing a glance back and noticing she had a nice little booty for a white girl. He could see himself hammering into her from behind and watching that white ass move in front of him. He smiled at her and licked his lips slowly. That would give her something to think about.

Sarah watched the black man leave. Why did she feel so dirty? Did he lick his lips at the end? That look he had gave her the creeps. She sat back down and started looking over the lists as she heard the bell ring. Students started streaming into the room, looking at her as they passed. She looked out and they looked so old. A lot of the guys had mustaches and some even had beards. The girls looked like women and most of them had bodies most women would kill for. She took a deep breath, this would be interesting.

Tyshawn walked into his first period class and saw there was a substitute. She was young was the first thing that hit him. She was pretty and all but her tits looked little. He could barely see bumps under her sweater and shirt. He watched her walk over to the door to check the hall and noticed her ass. Her ass was nice and firm and her legs looked pretty hot in black hose. He noticed the way her calves flexed as she walked in her heels. He felt his cock harden again and start to work its way out of his boxers and stretch out along his thigh.

“Good morning class, I am Miss Johnson. I will be your sub today.” Sarah said and turned to write her name on the board. She had to reach up a little to get to a blank spot.

Tyshawn and all of the boys noticed immediately how her skirt pulled up a little as she reached for the board. He watched her ass wiggle slightly as she wrote. He rubbed his cock through his pants. He had to get some pussy today. He looked around the room. Christy was sitting across from him, she was pretty and her pussy was used to his cock. He had fucked her at least a dozen times, but then again so had most of the boys in the school. She turned to him as he was looking at her and smiled. Her eyes moved down to see him rubbing his cock through his pants. She opened her mouth slightly and moved her tongue slowly around her lips.

What a slut, Tyshawn thought. He would fuck her if he had to but he wanted something different today. This erection was special and he didn’t really want to waste it on Christy’s sloppy pussy. He looked over to the other side and saw Karen. She was a cheerleader and had long blonde hair. He had never fucked her but she would be deserving of his cock today. Her body was smoking but she had never given him the time of day. He wondered if she gave anybody the time of day. He saw she was talking to her friend, a brunette who he didn’t know. The brunette was leaning over to talk and he saw her tits were pushed against her top, causing an abundance of cleavage. He felt his cock tingle as he stared at her chest.

“Ok, class, we are going to start with a review of a worksheet you previously completed.” Sarah said and called out the first name. A boy raised his hand in the back and she walked down the row, his paper held out.

Tyshawn turned when he heard the teacher’s voice and saw her walking down his aisle. He watched her legs and then she was right beside him. He could smell her, fresh and sweet. He took a deep breath. She called out another name and turned towards him. The girl on the other side of him raised her hand and the teacher reached over his desk to hand her the paper. Her chest was inches in front of him and he watched as her shirt pulled out of her skirt slightly as she reached. His dick was throbbing now and he was fighting the urge to stand up and fuck this teacher right now.

Sarah continued to hand out the papers, oblivious of the looks and snickers she was getting from all the boys as they ogled her. The girls were all rolling their eyes as the horndog boys crushed all over the new sub. Sarah finished and went back to the front of the room. She proceeded to review the worksheet with them, the boys hardly paying any attention whatsoever.

Mr. Thompson walked down the hall and peeked through the small window into the room. He saw Sarah talking to the class. She seemed to be doing ok. He watched a little longer, watching as she walked back and forth across the front of the room. She was a hot little number, yes indeed, he thought. He loved the way her ass pushed out the back of her skirt. Just as Mr. Thompson was looking at Sarah’s ass Hank Jackson was in his basement office, his door closed, his huge black cock in his hand. He was thinking about the stuck-up white bitch that had disrespected him this morning. His cock grew hard as he thought of her, reaching its full length of 9 inches. He rubbed up and down, picturing her white pussy sliding up and down on it. That bitch needed a good fucking and he was very interested in being the one to give it to her.

Sarah continued to review her worksheet unaware of the many thoughts flying through the school about her, each of them more and more graphic. She was excited, the day was going good and the class was calm and listening to her. She was doing a good job. She could do this, after all. Her confidence growing with each minute.

