The story so far….
Middle-class and white, Dan lived with his ****** in a sedate suburban neighborhood, thinking little of the radical changes going on in the country around him, specifically the proliferation of black rights organizations, groups that were not interested in furthering the cause of equal rights, but advocated openly and proudly for black racial supremacy and the subjugation and eventual eradication of the white race. His ********, Julie, was indoctrinated to this philosophy during her freshman year at college. Julie returned home carrying the child of an unidentified black man in her white womb, and with two aims toward completing her freshman year project: converting her mother to the ideology of black superiority and persuading her father or brother to agree to voluntary disposal, a swiftly growing trend among white boys who had come to accept their cultural, physical, sexual, and genetic inferiority to black men. Dan's son, Tyler, it turned out was well on the road to embracing his own elimination. Aghast at these revelations, Dan fled the house, leaving his ****** to take the next step on their own.
"So, Mom," Julie teased, "with your loser husband out of the house, are you finally ready to be fully converted?"
Kate laughed a bit self-consciously. "Well, what did you have in mind, Julie?"
Julie thought for a moment, then turned to her brother, sitting nearby, still shaken by his admission to his ****** that he was willing to be disposed of, that he actually desired it. "Hey, wimp," she said, "give me your phone." Tyler handed his phone over to his sister. "What's the name of the new captain of your baseball team, the real man who replaced your sorry ass?"
"Uhm, Tariq. He's in there under my contacts."
Julie found Tariq's listing and tapped out a quick text. She got an almost immediate reply, and tapped out an answer. "Okay, Mom, let's head upstairs and get you ready!" Julie tossed Tyler's phone back to the once proud jock.
As Julie and Kate went upstairs, Tyler checked his texts. Julie's first message to Tariq read, "You in the mood for some white pussy?"
Tariq's response was, "Who this? This you, faggot?"
Julie replied, "This is the fag's black cock loving sister. I need some help converting Mom. Bring friends!"
Tariq responded with a series of emojis that made his interest plain, including four eggplants. He was on his way.
Tyler gulped. The black teen who had already replaced him on his high school baseball team was now going to help introduce Tyler's own mother to the pleasures of sex with black men. More than ever, Tyler was convinced that he, like all white men, had become obsolete.
In Julie's bedroom, Kate tried on a very short black leather skirt that belonged to her ********, pleased to see that it fit her very nearly as well as it did eighteen year old Julie. She picked out a red top that showed her midriff and accentuated her bosom. "That looks hot, Mom," Julie assured her. "Not that you'll be wearing anything for very long once the boys arrive. Here let me help you with your make-up." As Julie applied a moist, red lipstick to her mother's mouth that accentuated the fullness of her lips, she explained, "Now, you have to remember, Mom, black men are completely different than most white boys. They don't appreciate games or bullshit, they like getting right down to business, and they usually enjoy things a bit...rough, a bit nasty. They save the romance shit for their black girlfriends and wives. We are just white whores to them. We are holes to dump their jizz, and knock up with their babies...if we're lucky." Julie ran a hand over her own bloated belly.
Kate admired her ********'s figure, ripe with child. "You really have no idea who the father is?" There was more admiration in Kate's voice than concern.
Julie laughed. "I was passed around by so many of the black fraternities on campus that it could be any of dozens of men. It doesn't matter. It's an honor to carry a black king in my filthy white womb. Anyway, government programs help take care of white women who breed black babies, so I’ll be okay. And so will you if we get you knocked up the right way.” Just then they heard the front door bell ring. “Don’t worry,” Julie said, “Tyler will get it. Let’s finish getting ready.”
Downstairs, Tyler nervously answered the front door. On the stoop stood Tariq and three other young black men, all of whom Tyler recognized from school. “So, faggot,” sneered Tariq, pushing his way into the living room. “I hear you giving away some free white snatch. Where it at?”
“My sister and m-m-my M-Mom are upstairs. They…I think they’ll be down soon,” Tyler stuttered.
“Sounds good,” Tariq said, flopping down in Dan’s recliner. “While we wait, get us some beers. I assume you got beer in the house, right?” Tariq wore low hanging jeans and white Jordans. He was shirtless, his smooth, taut body covered in Afrocentric tattoos: the head of a golden-maned lion inked on his chest, an outline of Africa on his back, the red, black, and green of a Pan-African flag on his right bicep, quotes from Tupac Shakur, Nas, Kendrick Lamar, and other rappers decorating his arms and well-muscled torso. His hair was done up in layered cornrows, and he wore several gold chains of varying thickness around his neck, an expensive gold watch on his wrist.
Tyler raised his head shyly, barely able to make eye contact with the supremely confident, young black athlete. “Y-yes, we should have beer. I’ll get some.”
One of the other boys, D’Shawn, with the body of an offensive lineman and arms of knotted muscle, backhanded Tyler in the face. “We tole you before, faggot? How do you address a black man?”
Tyler’s lower lip trembled. “I..I’ll get some…SIR,” he replied. The boys all laughed approvingly at Tyler’s submission, D’Shawn giving him a violent shove toward the kitchen.
Several minutes later, Kate and Julie descended the stairs to discover the four black youths sprawled across the living room furniture, drinking beer, a hip-hop station blasting from the stereo. They noticed Tyler on his hands and knees, stripped to his underwear, crawling around the floor kissing and licking the young men’s sneakers, their Nikes and Adidas and Vans, while the young niggers cracked up at his submission. Every once in a while, one of the black teens would kick Tyler in the ass. Kate felt herself grow unexpectedly aroused at the sight of her son’s abuse. Tariq caught sight of the two hot women, the younger of them clearly several months pregnant, on the stairs, and whistled. “Whoa, faggot,” he observed to Tyler, “your sis and moms are fuckin’ hot white bitches! They’s almost as pretty as you.”
Julie walked over to the recliner occupied by Tariq and perched on the armrest, flaunting her breasts, grown heavy in pregnancy. “Baby on board, huh,” Tariq said, placing a hand alongside Julie’s swollen belly. “I hope you carryin’ a lil baby nigga in that white oven o’ yours, snowbunny.”
“If I weren’t,” she said with a sidelong glance at her kneeling brother, “I would have already flushed it down the drain.” This elicited hoots of approval from the black teens. Kate was astounded by her race traitor ********’s confidence and composure in the company of these loud, lewd boys. “And what about you, Momma,” Tariq asked Kate, as she stood somewhat shyly at the foot of the stairs, “you happy to be a grandma to a little half-breed nigga?”
Kate moved closer to the sofa, occupied by Tariq’s friends, Jarrod and Andre, conscious of their eyes on the sway of her hips in the leather skirt. “I couldn’t be prouder of Julie for ending our ******’s white lineage and ensuring that the future is black. I hope she has lots of black babies,” Kate said, realizing that she meant it and how hot it made her to say it out loud.
“And are you interested in replacing this shitstain of a mistake,” Tariq asked Kate, kicking at Tyler and connecting with the white boy’s ribs, “with a superior black son of your own?” Kate thrilled at hearing Tariq’s words. “Yes, oh, yes,” she said, “Julie has convinced me what a privilege it would be to bring black sons and ********* into this world, to correct the crimes of the past!”
