TITLE    : New Age Politics Pt. 02
STORYID  : new-age-politics-pt-02
SUMMARY  : Class is still in session, and it's the boys turn to learn.
AUTHOR   : OnyxMasters@lit
DATE     : 2023-06-05
CATEGORY : interracial-erotic-stories
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |bnwo|bbc|humiliation|domination|white woman|black man|female teacher|teen|classroom|race play|


(All parties portrayed of are of legal and consenting age.)

Mr. Mangrove was in the process of humiliating and emotionally exploiting a classroom full of high school senior girls into taking off their clothes, and conditioning them to fuck and suck his fat black dick as a sign of "repentance" for their supposedly evil heritage. By the time the school year would finally end, he would have single handedly impregnated 35% of the graduating classes females, and helped convert 100% of them to a lifetime of black cock worship and black breeding. Thank goodness for all the new age politics he kept himself versed in, because it was helping to shape a brighter, though ironically, blacker, future for the country. But what about the senior boys? They weren't exempt from these classes either, though their lessons were a whole other story.

"Good morning students, my name is Cheri Williamson, and I will be your instructor for the boys portion of the SEMINAL program." she said, sitting on the edge of her desk, her legs crossed as she bobbed her sandal clad foot up and down, her choice of attire a pair of light denim overalls covering her v-neck style, white, short sleeve shirt. Her thin wire frame glasses reflected the fluorescent lights from the ceiling as she peered around the room, her short pixie cut hair lightly spiked with product the boys in the front row could faintly smell.

The boys shifted uncomfortably in their seats, the tone one of general boredom, though more than a few of them were quite taken by their new instructors creamy white complexion, fierce eyes and tight angular body. Her raw sexual magnetism undeniable, many attempting to stealthily conceal erections using backpacks and books propped on their lap.

"Now as you know this class is new, but it is absolutely pivotal towards your futures, not to mention mandatory." she said, her voice sounding slightly harsh at the words. "How many of you in here have already taken some form of sexual education, or at least learned enough from the internet to know what goes where?"

The boys all laughed at this, taking it in good stride, all of their hands going up like a badge of honor.

"Well, I hate to break it to you, but that means most of you don't know a thing about pleasing a woman." she said, breaking the mood, a few boys letting out an annoyed breath as they felt themselves superior somehow. "Does anyone here know what the acronym SEMINAL stands for?"

She was greeted by a slew of dull faces, most looking around to see if anyone else knew, a hesitant hand almost going up, but falling back down.

"SEMINAL stands for sexual-education-and-minority-integration-on-a-national-academic-level." she stated firmly, looking them all over, "Can anyone tell me what THAT means?" she said, slipping off the edge of her desk and circling around to pull the projector screen, revealing that she had already written it on the board.

A shaggy haired blonde boy raised his hand, Ms. Williamson pointing at him and giving him a slight nod.

"It's uh, about race and stuff, right?" he said, feeling confident in his stupid response.

"Yes, it's about "race and stuff"." she said, shaking her head slightly, "But it's also about recognition... recognition of privilege, of past transgressions, but most importantly, it's about making amends." she said, coming back around her desk and folding her arms in front of her.

"Miss?" another boy said, his somewhat beefy freckled arm raised up.

"Yes, what is it?" she said, her tone clearly impatient.

"What does any of that have to do with sexual education?" he said, his puffy face slightly red in the cheeks.

"Because accountability is about molding future behavior, and you've been taught to LIVE only accountable to yourselves, personally, and even sexually." she said, gesturing to all of them, "I am going to teach you a new way of behaving both socially, and in the bedroom that will be the first start to making up for hundreds of years of violent oppression by your ancestors."

"But ma'am..." a geeky looking boy with greasy hair chimed in without raising his hand first, "Why should it matter what our ancestors did? It's done and over, and none of us were involved, or even wanted to be involved."

She shook her head again slightly and turned back to her desk, resuming her position of sitting on the edge of it.

"Do you see what you did just there?" she said, the boy looking around nervously and shaking his head, "You spoke out like you owned the place, like you had a right to MY time, like what I was saying was meaningless compared to whatever you, a WHITE MAN had to say."

