(True Story Origin: Guidance counselors and parent teachers organization in an English high school have tried various means of keeping teenage girls from getting pregnant and found some success with offering sex education in oral sex technique.)
Timmy J. admired the new girl in Roosevelt High from afar for too long, he was thinking. The luscious blonde transferred in at the end of last term, a year younger and one of the few white kids at this inner city magnet school that dared remain by second term. He had seen her driven up in her mothers' jaguar, tried to talk to her during phys ed several times. Tried to coordinate breaks and lunch hours, but the sophomore was on a different schedule and attended classes in a different floor.
Now he had seen her change her dress to the slutty way all girls look but did it mean she had changed? She was the first attractive white girl he thought he even had a chance with in two years and he was cursing his luck that he had blown it. No possibility of school bus, her attractive mom dropped her off and picked her up! Why was she even in the school if they had a jaguar, rich liberals maybe? Heck, he blushed as he realized what he had just said to himself. He could have transferred out himself if he wanted to. All the white girls who stayed past their first semester at Roosevelt were coal burners, heck all the white boys were at least, he sighed, arranging his boner down his shorts in English class, well, were at least.... Aw mannn! What made it worse was Mrs Garber in English, a notorious married black cock slut and assistant guidance counselor who wore the tightest, lowest cut, highest hemline dresses except for the students in the whole school. And now the semester dance was coming up, and he had only been able to relay his interest in asking Tiffany White through a friend. And no answer in a whole day. Of course there were tons of big black studs who were probably also making their pitches. And now all he could think of was Tiffany's big breasts pushing out her sheer sweater and Mrs Garber's bare white thighs and if she was wearing panties as she teased the whole class.
"Okay class, please, please Jerome, could I speak?" Jerome Bacon, all city center grinned as he turned back in his seat.
"Anythin fo you, Ms Garber!"
"Thank you," she smiled warmly. "Now, I'm going to read this announcement concerning the school pregnancy prevention program, and please,(she raised her hands, making her big breasts jiggle and show her deep cleavage) please, none of the usual jokes, let me finish!" The laughter and jokes slowly died down, and Mrs Garber waited it out,sighing, until she spoke again.
"Yes, its about oral sex as an alternative, okay. Can we try to settle down again, please!"
Timmy blushed as he heard some of the comments, especially from the several attractive white girls in the room.
"Okay, is that it for a while? Good! By invitation only, select students will be able to attend a sex education seminar, seventh period!"
"Haw, teacher," Jerome grinned, arranging his python in his lap,"Is this where de gals learn how to suck us off?"
With all the laughter, Mrs Garber just smiled patiently. "While its crudely put, Jerome, the question was whether skills of oral sexual ministrations are taught, and the answer is yes!" Sandra D, redhead with full firm 38DDs popping out her top, snickered.
"I haven't had any complaints yet, Mrs Garber!" With that she licked her full upper lip slowly amidst the classroom glee.
"Haw," grinned Darnell, clutching his huge lump, "ah kin vouch fo dat, teach!"
"I'm sure, Sandra, but believe it or not all skills can be improved on. And because this school is an Afrocentric education model, all the sex education taught must be approved by the OBEAH Society. I'm sure you boys don't mind that too much," she smiled. Jerome nodded, licking his big lips, and high fived with his buddies around him. Timmy's mouth fell open at the news.
"Of course, because OBEAH believes in Black Superiority, we have to make some adjustments to the participants!"
"Haw," Darnell laughed, "dat means yo white wimps ain't gettin yo weenies sucked!"
"As if I'd want to," snickered Sandra!
"Now, kids, settle down. It's true that white boys are not allowed in the program as, well, recipients, but OBEAH strongly encourages all white boys to participate!"
"Yo mean on dere knees, raht, teach! Haw haw, yeah! Ah lahk dat!"
Mrs Garber smiled, looking over at Timmy, who swallowed.
"It's not an insult, Darnell! OBEAH believes its a privilege for all whites to serve the superior Black Male! And I happen to be a proud member of OBEAHas I'm sure you all know!" It was long common knowledge that all white teachers at Roosevelt and the whole inner city school system had to be 'diversity trained' in OBEAH and several other afrocentric philosophies. "In fact," she continued,looking directly at Timmy, "failure to pass the diversity training of OBEAH will result in non graduation!" Timmy groaned at that, he had been conditionally accepted at a college on a partial athletic scholarship.
After class he hung around the room, watching Mrs Garber put her notebooks in a briefcase, and she smiled, realizing he wanted to talk to her. "Do you need something, Mr. J?"
"Um, y-yes ma'am, about this, well, class, I was, well...!"