Grinning at her mom’s response, Julie pressed her mouth to Tariq's, her pink lips enveloped by his thick African lips as he inserted his probing tongue into her welcoming mouth. She slid from the armrest to his lap, as he took her heavy breasts in his strong hands and kneaded them. Simultaneously, the blonde college student groped for Tariq's crotch, grasping the swelling, teenage cock in his jeans. "Who was the lucky brotha who ***** a baby inta your race traitor womb, snowbunny?" he asked.
Julie giggled naughtily. "I don't know," she explained. "Over the past two semesters at school, I have been passed around by so many of black frat brothers and basketball and football players and even some of my professors that the baby daddy could be almost anybody. Well, anybody black that is. No white boy has gotten near this body since I was in high school. And no white boy ever will again."
Tariq slapped Julie's crotch. "I like a white bitch that knows what she needs," he laughed.
Taking a seat on the sofa between Tariq’s two athletic friends, Kate found herself turned on at the sight of her ********'s lewdness. Julie had been sharing her college experiences with her mother via text and video chat since she'd been away at school; but to witness Julie's sexual wantoness first-hand was an unexpected revelation for the older woman. This was really happening: her ******** was acting as brood mare for the black race, her teenage son was offering himself for disposal to the superiority of that same race. Both her children were proud race traitors, betraying their genetic heritage in the name of black supremacy. Nothing could have please Kate more except, perhaps, the disposal of her own small-dicked wimp of a husband, Dan, and feeling her belly swell with a black child, the way it was always meant to.
Emboldened by her slut ********’s wantoness, Kate reached for the bulge in Jarrod’s crotch even as Andre lifted her top, revealing her bare breasts, the pink nipples erect in arousal. Jarrod was tall and handsome, the color of milk chocolate, with closely shaved hair and dark, almost black eyes. Andre was smaller, darker, with twisted curls teased into a short afro. Both boys wore gym shorts and sleeveless basketball tees. Tyler, his lips obediently caressing D’Shawn’s Adidas kicks, caught sight of his mother’s exposed tits and gasped. D’Shawn roughly sideswiped the blonde boy’s face with his sneaker. “Eyes down, white boy,” he instructed. “You don’t look at our bitches without our permission.” Tyler resumed his ministrations of D’Shawn’s sneakers. It was not the first time he’d had to perform such service: this kind of abuse had grown common in the school locker room since Tariq and so many other young niggers had transferred in. Despite himself, Tyler could not help but sneak sidelong glances at his mother as she groped at Jarrod’s crotch and turned her face to lock lips with Andre.
“Never had nigger dick before, huh, bitch?” Jarrod said to the adult woman massaging his bloated dick through his gym shorts. “Mmm, no,” she admitted, as she moved her mouth from Andre to Jarrod, grasping at Andre’s crotch with her free hand. She marveled at the size and hardness of both boys’ cocks as she gripped their crotches in each hand. Andre took an exposed nipple in his mouth, and teased it with his teeth and tongue, at the same time working a hand up her skirt to grasp her pussy mound. Kate groaned into Jarrod’s mouth, welcoming his long tongue deep into own mouth. She began almost desperately pulling at the boys’ zippers, eager to free their large, young cocks.
Jarrod helped Kate work his swollen nigger prick out of his shorts. Worked free of his fly, she realized, it had to be ten inches long, and so thick that her hand could not fully wrap around it. Although Jarrod had skin like lightly creamed coffee, his cock was several shades darker, with thick veins crisscrossing the shaft. She moved her mouth from Jarrod’s lips, lowering herself to his engorged dick, engulfing the head between her red lips. She rarely sucked her husband Dan’s small, whiteboy prick. It would have been like sucking a pinky finger. But Jarrod’s meat was that of a man, a proud, fierce African warrior. Sucking something that big, that beautiful was a privilege. Even as out of practice as she was, she hungrily gulped about half of its entire length to the back of her throat.
Andre, meanwhile, had slid off the sofa, slipped Kate’s pink panties down her legs, and eagerly buried his face under her raised leather skirt, massaging her engorged clit with a shockingly expert tongue for a teenage boy. Kate spread her legs, allowing the black boy greater access to her eager snatch, while she bobbed her head deeper on Jarrod’s enormous cock, taking more and more of it with each effort.
“You go for it, Mom,” Julie cheered her slut mother on, thrilled to see Kate enjoying herself with the black teens. Tariq’s cock jutted proudly from his jeans, which, if anything, was even longer than Jarrod’s. Julie slipped out of her own skirt and, straddling Tariq’s lap, lowered her pregnant body onto his erection. Tariq groaned with satisfaction as he felt Julie’s moistness, realizing with the ease the girl accommodated him that she had not exaggerated her experience with black dick. “That’s right, Baby Momma,” he intoned, “ride that big nigga dick! Tell yo’ black baby to make room for me in your guts!” Tariq’s was the first black dick Julie had fucked since she returned home for spring vacation; she realized how desperate she’d been to be fucked. Although still in high school, it quickly became apparent that Tariq was nothing like the lame white boys Julie had fucked when she was still in high school. He seemed every bit as experienced as the college boys and black men she’d been fucking over the past several months.
“Oh, damn,” she cried, tightening her pussy muscles to meet Tariq’s thrusts. “You might be the same age as my turd brother, but you know how to fuck!”
“Been fuckin’ white pussy since I was in elementary school, Twat,” he said proudly. “Knocked up more white bitches than I can count, including some of the teachers at the high school.”
“No shit?” Julie laughed. “Which ones?”
“Y’know that uptight bitch, Ms. Probst, the English lit teacher? She’s carryin’ my kid.”
“Prissy Probst? She’s preggers with a black baby? Oh, fuck, that is so awesome!”
Tyler couldn’t believe his ears. Ms. Probst was one of his favorite teachers, even though she was no longer permitted by the school board to teach Shakespeare or Twain, but only black writers. His tongue scrapping the bottom of D’Shawn’s kicks, Tyler stole a glance at Tariq’s beer bottle thick cock as it pummeled his sister, and imagined it violating Ms. Probst’s tight cunt. Tyler was not the least bit gay, but seeing Tariq’s black cock made him feel funny inside, like he wanted to touch it, stroke it, maybe even…
He heard a zipper being lowered, and looked up to see D’Shawn freeing his own black python from his jeans. D’Shawn, the most powerfully built of the four young niggers, kicked the white boy away as he stood up and strode over to Tariq and Julie where they coupled in the leather recliner. He grasped his thick-veined, foreskinned cock in one hand, and took hold of Julie’s blonde hair with the other, turning her face toward his dick. “Your mouth is free, Hole,” he instructed her. “Put it to use!” Julie eagerly gobbled D’Shawn’s massive cock down her throat, deep throating it with an ease that showed her experience with oversized nigger cocks. She gagged over D’Shawn’s lengthy prong while bucking relentlessly on Tariq’s fuck wand.
Tyler, meanwhile, sat in the middle of the living room where he’d been discarded, watching the women in his life give themselves willingly to the contemptuous black teens that had made his own life so unbearable in recent months. Neither Julie nor Kate paid him the least bit of attention as they sated their lust for black cock. The blonde boy massaged his small white penis through his underwear, knowing that even fully turgid, it was not even half as large as Tariq’s magnificent cock. It was no wonder that all the girls at school, his teachers, his sister, even his mother, desired these young black men so much: they were like gods compared to Tyler and his white friends.