"But I didn't mean to... I, uh... I'm sorry." he said, looking defeated.

"As you should be... AS ALMOST ALL OF YOU SHOULD BE." she said, pointing a finger up and scanning it around the room. "Let me hit you with some cold hard facts, since you should be reminded that facts do not care about your feelings..." she said, grabbing a notebook off the table and opening it, "Did you know that white birth rates are in decline?" she said, giving them all a raised eyebrow, "How about this, that over 25% of relationships are now INTERRACIAL relationships... that sperm counts in white men are falling rapidly, while black men's numbers have not just remained steady, but are climbing?" she said, snapping the book closed and giving them all a look, "How does that feel for superiority?"

Another boy raised his hand, Cheri nodding at him to let him speak.

"How uh, how does any of that imply privilege? If anything, it sounds like we're kind of getting a raw deal here." the pudgy young man said.

"You are simply reaping the whirlwind of your lazy, self indulgent, "oppressive to minorities", society. Where you have fallen weak, black men have become strong." she said, practically puffing her chest with pride. "But we're going to demonstrate that RIGHT now." she finished, pointing to the only black student in the entire class, "You, can you come down here sweetie?"

"Oh, uh... sure." he said, getting up and coming down to the front.

"What's your name, honey?" she said gently touching his arm.

"Demetreus, ma'am." he said, folding his hands across his waistline.

"No no, you don't call me ma'am, you can call me Cheri." she said, looking at the boys down-turned eyes, knowing exactly what he was looking at, AND trying to hide.

"Now, for this first exercise, I want ALL of you to masturbate." she said, turning back to the rest of the class, all of them looking stunned, flush with embarrassment and confusion.

"You want us to... masturbate? Like in front of each other and stuff?" one of the dopey looking boys in the back row stated loudly.

"I'm sure all of you know how to stealthily rub one out." she said, mocking them, "If you're worried you don't measure up, just reach down your pants. I shouldn't have to be explaining how this works to a bunch of teenage boys."

Turning back to the black boy next to her, she kicked off her sandals, the boys swallowing nervously as she did.

"Demetreus, do you want to fuck my feet..?" she said, crossing her legs seductively for him.

"Miss... I mean, uh, Cheri... uh, did you, are you..." he stammered, glancing from her toes to her face.

"Don't be nervous, I saw you looking... how would you like it if I parked your dick right between my toes and jerked you off right here in front of everyone?" she said, licking the upper corner of her mouth slightly.

"Uh, sure, yeah okay..." Demetreus said, starting to reach down his pants.

"I want ALL of you to watch this while you masturbate. When you finish, put your hand up, do you understand?" she commanded, the boys wild with excitement and nerves.

Cheri scooted back on her desk, and pointed Demetreus to a prime standing spot, putting her feet up ready to meet him. Tugging his black dick out, there were some shocked and jealous murmurs from the class as they watched him produce nearly eight inches, clearly dwarfing everyone else in the class. Demetreus gave Cheri another look, getting a nod of consent, as he gripped her feet and guided them to either side of his dick, pumping in long slow strokes.

"Now, all of you, begin." she said, helping him along, working his cock, pausing only to massage his balls with her toes, Demetreus tipping his head back in pleasured approval.

Hands began shooting up, one after another until the whole class was accounted for, with the exception of Demetreus, who was nearly there, quietly moaning to himself as he felt the urge starting to kick in.

"Do it... do it baby, cum all over my pretty white feet." Ms. Williamson begged in a seductive tone, laying a hand between her legs and stroking up and down over the denim.

Demetreus couldn't contain himself any longer at both the show and the sensation, grabbing her ankle and cumming hard all over one foot, and then the other, hot black spunk getting between her toes and all over her soles.

"Oh, give it to me..." Cheri moaned out, flexing her toes out, before letting out a sigh and blowing him a quick kiss. "Can you hand me my sandals, love?" she said, nodding down, the boy grabbing them and handing them to her.

She put them on right over his cum without skipping a beat, making sure they were good and snug, and then standing up.

