oyfriend, you do anything to hold on to him. So for Ray's birthday, I gave him something special. I sent myself to him as a birthday gift.

            I work for a company that delivers singing greetings for birthdays and holidays. So, on Friday evening, I was sitting in the back of one of our delivery vans wearing only a red bow around my neck, a pair of shoes, and a raincoat.

            The driver announced I'd be delivered next. I took off my coat and shoes, exposing my white flesh in the dimly lit van, and climbed into one of the company's large boxes, which I'd decorated like a present. I hunched down into a squatting position and pulled the lid down tight on the box.

            I felt the van slow down, and just creep along. The driver was new to the company, and to Pittsburgh. I assumed he was making sure of the right address. After about five minutes, the van stopped and the motor shut down. I felt the box dragged onto the hydraulic lift, then I rode to the ground. I swayed back and forth, as the dolly slid underneath me. At last, I tilted backward and rode up to the front of my boyfriend's house.

            The driver shouted he had a package for this address, then my boobs bounced wildly as the box jolted over the doorstep and settled down on the floor. I was soaked with sweat and couldn't wait to get out of this box.

            I heard muffled voices then the door slammed, which meant the driver, was gone.   Suddenly, I stood straight up, popping the lid off the box, and began to sing Happy Birthday to my boyfriend. I stopped cold at the end of the first line, as I looked into the grinning faces of 4 old, black men.

            "I, I think I'm in the wrong place," I stammered.

            "Not at all," said the man next to me, "my name's Marvin, and I'm 71 today. My friends and I was just celebrating my birthday."

            He waved the can of beer in his hand at the three other men grinning and whistling at me. He leaned forward and read the tag on the bow around my neck, "Happy birthday darling, I'm your present. I'm a hot and horny Lois Kubik doll. Squeeze me and tease me, then watch how much fun I can be. Love, Lois."

            Marvin swigged his beer, then grinned at me and said, "Lois, your big titties and white pussy is the nicest gift I could get. Come on, boys, let's play with my Lois Kubik doll."

            I was lifted out of the box and laid out on the floor, then all four studs undressed.   Two of them attacked my 42-inch tits with their lips, tongues and teeth. They sucked and chewed my cherry red nipples, and crushed and squeezed my boobs with their hands, driving me crazy. I got hold of their peckers and pumped them while they ate my melons.

            A third stud spread my thighs and prodded the lips of my love mound with his thick, dick. I felt his cum drops wet my cunt hair. My pussy was making it's own love juice, as these guys did their thing to me.

            He grabbed my cunt lips, stretching my pussy wide open, then grinned down at my wet, pink playground. I felt his cock head slip inside and slide around the edge of my pussy. "Okay, Mama," he said, "now take me for a ride." Then he drove his black, hot rod deep into my horny cunt. I screamed with joy as inch after inch went into my pussy. Finally, I felt his body pressed tight between my legs.

            "Yea, baby," I shouted, "fuck my love hole, ride me hard."

            He drove me like a racecar, pounding his big, black cock into me and lifting my bare ass off the floor and slamming it back down with every thrust. I loved every minute of it. I never realized getting fucked could be this great. I didn't think there was anything more they could do to me to make it any better, but I was wrong.

            A pair of hands grabbed my brown hair on either side of my head. Looking up I saw Marvin kneeling over me. He shifted his body, sliding forward so his bare ass was above my forehead and his cock and balls lay on my face. His black cock was about 8 inches long, and thick like a fat sausage. His dick and balls were covered with sweat, and I loved the salty flavor as I licked them clean.

            He rolled his fat piece of meat back and forth across my face, driving me wild with desire. I tried sucking his black love wand into my mouth, but each time he'd slide it away, making me chase after it. I couldn't stand it any longer. "Please, Marvin, please let me suck it," I begged, "fuck my face, baby, please."

            They were driving me wild. The two on my tits chewed, sucked and squeezed while I stroked their rods. The stud between my legs pounded his cock into my love hole like a jackhammer, filling my cavity. Now all I wanted was Marvin's hard, slab of black meat, shoved in my mouth and down my throat.

