Black Classroom

NOTE: The students represented are all of 18 years of age. The classroom is a senior level course and is populated by all students of senior level education (18yrs)

WARNING: I tend to use the "n-word" in my stories quite a bit. If you cannot handle reading that word, then this story isn't for you! Remember that this is a work of fiction and should not be taken seriously by anyone.

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"Mr. Richardson, are you even listening to me?" I snapped back to his attention. The huge black man standing in front of me looked pissed off. My attention was drawn away from him by the golden name plate on his desk that read: Mr. Long -- Principal.

"Uh...sorry, sir. What were you saying?"

"I know you're new here, and not familiar with how things work around here...but I need you to focus. Mr. Brown is out sick. You'll be filling in for him just for today. By Monday, he should be all better."

"Yes...of course, Principal Long. What am I teaching again?" He just shook his head with disappointment.

"You substitute teachers really don't pay attention, do you? Mr. Brown was our African Studies teacher. Here..." He opened up a folder and took a flash drive from it. "...He prepared a PowerPoint presentation for you. All you have to do is present this to the class."

"That's great. Thanks!" I took the flash drive and left his office. Walking through the hallways, it was evident that this was a very...'urban'...school. Almost the entire student body was composed of black students. In truth, I was a little scared. This was my first teaching job, fresh out of college. I didn't quite know what to expect. Even worse was that everyone in the school district was black. I recently lost my girlfriend of 4 years to a black man. Still, to this day, I don't understand why she left me. She told me that she could only stand being with black men from now on. Every night, I lay in bed wondering what I could have done differently. But none of that mattered now. I needed to put aside my jealously and anger, and do my job.

I arrived at the door that had Mr. Brown's name plastered on it. I opened the door and walked over to the desk. As I turned around to face the classroom, I was caught off guard. About 30 black boys sat at their desks, staring at me with strange looks on their faces. Even though they were all seniors, they looked very young to me. I could feel the hatred for black bubbling up inside of me. I quickly calmed myself by remembering that it's not these children's fault that my girl left me.

"Who the fuck are you?" One kid asked.

"Hey! We don't use that kind of language in the classroom." I said, with the manliest voice I could make. "My name is Mr. Richardson. I'll be subbing in for Mr. Brown today." The entire classroom erupted in laughter.

"If there's one thing that I've learned in this class...it's that you'll never be able to measure up to Mr. Brown." The student folded his arms in an arrogant manner. I tried my best to ignore him and the rest of the class.

"Okay, guys. Mr. Brown has prepared a quick PowerPoint presentation that I'm supposed to show." I reached into my pocket and pulled out the flash drive. I inserted it into the computer and opened up the file called: The Rise of African Culture in America. Even reading the title saddened me. I couldn't help but think back to what my girlfriend told me. All I could hear was her voice in my head telling me that I wasn't a real man compared to her black lover. I swallowed my discomfort and began the lecture.

"During the period of slavery in the United States, only the strongest and biggest African men were shipped over to the colonies. Against the will of the landowners, white wives began breeding with the slaves at an alarming rate. This has led to the huge numbers of African Americans we see today." I looked over my shoulder to the students and noticed that one of them had his hand raised. "Yes...do you have a question?"

"Yeah. Why do you think the wives began breeding ONLY with the slaves?" He asked, with a clever little smirk.

"Well...I don't really know."

"Do you think it's because their husbands just couldn't give them what the slaves could give them?" Every word he said reminded me of my lost girlfriend.

"I...I don't know...but that's not really appropriate to talk about. Moving on!" I flipped to the next slide and began to read it. "Over the years, we've seen a huge increase in the number of African American children. Consequently, the number of Caucasian children has been dwindling for years." Without raising his hand, I heard a different boy yell out.

"How long do you think it will be until the white race is completely extinct?"

"Well...I don't know if that's going to happen or not."

"But that's what those numbers say. If that pattern continues, soon there won't be any whites left."

"Well...I...ugh." I heard the first boy speak up again.

"I guess there's really nothing that white guys can do about it, huh? Women have spoken...and they want black babies."

"Please...don't say that." I could feel tears starting to swell in my eyes. The boy stood up and began walking towards me.