"Would anyone like to tell me what they just saw..?" she said, looking at all the shocked and embarrassed faces around the room.

"Yeah, you just gave him a killer foot job." A satisfied looking young Asian man said.

"Anyone else?" she said, pacing slightly, still feeling the hot seed between her toes.

"Yeah, Demetreus is packing heat." another boy said, the class breaking out into laughter, of which she joined in.

"You're very right about that... but why don't I tell you what I saw?" she said, resuming her spot on the desk. "I saw an entire room of light skinned boys who came far faster than Demetreus did, and that was WITH the impairment of sexual gratification." she said, their mirth turning to shame. "Now perhaps you're starting to see my point."

There was a low murmur from the class, a lot of lowered gazes, and a few heads going down.

"But we're not done there, oh no... it's time for the next demonstration." Cheri said, turning and walking back towards her desk, Demetreus starting to move back towards his seat, tucking his cock away, "Oh, no no... come on back here big guy, I need you again." Cheri said, giving him a smile and a chuckle.

Demetreus looked around the room, taking in the jealous stares of his classmates, stepping over next to her. Cheri quickly undid the buttons on her overalls, letting the top flap hang down over both sides, walking around the back of her desk.

"Demetreus, let me ask... are you a virgin?" she said, giving him a sympathetic look.

"I uh, yeah, I guess I am..." he said, feeling put out now.

"No, no shame... you're only just now learning your potential, it's okay." Cheri said, grabbing one of his hands in hers, before turning back to the class. "How about the rest of you? Who here is a virgin?"

Not a lot of hands went up, but it certainly wasn't because the class was full of studs, pride keeping many of them from even acknowledging the question.

"That's what I thought... okay, boys, I'm going to ask you to masturbate again, Demetreus, I want you to fuck me." she said, turning to him with a no nonsense look.

"Hey, when is... is anyone else going to get a chance?" a stubborn looking red headed boy shouted indignantly.

"Once again, I see an angry white boy who thinks he's owed a woman's body..." Ms. Williamson said, "A lesson in itself, but not the lesson I'm teaching right now. Either do as your told, or fail my course and don't graduate. Your choice." she said, giving him an arrogant look.

The boy was clearly mad, but did as he was told.

Ms. Williamson put up a slight partition, around the front of her desk, obscuring anyone in their seat from seeing her clearly, kicking off her sandals once more, and dropping her overalls to the floor, her bare lower half clearly visible to Demetreus as she shimmied her butt back on the desk and spread her legs for him. Her pussy glistening slightly with forming wetness. She looked up, the class now able to see her face and torso in an angle mirror attached to the ceiling, no nudity on display for them.

"Now, I'm watching you, as is our camera, so I don't want to see any liars, or you're out of this class. You will raise your hand when you are finished just like last time, understand?" she said, turning briefly to urge Demetreus closer, taking his thick black cock into her delicate hand. "Once Demetreus is inside me... you can begin."

She guided him to her wet and waiting white pussy, a perfectly shaved masterpiece just waiting for black cock. Demetreus started pushing, Cheri letting out a cry of pleasure and pain as he started working her cervix apart.

"I hope... I hope you can see..." Cheri blurted out, taking quick breaths as he stretched her open, "The look on my face..." she continued, "This... is why black birth rates... are going up..." Cheri winced suddenly, the head of Demetreus' cock hitting the wall of her uterus, a pain she was profoundly familiar with. "BEGIN."

The class watched on in rapturous attention, hands working furiously down pants as they watched her face contort into one of intense nearly orgasmic pleasure, her breath hot and fast, moans coming out with every hard wet slap of Demetreus' balls against her exposed flesh. Demetreus was a natural, leaning in and grabbing her waist, pivoting his hips, his prowess clear as Cheri's legs raised on either side him, her knees buckling repeatedly as she tried to maintain any composure. In no time, hands were starting to go up again, some finishing even faster than before, spurred on by her cries of pleasure, and the look of pained bliss on her face. Once again, Demetreus far outlasted his classmates, sweat dripping down Cheri's face as she reached her own series of climaxes...

"Go ahead... do it baby, cum right inside me." she begged, holding on as hard as she could to savor his release.

