The auditorium to Malcom X High, fell into darkness as the lights were dimmed. Then with an audible pop the centre stage lit up. Its surface awash in a soft golden light. Twenty-seven girls, the majority of the school’s cheerleading team rushed into position. Wearing their famous golden leotard, itself a bit too tight around both the bum and breasts. As well as their short black cheer-leading skirts just stopping below their bums. The cheerleaders themselves were a mixture of races, whites, Asians, Latinos, all of them stunning and fit. Stacy, the cheerleading Capitan stepped forward. The blond pale girl, whose hair was in a ponytail had two ace-of-spades stamped on each of her checks. Every other girl had the same. Stacy started to talk into her hand-held microphone.
“I firstly would just like to say that Black is Beautiful. Black is Better, and Black is Superior. While white lives to serve, and every day me and the girls here.” Stacy moved her hand to indicate the twenty-six girls standing behind her. “are so grateful that we have the privilege to worship your Blackness. For that we are all truly uses, mind, body, and soul.” Stacy recited the Black pledge from heart, and through the intensity at how she recited it, everyone in the auditorium new she thoroughly believed in what she was saying.
Stacy continued. “Now, I would like to say that this dance performance is in recognition of the Black Lives Matter More movement, and I hope to see you tonight at the bonfires. We’ll burn whities culture to the ground. Oh, and one more thing. FUCK THE WHITE RACE, and just kill yourselves white bois.” Screamed Stacy into the microphone before spiting into the first few rows of the auditorium.
Much like under Jim Crow, the school had instigated a strict segregation policy. At the front rows were the white boys. Dressed in their school-uniforms of a pink lacy shirt with their penis size in large front, White-Boi 2” or White-Boi 0.5”. Stacy never saw any boy with a shirt greater than 4”. The uniform for the white boys did not include any pants, rather they could only wear tighty whities with a big pink bow sticking out and dropping past their thighs. The bow was a long ribbon tired painfully around their testicles and penis. This made any form of movement painful, any erection excruciating. As well as acting as a constant remainder of their low statues in the new black world order.
Their humiliation was so great that assuming that you made it to graduation. Many did not, hence the need for segregation in the first place. To protect the white-boy from the black man. They were assigned jobs based on a select criterion: janitors, garbage-boys, waiters, these jobs were considered prestigious for a white-boy. Other jobs were mining and bio-medical experimentation.
Behind the white boys were the none-black teen girls and young women. By far the largest group, comprising of not just white women, but also Asian and Latino. Their central role was to exist for the pleasure of the Black race. Where the Black race were allowed to take out centuries of racial abuse on their three holes with wonton abandon. While treated better than white boys—many white boys would be lucky to cum once in their life, while the average white girl would experience multiple in one sitting—they were still treated like chattel. To be horded and traded and treated like property by their Black masters.
Not that the girls minded. Poll after poll of girls of any age and race showed that slavey was acceptable and morally right, as long as the right men were in charge. Indeed, it was becoming so great that a fast-growing cult was quickly appearing amongst the more radical white girls, to worship the Black race not as masters but as gods.
Behind the women were the black men and women as well as the occasional bitch. Whose head would be bopping up and down. Sucking enormous cocks, trying to get the full size into their mouths and throats. Hoping that their dick sucking skills would be adequate to please their Black masters.
One of these Black masters was Marcus. He placed his heavy hand on the back of a redheaded woman named Abbey. Who while being inexperienced at sucking cock was trying her best to please him.
“Bitch, your shit head is worthless.”
Abby took the cock out of her mouth, “I am so sorry sir, master. I’ll promise to do better,”
Marcus slapped Abbey on her left check. “Bitch did I say you could talk?”
Abbey started to kiss the head of his massive coal coloured cock. Before Marcus started to push her head back down. “That’s right bitch, what do we say.”
Abbey took the cock out of her mouth, “no rights for whites”. Was her reply.
“Good bitch.” Was his reply. Abbey gave out the widest smile. Even the smallest amount of praise from her master was enough to make her quiver in happiness. Marcus proceeded to slap the girl again. While her check was still smarting, he pushed her down to his massive balls. Abbey knew what to do and started licking and sucking on them. Marcuse’s attention returned to Stacy and the stage.
“Okay bitches” shouted Stacy to her fellow cheerleaders, “1,2,2”.