            Marvin grinned as my naked body jumped and jerked uncontrollably beneath him.   My right hand grew wet and sticky as one stud shot his load into it. He shoved his dick, and my hand, against my big tit, spreading cum all over it. I pumped his pecker, fucking my tit at the same time.

            Marvin grinned down at me, as he rubbed his delicious cock across my cheeks and around my lips.

            "You came here to sing happy birthday to me," he said, "but you didn't finish doing it. So, why don't you sing first, then you can blow on my black candle."

            I felt the first burst of warm cum splatter the inside of my cunt walls. The horny stud between my legs hammered his black cock into my pussy, filling up my love hole with hot spunk. I groaned and thrashed then felt my left hand fill with sticky jism as I jerked off the other brotha. He pointed his hard, black prick straight at me and I yanked his sloppy, wet dick, spraying cum all over my face and chest. My body convulsed in an orgasmic frenzy. I didn't know if I could sing for Marvin.

            "Ha-happy birthday, to you...happy birthday to you..." I sang, as waves of pleasure pounded through my body sending me into spasms. "Ha-happy birthday, dear Mar-Marvin, oh, oh yea, fuck me," I screamed, and then I regained some control.

            "Ha-happy birthday, dear Marvin, please won't you fuck me today."

            Marvin laughed, slipping his huge black dick between my lips. I gobbled every inch of it down my throat. I sucked his cock deep down, lapping that black beauty with my hot tongue.

            I grunted and groaned, as he grabbed my hair and pumped my face up and down in his crotch. I tasted the first drops of his cum, as he pounded his dick faster and faster into my mouth.

            Then, his cock exploded in my mouth. Huge gobs of jism filled my throat as I tried to gulp it all down. I swallowed as much as I could, but there was too much of this stud's spunk. My mouth filled and his warm love juice spilled out over my lips and onto my face. Marvin pounded my face up and down on his enormous, black poker, banging my head on the floor each time he shoved downward. He fucked my mouth till he emptied his dick into it. Finally, he pulled his limp prick out and held it above my face.

            "Open wide," he said, smiling at me. I tilted my head back and stuck out my tongue toward his cock. He squeezed the last drops of cum juice out of his prick and onto my tongue. The big gobs rolled down into my mouth and I swallowed them. Marvin gave me the greatest face fucking I ever had.

            I lay there exhausted as the four studs looked down at me. My body was soaked with sweat and cum. I felt like I had been rode hard and put away wet.

            "Is the Lois Kubik doll broke yet?" asked Marvin.

            "Uh-uh, Marvin," I said, smiling, "it's still your birthday, and I'm your present, and the party's just beginning."  

            I thought this answer was cute, since none of them could have much left in them, and the party really was over. But was I ever wrong.  

            The four black giants scooped me up and carried me down to the cellar. Once there, three of them held me while Marvin appeared with some rope and a huge, 12 inch black dildo. They tied my hands behind my back then one of the studs took the dildo from Marvin and stepped up close to me. He inserted the head of that plastic dick in my love hole, then gave a shove that lifted me off the ground and made me cry out. He buried that black, toy prick 8 inches up inside my wet cunt.

            Next, they made me kneel on a small stool in the middle of the cellar floor. They bound my ankles tightly together, while Marvin and another stud tied a piece of the rope around my tits. They wrapped it around each tit, then crossed over and tied it round the other tit, binding both of my boobs together. The tight ropes caused my jugs to swell so that my already huge melons looked like two giant basketballs on my body.

            While Marvin and his friend tied my tits, another stud secured a piece of the rope to the portion of the black dildo sticking out of my snatch. Then, while two held me, the other two forced my legs up behind my back till my feet touched my hands. They told me to hold my feet, and I did it. I felt the rope go around my feet and hands, as they bound them tightly together.

            Finished, they stepped back and admired their work.   I was bound like a triangle.   One of the black studs dragged a chair over next to me. He took the two long pieces of rope, one from the front of me and one from the rear, and climbed on the chair. He looped the ropes over a ceiling beam and pulled them tight, stretching my 42 inch hooters up in front of my face. He circled the ropes over the beam several more times, then fastened them securely. As he pulled the ropes tight one last time before getting down off the chair, I felt the dildo slide another inch up into my wet cunt.

