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It was the afternoon at the Hollyweather high school.
Joana Simmons, a senior, stood in front of her history class. The blonde and somewhat chubby girl held up her notes in front of her huge chest. Her summer dress that her mother had helped her pick out, showed off a healthy amount of her cleavage.
"And that is why Charles Jackson was such an important founding father." Joana finished her assignment on one of the few black founding fathers. She then looked out at her classmates and over at Isiah Turner, her handsome black history teacher.
"Thank you, Joana, that was an excellent presentation of the honorable Charles Jackson." Isiah walked up to Joana.
"Thank you, Mr. Turner, I hope I did him justice, he was such an important man." Joana had felt so proud when her teacher told her that her assignment would be on such an important black man.
"I think you did Joana." Isiah gave her a reassuring smile, as Joana smiled and walked back to her seat.
"Now I hope all of you appreciate the struggles that Charles Jackson and the other black founding fathers had to go through to pave the way for the black America we all live in today," Isiah told his students.
Joana nodded as she looked up at Isiah. She so hoped that after her presentation today, that he would ask her to stay after class.
"I for one do," Madison Patterson spoke out as she smiled up at her teacher.
As Madison spoke out, the rest of the girls in the classroom including Joana, let out a small disappointing sigh. They all knew who their teacher would ask to stay after class.
Joana looked over at the preppy cheerleader. Like her platinum blonde hair, Madison's face, smile and body were perfect. She had long legs, a tight bubble butt, a slender physique and big perfectly shaped boobs. Though it was common knowledge that she had gotten her boobs done when she turned sixteen. It had been a birthday present from her parents.
The bell then rang.
"That's it for today," Isiah told his students as Joana and everyone else started walking out.
"Madison, would you stay for a bit." Isiah looked over at Madison as he unzipped his pants.
"Of course, Mr. Turner." Madison smiled excitedly.
Joana and some of her classmates who were walking out looked back over at Madison who pulled her top over her head, and then undid the back of her bra, revealing her big tits.
Oh... Joana sighed as the last thing she saw was her teacher pulling out his thick black cock, and Madison getting down on her knees and sucking him.
Outside in the hallway Thomas Hansen adjusted his glasses. The scrawny senior had hurried from a chess club meeting so that he could meet up with Joana. Thomas had been in love with Joana ever since he started school here three years ago when he and his parents moved to town.
"Joana." Thomas smiled and waved his arm as he walked over.
"Hey." Joana held up her hand and smiled back. She had always liked Thomas.
As Thomas awkwardly made his way over to Joana through the crowded hallway, he accidently stepped on his own pants, pulling them and his underwear down to his ankles. At the same time, he lost his balance and tumbled to the floor.
Thomas felt so embarrassed as he heard the hallway fill up with laughter.
"Heh." As Thomas awkwardly made his way up to his feet, he tried to make it off like he had meant to do that, like the star of his favorite tv show, Clumsy Martin.
Clumsy Martin was a popular show about Martin, a white guy in his early thirties and his endless pursuit of catching his luscious blonde wife Jessica in bed with one of her many black men.
Each week the audience would find Jessica in the arms of a new black man. They would then follow her husband Martin's fumbling attempts to get a peek of them together.
What made the show even better was the fact the Martin and Jessica was a couple in real life, and that the sex scenes between Jessica and the black men were also all real, and were shown openly on television.
Due to the success of the show, Martin had been on the cover of the massively popular Cuck Magazine several times.
As Thomas looked over and saw Joana giggling at him, he felt so happy. He loved seeing Joana's beautiful smile and hearing her infectious laugh. So Thomas stood there for a brief moment, with his small penis hanging out, letting her laugh at him as he then said Clumsy Martin's signature;
"Aw shucks." and then smiled awkwardly.
After Thomas had pulled his pants back up, the hallway went back to normal. Though he got a few pats on the back from a couple of black guys.
"Good one," They told him laughing.
"Thank you." Thomas awkwardly thanked them.
"That was cute." Joana smiled over at Thomas who still pretended that he had meant to do that.
"Well you know me, I'm a huge Clumsy Martin fan." Thomas smiled.
"Can I take those?" Thomas looked down at her books, though at the same time he glanced over at her amazingly deep cleavage.
"Sure." Joana handed him her books as she saw him looking at her chest.
As they walked down the hallway they passed a picture of Terrance Hollyweather, the black mayor that founded the city and gave name to the high school.
"Ehm, Joana, would it be okay if I walked you home?" Thomas asked hopingly as school was out for both of them.
"Sure Thomas, I'd like that." Joana enjoyed Thomas's company. He was always so nice, and he could be quite funny as well sometimes. Like back there in the hallway.