Music started to play from the auditorium specker-system, a deep bass filled the hall. The twenty-seven girls in unison started to move their butts to the sound of the bass. Incredible well-choregraphed, the cheerleading squad would twerk and do the spits in sync with one another. Their ability to contort their bodies with both the drops of the beat and each other was hot. Displaying their raw sexuality through African twerking, got Marcus harder than he had in a long time.
Then the base started to drop, and the auditorium started to lose control. Appearing on stage were four voluptuous black goddesses. Each one of them holding a whip. All four of them rose their whips in unison, and just as the base dropped, cracked the handle. At the same time, four white girls twerking, with excellent precision rose their left butt-check higher than their right. The end of the whip—called a cracker—welted their pale check. The black women, still in unison, coxed their hands, sending the whips tail high into the air. Then still in time to the music, the four white girls, having complete control over the muscles in their ass, lowered their left check and rose their right one. The whips cracked the right butt-check leaving a deep red bruise. This process was repeated till all the twerking girls were heavily welted.
The crowd loved it, the perfect display of technical ability with the devotion the dancers had to their owners. Not one girl showed any sign of hesitancy as they moved into position for their whipping. This display of erotic violence turned on Marcus more so than he had in a long time.
“Bitch, take my nigger seed.” Snarled Marcus as he pulled Abbey’s hair. Forcing her away from his balls and placed her mouth onto his cock. Thick hot streams of cum were quickly feed into Abbey’s mouth. She diligently tried to swallow it all. Some escaping her mouth and nostrils.
Pushing her off his cock, Marcus watched as Abbey scoped up the thick semen from her face and brought it to her mouth for consumption. Finishing up she gave out a petite feminine burp before looking up at Marcus. “I love you daddy. The Black race owns this piece of fuck meant.”
Marcus slapped the girl on the check again. “Bitch shut the fuck up.” As Marcus returned his focus back to the stage. The cheerleaders were finishing up their act with all the whipped twerks lining up in front of the Black women and kissing the whips, before saying “Black Power.” Marcus formed an idea, but he had to act fast.
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The Black Lives Matter More afterparty was pure panormium. Three huge bonfires were built just off campus. Surrounded by women of all races and Black men. Many of the women were throwing objects into the flames. The complete works of Shakespeare, the King James Bible, The Old Man and the Sea. A eighteen year old girl with dyed purple hair, Charlotte, had printed out copies of famous paintings: The Mona Lisa, The Night Watch, and The Starry Night, and one by one she threw them into the fire. They had to do till she got the real ones.
“Fuck the white race,” screamed Charlotte as she took some blackfly—a mixture of Black men’s cum and ecstasy. High as a kite Charlotte pulled the nearest girl she could find and started making out with her in a display of lesbian exhibition.
“We’re nothing but white fuck meat for our Black gods” shouted Charlotte in-between kisses with this stranger. Their tongues intermingling with one another’s, as they pressed their bodies against each other. They squeezed each other’s tits and slapped their asses. The crowd started forming round these two women. Charlotte felt a strong hand grip her shoulder and she was pushed down onto her knees. Two black men had surrounded the girls, who having felt the grass on their knees and lower legs smiled to each other over what was about to happen.
The two men without a world pulled out their cocks and pushed the heads of the two girls onto it. Diligently and with loving respect the two girls tried to deep throat the massive black cocks. While the two Black men took drags from their joints. Arrogantly blowing the fumes of pot smoke into the two white teen faces. While their eyes watered from the sting of the smoke, they dared not complain nor stop their worshiping of their masters rock-hard cocks. A little bit of discomfort was no match for centuries of Black repression.
Charlotte was smacked on her left check, knowing that when a Black man inflicted pain on a white girl, it was a sign of black on white acceptance. It demonstrated to Charlotte that the Black man was feeling at ease in her presence. To the point where the black man was able to politely punish the girl for being white. Through this erotic violence, Charlotte’s cunt became incredibly wet, she was on the brink of an orgasm. However, her hands refused to touch herself. Knowing that her pleasure was a distant second to this Black man.
“What do we say white bitch,” grunted the man towering above her.
Charlotte took the cock out of her mouth with an audible pop. “Thank you, sir.” Was her reply as she lovingly kissed the hand that slapped her. The man raised his hand and slapped her other check. “Thank you, sir,”, replied Charlotte as she kissed the head of his cock. The Black man repeated the action and Charlotte thanked him again.
“Bitch, now apologise for being white.” Demanded the Black man as he pushed his cock deep into Charlottes mouth.