First period ended and the class filed out. Tyshawn looked back once more as he was heading out into the hallway. He was looking back as he exited the classroom and didn’t realize someone was directly in front of him. He smashed right into a small girl, knocking her to her knees as she was miniscule compared to his 220 pounds. His momentum continued to carry him forward, forcing his crotch to hit her squarely in the back of the head. She fell forward onto her hands and knees and Tyshawn stumbled over her back, trying not to fall on her. He stepped on her outstretched right hand and she screamed, forcing him to pull his foot up immediately and lose his balance completely. He fell straight down onto her back, forcing her to the floor, her breasts taking the full brunt of the impact as she was driven to the floor, the air rushing out of her lungs.

The crowd opened as they saw the young girl falling and Tyshawn struggling to not crush her. Jesse was Johnny-on-the-spot as he had his new camera rolling and he saw the cute blonde girl on all fours and then her upper body driven to the ground and Tyshawn basically sitting on her back. She was still on her knees and her ass was now pointed in the air and her short jean skirt was pushed up, revealing a glimpse of pink panties. Jesse could feel his cock hardening at the sight of this and the thought of the cash this shot would bring him. He continued to shoot as Tyshawn continued to fall and then finally rolling off of the small girl. She was holding her hand in front of her, her face and chest on the floor. Her skirt had pulled up a little more and more of her pretty pink panties were on display for the whole crowd. Luckily for Jesse and his clients it was all boys standing directly behind her and no one was in a hurry to move in and save the girl’s modesty.

Tyshawn knelt down to help the girl up, apologizing profusely. He lifted her up by her upper arms, sitting her up, dropping her skirt down much to Jesse’s disappointment. Jesse moved around to the front. He was rewarded with a picture of her chest and face filthy with the dirt from the floor and her tank top pushed down slightly, showing way more cleavage than she intended. Jesse could also see the girl was crying and holding her hand.

“I am so sorry, I didn’t see you.” Tyshawn said.

“Get your hands off of me, you asshole!” the girl screamed.

Tyshawn pulled back at the ferocity of the words and the look of hatred in her eyes.

‘Get the fuck away from me!” the girl screamed through her tears and dirt that was smeared across her pretty face.

Tyshawn stood up and backed away, staring into her angry eyes. He turned and started toward his second period class. Jesse, however, continued to film, he could care less about being tardy; this was too great of an opportunity. The girl started to pick up her books, her hand throbbing fiercely. She looked at her shirt and started to brush off the dirt. This caused her breasts to bounce slightly, captured for posterity on Jesse’s camera. She pulled up her shirt, noticing one of the straps was now broken. She picked up her books and got to her feet. Her knees were bruised and dirty and they hurt.

Sarah moved into the hallway just in time to see the crowd breaking up and a young girl struggling to her feet. She moved to her, noticing she was a mess. Tears were mixed with dirt on her face and her shirt was torn and dirty.

“Honey, are you all right?” Sarah asked.

“I’m fine.” The girl said curtly, still angry and hurt. Her hand was now throbbing as she tried to flex it.

“My name is Miss Johnson.” Sarah said and held out her hand.

“Kaylie.” The girl said and nodded, her right hand clutched in her left.

Sarah pulled a Kleenex out of the pocket of her shirt and wiped the tears and dirt off the pretty cheeks. Kaylie stared at Sarah, stunned by the kindness being shown to her by this lady that didn’t even know her. Sarah finished cleaning off her face and wiped her shoulders lightly. She took the torn halter strap and noticed it was ripped right off the front.

“Sweetie, come in and we can pin this back.” Sarah said and turned to her room, her right arm wrapped around Kaylie, leading her gently.

Sarah retrieved a safety pin from the top drawer and pinned Kaylie’s strap back to the front of her top. She tried to pin it on the inside so it would not be visible. Her hand reached inside of the shirt to hold it and she brushed the top of this young girl’s full breast. Kaylie noticed how soft and big it was and thought it a little unfair that this tiny young girl was bigger than Sarah would ever be. Kaylie felt her new teacher slide her hand into her shirt and even through her pain and embarrassment could feel her body responding to the gentle touch. Kaylie felt her nipple hardening and pushing out against her tank top. Sarah, concentrating on not sticking this girl with the pin was oblivious to her influence on the nipple of the breast right under her nose.

Sarah finished and stepped back.

“There you go, good as new.” She said in a cheery voice trying to make the girl feel better.

“Thank you Miss Johnson.” Kaylie said with a soft smile and walked out of the room.