"You can follow me to my office, Timmy, I have a few moments." He offered to carry her briefcase and she smiled, enjoying his gaze over her lush curves as he came into her small office she shared with the full time guidance counselor. She sat down on a leather chair and crossed her shapely legs, as Timmy sat across from her, trying to not look at her crotch and not to get harder. "Do you have a problem with the OBEAH diversity training, Timmy? I'm frankly surprised because you're a senior!"
"W-well, ma'am, um, I was just, well, wondering if...!"
She smiled, "if I was going to have you participate? I was thinking of it because as you know, there are many more black boys at the school than both white girls and boys!"
"Yes, well, b-but...!"
"And I was under the impression you believed in OBEAH! I received nothing but praise from the basketball coach for your duties as manager!"
"Well, yes, but...!"
"Come now, Timmy, I remember your first term here, like so many small thin white boys, frightened, beaten up daily by the black studs, until you learned your proper place here. I think you've learned it quite well,the football team and wrestling squad seem to be quite satisfied with your service, isn't that what managers do?"
Timmy blushed deeply, the image of giving after practice massages to a giant naked black stud, his huge hardon sticking straight up as he turned over, expecting the total worship all whiteboys must perform to stay healthy at Roosevelt.
"Yes, well, I've, adapted, um, I guess...but!"
"Tyrone Jackson told me just the other day he wanted you for his wife!"
"He did?" he gasped. "Wow, I-I didn't know, ma'am, um, I like Tyrone,b-but...!"
"Not quite that way, hmmm? A pity! I've always thought you would make a lovely sissyboy for a proud Black Man!"
It was an odd compliment, but coming from Mrs Garber he was somehow complimented.
"Thank you, but...!"
"Okay, Timmy, you must realize I don't have much choice. If you stay at Roosevelt you have to take all the diversity training, and this unwed pregnancy rate is simply unacceptable. I can arrange for a transfer to a suburban school if you'd like!"
"Oh," he said, stunned. "You know I have a college acceptance, and...!"
She nodded and smiled. In fact she was instrumental in having him apply to a mostly black college in the midwest on a swimming scholarship. Taking finals at a white suburban high school would crash his grade point average and kiss that goodbye! Timmy was thinking the same thing she was, and noticed pictures on her desk. A white wimpy looking husband, several lovely white young teen girls, her ********* no doubt.
"Well, Timmy, how's this then? Why don't you take this class with the sophomores, you'd fit in because of the way you look!"
That meant he was smallish and smooth skinned, but then he had the realization that Tiffany would be there. The only chance he had to meet her, maybe ask her out!
"Um, sure, that, that would be great! By the way, Mrs Garber, do you know who the teacher is?"
"Why," she smiled, "I am, Timmy!" as she licked her carmine full red lips."But we also have guest teachers, and our first class will be mostly a film,at least in the beginning!" She stood up, and he gazed up at her big swaying breasts, as she smiled.
"I think it will be a success. So many of our black male students are so testosterone driven, Timmy, that many of our girls are knocked up in the parking lot in vans and cars at the end of the school day. The whole staff has tried everything to deal with it, and we're not forgetting the help from you boys managing the teams, but the program has been a great success in other inner cities in reducing the pregnancies!"
"Oh, I-I didn't know that!"
"Oh yes, we hope that a whole period at the end of the day will be devoted to it, won't that be nice?"
Timmy's bulge was obvious, her breasts saying, her tongue moving along her full lips as his mind was flooded with the image of all the black studs with hardons ready to spurt by 8th period every day.
"And actually, it's a good idea for you to come to the Sophomore class,most of the white boys and even a few of the girls are a little shy about serving the Black Man, you remember," she chuckled.
"Y-yes, haha!" A knock on the door and Mrs Garber opened it.
Lattrell Washington loomed in the doorway, grinning, and in his sweatpants Timmy looked and notice his huge black hand stroking a foot long thick lump.
"AWMANNNN, Mrs. Garber, you ain't busy are you?"
"No, Lattrell, it's all right, come in please," she smiled warmly at him.
Timmy was about to get up when he was surprised that Lattrell walked over to Mrs Garber's leather chair and sat down with accustomed ease, spreading his huge muscular legs.
"Do you see what I mean, Timmy?" She smiled with a chuckle. "I have had several white girls watch but I've never had a white boy, but if you'd like...!"
Part of him wanted to, and it was obvious Lattrell didn't care but his class bell was ringing. He thanked them both and said he had a class, and as he opened the door, he saw Mrs Garber kneel between Lattrell's legs.
"Oooh, I'm so pleased you could make it, Lattrell, mmmmm!"
As he closed the door, he heard Lattrell's guttural moan. "YEAHHHHHHAWWWW!"
And as he walked the crowded corridor, he thought of Tiffany's sweet white face, her big breasts, kneeling beside him before a big black drooling cock with bloated teenage balls ready to blast negro love juice into her sweet soft mouth just like Mrs Garber was doing!