Pulling the cock out, Charlotte started coughing, “I’m so sorry for being white. My greatest hope is that my body, my holes can bring you pleasure.” Said Charlotte as she rubbed his cock over her face, hair, and nostrils spreading his scent and pre-cum. Effectively using his cock to mark her as his, as the Black races property.
Further down, there was Sammy, the—former president—of the Collage Republicans. Who made the very racist remark of “all lives are equal” and “equality of all races”. Whom was quickly labelled a racist, and her expulsion from the school—and cancellation—was all but assured. But Tyrone took piety on the white girl and offered to guide her back into racialized enlightenment. That was how she found herself on all fours atop an American flag laid upon the grass by a bonfire. Other girls were surrounding her, filming this act on their phones.
Tyrone slapped the white girls ass, hard. Leaving a deep red mark on her buttocks.
“Ouch” complained the untrained white girl.
“Shut the fuck up white bitch,” shouted Tyrone as he hocked a loggie at the girls’ face. With a large amount of saliva running down her face, Tyrone lined up him cock to Sammy’s ass-hole. With one strong push, his black cockhead pushed pass the girls virgin sphincter and deep into the girls guts. Any resistance was cruelly ignored by Tyrone, and soon found himself balls deep into the white girl.
Sammy screamed out in pain, “take it out, take it out, its too…” She was stopped midsentence; her older sister Mandy had slapped her.
“You selfish bitch” screamed Mandy with remarkably amount of hatred, “this Black god is showing you untold pleasure, and all you can do is complain?” Mandy slapped her sister again before kissing her in a deeply passionate incestuous kiss. The tongues of the two sisters went back and forth.
Tyrone kept jackhammering into her bowls, he would bring his cock right out, with its tip just resting inside the ass. Then he would, with a huge amount of power push himself into her. Going balls deep in one motion. He would repeat the action at amazing speed. Sammy’s screams of pain, which were muffled by her sisters mouth soon turned to pleasure.
The girl came, which too her surprise was a squirting orgasm. A hot stream of female ejaculate shot out of her cunt. The American flag was drenched in her juices, and the crowd erupted into cheers.
“Fuck the white race” screamed a girl in the distance. The crowd joined in, and soon all of them were shouting “Fuck the white race”, “Black supremacy”, and “No rights for whites”.
Mandy seeing her sister visually cumming became even more wet. She stopped kissing Sammy and slapped the poor girls face again.
“Bitch eat my asshole” was all she said as she turned around and pulled down her denim shorts. Sammy wasted no time and stuck her tongue into her sister’s shitter. Mandy started to moan.
Seeing the show made Tyrone’s balls tighten up, and seven thick ropes of hot cum entered the white girl’s bowls.
“Fuck the white race” was all Tyrone shouted before spitting once again on Sammy, who quickly collapsed onto the flag.
Sammy was on the verge of passing out, all she was muttering was “Black Lives Matter More”. Then her sister, with an evil smile bent down and whispered something into her ear. Sammy smiled and nodded back with a giggle.
Sammy started pushing, with a load audible fart, thick globs of cum were expelled from her ass and covered the 50 stars. The stench was horrendous but she knew the symbolism would be even more powerful. The perfect display of Black power over white institutions. The two sisters started giggling. The two started making out rolling around atop the cum drenched flag while the ground chanted in unison: “No rights for whites”.
Sammy the former president of the collage Republicans was now an incestuous loving Black supremist.
Soon the crowd of women gathered around the bonfires, many of them already committed to Black power started throwing mementos of their former white lives into the fire. Many girls threw pictures of their former white boyfriends or husbands into the fire. Having grown to hate their race, these women used the fire as catharsis to expunge the memory of the white boys from their lives and memories. A few younger girls threw pictures of their fathers and brothers onto the fire, quickly forgetting the names of the men that raised and loved them. They ran back into the arms of their new Black daddy’s, whose love and respect for the girls was non-existent, but the white girls worshiped and loved their cruel masters and gods.
An older white woman, a teacher of sex-ed, heaved a box onto the fire. Its flames quickly consuming what was inside. She raised her fist.
“Fuck the white race” she screamed. As her cunt was on the verge of cumming.
She was later to explain that it carried all the mementos of her former white-breed son. Whose name, was already, due to the intensity of how well black cock would fuck her, forgotten. It had all his pictures, from when he was a baby to when he was very pudgy ugly ungainly eighteen-year-old white boy. Having gone down to the VWD the other day, the mother didn’t even notice as he quietly left in the early morning. She was already making a replacement as her own 18-year-old bull fucked nigger baby butter into her womb.