"Oh, I almost forgot about the homework assignments." Thomas got nervous for a second as he had almost forgotten to pick up his assignments.
"Do you mind if we just swing by reception before we head out?" Thomas looked over at Joana.
"I don't mind." Joana shook her head as they headed down the hall to the reception.
The reception laid next to the Principal's office, and in front of the teacher's lounge. The door to the reception was open as always. Inside there were several guys waiting in line in front of Mrs. Fitzpatrick's desk. The guys who were waiting were mostly white, though there were also two guys of Asian heritage.
"It should take too long," Thomas told Joana.
"Okay." Joana took a seat as Thomas walked up behind the last guy.
Standing in line, Thomas and the rest of the guys could clearly see into the teacher's lounge, where Ms. Mancini was giving coach Washington a blowjob. The gorgeous Italian woman was the principal's secretary. As each of the guys in the line got their assignments and left, they all looked back for a last look at Ms. Mancini sucking the coach's lengthy black cock.
When there were only two students ahead of Thomas, a grunt was heard from the coach in the teacher's lounge. Thomas's penis had grown to its full length of five inches as he watched Ms. Mancini keep her lips wrapped around the coach's cock. The coach bucked his hips back and forth and jerked his cock inside her mouth.
Thomas and the remaining two guys then watched as Ms. Mancini stood up, wiped her lips with her hand and smile at coach Washington. As she walked out, the coach gave her a smack on her butt, which made her turn around and give him another smile.
"Hi boys." Ms. Mancini smiled as she came out from the teacher's lounge.
"Hi Ms. Mancini." They all noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath her light purple blouse. Her perky breasts were quite discernible through the thin cloth of her blouse.
"Next," Mrs. Fitzpatrick called out as the guy in front of Thomas left.
"Hi, Mrs. Fitzpatrick." Thomas looked at the fifty-two-year-old Irish woman. He had a hard time not looking down at her cleavage, as he jiggly breasts were absolutely pouring out of her bra.
"Ah Thomas, let's see what we have for you." Mrs. Fitzpatrick looked in her file cabinet.
"Here we are, Mr. Conrad has a social studies report that is due this Monday." She handed Thomas Tyrell Conrad's homework.
It was mandatory for each white guy at school to do at least one black guy's homework.
"Thank you." Thomas took Tyrell's homework as Mrs. Fitzpatrick went back to the file cabinet.
"And here's Mr. Bryant's black history homework, it's due this Wednesday,"
"Oh." Thomas paused as he took Adonis Bryant's homework.
Thomas was quite comfortable doing a lot of homework, it's why he was doing both Tyrell's and Adonis's. However, when it came to black history reports, it was extremely important that he did them well. The report was also due in less than a week, so Thomas knew that he had to start researching it straight away.
"See you next week Thomas." Mrs. Fitzpatrick smiled as Thomas waved a bit nervously.
"Are you doing two reports?" Joana had overheard a bit of what Thomas and Mrs. Fitzpatrick had said.
"Yeah." Thomas looked over at Joana whose eyes lit up a bit.
"Oh wow, I'm... kind of impressed." Joana smiled as Thomas look back at her feeling overjoyed.
"Well... we better get home," Thomas said as he knew that he had a lot of work to do.
As the two of them then walked outside they were struck by the warm sun.
"Toasty," Thomas said jokingly.
"Heh, yeah." Joana smiled.
Walking down the school's steps Thomas saw several guys like him carrying the books of the girl next to him. A couple of the girls were even in the company of their black boyfriend.
I wonder if I'll get to do that someday. Carry Joana's and her black boyfriend's books... Thomas wondered and hoped.
Joana and Thomas who both lived in the suburbs, had to walk down a couple of streets from the school and wait for a city bus. When it arrived and they got on the bus, Joana looked for a seat in the front.
"Is this seat taken?" Joana asked a black man who looked to be in his early twenties.
"Nah, have a seat girl." He lustfully looked up at the curvaceous girl.
"Okay, I'll see you when we arrive then." Thomas looked down at Joana who kind of ignored him as she was paying attention to the black guy.
"Mmm, those look homegrown," The black guy told Joana as he looked down at her breasts.
"They are, my grandmother had really huge boobs," Joana told him as Thomas started looking for a seat at the back of the bus.
"Why don't you take those big titties out." Thomas watched and listened for as long as he could, but he knew that he wasn't allowed in the front.
Only women and black men were allowed in the front of the bus.
"Okay." Was the last thing Thomas heard Joana said before walking towards the back.
A couple of seats from the back of the bus, Thomas passed a black man on top of a white woman.