Timmy J. admired the new girl in Roosevelt High from afar for too long, he was thinking. The luscious blonde transferred in at the end of last term, a year younger and one of the few white kids at this inner city magnet school that dared remain by second term. He had seen her driven up in her mothers' jaguar, tried to talk to her during phys ed several times. Tried to coordinate breaks and lunch hours, but the sophomore was on a different schedule and attended classes in a different floor.
Now he had seen her change her dress to the slutty way all girls look but did it mean she had changed? She was the first attractive white girl he thought he even had a chance with in two years and he was cursing his luck that he had blown it. No possibility of school bus, her attractive mom dropped her off and picked her up! Why was she even in the school if they had a jaguar, rich liberals maybe? Heck, he blushed as he realized what he had just said to himself. He could have transferred out himself if he wanted to. All the white girls who stayed past their first semester at Roosevelt were coal burners, heck all the white boys were at least, he sighed, arranging his boner down his shorts in English class, well, were at least.... Aw mannn! What made it worse was Mrs Garber in English, a notorious married black cock slut and assistant guidance counselor who wore the tightest, lowest cut, highest hemline dresses except for the students in the whole school. And now the semester dance was coming up, and he had only been able to relay his interest in asking Tiffany White through a friend. And no answer in a whole day. Of course there were tons of big black studs who were probably also making their pitches. And now all he could think of was Tiffany's big breasts pushing out her sheer sweater and Mrs Garber's bare white thighs and if she was wearing panties as she teased the whole class.
"Okay class, please, please Jerome, could I speak?" Jerome Bacon, all city center grinned as he turned back in his seat.
"Anythin fo you, Ms Garber!"
"Thank you," she smiled warmly. "Now, I'm going to read this announcement concerning the school pregnancy prevention program, and please,(she raised her hands, making her big breasts jiggle and show her deep cleavage) please, none of the usual jokes, let me finish!" The laughter and jokes slowly died down, and Mrs Garber waited it out,sighing, until she spoke again.
"Yes, its about oral sex as an alternative, okay. Can we try to settle down again, please!"
Timmy blushed as he heard some of the comments, especially from the several attractive white girls in the room.
"Okay, is that it for a while? Good! By invitation only, select students will be able to attend a sex education seminar, seventh period!"
"Haw, teacher," Jerome grinned, arranging his python in his lap,"Is this where de gals learn how to suck us off?"
With all the laughter, Mrs Garber just smiled patiently. "While its crudely put, Jerome, the question was whether skills of oral sexual ministrations are taught, and the answer is yes!" Sandra D, redhead with full firm 38DDs popping out her top, snickered.
"I haven't had any complaints yet, Mrs Garber!" With that she licked her full upper lip slowly amidst the classroom glee.
"Haw," grinned Darnell, clutching his huge lump, "ah kin vouch fo dat, teach!"
"I'm sure, Sandra, but believe it or not all skills can be improved on. And because this school is an Afrocentric education model, all the sex education taught must be approved by the OBEAH Society. I'm sure you boys don't mind that too much," she smiled. Jerome nodded, licking his big lips, and high fived with his buddies around him. Timmy's mouth fell open at the news.
"Of course, because OBEAH believes in Black Superiority, we have to make some adjustments to the participants!"
"Haw," Darnell laughed, "dat means yo white wimps ain't gettin yo weenies sucked!"
"As if I'd want to," snickered Sandra!
"Now, kids, settle down. It's true that white boys are not allowed in the program as, well, recipients, but OBEAH strongly encourages all white boys to participate!"
"Yo mean on dere knees, raht, teach! Haw haw, yeah! Ah lahk dat!"
Mrs Garber smiled, looking over at Timmy, who swallowed.
"It's not an insult, Darnell! OBEAH believes its a privilege for all whites to serve the superior Black Male! And I happen to be a proud member of OBEAHas I'm sure you all know!" It was long common knowledge that all white teachers at Roosevelt and the whole inner city school system had to be 'diversity trained' in OBEAH and several other afrocentric philosophies. "In fact," she continued,looking directly at Timmy, "failure to pass the diversity training of OBEAH will result in non graduation!" Timmy groaned at that, he had been conditionally accepted at a college on a partial athletic scholarship.
After class he hung around the room, watching Mrs Garber put her notebooks in a briefcase, and she smiled, realizing he wanted to talk to her. "Do you need something, Mr. J?"
"Um, y-yes ma'am, about this, well, class, I was, well...!"
"You can follow me to my office, Timmy, I have a few moments." He offered to carry her briefcase and she smiled, enjoying his gaze over her lush curves as he came into her small office she shared with the full time guidance counselor. She sat down on a leather chair and crossed her shapely legs, as Timmy sat across from her, trying to not look at her crotch and not to get harder. "Do you have a problem with the OBEAH diversity training, Timmy? I'm frankly surprised because you're a senior!"