It was in all this chaos that Marcus found Stacy.
“Hay girl,” said Marcus with his famously sexy smile. “I want to make an opposition for you.”
“Really?” Replied Stacy as she bent down onto her knees and started unzipping Marcuse’s pants. “What kind of proposition?” Asked Stacy as she placed Marcus member into her mouth and started sucking his massive Black cock.
“I firstly would just like to say that Black is Beautiful. Black is Better, and Black is Superior. While white lives to serve, and every day me and the girls here.” Stacy moved her hand to indicate the twenty-six girls standing behind her. “are so grateful that we have the privilege to worship your Blackness. For that we are all truly uses, mind, body, and soul.” Stacy recited the Black pledge from heart, and through the intensity at how she recited it, everyone in the auditorium new she thoroughly believed in what she was saying.
Stacy continued. “Now, I would like to say that this dance performance is in recognition of the Black Lives Matter More movement, and I hope to see you tonight at the bonfires. We’ll burn whities culture to the ground. Oh, and one more thing. FUCK THE WHITE RACE, and just kill yourselves white bois.” Screamed Stacy into the microphone before spiting into the first few rows of the auditorium.
Much like under Jim Crow, the school had instigated a strict segregation policy. At the front rows were the white boys. Dressed in their school-uniforms of a pink lacy shirt with their penis size in large front, White-Boi 2” or White-Boi 0.5”. Stacy never saw any boy with a shirt greater than 4”. The uniform for the white boys did not include any pants, rather they could only wear tighty whities with a big pink bow sticking out and dropping past their thighs. The bow was a long ribbon tired painfully around their testicles and penis. This made any form of movement painful, any erection excruciating. As well as acting as a constant remainder of their low statues in the new black world order.
Their humiliation was so great that assuming that you made it to graduation. Many did not, hence the need for segregation in the first place. To protect the white-boy from the black man. They were assigned jobs based on a select criterion: janitors, garbage-boys, waiters, these jobs were considered prestigious for a white-boy. Other jobs were mining and bio-medical experimentation.
Behind the white boys were the none-black teen girls and young women. By far the largest group, comprising of not just white women, but also Asian and Latino. Their central role was to exist for the pleasure of the Black race. Where the Black race were allowed to take out centuries of racial abuse on their three holes with wonton abandon. While treated better than white boys—many white boys would be lucky to cum once in their life, while the average white girl would experience multiple in one sitting—they were still treated like chattel. To be horded and traded and treated like property by their Black masters.
Not that the girls minded. Poll after poll of girls of any age and race showed that slavey was acceptable and morally right, as long as the right men were in charge. Indeed, it was becoming so great that a fast-growing cult was quickly appearing amongst the more radical white girls, to worship the Black race not as masters but as gods.
Behind the women were the black men and women as well as the occasional bitch. Whose head would be bopping up and down. Sucking enormous cocks, trying to get the full size into their mouths and throats. Hoping that their dick sucking skills would be adequate to please their Black masters.
One of these Black masters was Marcus. He placed his heavy hand on the back of a redheaded woman named Abbey. Who while being inexperienced at sucking cock was trying her best to please him.
“Bitch, your shit head is worthless.”
Abby took the cock out of her mouth, “I am so sorry sir, master. I’ll promise to do better,”
Marcus slapped Abbey on her left check. “Bitch did I say you could talk?”
Abbey started to kiss the head of his massive coal coloured cock. Before Marcus started to push her head back down. “That’s right bitch, what do we say.”
Abbey took the cock out of her mouth, “no rights for whites”. Was her reply.
“Good bitch.” Was his reply. Abbey gave out the widest smile. Even the smallest amount of praise from her master was enough to make her quiver in happiness. Marcus proceeded to slap the girl again. While her check was still smarting, he pushed her down to his massive balls. Abbey knew what to do and started licking and sucking on them. Marcuse’s attention returned to Stacy and the stage.
“Okay bitches” shouted Stacy to her fellow cheerleaders, “1,2,2”.
Music started to play from the auditorium specker-system, a deep bass filled the hall. The twenty-seven girls in unison started to move their butts to the sound of the bass. Incredible well-choregraphed, the cheerleading squad would twerk and do the spits in sync with one another. Their ability to contort their bodies with both the drops of the beat and each other was hot. Displaying their raw sexuality through African twerking, got Marcus harder than he had in a long time.