"Oh oh oh yeah yeah yeah." The woman in her late thirties moaned as the black man who was about the same age fucked her hard.
Thomas walked carefully passed them as he didn't want to disturb them.
"Is this seat taken," He asked the three white men who were sitting at the back.
"No son, go ahead," An elderly man in his late seventies told him.
"Was that your girlfriend, young man?" The elderly man had seen Thomas walk onboard with Joana.
"Ehm, no. But I really wish she was." Thomas looked over in Joana's direction.
"Yes, I could tell the moment I saw you walk away from her. You should tell her how you feel," The elderly man told Thomas.
"I wish I could sir." Thomas looked down.
"Young man, I'm going to tell you a secret. Women like nice and polite men. And I can tell that you are both those things." The elderly man had seen that Thomas had been carrying the girl's books, as several of them had Joana's name on them.
"So If you truly like her, then you should tell her," He told Thomas.
"I'll... try sir, thank you," Thomas said politely as the older man nodded.
Besides the elderly man, there was a man in his forties and a younger man in his early thirties. The man in his thirties appeared to be filming the couple having sex, something that had annoyed the man in his forties long enough.
"Hey, if you don't remove that footage right now, I'm going to call the cops," The man in his forties told the younger man.
"No no, it's okay, eh... the woman is my wife, and they asked me to record them," The guy said looking a bit nervous.
"Oh, I see, sorry." The older guy leaned back in his seat as the younger man continued filming.
"Lucky guy," The elderly man said with a small smile on his face.
"Yeah." The man in his forties took out his phone and appeared to be flipping through some photos. He then showed a photo to the elderly man.
"My wife Beth. She sent me this yesterday, on vacation in Jamaica." The man in his forties showed a picture of his wife, holding two black cocks, whilst sucking on of them.
"Beautiful woman." The elderly man reached down for his wallet and took out an old black and white polaroid.
"My wife sue." The picture showed a woman who appeared to be in her early twenties. She was on her back with her legs wrapped around the back of a black man who was on top of her. The had the most enticing smile on her face.
"She's quite beautiful. You still together. If you don't mind me asking." The man in his forties looked over at the elderly man.
"Fifty-six years, but she passed away a few years back," The elderly then said.
"Oh, I'm sorry,"
"Don't be, my Sue knew how to live life. And she gave me three beautiful c***dren." The elderly man took out a few new photos from his wallet.
"This is John, Mary, and Tanika." The pictures showed a white man and woman who resembled the man, and then a black woman who was clearly not his biological daughter.
Though the man in his forties didn't even bat an eye at the sight of the elderly man's black daughter. These days it wasn't uncommon for a married white woman to give birth to a black c***d.
Then suddenly the bus pulled over and a black police officer stepped on board. When he did the man who had been filming started getting rather squirmy. As he got up and walked towards the exit, the man in his forties could tell that something wasn't right, and ran up and grabbed the man with the camera phone.
"Officer," He called out as the younger guy tried to squirm his way free.
"What's going on?" the officer asked.
"This guy, he was filming this couple, he told me that she was his wife, but I don't think so," The man in his forties told the officer who grabbed the younger man with the camera phone.
The officer looked over at the couple, was about just about to ask the woman something when he saw that his fellow black man was emptying his balls on the woman's face.
"Ah ahh." Streams of hot cum splashed onto the woman's smiling face as the black man shot his huge load.
The officer gave his fellow black man time to finish before he asked the woman.
"Ma'am, is this your husband?" The woman still had a blissful look on her face as she licked the cum from her lips. When she looked up at the man with the camera phone she shook her head.
"No officer, he certainly is not."
"Alright mutha fucker, you're coming with me." The officer put handcuffs on the camera guy and pushed him out of the bus. He then smashed the guy's phone and threw the guy to his partner.
The officer then came back up onto the bus.
"Thanks for the help," He told the man in his forties.
"No problem sir, I really despise guys like that," The man said as the officer nodded and agreed.
The officer then waved at the bus driver that he could go.
A few moments later the bus pulled up to Joana's and Thomas's stop. Thomas stood up and said goodbye to the elderly man, as he then stepped off the bus. Thomas had thought about going up front to Joana, but he didn't want to seem impolite.
As Thomas stood there, he looked up and saw Joana lean over and give the black guy she had traveled with a big kiss. When Joana then stepped off the bus, Thomas couldn't help but notice that her chest bounced a little more than usual. Thomas then saw Joana holding a bra as she waved up at the black guy.
"He... seemed like a nice guy." Thomas wanted to be polite.
"He really was." Joana had a smile on her face as she watched the bus leave.