Andre, still feasting on Kate’s enflamed pussy, tossed her pink lace panties to her son. “Lose the tighty whities, faggot, and slip into these,” he ordered the white boy. Just a few months ago, those would have been fighting words for Tyler. Now, with everything in his life—school, sports, entertainment, and, finally, his own ******—teaching him that black boys were his superiors, there was no fight left in him. He slipped out of his Calvins, and pulled on his mother’s frilly undergarment, his small, cut cock pressing against the lace crotch. Kate, her mouth full of Jarrod’s thick nigger dick, thrilled to the sight of her son’s humiliation. It gave her an evil thrill to watch him emasculated by the virile, arrogant, young blacks.
With Julie perched to the root on his thick shaft—her mouth simultaneously stuffed with D’Shawn’s fat sausage—Tariq motioned to Tyler. “Get over here, white boy,” he said, “and get all faggy on my black balls while I fuck your knocked up whore of a sister!” Tyler felt the last iota of resistance fade from him as he crawled across the floor and buried his face in Tariq’s bloated nut sack, licking at the plum-sized testicles of the cocky nigger. They were moist with sweat, and had a deep, musky odor. “That’s right, faggot,” Tariq laughed, “worship those nuts!” Julie briefly took her mouth off D’Shawn’s cock to look down at her brother as he lapped at Tariq’s black balls, mere inches form her distended pussy. “What a fag!” she teased. “I fuckin’ knew it!”
With Jarrod roughly face fucking her, Kate only caught glimpses of her son nursing on Tariq’s balls. Jarrod had succeeded in pushing past any resistance, and was now happily sinking nearly all twelve inches of his cock past Kate’s esophagus. Andre’s oral ministrations to her pussy distracted Kate enough that it made deep throating the massive cock a tiny bit easier. The few times she had bothered to give Dan a blow job it had been nothing like this. “Ah, white Momma knows how to treat nigga dick,” Jarrod complimented her. “You were made for this, Hole. You is a fuckin’ natural. Yo, Nigga,” he said to Andre, “get up here and stuff Momma’s mouth full. It’s time to fill her snatch full of my black anaconda.” Andre followed his friend’s lead and stood, kicking off his gym shorts and revealing his own near thick, ten inch erection, the color of dark chocolate, with a fat mushroom head poking through a thick, almost purple foreskin.
Kate dropped to all fours so the handsome black youths could better spit-roast her holes, her throat and her wildly dripping pussy, both hungry for black cock. As Jarrod probed at the folds of Kate’s pussy lips, he taunted her, “Say it, slut, tell me what this pussy needs!”
Looking over her shoulder as the athletic teen mounted her, Kate eagerly answered, “Cock, I need black cock! I need black cock in my race traitor pussy! I want to help wipe out the white race, I want to breed us into extinction!” With that, Jarrod shoved the full length of his foot long cock into Kate’s cunt, plunging deeper in an instant than anyone had ever been before. The wanton mother opened her mouth to scream, but before she could make a sound, Andre forced his way down her throat with his own black cock. From her perch on Tariq’s pistoning sausage, Julie smiled evily as she watched her corrupted mother filled with nearly two feet of virile, black cock. Converting her mother, sexually deprived after years with her inadequate father, proved all too easy.
As Julie sank to the root of Tariq’s raging hard-on, she could swear she felt the baby moving in her womb, sloshing around as if to make room for the invading cock. She groaned with satisfaction as she slurped on the massive girth of D’Shawn’s black manhood. Although these high school boys were younger than most of the black men Julie had fucked since being away at college, they were no less experienced, no less confident and assured of their sexual prowess. This, she thought, is why the future is black, these are real men. Julie became aware of Tyler’s tongue massaging her clitoris; her brother was enthusiastically licking around the point where her cunt and Tariq’s shaft joined, lapping at her pussy juices and Tariq’s precum. White men really are all sissy wimps, she marveled, eager to please their black superiors. Maybe disposing of Tyler too soon would be a mistake, she thought. Unlike some white boys, he had clearly grown accustomed to his place in the new world order and might actually be of some service.
On his hands and knees, Tyler slurped at the copious juices produced by the enormous black cock pummeling his sister’s pink pussy. His little white prick strained against his mother’s tight lace panties that D’Shawn had made him wear. Since losing his place on the school baseball team to these very same black boys now defiling his mother and sister, Tyler had felt lost; now, however, with his lips pressed to Tariq’s sperm bloated balls, he seemed to have found a new purpose. If blacks were his superiors, as nearly everything in his life seemed to confirm, serving them like this, pleasing them, provided him with a sense of fulfillment. His mother, his sister, his girlfriends, his teachers: everyone seemed convinced that blacks were superior to whites, that it was only through lies and deceit and treachery that they had been denied their rightful place for so long. If Tyler could make up for the sins of white people in some small way by offering himself up for disposal, it seemed right that he do so. He tongued his sister’s swollen clitoris, as he whispered the words he had been secretly thinking in recent weeks.
“What was that, faggot?” D’Shawn asked him. “You say somethin’?”
“Fuck the white race,” Tyler said louder. “Fuck the white race!” he shouted, almost euphorically. Julie and Kate smiled at Tyler’s exclamation, before joining in themselves. “Fuck the white race,” all three yelled, chanting to the amusement of the four black teenagers. “Fuck the white race!” Tariq and his friends guffawed wildly, fist bumping and high fiving one another as they abused the white ******.
Jarrod slid his wrist-thick monster from Kate’s pussy, causing her to groan in disappointment. “Don’t worry, whore,” he assured her, “I aint’ done with you, yet.” Spreading himself out on the sofa, he instructed Kate, “Climb aboard, Momma, fuck yourself on my big nigga dick!” Kate plopped Andre’s dick out of her mouth and rose to straddle Jarrod, lowering her pussy onto his thick, black shaft. “Yo, Dawg,” he said to Andre. “I got her snatch. That cornhole is all yours.”
Kate shook her head, panicked. “No, no, please, I never, never…!”
Jarrod smacked her across the face. “You never say no to a black man, Twat! Got that! But I’ll tell you what, to make it easier on you, we’ll have your sissy son lube Andre’s cunt buster some. Hear that, faggot? Get over here and get that dick wet for Momma’s butthole!” Tyler pulled himself away from Tariq’s balls, crawling across the floor to where Andre stood, his stiff, black cock jutting obscenely from his groin. Tyler lowered his mouth over the foreskin covered head, slobbering on the pulsing shaft that his mother had so recently been sucking. “Make it nice it wet, fagboy,” Andre advised him. “The wetter it is, the less it gonna hurt yo’ slut of a mother.” Andre’s dark black cock was hot and throbbing in Tyler’s mouth; he couldn’t believe how turned on it made him to prepare this enormous cock to violate his mother’s asshole. “Good enough,” Andre decided, shoving Tyler off his dick. “Now, do the same for Momma’s butthole,” he instructed. When Tyler hesitated, Andre grabbed him by the hair and shoved his face in Kate’s ass. The white boy lapped at his mother’s puckered anus with his tongue, just inches away from where Jarrod’s cock was pounding her pussy, and wet it with his drool.