Kaylie walked slowly to her next class, freshman history, her knees throbbing. She made it halfway down the hall when the tardy bell rang. She entered the classroom about 30 seconds after the bell and was met with Mr. Krane handing her a yellow slip of paper. She took it hesitantly and realized it was a detention slip for being tardy.

“Mr. Krane, please, you don’t understand.” Kaylie whined.

“Miss Smith, you already have a day of detention. Would you like to stand there and earn more?” Mr. Krane said in a calm, cold voice.

Kaylie turned sharply and stormed down the aisle to her seat and plopped down hard. She was so angry it took her a minute for her to realize she had slammed her books down on her sore right hand, pain shooting up her arm. Her eyes began to water as Mr. Krane began his typical monotonous droning lecture.

As a flustered Kaylie was being led into Sarah’s classroom Tyshawn was walking briskly down the hall. He was incredibly angry and he just wanted to pound something. He reached his locker and pulled out the supplies for his next class and slammed the door hard. Everyone around turned to face the commotion and saw Tyshawn open the door again and slam it closed a second time. He started towards his next class, getting to the top of the stairs before realizing he had the wrong books for his next class. He turned and ran back to his locker, exchanged his books, and took off for his room. He was quick but still a few yards from the door when the bell rang. He was hoping he was close enough until he hit the door and saw the yellow slip being held out by the dinosaur Mrs. Gerber.

Jesse did make it to his next class on time, although incredibly unprepared. He was so stoked about the footage he had just captured that he spaced going to his locker at all. He was sitting in his back row seat, watching his recording of Kaylie Smith hit the floor again with Tyshawn on her back. He wondered how much he would get for this little gem.

Sarah watched her second period class file in and she repeated her review and giving of the pop test. Her confidence level was so high now that she pulled it off without even thinking. This was turning out to be a good day and she was so excited that she could now put down 12th grade under her experience. She couldn’t wait to talk to Mr. Thompson later and thank him for the opportunity.

Hank Jackson took his long throbbing cock and shoved it back into his work uniform. How would he manipulate the situation so he could bury his meat into the new bitch? He walked off to the cafeteria to start the prep for lunch, thinking of the many positions he would like to put Miss Sarah Johnson in.

Lunch came around and the students started filling the cafeteria. Jesse wasn’t real interested in food. He wandered over to Hank’s office and saw he was in, reading a magazine.

“Hank, how’s it going?” Jesse asked, exchanging a high handshake with the janitor.

“Same old shit, how you today, little brother?” Hank responded.

“I have to show you something.” Jesse said and sat his camera on Hank’s desk and hit the play button.

Hank looked at the small screen and saw a little blonde white girl get run over and a huge black boy sitting on her back. He saw her little pink panties poking out from under her skirt as she was face down on the floor, her ass sticking in the air. Then he saw her rub her hand across her shirt and her titties bounce around under her shirt. He looked up at Jesse.

“How’d you get this?” Hank asked.

“Tyshawn ran her over in the hall after first period and I was just in the right place at the right time.” Jesse said proudly.

“I plan on selling this to Crank over at the newsstand.” Jesse said.

“What’s he giving you for it?” Hank said.

“Why?” Jesse said, his curiosity peaked.

“Because I know a guy who will give you about a hundred for this.” Hank said calmly.

“Dollars?” Jesse said, not believing what he just heard.

“No, rocks, dickhead, of course dollars.” Hank said with a chuckle. He liked this kid but sometimes he was a little slow.

“Just for this?” Jesse asked, still in shock.

“Yeah, and a lot more if you can get some better shit.” Hank said.

“What kind of shit?” Jesse asked.

“Well for starters you can get those titties without the shirt. Then if you can get her with a cock in her you can cash in. You get the little blonde whore on the end of a black cock and you can really cash in.” Hank said, calmly as if he was explaining a simple assignment.

“Now, how am I going to do that?” Jesse said with a smirk.

“It all depends on how serious you are. You want to really do this right we can get together and see what we can do.” Hank said with a smile, counting up the money he thought he could make with this hotshot camera and a kid willing to use it.

“What do you have in mind?” Jesse asked, also thinking he had hit the mother lode.

Hank snickered and got up and closed the door. He walked back over to Jesse, put his arm around his shoulder and started to explain how they were going to make each other rich.

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