"Would you mind holding this as well?" Joana put her bra up on the books that Thomas held.
"Of... course." Thomas gulped as he put his hand down onto Joana's bra. He couldn't believe that he was touching the thing that had held up her large breasts.
After having walked down the neighbor for a minute, they came up to Joana's house.
Bill Simmons, Joana's father, was outside in his shorts washing a brown Cadillac. He was in average shape for a forty-five-year man. His physique was more flabby than muscular. He looked very diligent as he looked over the Cadillac, making sure he hadn't missed any spots.
"Hi dad." Joana waved as her father looked up.
"Hi pumpkin." Bill finished wiping a spot and then came over to his daughter and Thomas.
"Hey Mr. Simmons," Thomas said politely.
"I see you're carrying my daughter's books as always." Bill teased the young Thomas a little. But he liked the boy. He had seen him with his daughter, always the gentleman.
"Oh, yeah," Thomas said a bit awkwardly as he tried to hide the fact that he was holding his hand over Joana's bra.
"Thank you, Thomas, it was very nice of you to carry my books." Joana took her books but left Thomas holding her bra as she whispered to him.
"You can keep them for tonight." Joana had seen the way Thomas had gulped when she handed him her bra.
"See you tomorrow Thomas." Joana smiled as she waved goodbye to Thomas who walked down the street.
As Joana walked over to the front door, her father walked over to the car.
"You coming, dad?"
"In a few, I just want to make sure that the Cadillac is perfect," Bill told his daughter as he started wiping the car some more.
"Okay dad." Joana looked over at her diligent father. She knew who the Cadillac belonged to, and it wasn't her father.
"Mom," Joana called out as she put down her books on the hallway drawer.
"In the kitchen hon," Karen Simmons called out from the kitchen.
As Joana walked down the hall, she heard sports sounds coming from the television in the living room. When she saw her brunette mother practically naked in the kitchen, only wearing a thong, Joana knew that her uncle Marc was here.
Marc wasn't actually her uncle, it was just something her mother liked her to call him. Marc was this handsome black guy that her mother had been seeing for the last six months. It was his Cadillac that her father was out there washing so diligently.
"Hey mom." Joana looked over at her naked mother walking around in high heels.
"Hey hon." Karen smiled at her daughter as she picked up tray of beef sandwiches that she had prepared for Marc.
At forty-two Karen Simmons looked good. She had tried her best to stay in somewhat good shape over the year, and she had mostly succeeded. Her physique was more thick than thin or chubby. The extra pounds she put on always went to her already big butt. Her breasts were almost as huge as her daughters, though over the years they had started to sag a bit. Even sagging, they looked quite full.
"Hon, would you grab those beers for Marc?" Karen looked over at the beer bottles on the kitchen table.
"Sure mom." Joana walked over to the table. Though before she picked them up she undid her dress and pulled it over her head. Joana knew that Marc like for her to be as naked as her mom.
"Thanks, hon." Karen looked over at her voluptuous daughter.
Joana then walked over to her mother, as the two of them made their way into the living room.
"Hey Marc." Karen looked over at the handsome and half-naked black man who sat on the couch in his underwear watching sports.
"Would you look at that." Marc looked up at the busty mother and daughter.
"Hey uncle Marc." Joana smiled and enjoyed the lustful looks she and her mother got from Marc.
"Get those big titties over here." Marc told them as he watched the jiggly women walk over to sit down next to him.
"Mm mm mm." Marc reached over and grabbed a handful of Karen's breasts and sucked them.
"Ohhh." Karen moaned as she felt her black man suck her nipple.
"Mm, mmm." Marc looked over at Joana and grabbed a handful of one of her huge soft tits and sucked her nipple.
"Mmm." Joana licked her lips moaning. Marc's strong hands felt so good on her boobs.
Marc then suddenly heard something from the television which made him look up.
"Hahaha, look at this token white boy." Marc laughed at the white guy in the two hundred meter dash that was way behind the black athletes. Not only that, but he was also running bottomless, with his small penis flopping up and down as he ran.
"Aww, looks like the little guy is really trying, though." Karen looked at the white guy who had half the sprint left after the black men had finished.
"Hahaha... little guy sure is right." Marc laughed at Karen's hint.
The cameraman then zoomed in on the white guy's face and then on his itty bitty penis, as the black commentators made fun of him.
"Looks like he's been in some cold water," One of them said.
"No, he hasn't," the other commentator said as they laughed as did Marc.
Outside Bill looked at Marc's Cadillac.
Think that it is... Bill looked proudly at the Cadillac. He had spent almost two hours washing his wife's black man's car.