When it was done to Andre’s satisfaction, the black teenager pushed the blonde boy out of the way, and lined the mushroom head of his cock up with Kate’s asshole. Kate screamed in mixed pain and elation as a second black cock invaded her guts, the two of them dueling for dominance inside of her. “Make good use of that tongue, faggot,” Andre instructed Tyler. “Rim my black ass!” Tyler raised his head to the rounded spheres of Andre’s shapely butt. Parting the dark brown cheeks with his hands, the white boy buried his face in the crack of his classmate’s ass, running his tongue along the puckered hole. It unexpectedly excited him to do something so low and demeaning.
"Gonna nut in yo' pussy, bitch," Tariq meanwhile warned Julie. With a few deep thrusts, the young black alpha shot bolt after bolt of his thick African batter directly into the blonde race traitor's womb. "Wish you weren't already knocked up, 'Ho," he told her, "so I could pump you full of my own babies!" Cumming on Tariq's thick cock, Julie pulled her mouth off D'Shawn's meat, and assured him, "This white cunt is going to be shittin' out lots of black babies, stud! Next round is yours!"
As Tariq finished his nut, D'Shawn plucked the nubile young slut off his buddy's cock, lifted her in the air, and skewered her on his own black meat. Julie wrapped her legs around D'Shawn's well-muscled back, her arms gripping his thick neck. "Oh! More, more, more black cock!" she cried, as D'Shawn began bouncing her up and down on his beer can thick shaft. “God damn!” he shouted. “I love ruinin’ white pussy for those little white dicks!”
Tariq called out to Tyler. "Yo, faggot, get yo' pretty white lips over here and clean these nasty juices off my dick!" With reluctance, Tyler withdrew his mouth from Andre's delicious, musky, black ass, and crawled across the living room floor to take his place between Tariq's legs once more. He found himself almost intoxicated by the sexual dominance and contemptuous arrogance of his former teammates. His acceptance of their obvious superiority was proving unexpectedly exhilarating to the teen, to say nothing of the thrill of witnessing both his sister and his mother sexually used by the aggressive niggers. He licked at the oozing thick semen that had pooled at the base of Tariq’s drooping dick, running his tongue over the black boy’s fat nut sack, slurping at the heavily veined cock shaft. Having never even tasted his own watery whiteboy cum before, Tyler found himself aroused by the flavorful spunk he eagerly lapped off Tariq’s manhood. Finally, he sucked Tariq’s cock into his mouth to clean the black foreskin and bloated cockhead of any remaining fuck sauce. He swore that he could taste his sister’s pussy drippings mixed into the gruel he sucked off the big, black, teen cock.
Without hesitation and needing no instruction, Tyler raised his head and began lapping at D’Shawn’s egg-sized testicles, as the robust nigger bounced Julie up and down on his obscenely swollen dick. Maybe these black boys had been right all along, Tyler considered, maybe he was just a degenerate white faggot after all. With an aggressive shout, D’Shawn began nutting in Julie’s well-fucked snatch. Tyler buried his sperm-hungry mouth at the point where the black dick and the pink pussy met in anticipation of sucking the overflow. He was not disappointed, as copious amounts of thick coon cum poured out of his sister’s cunt into his hungry mouth. “That’s right, whiteboy,” Tariq encouraged him, “fag out on my homeboy’s nut!”
Kate was dimly aware that her son was debasing himself mere feet from where her own holes were being brutally, relentlessly reamed out. Her lips were locked with Jarrod’s in a frantic, sloppy kiss, as she tried to steal a look at Tyler. She thrilled that her son, like her ********, had sexually submitted to the overwhelming superiority of these black boys. Her only regret was that it had taken her so long to see the truth, that there was no future for her own race, and that, by embracing the New Order, she and her children could help ensure the eventual and well-deserved genetic obliteration of white DNA. With a roar, Jarrod emptied his virile load into Kate’s pussy, having sounded depths that her pathetic white husband had never once achieved. Andre’s own cum followed immediately after, as the black teen flooded Kate’s bowels with his equally huge load. Tyler, of course, was made to clean both Jarrod and Andre’s semi-flaccid cocks, as well his mother’s sperm-filled cunt and asshole. “Don’t be suckin’ none of that seed out of yo’ Mom’s pussy, whiteboy,” Jarrod warned him. “Wanna leave enough in there to guarantee you a lil black brother or sister in nine months.” It enthralled Kate to look down and find her own wimp son greedily slurping the excess cum from around her swollen, brutalized clitoris. He looked up at her and smiled, his face liberally spackled with sperm.
Young, virile, and black, a single nut each would, naturally, prove insufficient for these boys. The debauchery continued all afternoon and well into evening, with each boy depositing several loads into each of Kate and Julie’s well-fucked holes. D’Shawn and Andre even rewarded Tyler with a couple of loads of nut deposited directly down his throat, allowing him to perfect his cocksucking skills. As erotic a thrill as it gave Kate to watch her ******** nurse on a large black cock, it proved many times more arousing to witness her once proud son enthusiastically devour near foot long cocks, gobbling at the thick gobs of semen they spewed.
Eventually the party wound down, and the boys left, Tariq promising to be back to ensure that Kate was properly knocked up with her first of many black children. “Maybe next time,” Tariq laughed, “I’ll bring my ***. He loves knockin’ up white bitches. No tellin’ how many lil half-breed brothers and sisters I got runnin’ around.” Both Kate an Julie thrilled to the idea of bring double-fucked by father and son cocks.
Julie retired to her bedroom, knowing that as her pregnancy continued, she would have to curtail such aggressive sexual activity for the safety of her black baby, and wondering how she could possibly endure any length of time without black cock. Tyler, who had barely touched his own dick the entire day, knowing how small and pathetic his little, pink worm appeared next to the black monsters of this classmates, beat his little boy prick silly in the privacy of his room, shooting load after load of thin, genetically inferior semen, as he dwelled on the thrill it gave him to suck nigger cock and swallow nigger cum. “I’m a pathetic white faggot,” he chanted to himself over and over as he pounded his tiny wiener, “a pathetic, useless white faggot.” With his disposal pending, Tyler knew that any one of these loads of weak, watery whiteboy cum may well be his last.
Kate, meanwhile, luxuriated in her bed, relishing the feeling of being fully sexually satisfied for, what seemed to her, the first time in her life. She gently rubbed her sore clit, moving her fingers in a clockwise circle over the hood. She pictured each of the teen niggers who had fucked her this afternoon, their taut bodies and pendulous cocks, their swagger and sexual acumen. She knew now with certainty that black men, even these high school boys, were indeed superior to the white men she had known, especially her timid, gentle, well-mannered husband Dan. She knew that this first experience with black sex would not be her last. She wanted to be fucked, ravaged, even ***** by Tariq and his friends again and again, by other black teens, by black men, by black strangers. She wanted to carry and birth black children, as many as possible, in order to contribute to a black future and further the demise of the white race. She came again and again as she played with her bruised and tender cunt. Late in the evening, having fallen asleep frigging her pussy, she awoke, aware of someone in the room with her. She saw the silhouette of her husband, Dan, standing framed in the bedroom doorway.
“Oh, so you came back,” she noted, a touch of disappointment in her voice.
His head hanging dejectedly, Dan held out a sheaf of papers. He coughed, awkwardly. “I, uh, I did it, Kate. Honey. I signed the consent form for, for Tyler’s d-d-disposal. I made an appointment for…for this weekend.”
“Oh, Dan,” Kate sighed, “I knew you’d come around. Come here.” She patted the side of the bed. “We have a lot to talk about.”