"Maybe it's because they realize that their white husbands aren't REAL men."

"No! That's...not true." I felt a couple tears drip down my face as my knees became weak. Every word he said was exactly what I heard from my girlfriend.

"Accept it, little white loser. Niggas are taking over this country, one defeated white boy at a time!" I fell to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably.

"GOD! I miss her so much!" I murmured through the tears. The boy was now standing directly over me, staring down at the tear covered mess I had become.

"You didn't deserve her, anyway. I doubt there's anything you could have done to make her happy. She needed a REAL man." As I sobbed on the floor, I saw the young boy turn around to his fellow classmates. "Come on boys, let's show this white loser why he'll never get his girl back." One by one, all of the boys stood up and walked over towards me. Even though they were about half my size, they still seemed to tower above me as I lay on the floor. As they started to reach down and rub at their crotches, I couldn't help but notice the huge bulges that were pushing their pants outward. In unison, the huge group of boys began to unzip their pants.

Each of them began shoving their entire arm into the opening of their pants, as if to pull something huge out. My jaw dropped as 30 young black boys all whipped out their huge dicks in front of me. Huge may be an understatement. Most of them were about as thick as my arm and about as long as it too! I couldn't help but lay there in awe as 30 horse sized cocks throbbed in front of me. One of the boys to my left grabbed his cock and started waggling it in the air.

"Look at this loser! He's already addicted to our cocks; I can see it in his eyes." I couldn't even think of any words to say. I just stared intently at his swaying dick. "Go on, faggot...say it!"

"No...please...this isn't right. I-I'm the teacher." I said, while still choking back tears. The boy directly in front of me grabbed me by the hair and jerked my head up off the ground.

"You're not in charge here anymore, faggot! This school is run by niggas!" Before I could beg him to stop, he began dragging me over towards my chair behind my desk. As much as I resisted, I simply could not overpower him. Even at his age, this boy had twice the strength I had. With all his might, he threw me against my chair. I tried my best to squirm and wiggle my way out as he held my hands against the armrest of my chair. He looked over to the crowd of black boys. "We better get the rope out. This bitch just doesn't want to sit still." One of the boys ran over to his desk and grabbed some rope. I couldn't resist watching him run back. His limp foot-long cock flung around wildly as he sprinted up towards the boy holding me down.

"Come on...hurry up. I can't wait to hear this faggot gag on our cocks." He said, in a childlike voice. The boy that was holding me down started wrapping the rope around my arms and wrists. When he was done, I couldn't even move an inch.

"Please...please don't do this. I'm not gay..." I began to scream while squirming around in my chair.

"It's not about straight or gay, you fucking retard...it's about niggas and worthless pieces of shit like you." The young boy leaned over so that his face was nearly touching mine. "Maybe now you understand why your girl left your weak, pathetic ass. She needed a REAL man...not some weak, inferior piece of trash."

"Stop wasting time! Let's show this loser what we do to timid little whites like him." One of the boys exclaimed, while stroking his cock furiously. The boy next to me turned to face the other boy for a second.

"Okay. But I get first go at this faggot's virgin mouth." To my amazement, the boy climbed up onto my lap and stood so that his feet were pushing down on my thighs, and his cock was dangling directly in front of my face. I lifted my head to look him in the eyes. He just smirked and said, "Come on, bitch. Open that nice white mouth. Your girlfriend loved it, so why wouldn't you?" Without thinking, I just mindlessly stared at the horse hung boy standing on my legs. "Fine then...one of you get over here and open this worthless faggot's mouth for me." Within a second, one of the other boys ran over with his limp cock slapping back and forth. He reached up and put a few fingers in the sides of my mouth. Pulling apart my lips with one of his hands, he reached the other hand out and grabbed the standing boy's cock. As he steered the boy's cock towards my mouth, I couldn't help but tear up.

"Please...please don't do this." The boy who was guiding the other boy's cock leaned over and spit directly in my face.