Bill then walked over to the house, and slowly and politely walked over the kitchen and into the living room. There he found his beautiful wife and daughter naked on the couch with Marc. His hands running up and down their smooth thighs.
Bill couldn't help but glance over at his wife's ample breasts. He loved her huge soft breasts, and though he didn't much like looking at his daughter's bare body, he knew that she had inherited her mother's chest.
"Ehm Marc, I'm finished with your car." Bill said as Karen looked over at her polite husband.
"You are huh?" Marc looked up the man whose wife he had been fucking for the last six months.
"Yeah... I think so." Bill started feeling a bit uncertain.
"Now you think so? Well, I better not come out there in the morning and find some dirty spots on it." Marc looked up at Bill.
"Oh... Uhm." Bill started to wonder if he should go out there and check again.
"Bill, I'm about to suck Marc's big black cock here with our daughter's help, so why don't you go out and make sure that his Cadillac is pristine." Karen looked up at her husband.
"Oh, yeah, I'll make sure that it's perfect this time." Bill looked over at Marc as Karen leaned up and pressed her breasts against Marc's face, as he ran his tongue all over them.
Bill felt his small penis strain against the insides of his underwear as he walked outside. He knew that he was probably going to spend the night on the couch, jerking off listening to his wife getting fucked.
"Think it's time for those sweet mouths of yours to get to work." Marc pulled down his underwear as he leaned up and gave Karen a passionate kiss, Joana.
Karen didn't hesitate. She leaned down and started sucking his thick black cock as Joana leaned down and licked and sucked Marc's big balls.
"Ahh." Marc smiled to himself as he picked up a beef sandwich and leaned back on the couch.
"That's it." Marc took a bite whilst getting his cock sucked by a mother and daughter.
Once he finished his sandwich, Marc was going to fuck both women right here on the couch.
Outside Bill had started to wash the Cadillac again. He stepped back a bit as he rinsed it, hoping to get a glimpse of his wife through the window, but there was too much glare.
"Hey Bill." Bill looked over and saw Daniel and Vivian Choi, his neighbors down the street.
"Hey Daniel, Vivian." Bill was so envious of Daniel. Daniel had told him that he always got to watch when his wife's black boyfriend came over to fuck her ass.
"Washing Marc's car I see." Vivian had visited a few times when Marc was over.
"Yeah, he's in there with Karen and Joana." Bill wished that he could be in there watching his wife with Marc.
"Oh that reminds me dear, I think Christina is putting up another video today," Vivian talked about her nineteen-year-old daughter Christina. Christina had a website where she put up videos of herself getting anal gang banged. She had gotten her love for getting butt fucked from her mother.
Vivian and her daughter were very close, talking over the phone daily. Sometimes they even skyped when they were both getting butt fucked.
"Well see you, Bill." Daniel and Vivian waved as they continued down the street.
"See you." Bill got back to washing Marc's Cadillac. He was determined to get it pristine this time.
To be continued...
Joana Simmons, a senior, stood in front of her history class. The blonde and somewhat chubby girl held up her notes in front of her huge chest. Her summer dress that her mother had helped her pick out, showed off a healthy amount of her cleavage.
"And that is why Charles Jackson was such an important founding father." Joana finished her assignment on one of the few black founding fathers. She then looked out at her classmates and over at Isiah Turner, her handsome black history teacher.
"Thank you, Joana, that was an excellent presentation of the honorable Charles Jackson." Isiah walked up to Joana.
"Thank you, Mr. Turner, I hope I did him justice, he was such an important man." Joana had felt so proud when her teacher told her that her assignment would be on such an important black man.
"I think you did Joana." Isiah gave her a reassuring smile, as Joana smiled and walked back to her seat.
"Now I hope all of you appreciate the struggles that Charles Jackson and the other black founding fathers had to go through to pave the way for the black America we all live in today," Isiah told his students.
Joana nodded as she looked up at Isiah. She so hoped that after her presentation today, that he would ask her to stay after class.
"I for one do," Madison Patterson spoke out as she smiled up at her teacher.
As Madison spoke out, the rest of the girls in the classroom including Joana, let out a small disappointing sigh. They all knew who their teacher would ask to stay after class.
Joana looked over at the preppy cheerleader. Like her platinum blonde hair, Madison's face, smile and body were perfect. She had long legs, a tight bubble butt, a slender physique and big perfectly shaped boobs. Though it was common knowledge that she had gotten her boobs done when she turned sixteen. It had been a birthday present from her parents.
The bell then rang.
"That's it for today," Isiah told his students as Joana and everyone else started walking out.