"W-well, ma'am, um, I was just, well, wondering if...!"
She smiled, "if I was going to have you participate? I was thinking of it because as you know, there are many more black boys at the school than both white girls and boys!"
"Yes, well, b-but...!"
"And I was under the impression you believed in OBEAH! I received nothing but praise from the basketball coach for your duties as manager!"
"Well, yes, but...!"
"Come now, Timmy, I remember your first term here, like so many small thin white boys, frightened, beaten up daily by the black studs, until you learned your proper place here. I think you've learned it quite well,the football team and wrestling squad seem to be quite satisfied with your service, isn't that what managers do?"
Timmy blushed deeply, the image of giving after practice massages to a giant naked black stud, his huge hardon sticking straight up as he turned over, expecting the total worship all whiteboys must perform to stay healthy at Roosevelt.
"Yes, well, I've, adapted, um, I guess...but!"
"Tyrone Jackson told me just the other day he wanted you for his wife!"
"He did?" he gasped. "Wow, I-I didn't know, ma'am, um, I like Tyrone,b-but...!"
"Not quite that way, hmmm? A pity! I've always thought you would make a lovely sissyboy for a proud Black Man!"
It was an odd compliment, but coming from Mrs Garber he was somehow complimented.
"Thank you, but...!"
"Okay, Timmy, you must realize I don't have much choice. If you stay at Roosevelt you have to take all the diversity training, and this unwed pregnancy rate is simply unacceptable. I can arrange for a transfer to a suburban school if you'd like!"
"Oh," he said, stunned. "You know I have a college acceptance, and...!"
She nodded and smiled. In fact she was instrumental in having him apply to a mostly black college in the midwest on a swimming scholarship. Taking finals at a white suburban high school would crash his grade point average and kiss that goodbye! Timmy was thinking the same thing she was, and noticed pictures on her desk. A white wimpy looking husband, several lovely white young teen girls, her ********* no doubt.
"Well, Timmy, how's this then? Why don't you take this class with the sophomores, you'd fit in because of the way you look!"
That meant he was smallish and smooth skinned, but then he had the realization that Tiffany would be there. The only chance he had to meet her, maybe ask her out!
"Um, sure, that, that would be great! By the way, Mrs Garber, do you know who the teacher is?"
"Why," she smiled, "I am, Timmy!" as she licked her carmine full red lips."But we also have guest teachers, and our first class will be mostly a film,at least in the beginning!" She stood up, and he gazed up at her big swaying breasts, as she smiled.
"I think it will be a success. So many of our black male students are so testosterone driven, Timmy, that many of our girls are knocked up in the parking lot in vans and cars at the end of the school day. The whole staff has tried everything to deal with it, and we're not forgetting the help from you boys managing the teams, but the program has been a great success in other inner cities in reducing the pregnancies!"
"Oh, I-I didn't know that!"
"Oh yes, we hope that a whole period at the end of the day will be devoted to it, won't that be nice?"
Timmy's bulge was obvious, her breasts saying, her tongue moving along her full lips as his mind was flooded with the image of all the black studs with hardons ready to spurt by 8th period every day.
"And actually, it's a good idea for you to come to the Sophomore class,most of the white boys and even a few of the girls are a little shy about serving the Black Man, you remember," she chuckled.
"Y-yes, haha!" A knock on the door and Mrs Garber opened it.
Lattrell Washington loomed in the doorway, grinning, and in his sweatpants Timmy looked and notice his huge black hand stroking a foot long thick lump.
"AWMANNNN, Mrs. Garber, you ain't busy are you?"
"No, Lattrell, it's all right, come in please," she smiled warmly at him.
Timmy was about to get up when he was surprised that Lattrell walked over to Mrs Garber's leather chair and sat down with accustomed ease, spreading his huge muscular legs.
"Do you see what I mean, Timmy?" She smiled with a chuckle. "I have had several white girls watch but I've never had a white boy, but if you'd like...!"
Part of him wanted to, and it was obvious Lattrell didn't care but his class bell was ringing. He thanked them both and said he had a class, and as he opened the door, he saw Mrs Garber kneel between Lattrell's legs.
"Oooh, I'm so pleased you could make it, Lattrell, mmmmm!"
As he closed the door, he heard Lattrell's guttural moan. "YEAHHHHHHAWWWW!"
And as he walked the crowded corridor, he thought of Tiffany's sweet white face, her big breasts, kneeling beside him before a big black drooling cock with bloated teenage balls ready to blast negro love juice into her sweet soft mouth just like Mrs Garber was doing!