Then the base started to drop, and the auditorium started to lose control. Appearing on stage were four voluptuous black goddesses. Each one of them holding a whip. All four of them rose their whips in unison, and just as the base dropped, cracked the handle. At the same time, four white girls twerking, with excellent precision rose their left butt-check higher than their right. The end of the whip—called a cracker—welted their pale check. The black women, still in unison, coxed their hands, sending the whips tail high into the air. Then still in time to the music, the four white girls, having complete control over the muscles in their ass, lowered their left check and rose their right one. The whips cracked the right butt-check leaving a deep red bruise. This process was repeated till all the twerking girls were heavily welted.
The crowd loved it, the perfect display of technical ability with the devotion the dancers had to their owners. Not one girl showed any sign of hesitancy as they moved into position for their whipping. This display of erotic violence turned on Marcus more so than he had in a long time.
“Bitch, take my nigger seed.” Snarled Marcus as he pulled Abbey’s hair. Forcing her away from his balls and placed her mouth onto his cock. Thick hot streams of cum were quickly feed into Abbey’s mouth. She diligently tried to swallow it all. Some escaping her mouth and nostrils.
Pushing her off his cock, Marcus watched as Abbey scoped up the thick semen from her face and brought it to her mouth for consumption. Finishing up she gave out a petite feminine burp before looking up at Marcus. “I love you daddy. The Black race owns this piece of fuck meant.”
Marcus slapped the girl on the check again. “Bitch shut the fuck up.” As Marcus returned his focus back to the stage. The cheerleaders were finishing up their act with all the whipped twerks lining up in front of the Black women and kissing the whips, before saying “Black Power.” Marcus formed an idea, but he had to act fast.
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The Black Lives Matter More afterparty was pure panormium. Three huge bonfires were built just off campus. Surrounded by women of all races and Black men. Many of the women were throwing objects into the flames. The complete works of Shakespeare, the King James Bible, The Old Man and the Sea. A eighteen year old girl with dyed purple hair, Charlotte, had printed out copies of famous paintings: The Mona Lisa, The Night Watch, and The Starry Night, and one by one she threw them into the fire. They had to do till she got the real ones.
“Fuck the white race,” screamed Charlotte as she took some blackfly—a mixture of Black men’s cum and ecstasy. High as a kite Charlotte pulled the nearest girl she could find and started making out with her in a display of lesbian exhibition.
“We’re nothing but white fuck meat for our Black gods” shouted Charlotte in-between kisses with this stranger. Their tongues intermingling with one another’s, as they pressed their bodies against each other. They squeezed each other’s tits and slapped their asses. The crowd started forming round these two women. Charlotte felt a strong hand grip her shoulder and she was pushed down onto her knees. Two black men had surrounded the girls, who having felt the grass on their knees and lower legs smiled to each other over what was about to happen.
The two men without a world pulled out their cocks and pushed the heads of the two girls onto it. Diligently and with loving respect the two girls tried to deep throat the massive black cocks. While the two Black men took drags from their joints. Arrogantly blowing the fumes of pot smoke into the two white teen faces. While their eyes watered from the sting of the smoke, they dared not complain nor stop their worshiping of their masters rock-hard cocks. A little bit of discomfort was no match for centuries of Black repression.
Charlotte was smacked on her left check, knowing that when a Black man inflicted pain on a white girl, it was a sign of black on white acceptance. It demonstrated to Charlotte that the Black man was feeling at ease in her presence. To the point where the black man was able to politely punish the girl for being white. Through this erotic violence, Charlotte’s cunt became incredibly wet, she was on the brink of an orgasm. However, her hands refused to touch herself. Knowing that her pleasure was a distant second to this Black man.
“What do we say white bitch,” grunted the man towering above her.
Charlotte took the cock out of her mouth with an audible pop. “Thank you, sir.” Was her reply as she lovingly kissed the hand that slapped her. The man raised his hand and slapped her other check. “Thank you, sir,”, replied Charlotte as she kissed the head of his cock. The Black man repeated the action and Charlotte thanked him again.
“Bitch, now apologise for being white.” Demanded the Black man as he pushed his cock deep into Charlottes mouth.
Pulling the cock out, Charlotte started coughing, “I’m so sorry for being white. My greatest hope is that my body, my holes can bring you pleasure.” Said Charlotte as she rubbed his cock over her face, hair, and nostrils spreading his scent and pre-cum. Effectively using his cock to mark her as his, as the Black races property.