"Madison, would you stay for a bit." Isiah looked over at Madison as he unzipped his pants.
"Of course, Mr. Turner." Madison smiled excitedly.
Joana and some of her classmates who were walking out looked back over at Madison who pulled her top over her head, and then undid the back of her bra, revealing her big tits.
Oh... Joana sighed as the last thing she saw was her teacher pulling out his thick black cock, and Madison getting down on her knees and sucking him.
Outside in the hallway Thomas Hansen adjusted his glasses. The scrawny senior had hurried from a chess club meeting so that he could meet up with Joana. Thomas had been in love with Joana ever since he started school here three years ago when he and his parents moved to town.
"Joana." Thomas smiled and waved his arm as he walked over.
"Hey." Joana held up her hand and smiled back. She had always liked Thomas.
As Thomas awkwardly made his way over to Joana through the crowded hallway, he accidently stepped on his own pants, pulling them and his underwear down to his ankles. At the same time, he lost his balance and tumbled to the floor.
Thomas felt so embarrassed as he heard the hallway fill up with laughter.
"Heh." As Thomas awkwardly made his way up to his feet, he tried to make it off like he had meant to do that, like the star of his favorite tv show, Clumsy Martin.
Clumsy Martin was a popular show about Martin, a white guy in his early thirties and his endless pursuit of catching his luscious blonde wife Jessica in bed with one of her many black men.
Each week the audience would find Jessica in the arms of a new black man. They would then follow her husband Martin's fumbling attempts to get a peek of them together.
What made the show even better was the fact the Martin and Jessica was a couple in real life, and that the sex scenes between Jessica and the black men were also all real, and were shown openly on television.
Due to the success of the show, Martin had been on the cover of the massively popular Cuck Magazine several times.
As Thomas looked over and saw Joana giggling at him, he felt so happy. He loved seeing Joana's beautiful smile and hearing her infectious laugh. So Thomas stood there for a brief moment, with his small penis hanging out, letting her laugh at him as he then said Clumsy Martin's signature;
"Aw shucks." and then smiled awkwardly.
After Thomas had pulled his pants back up, the hallway went back to normal. Though he got a few pats on the back from a couple of black guys.
"Good one," They told him laughing.
"Thank you." Thomas awkwardly thanked them.
"That was cute." Joana smiled over at Thomas who still pretended that he had meant to do that.
"Well you know me, I'm a huge Clumsy Martin fan." Thomas smiled.
"Can I take those?" Thomas looked down at her books, though at the same time he glanced over at her amazingly deep cleavage.
"Sure." Joana handed him her books as she saw him looking at her chest.
As they walked down the hallway they passed a picture of Terrance Hollyweather, the black mayor that founded the city and gave name to the high school.
"Ehm, Joana, would it be okay if I walked you home?" Thomas asked hopingly as school was out for both of them.
"Sure Thomas, I'd like that." Joana enjoyed Thomas's company. He was always so nice, and he could be quite funny as well sometimes. Like back there in the hallway.
"Oh, I almost forgot about the homework assignments." Thomas got nervous for a second as he had almost forgotten to pick up his assignments.
"Do you mind if we just swing by reception before we head out?" Thomas looked over at Joana.
"I don't mind." Joana shook her head as they headed down the hall to the reception.
The reception laid next to the Principal's office, and in front of the teacher's lounge. The door to the reception was open as always. Inside there were several guys waiting in line in front of Mrs. Fitzpatrick's desk. The guys who were waiting were mostly white, though there were also two guys of Asian heritage.
"It should take too long," Thomas told Joana.
"Okay." Joana took a seat as Thomas walked up behind the last guy.
Standing in line, Thomas and the rest of the guys could clearly see into the teacher's lounge, where Ms. Mancini was giving coach Washington a blowjob. The gorgeous Italian woman was the principal's secretary. As each of the guys in the line got their assignments and left, they all looked back for a last look at Ms. Mancini sucking the coach's lengthy black cock.
When there were only two students ahead of Thomas, a grunt was heard from the coach in the teacher's lounge. Thomas's penis had grown to its full length of five inches as he watched Ms. Mancini keep her lips wrapped around the coach's cock. The coach bucked his hips back and forth and jerked his cock inside her mouth.
Thomas and the remaining two guys then watched as Ms. Mancini stood up, wiped her lips with her hand and smile at coach Washington. As she walked out, the coach gave her a smack on her butt, which made her turn around and give him another smile.
"Hi boys." Ms. Mancini smiled as she came out from the teacher's lounge.
"Hi Ms. Mancini." They all noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath her light purple blouse. Her perky breasts were quite discernible through the thin cloth of her blouse.