Demetreus didn't need to be told twice, pumping even harder and faster, Cheri losing her mind as her eyes rolled back and her mouth hung open, fat jets of superior black DNA pumping directly inside her raw, driving her over the edge into a series of screaming orgasms.

"FUCK FUCK FUUUUUUCK..." Ms. Williamson said, her neck and back arched up, slowly coming back down to rest.

She took several minutes to catch her breath, the class watching on, wishing they had gotten the opportunity themselves.

"Now... now class... you see again..." she gasped, swallowing hard, "He outmatched... you all..."

Demetreus was supremely pleased, but a sudden cold fear struck him, making him lean in closer and whisper to Ms. Williamson.

"You, uh... you're on birth control or something, right..?" he stammered, worried for what he might have just done for his future.

"No... but it's okay... I can't have kids... that's part of the reason... I'm your teacher..." she huffed, giving him a satisfied wink.

"Whew... okay." Demetreus said, letting out some nervous laughter.

"It wouldn't matter even if I could... Take, don't ask." Cheri said, her look turning serious, Demetreus looking intently as her processed what she was saying.

Cheri carefully sat up, sliding her overalls back up and on, followed by her sandals, her hand reaching up and caressing Demetreus face before leaning in and giving him a quick kiss on the side of the mouth.

"Go ahead and have a seat. You earned it" she said, giving him one last wink, Demetreus confidently swaggering back to his desk.

Ms. Williamson removed the barricade, and took her position on the desk edge once more, Demetreus hot load oozing out of her slightly into her coveralls.

"Whew... alright guys, big first day, A LOT to take in." she said, eliciting some laughs from the group, "But it's important that you see the physical aspect of this, as much as the socio-political one."

"But, what were we supposed to be learning... that we're inferior somehow?" A brash looking blonde boy near the front chimed in.

"That's a loaded question, short answer... yes, long answer... this demonstration is meant to expose the presumption of your own superiority, and dismantle it, in order for you to see yourself as you truly are, not from a point of privilege." Cheri said, quoting the notes she was given perfectly, "If you feel inferior, that might just be YOU waking up TO that fact."

Cheri looked down at her wrist watch, realizing time was almost up for the day.

"Alright class, you have a homework assignment tonight." she paused for their groans of disappointment, "But I think you'll like this one... I want you to watch half an hour OR MORE of black male on white female, or females, interracial pornography... I want you to masturbate as much as you feel inclined to, but I want you to also take particular note of the themes presented, as well as the woman's reactions. You'll notice a lot of it is about infidelity, or dominance, white girls being "converted" to black only... this is a power dynamic at play from an oppressed part of society only looking to feel empowered by their physical prowess. I want to see short notes on what videos you watched, which we will discuss briefly before tomorrows lecture and demonstrations." she finished, the boys nodding in enthusiastic approval at their assignment.

The bell rang, and the boys stood, nearly forgetting the rapidly cooling spunk in their pants, many heading right for the restroom to clean up before their next class.

"Demetreus, can you come here for a second?" Cheri said, tilting her glasses down her nose.

He swaggered happily over, giving her a "wassup" nod as he approached.

"Obviously, you don't need to do that assignment, but instead I want you to do another... I want you to try and seduce and sleep with a female classmate. Any one you like. It's not due right away, but sooner would be better... all I need is a photo or selfie for proof, sound fair?" she said, giving him the go ahead of a lifetime.

"Bet." he said, heading out, feeling ready to start conquering the world.

Ms. Williamson retreated briefly to her private washroom to clean herself off and out, sanitizing herself to be prepared for her next class, each one stocked with a minimum of one black student. She peeked out the seem of the door, watching the new class come in and get situated, thinking about how all of them would be at home tonight, spilling seed to the images of white women being fucked by black men, their brains being conditioned at home and at school to get off to black domination. White guilt and fragility was a powerful tool in the modern age, and she would expertly craft whatever narrative it took to shape the world into one that suited the BNWO. She would have to catch up with Mr. Mangrove after school to get updates on his progress, the two of them ready and eager to watch the old world burn.