            I teetered on my kneecaps on the stool trussed up like a marionette with ropes running up to the ceiling beam. Marvin looked down at me with an evil grin on his face.   He reached down between my legs and I heard a click. The dildo was a vibrator. The vibrations flowed through my wet pussy, driving me wild with pleasure. My head shook and my body began to move uncontrollably.

            A second stud, with a dildo in one hand and a tube of jelly in the other, joined Marvin. He prodded my ass till he found my anal opening, then he inserted the tube and squeezed. I felt cold jelly ooze up inside my ass. Next, he inserted the dildo and shoved it all the way up in. I heard the click, then felt the vibrations racing through my asshole and spreading out over my ass. Now I was in frenzy, going wild, vibrating front and rear.

            "Look at this bitch," said Marvin, "getting fucked in her ass and her cunt by toy dicks, and she wants to dance."

            With that, he put his foot on the leg of the stool and kicked it out from under me.   My body dropped, but not far. The ropes pulled tight on the beam and held me suspended in the air. My tits stretched so far, I thought they would rip off my body. The last few inches of the dildo slammed up inside my pussy. The rope jammed the crack of my ass, running underneath me from the dildo in my pussy to where it tied my hands and feet. It held the butt fucking vibrator up inside me. Now all I could feel were the vibrations, front and back, and the rope stretching and pulling my whole body. I was in pain and ecstasy all at the same time, and I loved every minute of it.

            "Let's see if you're ticklish," said Marvin, walking behind me. He tickled the soles of my feet, driving me crazy. My tits swelled up like balloons and turned color from the ropes. The other three studs found table tennis paddles, and took turns cracking them across my aching nipples and bare ass. The pain and pleasure all mixed into one. It was wonderful.

            Finally, Marvin said, "Let's get dressed and get something to drink. Then we'll come back and play with my Lois Kubik doll."

            I hung there, swinging back and forth, as they tromped upstairs laughing and talking. My pussy and ass vibrated everywhere, sending waves of pleasure through my body. My tits were swelled and stretched so huge, I wondered if they would ever go back to their normal size. But all I really cared about and hoped for was that Marvin and his friends would come back soon and play with me some more.

            My boyfriend heard about my weekend with Marvin and his friends, and I never saw him again. But it doesn't really matter, because Marvin, his three buddies and I started a business together. Now every weekend, and sometimes during the week, I'm the present at a birthday party just like Marvin’s.

 

The End

span>  It was late afternoon when I drove past the public school in Pittsburgh, PA where I spent my early years. For nostalgia's sake, I stopped to see if any of my old teachers were still there. I found the doors open, so I walked inside through the corridors I recalled so well.

            I walked the old, familiar hallways of the first and second floor, but the building seemed deserted. I went down to the basement and came out across from the shop classroom where Mr. Coree taught. I walked in, and there he was. Mr. Coree came from Haiti, wore his hair in braids, and he had the blackest skin I'd ever seen. As I looked at him sitting at his desk, I realized he hadn't changed much. He still wore the braids, but his hair was now a little gray.

            "Hi, Mr. Coree," I said, walking toward the front of the classroom, "remember me?"

            He looked up and said, "I know I should, just let me think a moment."

            His eyes roamed my body from top to bottom, taking in my blond hair and my see through tank top that showed off my 40 inch tits and red nipples. His eye lingered at my mini skirt, which showed all of my legs, leaving almost nothing to the imagination.   He smiled and nodded his approval.

            "I'm Vickie Evans, Mr. Coree, don't you remember. I was in your class when I was 10 years old."

            "Little Vickie Evans, of course. My you have grown." He took my tiny, white hands in his coal black ones and I noticed their size and strength. "What are you doing here at the old school?"

            "I was driving by and thought I'd stop in and see if you were around and say hi."

            "So you came back to see your old teacher, huh?"

            "Yea," I said, smiling at him.