To be continued...
Middle-class and white, Dan lived with his ****** in a sedate suburban neighborhood, thinking little of the radical changes going on in the country around him, specifically the proliferation of black rights organizations, groups that were not interested in furthering the cause of equal rights, but advocated openly and proudly for black racial supremacy and the subjugation and eventual eradication of the white race. His ********, Julie, was indoctrinated to this philosophy during her freshman year at college. Julie returned home carrying the child of an unidentified black man in her white womb, and with two aims toward completing her freshman year project: converting her mother to the ideology of black superiority and persuading her father or brother to agree to voluntary disposal, a swiftly growing trend among white boys who had come to accept their cultural, physical, sexual, and genetic inferiority to black men. Dan's son, Tyler, it turned out was well on the road to embracing his own elimination. Aghast at these revelations, Dan fled the house, leaving his ****** to take the next step on their own.
"So, Mom," Julie teased, "with your loser husband out of the house, are you finally ready to be fully converted?"
Kate laughed a bit self-consciously. "Well, what did you have in mind, Julie?"
Julie thought for a moment, then turned to her brother, sitting nearby, still shaken by his admission to his ****** that he was willing to be disposed of, that he actually desired it. "Hey, wimp," she said, "give me your phone." Tyler handed his phone over to his sister. "What's the name of the new captain of your baseball team, the real man who replaced your sorry ass?"
"Uhm, Tariq. He's in there under my contacts."
Julie found Tariq's listing and tapped out a quick text. She got an almost immediate reply, and tapped out an answer. "Okay, Mom, let's head upstairs and get you ready!" Julie tossed Tyler's phone back to the once proud jock.
As Julie and Kate went upstairs, Tyler checked his texts. Julie's first message to Tariq read, "You in the mood for some white pussy?"
Tariq's response was, "Who this? This you, faggot?"
Julie replied, "This is the fag's black cock loving sister. I need some help converting Mom. Bring friends!"
Tariq responded with a series of emojis that made his interest plain, including four eggplants. He was on his way.
Tyler gulped. The black teen who had already replaced him on his high school baseball team was now going to help introduce Tyler's own mother to the pleasures of sex with black men. More than ever, Tyler was convinced that he, like all white men, had become obsolete.
In Julie's bedroom, Kate tried on a very short black leather skirt that belonged to her ********, pleased to see that it fit her very nearly as well as it did eighteen year old Julie. She picked out a red top that showed her midriff and accentuated her bosom. "That looks hot, Mom," Julie assured her. "Not that you'll be wearing anything for very long once the boys arrive. Here let me help you with your make-up." As Julie applied a moist, red lipstick to her mother's mouth that accentuated the fullness of her lips, she explained, "Now, you have to remember, Mom, black men are completely different than most white boys. They don't appreciate games or bullshit, they like getting right down to business, and they usually enjoy things a bit...rough, a bit nasty. They save the romance shit for their black girlfriends and wives. We are just white whores to them. We are holes to dump their jizz, and knock up with their babies...if we're lucky." Julie ran a hand over her own bloated belly.
Kate admired her ********'s figure, ripe with child. "You really have no idea who the father is?" There was more admiration in Kate's voice than concern.
Julie laughed. "I was passed around by so many of the black fraternities on campus that it could be any of dozens of men. It doesn't matter. It's an honor to carry a black king in my filthy white womb. Anyway, government programs help take care of white women who breed black babies, so I’ll be okay. And so will you if we get you knocked up the right way.” Just then they heard the front door bell ring. “Don’t worry,” Julie said, “Tyler will get it. Let’s finish getting ready.”
Downstairs, Tyler nervously answered the front door. On the stoop stood Tariq and three other young black men, all of whom Tyler recognized from school. “So, faggot,” sneered Tariq, pushing his way into the living room. “I hear you giving away some free white snatch. Where it at?”
“My sister and m-m-my M-Mom are upstairs. They…I think they’ll be down soon,” Tyler stuttered.
“Sounds good,” Tariq said, flopping down in Dan’s recliner. “While we wait, get us some beers. I assume you got beer in the house, right?” Tariq wore low hanging jeans and white Jordans. He was shirtless, his smooth, taut body covered in Afrocentric tattoos: the head of a golden-maned lion inked on his chest, an outline of Africa on his back, the red, black, and green of a Pan-African flag on his right bicep, quotes from Tupac Shakur, Nas, Kendrick Lamar, and other rappers decorating his arms and well-muscled torso. His hair was done up in layered cornrows, and he wore several gold chains of varying thickness around his neck, an expensive gold watch on his wrist.
Tyler raised his head shyly, barely able to make eye contact with the supremely confident, young black athlete. “Y-yes, we should have beer. I’ll get some.”
One of the other boys, D’Shawn, with the body of an offensive lineman and arms of knotted muscle, backhanded Tyler in the face. “We tole you before, faggot? How do you address a black man?”
Tyler’s lower lip trembled. “I..I’ll get some…SIR,” he replied. The boys all laughed approvingly at Tyler’s submission, D’Shawn giving him a violent shove toward the kitchen.
Several minutes later, Kate and Julie descended the stairs to discover the four black youths sprawled across the living room furniture, drinking beer, a hip-hop station blasting from the stereo. They noticed Tyler on his hands and knees, stripped to his underwear, crawling around the floor kissing and licking the young men’s sneakers, their Nikes and Adidas and Vans, while the young niggers cracked up at his submission. Every once in a while, one of the black teens would kick Tyler in the ass. Kate felt herself grow unexpectedly aroused at the sight of her son’s abuse. Tariq caught sight of the two hot women, the younger of them clearly several months pregnant, on the stairs, and whistled. “Whoa, faggot,” he observed to Tyler, “your sis and moms are fuckin’ hot white bitches! They’s almost as pretty as you.”
Julie walked over to the recliner occupied by Tariq and perched on the armrest, flaunting her breasts, grown heavy in pregnancy. “Baby on board, huh,” Tariq said, placing a hand alongside Julie’s swollen belly. “I hope you carryin’ a lil baby nigga in that white oven o’ yours, snowbunny.”
“If I weren’t,” she said with a sidelong glance at her kneeling brother, “I would have already flushed it down the drain.” This elicited hoots of approval from the black teens. Kate was astounded by her race traitor ********’s confidence and composure in the company of these loud, lewd boys. “And what about you, Momma,” Tariq asked Kate, as she stood somewhat shyly at the foot of the stairs, “you happy to be a grandma to a little half-breed nigga?”
Kate moved closer to the sofa, occupied by Tariq’s friends, Jarrod and Andre, conscious of their eyes on the sway of her hips in the leather skirt. “I couldn’t be prouder of Julie for ending our ******’s white lineage and ensuring that the future is black. I hope she has lots of black babies,” Kate said, realizing that she meant it and how hot it made her to say it out loud.
“And are you interested in replacing this shitstain of a mistake,” Tariq asked Kate, kicking at Tyler and connecting with the white boy’s ribs, “with a superior black son of your own?” Kate thrilled at hearing Tariq’s words. “Yes, oh, yes,” she said, “Julie has convinced me what a privilege it would be to bring black sons and ********* into this world, to correct the crimes of the past!”