"Next," Mrs. Fitzpatrick called out as the guy in front of Thomas left.
"Hi, Mrs. Fitzpatrick." Thomas looked at the fifty-two-year-old Irish woman. He had a hard time not looking down at her cleavage, as he jiggly breasts were absolutely pouring out of her bra.
"Ah Thomas, let's see what we have for you." Mrs. Fitzpatrick looked in her file cabinet.
"Here we are, Mr. Conrad has a social studies report that is due this Monday." She handed Thomas Tyrell Conrad's homework.
It was mandatory for each white guy at school to do at least one black guy's homework.
"Thank you." Thomas took Tyrell's homework as Mrs. Fitzpatrick went back to the file cabinet.
"And here's Mr. Bryant's black history homework, it's due this Wednesday,"
"Oh." Thomas paused as he took Adonis Bryant's homework.
Thomas was quite comfortable doing a lot of homework, it's why he was doing both Tyrell's and Adonis's. However, when it came to black history reports, it was extremely important that he did them well. The report was also due in less than a week, so Thomas knew that he had to start researching it straight away.
"See you next week Thomas." Mrs. Fitzpatrick smiled as Thomas waved a bit nervously.
"Are you doing two reports?" Joana had overheard a bit of what Thomas and Mrs. Fitzpatrick had said.
"Yeah." Thomas looked over at Joana whose eyes lit up a bit.
"Oh wow, I'm... kind of impressed." Joana smiled as Thomas look back at her feeling overjoyed.
"Well... we better get home," Thomas said as he knew that he had a lot of work to do.
As the two of them then walked outside they were struck by the warm sun.
"Toasty," Thomas said jokingly.
"Heh, yeah." Joana smiled.
Walking down the school's steps Thomas saw several guys like him carrying the books of the girl next to him. A couple of the girls were even in the company of their black boyfriend.
I wonder if I'll get to do that someday. Carry Joana's and her black boyfriend's books... Thomas wondered and hoped.
Joana and Thomas who both lived in the suburbs, had to walk down a couple of streets from the school and wait for a city bus. When it arrived and they got on the bus, Joana looked for a seat in the front.
"Is this seat taken?" Joana asked a black man who looked to be in his early twenties.
"Nah, have a seat girl." He lustfully looked up at the curvaceous girl.
"Okay, I'll see you when we arrive then." Thomas looked down at Joana who kind of ignored him as she was paying attention to the black guy.
"Mmm, those look homegrown," The black guy told Joana as he looked down at her breasts.
"They are, my grandmother had really huge boobs," Joana told him as Thomas started looking for a seat at the back of the bus.
"Why don't you take those big titties out." Thomas watched and listened for as long as he could, but he knew that he wasn't allowed in the front.
Only women and black men were allowed in the front of the bus.
"Okay." Was the last thing Thomas heard Joana said before walking towards the back.
A couple of seats from the back of the bus, Thomas passed a black man on top of a white woman.
"Oh oh oh yeah yeah yeah." The woman in her late thirties moaned as the black man who was about the same age fucked her hard.
Thomas walked carefully passed them as he didn't want to disturb them.
"Is this seat taken," He asked the three white men who were sitting at the back.
"No son, go ahead," An elderly man in his late seventies told him.
"Was that your girlfriend, young man?" The elderly man had seen Thomas walk onboard with Joana.
"Ehm, no. But I really wish she was." Thomas looked over in Joana's direction.
"Yes, I could tell the moment I saw you walk away from her. You should tell her how you feel," The elderly man told Thomas.
"I wish I could sir." Thomas looked down.
"Young man, I'm going to tell you a secret. Women like nice and polite men. And I can tell that you are both those things." The elderly man had seen that Thomas had been carrying the girl's books, as several of them had Joana's name on them.
"So If you truly like her, then you should tell her," He told Thomas.
"I'll... try sir, thank you," Thomas said politely as the older man nodded.
Besides the elderly man, there was a man in his forties and a younger man in his early thirties. The man in his thirties appeared to be filming the couple having sex, something that had annoyed the man in his forties long enough.
"Hey, if you don't remove that footage right now, I'm going to call the cops," The man in his forties told the younger man.
"No no, it's okay, eh... the woman is my wife, and they asked me to record them," The guy said looking a bit nervous.
"Oh, I see, sorry." The older guy leaned back in his seat as the younger man continued filming.
"Lucky guy," The elderly man said with a small smile on his face.
"Yeah." The man in his forties took out his phone and appeared to be flipping through some photos. He then showed a photo to the elderly man.
"My wife Beth. She sent me this yesterday, on vacation in Jamaica." The man in his forties showed a picture of his wife, holding two black cocks, whilst sucking on of them.