            "Then have a seat and let's talk."

            I looked at the student's desks, and he said, "No, not there, Vickie." He stepped forward and gripped my waist in his hands, then lifted me onto the edge of his desk. I wiggled back so I could sit comfortably. I saw Mr. Coree staring up my skirt, and since I don't wear panties, I knew he was getting an eyeful of my love patch. A huge bulge formed in his pants and it turned me on that my old teacher was getting a hard on over me. I spread my legs wider and gave him a big grin.

            He stepped between my legs and slipped his big, black hands over my knees, sliding them along the inside of my thighs till his wrists bumped against the bottom of my skirt. My nipples grew hard as his thumbs tickled my pussy hair.

            He grinned at me and said, "What have you been doing all these years, Vickie."

            "I got married, but now I'm divorced. My ex said I just wanted to have fun not be married."

            "If I remember right, Vickie Evans just wanted to have fun in my class. That's why I used to have to paddle you all the time, remember?"

            "Boy, do I, Mr. Coree. Say, you still got the old butt buster you paddled me with?"

            "I still got it, and I still use it on my students. I used that old butt buster on your butt just about every day. I thought you liked it."

            "I did. I was the big shit in class cause you whipped my ass every day."

            Mr. Coree pressed tight between my legs, keeping them spread apart. I folded my hands in my lap, pressing them against the bulge in his pants. I rubbed his hard dick while he tickled my cunt hair.

            "Maybe you need your ass whipped once more, Vickie," he said.

            "I'm a little old for you to spank me ain't I, Mr. Coree?"

            "Don't argue with your teacher," he said, as he pulled my hands and stepped back, sliding me off the desk. "I do it a little different for a big girl like you. Take off your clothes."

            "Yes, sir," I said, grinning up at him. All those years as a student taught me to obey the teacher. I pulled off my tank top and my 40 inch creamy, white melons popped free. He stared wide-eyed at my cherry red nipples, already growing hard for him. I unsnapped and unzipped my skirt, dropping it to the floor and revealing my patch of pussy hair he'd been playing with. I slipped off my shoes and stood on display for him.

            He slipped his hands over my tits and squeezed and teased them saying, "I'm going to bust your butt, Vickie."

            Holding my hands, he turned me around and stretched me face down across the top of his desk. I gripped the edge of the desk like we did as kids, only now there was something new. There were leather straps with Velcro fasteners attached to the desk corners. He wrapped them around my wrists, and then locked them with the Velcro. I heard the sound of a zipper and then a desk drawer opened and closed. When he walked back to where my head was, I looked up and saw he was naked with a big hard on. His black dick was at least 10 inches long and thick. It was the biggest I'd ever seen up close.

            "Wow, Mr. Coree," I said, "you got one big, black cock."

            I looked up and saw he was holding the butt buster, a black, leather strap 5 inches wide and 18 inches long. He leaned over me, letting the cold leather lightly slap my bare ass and pressing his dick against my face. I rubbed my face on his dick, licking it up and down with my tongue. I was so horny I would've begged him to whip and fuck me.

            He climbed on the desk, sitting on my outstretched hands. He grabbed my blond hair and shoved my face into his crotch. Suddenly, I felt the sharp sting of the leather crack across my bare ass. I gasped, and Mr. Coree rammed his big, black cock deep into my mouth. He wiggled forward, forcing my head back till it couldn't go any further, then pulled my hair and head forward, driving his cock down my throat. I thought I would choke, but I loved it.

            Mr. Coree went to work with the butt buster. Crack after crack lashed across my buttocks as I felt the sting then the heat in my ass. I screamed, but his huge dick stuffed down my throat muffled the sound. Every time I screamed my cheeks and tongue wiggled against his dick, and I felt it grow harder and thrust faster. I was giving Mr. Coree a blowjob by screaming.

            "Suck my black dick, Vickie," he said, cracking me over and over with the butt buster. I kicked the air with my legs and feet each time he slapped me. I looked like a little white fish with Mr. Coree's big, black hook caught in my mouth. I couldn't go forward or back, I just wiggled and loved it all.