Grinning at her mom’s response, Julie pressed her mouth to Tariq's, her pink lips enveloped by his thick African lips as he inserted his probing tongue into her welcoming mouth. She slid from the armrest to his lap, as he took her heavy breasts in his strong hands and kneaded them. Simultaneously, the blonde college student groped for Tariq's crotch, grasping the swelling, teenage cock in his jeans. "Who was the lucky brotha who ***** a baby inta your race traitor womb, snowbunny?" he asked.
Julie giggled naughtily. "I don't know," she explained. "Over the past two semesters at school, I have been passed around by so many of black frat brothers and basketball and football players and even some of my professors that the baby daddy could be almost anybody. Well, anybody black that is. No white boy has gotten near this body since I was in high school. And no white boy ever will again."
Tariq slapped Julie's crotch. "I like a white bitch that knows what she needs," he laughed.
Taking a seat on the sofa between Tariq’s two athletic friends, Kate found herself turned on at the sight of her ********'s lewdness. Julie had been sharing her college experiences with her mother via text and video chat since she'd been away at school; but to witness Julie's sexual wantoness first-hand was an unexpected revelation for the older woman. This was really happening: her ******** was acting as brood mare for the black race, her teenage son was offering himself for disposal to the superiority of that same race. Both her children were proud race traitors, betraying their genetic heritage in the name of black supremacy. Nothing could have please Kate more except, perhaps, the disposal of her own small-dicked wimp of a husband, Dan, and feeling her belly swell with a black child, the way it was always meant to.
Emboldened by her slut ********’s wantoness, Kate reached for the bulge in Jarrod’s crotch even as Andre lifted her top, revealing her bare breasts, the pink nipples erect in arousal. Jarrod was tall and handsome, the color of milk chocolate, with closely shaved hair and dark, almost black eyes. Andre was smaller, darker, with twisted curls teased into a short afro. Both boys wore gym shorts and sleeveless basketball tees. Tyler, his lips obediently caressing D’Shawn’s Adidas kicks, caught sight of his mother’s exposed tits and gasped. D’Shawn roughly sideswiped the blonde boy’s face with his sneaker. “Eyes down, white boy,” he instructed. “You don’t look at our bitches without our permission.” Tyler resumed his ministrations of D’Shawn’s sneakers. It was not the first time he’d had to perform such service: this kind of abuse had grown common in the school locker room since Tariq and so many other young niggers had transferred in. Despite himself, Tyler could not help but sneak sidelong glances at his mother as she groped at Jarrod’s crotch and turned her face to lock lips with Andre.
“Never had nigger dick before, huh, bitch?” Jarrod said to the adult woman massaging his bloated dick through his gym shorts. “Mmm, no,” she admitted, as she moved her mouth from Andre to Jarrod, grasping at Andre’s crotch with her free hand. She marveled at the size and hardness of both boys’ cocks as she gripped their crotches in each hand. Andre took an exposed nipple in his mouth, and teased it with his teeth and tongue, at the same time working a hand up her skirt to grasp her pussy mound. Kate groaned into Jarrod’s mouth, welcoming his long tongue deep into own mouth. She began almost desperately pulling at the boys’ zippers, eager to free their large, young cocks.
Jarrod helped Kate work his swollen nigger prick out of his shorts. Worked free of his fly, she realized, it had to be ten inches long, and so thick that her hand could not fully wrap around it. Although Jarrod had skin like lightly creamed coffee, his cock was several shades darker, with thick veins crisscrossing the shaft. She moved her mouth from Jarrod’s lips, lowering herself to his engorged dick, engulfing the head between her red lips. She rarely sucked her husband Dan’s small, whiteboy prick. It would have been like sucking a pinky finger. But Jarrod’s meat was that of a man, a proud, fierce African warrior. Sucking something that big, that beautiful was a privilege. Even as out of practice as she was, she hungrily gulped about half of its entire length to the back of her throat.
Andre, meanwhile, had slid off the sofa, slipped Kate’s pink panties down her legs, and eagerly buried his face under her raised leather skirt, massaging her engorged clit with a shockingly expert tongue for a teenage boy. Kate spread her legs, allowing the black boy greater access to her eager snatch, while she bobbed her head deeper on Jarrod’s enormous cock, taking more and more of it with each effort.
“You go for it, Mom,” Julie cheered her slut mother on, thrilled to see Kate enjoying herself with the black teens. Tariq’s cock jutted proudly from his jeans, which, if anything, was even longer than Jarrod’s. Julie slipped out of her own skirt and, straddling Tariq’s lap, lowered her pregnant body onto his erection. Tariq groaned with satisfaction as he felt Julie’s moistness, realizing with the ease the girl accommodated him that she had not exaggerated her experience with black dick. “That’s right, Baby Momma,” he intoned, “ride that big nigga dick! Tell yo’ black baby to make room for me in your guts!” Tariq’s was the first black dick Julie had fucked since she returned home for spring vacation; she realized how desperate she’d been to be fucked. Although still in high school, it quickly became apparent that Tariq was nothing like the lame white boys Julie had fucked when she was still in high school. He seemed every bit as experienced as the college boys and black men she’d been fucking over the past several months.
“Oh, damn,” she cried, tightening her pussy muscles to meet Tariq’s thrusts. “You might be the same age as my turd brother, but you know how to fuck!”
“Been fuckin’ white pussy since I was in elementary school, Twat,” he said proudly. “Knocked up more white bitches than I can count, including some of the teachers at the high school.”
“No shit?” Julie laughed. “Which ones?”
“Y’know that uptight bitch, Ms. Probst, the English lit teacher? She’s carryin’ my kid.”
“Prissy Probst? She’s preggers with a black baby? Oh, fuck, that is so awesome!”
Tyler couldn’t believe his ears. Ms. Probst was one of his favorite teachers, even though she was no longer permitted by the school board to teach Shakespeare or Twain, but only black writers. His tongue scrapping the bottom of D’Shawn’s kicks, Tyler stole a glance at Tariq’s beer bottle thick cock as it pummeled his sister, and imagined it violating Ms. Probst’s tight cunt. Tyler was not the least bit gay, but seeing Tariq’s black cock made him feel funny inside, like he wanted to touch it, stroke it, maybe even…
He heard a zipper being lowered, and looked up to see D’Shawn freeing his own black python from his jeans. D’Shawn, the most powerfully built of the four young niggers, kicked the white boy away as he stood up and strode over to Tariq and Julie where they coupled in the leather recliner. He grasped his thick-veined, foreskinned cock in one hand, and took hold of Julie’s blonde hair with the other, turning her face toward his dick. “Your mouth is free, Hole,” he instructed her. “Put it to use!” Julie eagerly gobbled D’Shawn’s massive cock down her throat, deep throating it with an ease that showed her experience with oversized nigger cocks. She gagged over D’Shawn’s lengthy prong while bucking relentlessly on Tariq’s fuck wand.
Tyler, meanwhile, sat in the middle of the living room where he’d been discarded, watching the women in his life give themselves willingly to the contemptuous black teens that had made his own life so unbearable in recent months. Neither Julie nor Kate paid him the least bit of attention as they sated their lust for black cock. The blonde boy massaged his small white penis through his underwear, knowing that even fully turgid, it was not even half as large as Tariq’s magnificent cock. It was no wonder that all the girls at school, his teachers, his sister, even his mother, desired these young black men so much: they were like gods compared to Tyler and his white friends.