"Shut the fuck up, loser. You couldn't stop us anyway, you pathetic little white boy." The boy's spit and my own tears both slid down my face, while I sat there dumbfounded. I still couldn't understand how such young boys could have such massive cocks and physical strength. Looking out at the sea of young black boys all stroking their monster cocks made me feel so worthless. How could I pleasure a woman the same way they could when my cock wasn't even half as big as theirs? The second the boy's cock jammed its way into my mouth, the other boy let go of my mouth. My mouth was so stretched open by this boy's thick meat stick that he didn't need to hold it open anymore. I gurgled and gagged as he slid inch after inch of his horse sized cock down my throat. I pushed my head back against the headrest of my chair, trying desperately to catch my breath.

"Oh I don't think so, faggot." He said, grabbing my hair and pulling my head even closer than before. "This throat belongs to niggas." He started thrusting in and out of my mouth, like it was a woman's vagina! Every time the head of his cock reached the back of my throat, I gagged a bit. Every pained sound I made just seemed to make the boy smile even more. Trying to take my mind off of the throat rapping that was destroying my mouth, I looked out into the crowd of black boys. All of them now had fully erect cocks and were just standing still, watching as I was violently throat fucked by this young boy. After what seemed like an eternity, he finally pulled his cock out along with thick ropes of spit from my mouth.

He jumped off my lap and stood proudly with his hands on his waist. He cock was springing up in the air, like it had a mind of its own. I stared at him, while gasping for breath. I couldn't believe how much of my drool and slobber had covered his cock. My mouth still ached with pain as he turned to face his classmates. "Come on, boys. Let's show this stupid white loser what being a nigga is all about!" The room erupted in smiles and laughs as he ripped the rope restraints off of me.

"P-please...no. I can't take...anymore." My throat was so hoarse that I could barely talk anymore. One of the boys in the crowd stepped up and slapped me square on the cheek.

"You're gonna take as much as we can give you, you worthless piece of white trash." Him and a couple other boys grabbed my arms and dragged me over towards one of the kids' desks. A boy pulled out the chair and they threw me face down on it. My stomach was now being squeezed against the seat, as my head and butt hanged off the edge. One boy came up and stomped his foot down on my back. I could feel his hot throbbing dick lying against my side.

"Dig in, boys. There's enough white fuck meat here for all of us." He said, with a youthful voice. The whole classroom surrounded me. A couple of the boy stood in front of my face, slapping my cheeks until I instinctively opened my mouth. Their two cocks completely filled my mouth, as they pumped in and out of my sore hole. I was too distracted by the two boys behind me to even think about the two tearing my mouth apart. Two boys stood behind me, slapping their heavy dicks against my flabby ass cheeks. I could feel my ass jiggling like a bowl of Jell-O.

"Damn, this honky sure does have a nice ass. Let's see just how tight it is." I felt a warm finger rubbing against my airtight asshole. I tried my best to protest and scream, but the two cocks in my mouth turned it into a garbled moan. The second boy looked at the first one.

"I think this bitch wants more. Throw a couple of fingers in this faggot." I felt two of his fingers slide into my asshole, stretching me out. To the boy's amazement, both of his fingers slide in with no problem. I had expected pain or discomfort, but all I felt was a young black boy fingering my ass. "Damn, if that's all he's gonna fight...then our dicks should slide in no problem." The two boys chuckled to each other as I started to squirm in fear. As much as I tried to move, the two boys in front of me were holding my neck down against the chair. I lay there helpless, as the two boys simultaneously pumped their foot long cocks in and out of my mouth.

Suddenly, I felt the pressure of a huge object against my puckered asshole. As much as I wanted to protest...I was curious to see just how much my asshole would stretch. To my amazement, I was filled with more excitement than fear. I felt the head slip in, which much have been as wide as my fist. Still, no pain came over me. Instead, I felt an incredible rush of pleasure wash over my body. I let out a sigh of relief, while still gagging on the two massive cocks in my mouth.

"Come on, my nigga...I want some of this nice boy pussy too." I felt the first boy's cockhead slide out of my tight hole, as he was pushed to the side. "You can't take it so easy on this piece of shit. We're supposed to be as rough as we can be with stupid honkies, remember?" Now I felt the head of his cock stretching its way into my ass, but unlike last time, I could feel it reaching deeper and deeper into my bowels. The boy pushed every last inch of his thick veiny cock into my ass until his heavy nutsack slammed against my butt. I let out a huge moan of ecstasy.