            The butt buster's cold leather set fire to my bare skin, as he whipped me faster. I screamed and kicked my feet through the air till I finally tasted the first salty drops of cum in my mouth. I shook my head back and forth from the pain as he pounded my ass faster and harder. Finally, Mr. Coree's cum gushed out of his black dick into my mouth and down my throat. I couldn't swallow it fast enough as it filled up my throat and mouth then spilled out over my lips. I gagged as I gulped gobs of it down. Finally his cock quit spitting jism, and I felt it soften and grow small. I swallowed the last mouthful of Mr. Coree's love juice, as he pulled his limp prick out of my mouth. He climbed down and looked at me.        "How did you like the feel of the butt buster, Vickie?"

            "I loved it, Mr. Coree."

            "Good. Now I'll show you the new things I got since you were my student."

            He walked behind me and I heard a drawer open and close. I moaned when his hands spread my ass cheeks. He inserted a tube up my ass, and I felt a cool jelly ooze up inside me. He came around in front and lifted my head up by my hair. He pushed his soft prick against my lips and said, "Suck it up hard, Vickie."

            I sucked his dick into my mouth and licked it all over with my tongue. In minutes he was hard and pounding my head up and down on all 10 inches of black meat. He pulled his dick from my mouth and disappeared from my sight. I felt the cheeks of my ass spread, and the head of his dick pressed against my ass hole.

            "Push, Vickie," he said, "spread your asshole."

            I pushed hard and suddenly his dickhead popped inside my asshole. I shouted, as he pumped and pushed, driving his black dick deep inside my white ass. He pumped my asshole furiously as I again kicked the air with my legs and feet, feeling like the insides of my ass would pull out. He grabbed my huge tits, pulling them backward and using them as handles while he pumped my ass.   Finally, I felt his cock spew cum inside me, filling my ass with his love juice.

            He finished hosing me and wriggled his cock out of my asshole. My sphincter muscle stretched wide and hurt, but I felt great. Mr. Coree walked around and smiled down at me.

            "That's my Haitian fanny fucker," he said, "How'd you like that?"

            "It was great, Mr. Coree."

            He undid my wrists, then rolled me over onto my back and strapped my hands again. He climbed up and sat on my belly, then pushed his wet dick between my tits, and crushed them around it. He rubbed my big, white tits around his black cock, cleaning and drying it. It quickly grew hard and I raised my head, kissing his purple cockhead, as he tit fucked me. As he pumped faster, I opened my mouth and sucked his dick inside. I gagged from a slight taste of the chocolate road it traveled a short time ago, but the taste quickly evaporated as I sucked harder on his black prick.

            Mr. Coree let go of my tits and pulled back. His dick jumped out of my mouth with a loud popping sound. He climbed off then stepped between my legs, and I felt his huge prick pressing against my love mound.

            "Oh yea, Mr. Coree, please fuck me hard."

            "Now, Vickie, I'm going to give you my Haitian pussy pounder."

            He shoved his dick deep into my love hole. I kicked my legs out to the sides as I felt his cock inside me. He grabbed my bare ass with his fingers, squeezing hard and making me scream.   Holding onto my ass, he slammed all 10 inches of his cock into my pussy. He fucked me slowly, moving his dick around inside me and I loved it. I wrapped my white legs around his black ass and tried to pull him further inside me.

            Mr. Coree watched my tits flop back and forth as he pounded his cock into me. He picked up a ruler from the desk and cracked the flat side across my left nipple. I screamed as he cracked my right nipple, then he grinned at me as I screamed again. He beat my tits with the ruler smacking my huge melons on the sides, the bottoms, and the tops and across the nipples. He whipped my tits faster and harder, leaving red marks and welts where the ruler landed.

            I screamed and cried at the same time, begging him to stop but not wanting him to. My tits turned a fire red from the beating. At last he dropped the ruler and grabbed my sore, aching boobs in his hands. He squeezed tight, as he pulled and stretched them, lifting with all his strength. He stretched my tits almost twice their size, as I screamed in pain, feeling like my tits would rip off my body.