Andre, still feasting on Kate’s enflamed pussy, tossed her pink lace panties to her son. “Lose the tighty whities, faggot, and slip into these,” he ordered the white boy. Just a few months ago, those would have been fighting words for Tyler. Now, with everything in his life—school, sports, entertainment, and, finally, his own ******—teaching him that black boys were his superiors, there was no fight left in him. He slipped out of his Calvins, and pulled on his mother’s frilly undergarment, his small, cut cock pressing against the lace crotch. Kate, her mouth full of Jarrod’s thick nigger dick, thrilled to the sight of her son’s humiliation. It gave her an evil thrill to watch him emasculated by the virile, arrogant, young blacks.
With Julie perched to the root on his thick shaft—her mouth simultaneously stuffed with D’Shawn’s fat sausage—Tariq motioned to Tyler. “Get over here, white boy,” he said, “and get all faggy on my black balls while I fuck your knocked up whore of a sister!” Tyler felt the last iota of resistance fade from him as he crawled across the floor and buried his face in Tariq’s bloated nut sack, licking at the plum-sized testicles of the cocky nigger. They were moist with sweat, and had a deep, musky odor. “That’s right, faggot,” Tariq laughed, “worship those nuts!” Julie briefly took her mouth off D’Shawn’s cock to look down at her brother as he lapped at Tariq’s black balls, mere inches form her distended pussy. “What a fag!” she teased. “I fuckin’ knew it!”
With Jarrod roughly face fucking her, Kate only caught glimpses of her son nursing on Tariq’s balls. Jarrod had succeeded in pushing past any resistance, and was now happily sinking nearly all twelve inches of his cock past Kate’s esophagus. Andre’s oral ministrations to her pussy distracted Kate enough that it made deep throating the massive cock a tiny bit easier. The few times she had bothered to give Dan a blow job it had been nothing like this. “Ah, white Momma knows how to treat nigga dick,” Jarrod complimented her. “You were made for this, Hole. You is a fuckin’ natural. Yo, Nigga,” he said to Andre, “get up here and stuff Momma’s mouth full. It’s time to fill her snatch full of my black anaconda.” Andre followed his friend’s lead and stood, kicking off his gym shorts and revealing his own near thick, ten inch erection, the color of dark chocolate, with a fat mushroom head poking through a thick, almost purple foreskin.
Kate dropped to all fours so the handsome black youths could better spit-roast her holes, her throat and her wildly dripping pussy, both hungry for black cock. As Jarrod probed at the folds of Kate’s pussy lips, he taunted her, “Say it, slut, tell me what this pussy needs!”
Looking over her shoulder as the athletic teen mounted her, Kate eagerly answered, “Cock, I need black cock! I need black cock in my race traitor pussy! I want to help wipe out the white race, I want to breed us into extinction!” With that, Jarrod shoved the full length of his foot long cock into Kate’s cunt, plunging deeper in an instant than anyone had ever been before. The wanton mother opened her mouth to scream, but before she could make a sound, Andre forced his way down her throat with his own black cock. From her perch on Tariq’s pistoning sausage, Julie smiled evily as she watched her corrupted mother filled with nearly two feet of virile, black cock. Converting her mother, sexually deprived after years with her inadequate father, proved all too easy.
As Julie sank to the root of Tariq’s raging hard-on, she could swear she felt the baby moving in her womb, sloshing around as if to make room for the invading cock. She groaned with satisfaction as she slurped on the massive girth of D’Shawn’s black manhood. Although these high school boys were younger than most of the black men Julie had fucked since being away at college, they were no less experienced, no less confident and assured of their sexual prowess. This, she thought, is why the future is black, these are real men. Julie became aware of Tyler’s tongue massaging her clitoris; her brother was enthusiastically licking around the point where her cunt and Tariq’s shaft joined, lapping at her pussy juices and Tariq’s precum. White men really are all sissy wimps, she marveled, eager to please their black superiors. Maybe disposing of Tyler too soon would be a mistake, she thought. Unlike some white boys, he had clearly grown accustomed to his place in the new world order and might actually be of some service.
On his hands and knees, Tyler slurped at the copious juices produced by the enormous black cock pummeling his sister’s pink pussy. His little white prick strained against his mother’s tight lace panties that D’Shawn had made him wear. Since losing his place on the school baseball team to these very same black boys now defiling his mother and sister, Tyler had felt lost; now, however, with his lips pressed to Tariq’s sperm bloated balls, he seemed to have found a new purpose. If blacks were his superiors, as nearly everything in his life seemed to confirm, serving them like this, pleasing them, provided him with a sense of fulfillment. His mother, his sister, his girlfriends, his teachers: everyone seemed convinced that blacks were superior to whites, that it was only through lies and deceit and treachery that they had been denied their rightful place for so long. If Tyler could make up for the sins of white people in some small way by offering himself up for disposal, it seemed right that he do so. He tongued his sister’s swollen clitoris, as he whispered the words he had been secretly thinking in recent weeks.
“What was that, faggot?” D’Shawn asked him. “You say somethin’?”
“Fuck the white race,” Tyler said louder. “Fuck the white race!” he shouted, almost euphorically. Julie and Kate smiled at Tyler’s exclamation, before joining in themselves. “Fuck the white race,” all three yelled, chanting to the amusement of the four black teenagers. “Fuck the white race!” Tariq and his friends guffawed wildly, fist bumping and high fiving one another as they abused the white ******.
Jarrod slid his wrist-thick monster from Kate’s pussy, causing her to groan in disappointment. “Don’t worry, whore,” he assured her, “I aint’ done with you, yet.” Spreading himself out on the sofa, he instructed Kate, “Climb aboard, Momma, fuck yourself on my big nigga dick!” Kate plopped Andre’s dick out of her mouth and rose to straddle Jarrod, lowering her pussy onto his thick, black shaft. “Yo, Dawg,” he said to Andre. “I got her snatch. That cornhole is all yours.”
Kate shook her head, panicked. “No, no, please, I never, never…!”
Jarrod smacked her across the face. “You never say no to a black man, Twat! Got that! But I’ll tell you what, to make it easier on you, we’ll have your sissy son lube Andre’s cunt buster some. Hear that, faggot? Get over here and get that dick wet for Momma’s butthole!” Tyler pulled himself away from Tariq’s balls, crawling across the floor to where Andre stood, his stiff, black cock jutting obscenely from his groin. Tyler lowered his mouth over the foreskin covered head, slobbering on the pulsing shaft that his mother had so recently been sucking. “Make it nice it wet, fagboy,” Andre advised him. “The wetter it is, the less it gonna hurt yo’ slut of a mother.” Andre’s dark black cock was hot and throbbing in Tyler’s mouth; he couldn’t believe how turned on it made him to prepare this enormous cock to violate his mother’s asshole. “Good enough,” Andre decided, shoving Tyler off his dick. “Now, do the same for Momma’s butthole,” he instructed. When Tyler hesitated, Andre grabbed him by the hair and shoved his face in Kate’s ass. The white boy lapped at his mother’s puckered anus with his tongue, just inches away from where Jarrod’s cock was pounding her pussy, and wet it with his drool.