Further down, there was Sammy, the—former president—of the Collage Republicans. Who made the very racist remark of “all lives are equal” and “equality of all races”. Whom was quickly labelled a racist, and her expulsion from the school—and cancellation—was all but assured. But Tyrone took piety on the white girl and offered to guide her back into racialized enlightenment. That was how she found herself on all fours atop an American flag laid upon the grass by a bonfire. Other girls were surrounding her, filming this act on their phones.
Tyrone slapped the white girls ass, hard. Leaving a deep red mark on her buttocks.
“Ouch” complained the untrained white girl.
“Shut the fuck up white bitch,” shouted Tyrone as he hocked a loggie at the girls’ face. With a large amount of saliva running down her face, Tyrone lined up him cock to Sammy’s ass-hole. With one strong push, his black cockhead pushed pass the girls virgin sphincter and deep into the girls guts. Any resistance was cruelly ignored by Tyrone, and soon found himself balls deep into the white girl.
Sammy screamed out in pain, “take it out, take it out, its too…” She was stopped midsentence; her older sister Mandy had slapped her.
“You selfish bitch” screamed Mandy with remarkably amount of hatred, “this Black god is showing you untold pleasure, and all you can do is complain?” Mandy slapped her sister again before kissing her in a deeply passionate incestuous kiss. The tongues of the two sisters went back and forth.
Tyrone kept jackhammering into her bowls, he would bring his cock right out, with its tip just resting inside the ass. Then he would, with a huge amount of power push himself into her. Going balls deep in one motion. He would repeat the action at amazing speed. Sammy’s screams of pain, which were muffled by her sisters mouth soon turned to pleasure.
The girl came, which too her surprise was a squirting orgasm. A hot stream of female ejaculate shot out of her cunt. The American flag was drenched in her juices, and the crowd erupted into cheers.
“Fuck the white race” screamed a girl in the distance. The crowd joined in, and soon all of them were shouting “Fuck the white race”, “Black supremacy”, and “No rights for whites”.
Mandy seeing her sister visually cumming became even more wet. She stopped kissing Sammy and slapped the poor girls face again.
“Bitch eat my asshole” was all she said as she turned around and pulled down her denim shorts. Sammy wasted no time and stuck her tongue into her sister’s shitter. Mandy started to moan.
Seeing the show made Tyrone’s balls tighten up, and seven thick ropes of hot cum entered the white girl’s bowls.
“Fuck the white race” was all Tyrone shouted before spitting once again on Sammy, who quickly collapsed onto the flag.
Sammy was on the verge of passing out, all she was muttering was “Black Lives Matter More”. Then her sister, with an evil smile bent down and whispered something into her ear. Sammy smiled and nodded back with a giggle.
Sammy started pushing, with a load audible fart, thick globs of cum were expelled from her ass and covered the 50 stars. The stench was horrendous but she knew the symbolism would be even more powerful. The perfect display of Black power over white institutions. The two sisters started giggling. The two started making out rolling around atop the cum drenched flag while the ground chanted in unison: “No rights for whites”.
Sammy the former president of the collage Republicans was now an incestuous loving Black supremist.
Soon the crowd of women gathered around the bonfires, many of them already committed to Black power started throwing mementos of their former white lives into the fire. Many girls threw pictures of their former white boyfriends or husbands into the fire. Having grown to hate their race, these women used the fire as catharsis to expunge the memory of the white boys from their lives and memories. A few younger girls threw pictures of their fathers and brothers onto the fire, quickly forgetting the names of the men that raised and loved them. They ran back into the arms of their new Black daddy’s, whose love and respect for the girls was non-existent, but the white girls worshiped and loved their cruel masters and gods.
An older white woman, a teacher of sex-ed, heaved a box onto the fire. Its flames quickly consuming what was inside. She raised her fist.
“Fuck the white race” she screamed. As her cunt was on the verge of cumming.
She was later to explain that it carried all the mementos of her former white-breed son. Whose name, was already, due to the intensity of how well black cock would fuck her, forgotten. It had all his pictures, from when he was a baby to when he was very pudgy ugly ungainly eighteen-year-old white boy. Having gone down to the VWD the other day, the mother didn’t even notice as he quietly left in the early morning. She was already making a replacement as her own 18-year-old bull fucked nigger baby butter into her womb.
It was in all this chaos that Marcus found Stacy.
“Hay girl,” said Marcus with his famously sexy smile. “I want to make an opposition for you.”
“Really?” Replied Stacy as she bent down onto her knees and started unzipping Marcuse’s pants. “What kind of proposition?” Asked Stacy as she placed Marcus member into her mouth and started sucking his massive Black cock.