            I went wild as I felt his huge, black cock fill my small, white pussy and the terrible pain as he squeezed and stretched my tits. Finally I felt his cock explode inside me and his warm cum burst out and splattered my cunt walls. He pounded harder and harder, emptying his hose into my love hole.   At last he slowed and let go of my tits. I panted like an animal, as Mr. Coree ground his body between my legs, leaving the last drops of his jism inside me. Finally, he pulled his limp prick from my pussy.

            I lay exhausted. I heard a drawer open and water running, and then Mr. Coree appeared beside me with a self-inking stamp pad, a bottle of clear liquid and a cup of hot water. He put the bottle in the water, and then sat beside me.

            "Know what this is, Vickie?" he asked.

            "No, sir."

            "It's a stamp that says Property of Mr. Coree, Haitian Headman, and I put it on all my property. The bottle heating in the hot water is a sealer. If I stamp something and put hot sealer on it then nothing can take the ink stamp off. It's sort of like branding a cow, only I'm going to brand Vickie Evans body."

            I stared up at him wide eyed as he lifted my left tit. He pressed the self-inking stamp pad against the bottom of my tit, then pushed, driving it into my flesh. Next, he took the brush from the hot sealer and spread it over the ink on my boob. I squirmed from the heat. A small square with the words "Property of Mr. Coree, Haitian Headman" were stamped and sealed on the bottom of my huge, white melon. Next, he stamped and sealed the top of my other tit. Then he rolled the lower half of my body over and repeated the inking and sealing on the bottom of both my ass cheeks. He rolled me back over and put down the inkpad. He took a pair of scissors out of his desk drawer and cut off all my pussy hair. Dropping the scissors, he picked up an electric razor and shaved off the last of my pussy hair down to bare skin. He placed the stamp pad across the top of my love mound and pressed hard. Then he placed it across the bottom of my pussy.

            "Please don't, Mr. Coree," I pleaded.

            He grinned at me as he pushed hard, stamping my white flesh, then spread the hot sealer over both marks. The top and bottom of my pussy were now stamped. I had his brand on me. He climbed up and sat on my tits, letting his wet cock and balls lay across my face.

            "Remember how you used to make fun of me cause my hair was braided, and I was from Haiti?"

            "Yes, Mr. Coree."

            "Now every time a man sees your naked white body, he's going to see my brands and know you're used and owned by a Haitian. How many white cocks you think your going to get now, Vickie?"

            "None sir."

            "Your math is good, cause none is right. You belong to me now; you're my property. And that, Vickie, is the Haitian Humiliation. Don't you just love it?"

            "Yes I do, Mr. Coree, I love it."

            "Good. We're done for tonight," he said, releasing my hands and pulling me upright.

            I sat on the desk, exhausted and sweating. Finally, I raised my head and said, "Will you whip me and fuck me again, Mr. Coree. Please?"

            "I got something better for you, Vickie. I teach a class on Tuesday and Thursday night.   Each class has about 20 young men in it, all gang members. From now on every Tuesday and Thursday you're going to come here after class, about 7:30, and we're going to teach those young men how to use the butt buster, their fanny fuckers and their pussy pounders on you.   You'd like that, wouldn't you, Vickie?"

            "Yes sir," I said. "That kind of makes me a teacher, don't it?"

            "No, Vickie," he said, lifting up my stamped tit where I could see it, "I'm the teacher and those young men are the students. You're just a piece of property the teacher and students’ use. And I'll get good use out of this property. Now you can go."

            I got down off the desk, picked up my clothes and walked to the door

            "Vickie Evans," Mr. Coree shouted, "bend over."

            I bent over close to the floor, then jumped and screamed as I felt the crack of his hand across my bare flesh.

            "That's how I like my property to be, Ms Evans, obedient. You can go now, and be on time Tuesday."

            "Yes sir, Mr. Coree," I said, as I scooped my clothes up once more and headed out the door.   I knew I'd be on time Tuesday, and Thursday and every week after that. I couldn't wait to start going back to school with Mr. Coree as my teacher.

 

THE END