When it was done to Andre’s satisfaction, the black teenager pushed the blonde boy out of the way, and lined the mushroom head of his cock up with Kate’s asshole. Kate screamed in mixed pain and elation as a second black cock invaded her guts, the two of them dueling for dominance inside of her. “Make good use of that tongue, faggot,” Andre instructed Tyler. “Rim my black ass!” Tyler raised his head to the rounded spheres of Andre’s shapely butt. Parting the dark brown cheeks with his hands, the white boy buried his face in the crack of his classmate’s ass, running his tongue along the puckered hole. It unexpectedly excited him to do something so low and demeaning.
"Gonna nut in yo' pussy, bitch," Tariq meanwhile warned Julie. With a few deep thrusts, the young black alpha shot bolt after bolt of his thick African batter directly into the blonde race traitor's womb. "Wish you weren't already knocked up, 'Ho," he told her, "so I could pump you full of my own babies!" Cumming on Tariq's thick cock, Julie pulled her mouth off D'Shawn's meat, and assured him, "This white cunt is going to be shittin' out lots of black babies, stud! Next round is yours!"
As Tariq finished his nut, D'Shawn plucked the nubile young slut off his buddy's cock, lifted her in the air, and skewered her on his own black meat. Julie wrapped her legs around D'Shawn's well-muscled back, her arms gripping his thick neck. "Oh! More, more, more black cock!" she cried, as D'Shawn began bouncing her up and down on his beer can thick shaft. “God damn!” he shouted. “I love ruinin’ white pussy for those little white dicks!”
Tariq called out to Tyler. "Yo, faggot, get yo' pretty white lips over here and clean these nasty juices off my dick!" With reluctance, Tyler withdrew his mouth from Andre's delicious, musky, black ass, and crawled across the living room floor to take his place between Tariq's legs once more. He found himself almost intoxicated by the sexual dominance and contemptuous arrogance of his former teammates. His acceptance of their obvious superiority was proving unexpectedly exhilarating to the teen, to say nothing of the thrill of witnessing both his sister and his mother sexually used by the aggressive niggers. He licked at the oozing thick semen that had pooled at the base of Tariq’s drooping dick, running his tongue over the black boy’s fat nut sack, slurping at the heavily veined cock shaft. Having never even tasted his own watery whiteboy cum before, Tyler found himself aroused by the flavorful spunk he eagerly lapped off Tariq’s manhood. Finally, he sucked Tariq’s cock into his mouth to clean the black foreskin and bloated cockhead of any remaining fuck sauce. He swore that he could taste his sister’s pussy drippings mixed into the gruel he sucked off the big, black, teen cock.
Without hesitation and needing no instruction, Tyler raised his head and began lapping at D’Shawn’s egg-sized testicles, as the robust nigger bounced Julie up and down on his obscenely swollen dick. Maybe these black boys had been right all along, Tyler considered, maybe he was just a degenerate white faggot after all. With an aggressive shout, D’Shawn began nutting in Julie’s well-fucked snatch. Tyler buried his sperm-hungry mouth at the point where the black dick and the pink pussy met in anticipation of sucking the overflow. He was not disappointed, as copious amounts of thick coon cum poured out of his sister’s cunt into his hungry mouth. “That’s right, whiteboy,” Tariq encouraged him, “fag out on my homeboy’s nut!”
Kate was dimly aware that her son was debasing himself mere feet from where her own holes were being brutally, relentlessly reamed out. Her lips were locked with Jarrod’s in a frantic, sloppy kiss, as she tried to steal a look at Tyler. She thrilled that her son, like her ********, had sexually submitted to the overwhelming superiority of these black boys. Her only regret was that it had taken her so long to see the truth, that there was no future for her own race, and that, by embracing the New Order, she and her children could help ensure the eventual and well-deserved genetic obliteration of white DNA. With a roar, Jarrod emptied his virile load into Kate’s pussy, having sounded depths that her pathetic white husband had never once achieved. Andre’s own cum followed immediately after, as the black teen flooded Kate’s bowels with his equally huge load. Tyler, of course, was made to clean both Jarrod and Andre’s semi-flaccid cocks, as well his mother’s sperm-filled cunt and asshole. “Don’t be suckin’ none of that seed out of yo’ Mom’s pussy, whiteboy,” Jarrod warned him. “Wanna leave enough in there to guarantee you a lil black brother or sister in nine months.” It enthralled Kate to look down and find her own wimp son greedily slurping the excess cum from around her swollen, brutalized clitoris. He looked up at her and smiled, his face liberally spackled with sperm.
Young, virile, and black, a single nut each would, naturally, prove insufficient for these boys. The debauchery continued all afternoon and well into evening, with each boy depositing several loads into each of Kate and Julie’s well-fucked holes. D’Shawn and Andre even rewarded Tyler with a couple of loads of nut deposited directly down his throat, allowing him to perfect his cocksucking skills. As erotic a thrill as it gave Kate to watch her ******** nurse on a large black cock, it proved many times more arousing to witness her once proud son enthusiastically devour near foot long cocks, gobbling at the thick gobs of semen they spewed.
Eventually the party wound down, and the boys left, Tariq promising to be back to ensure that Kate was properly knocked up with her first of many black children. “Maybe next time,” Tariq laughed, “I’ll bring my ***. He loves knockin’ up white bitches. No tellin’ how many lil half-breed brothers and sisters I got runnin’ around.” Both Kate an Julie thrilled to the idea of bring double-fucked by father and son cocks.
Julie retired to her bedroom, knowing that as her pregnancy continued, she would have to curtail such aggressive sexual activity for the safety of her black baby, and wondering how she could possibly endure any length of time without black cock. Tyler, who had barely touched his own dick the entire day, knowing how small and pathetic his little, pink worm appeared next to the black monsters of this classmates, beat his little boy prick silly in the privacy of his room, shooting load after load of thin, genetically inferior semen, as he dwelled on the thrill it gave him to suck nigger cock and swallow nigger cum. “I’m a pathetic white faggot,” he chanted to himself over and over as he pounded his tiny wiener, “a pathetic, useless white faggot.” With his disposal pending, Tyler knew that any one of these loads of weak, watery whiteboy cum may well be his last.
Kate, meanwhile, luxuriated in her bed, relishing the feeling of being fully sexually satisfied for, what seemed to her, the first time in her life. She gently rubbed her sore clit, moving her fingers in a clockwise circle over the hood. She pictured each of the teen niggers who had fucked her this afternoon, their taut bodies and pendulous cocks, their swagger and sexual acumen. She knew now with certainty that black men, even these high school boys, were indeed superior to the white men she had known, especially her timid, gentle, well-mannered husband Dan. She knew that this first experience with black sex would not be her last. She wanted to be fucked, ravaged, even ***** by Tariq and his friends again and again, by other black teens, by black men, by black strangers. She wanted to carry and birth black children, as many as possible, in order to contribute to a black future and further the demise of the white race. She came again and again as she played with her bruised and tender cunt. Late in the evening, having fallen asleep frigging her pussy, she awoke, aware of someone in the room with her. She saw the silhouette of her husband, Dan, standing framed in the bedroom doorway.
“Oh, so you came back,” she noted, a touch of disappointment in her voice.
His head hanging dejectedly, Dan held out a sheaf of papers. He coughed, awkwardly. “I, uh, I did it, Kate. Honey. I signed the consent form for, for Tyler’s d-d-disposal. I made an appointment for…for this weekend.”
“Oh, Dan,” Kate sighed, “I knew you’d come around. Come here.” She patted the side of the bed. “We have a lot to talk about.”
To be continued...