"See! I told you we need to break these faggots in nice and hard. Now I'm gonna show this honky bitch how REAL men fuck." What started as a slow pumping turned into a lightning fast thrusting that was tearing my insides apart. Even though I was disgusted with myself...I just couldn't help it. As this boy pounded my ass like a jackhammer at full speed, I finally came to a realization. This was the most amount of pleasure and happiness that I was ever going to get. Even having sex with my girlfriend paled in comparison to having two foot long dicks choke me to near death. With every thrust this boy shoved into me, I felt more and more helpless. I was becoming used to the pleasure. The rush of being stretched apart was wearing off...I needed more! I reached my hands forward and grabbed the two cocks in my mouth. I yanked them out and gasped for breath.

"Is that all you nigger boys can do?" I said, with drool still sliding out of my mouth. One of the boys standing in front of me lifted his leg up and kneed me in the face. I recoiled in pain, as I watched his wet cock flop around.

"What the fuck did you just say, honky?" I looked lovingly at the two dripping wet horse cock in front of me.

"I said...is that all you got, niggers? I can take a lot more!" The boy grabbed me by the neck and lifted me up off the chair. He dragged me over to my teacher's chair, which he said down in. He grabbed me by the waist and lifted me up with his incredible strength. He slammed my body down on his cock until the entire beast had disappeared in my ass. He grabbed my legs and pushed them up towards my face. I was now basically lying in his lap, with my legs over my head, and a whale-sized black dick in my ass. The boy sat there, still.

"Well...aren't you guys gonna help me teach this worthless faggot a lesson?" Another boy ran over and positioned himself in front of me. I felt him press the head of his cock against my already tightly packed ass. I knew I had to do anything I could to get this second cock in me. One cock gave me incredible pleasure...just imagining the kind of pleasure I could get from two cocks was driving me wild. I relaxed my ass as much as I could. I felt the head slide in as he pushed further and further. I let out a woman-like moan of pleasure as the two black shafts pulled my insides apart with incredible force. A boy from the crowd spoke up.

"Come on, guys. Treat this faggot's ass like the boy pussy it is." The two boys began thrusting their hips. Their cocks slid back and forth inside my ass. Their two shafts were tightly squeezing against each other and the walls of my worn out ass. I heard a wet plop sound as I felt the boy's monster cock slip out of my ass.

"I think we should all have a go at this faggot's ass! Line up, my niggas. This loser won't be able to walk after we're done with him." The boys listened to him, creating a nice and ordered line. I still had the boy's cock in my ass that was sitting under me. Now, it seemed, I was going to be double penetrated by every boy in the room. One by one, each boy came forward and jammed his monster cock into my already full hole. Each time another dick squeezed in besides the other boy's cock, I could feel myself being stretched out more and more. Every time I heard that wet sound of a cock sliding out of my ass, another boy stepped up to take his place.

I looked over at the seemingly endless line that stretched across the entire room. A few dozen boys stood there tugging at their girthy cocks, as sweat dripped down their muscular chests. In truth, I was hoping the line would be longer. Every time one of these boys yanked their horse cock out of me, I felt empty and loose. Thankfully that feeling never lasted too long, because another big dicked boy was always waiting for his turn. For the next hour, the wet slapping sound of long rubbery black balls slamming against my ass echoed through the classroom. Each boy got a turn at forcing their monster cocks into my ass.

After the line of black boys was depleted, the boy that was sitting under me pushed me forward. I stumbled and fell onto the wet floor. I could feel juices and sweat dripping out of open asshole. While panting uncontrollably, I reached a hand back to feel how loose my ass was. I felt the giant chasm of my gape with all of my fingers. All 4 main fingers clung to the side, as I yanked at my elastic asshole. Some of the boys erupted in laughter.

"God damn! Take a good look at this boy pussy, guys. This faggot's completely ruined." Just feeling my fingers in my ass started to give me that 'full' feeling again. I pushed my fingers deeper and deeper until suddenly, I felt my knuckles slip past the edge of my gaping ass.

"Holy shit!" Another boy exclaimed. "This piece of trash must be hungry for more. He's fisting himself, for fucks sake."