"Beautiful woman." The elderly man reached down for his wallet and took out an old black and white polaroid.
"My wife sue." The picture showed a woman who appeared to be in her early twenties. She was on her back with her legs wrapped around the back of a black man who was on top of her. The had the most enticing smile on her face.
"She's quite beautiful. You still together. If you don't mind me asking." The man in his forties looked over at the elderly man.
"Fifty-six years, but she passed away a few years back," The elderly then said.
"Oh, I'm sorry,"
"Don't be, my Sue knew how to live life. And she gave me three beautiful c***dren." The elderly man took out a few new photos from his wallet.
"This is John, Mary, and Tanika." The pictures showed a white man and woman who resembled the man, and then a black woman who was clearly not his biological daughter.
Though the man in his forties didn't even bat an eye at the sight of the elderly man's black daughter. These days it wasn't uncommon for a married white woman to give birth to a black c***d.
Then suddenly the bus pulled over and a black police officer stepped on board. When he did the man who had been filming started getting rather squirmy. As he got up and walked towards the exit, the man in his forties could tell that something wasn't right, and ran up and grabbed the man with the camera phone.
"Officer," He called out as the younger guy tried to squirm his way free.
"What's going on?" the officer asked.
"This guy, he was filming this couple, he told me that she was his wife, but I don't think so," The man in his forties told the officer who grabbed the younger man with the camera phone.
The officer looked over at the couple, was about just about to ask the woman something when he saw that his fellow black man was emptying his balls on the woman's face.
"Ah ahh." Streams of hot cum splashed onto the woman's smiling face as the black man shot his huge load.
The officer gave his fellow black man time to finish before he asked the woman.
"Ma'am, is this your husband?" The woman still had a blissful look on her face as she licked the cum from her lips. When she looked up at the man with the camera phone she shook her head.
"No officer, he certainly is not."
"Alright mutha fucker, you're coming with me." The officer put handcuffs on the camera guy and pushed him out of the bus. He then smashed the guy's phone and threw the guy to his partner.
The officer then came back up onto the bus.
"Thanks for the help," He told the man in his forties.
"No problem sir, I really despise guys like that," The man said as the officer nodded and agreed.
The officer then waved at the bus driver that he could go.
A few moments later the bus pulled up to Joana's and Thomas's stop. Thomas stood up and said goodbye to the elderly man, as he then stepped off the bus. Thomas had thought about going up front to Joana, but he didn't want to seem impolite.
As Thomas stood there, he looked up and saw Joana lean over and give the black guy she had traveled with a big kiss. When Joana then stepped off the bus, Thomas couldn't help but notice that her chest bounced a little more than usual. Thomas then saw Joana holding a bra as she waved up at the black guy.
"He... seemed like a nice guy." Thomas wanted to be polite.
"He really was." Joana had a smile on her face as she watched the bus leave.
"Would you mind holding this as well?" Joana put her bra up on the books that Thomas held.
"Of... course." Thomas gulped as he put his hand down onto Joana's bra. He couldn't believe that he was touching the thing that had held up her large breasts.
After having walked down the neighbor for a minute, they came up to Joana's house.
Bill Simmons, Joana's father, was outside in his shorts washing a brown Cadillac. He was in average shape for a forty-five-year man. His physique was more flabby than muscular. He looked very diligent as he looked over the Cadillac, making sure he hadn't missed any spots.
"Hi dad." Joana waved as her father looked up.
"Hi pumpkin." Bill finished wiping a spot and then came over to his daughter and Thomas.
"Hey Mr. Simmons," Thomas said politely.
"I see you're carrying my daughter's books as always." Bill teased the young Thomas a little. But he liked the boy. He had seen him with his daughter, always the gentleman.
"Oh, yeah," Thomas said a bit awkwardly as he tried to hide the fact that he was holding his hand over Joana's bra.
"Thank you, Thomas, it was very nice of you to carry my books." Joana took her books but left Thomas holding her bra as she whispered to him.
"You can keep them for tonight." Joana had seen the way Thomas had gulped when she handed him her bra.
"See you tomorrow Thomas." Joana smiled as she waved goodbye to Thomas who walked down the street.
As Joana walked over to the front door, her father walked over to the car.
"You coming, dad?"
"In a few, I just want to make sure that the Cadillac is perfect," Bill told his daughter as he started wiping the car some more.
"Okay dad." Joana looked over at her diligent father. She knew who the Cadillac belonged to, and it wasn't her father.
"Mom," Joana called out as she put down her books on the hallway drawer.
"In the kitchen hon," Karen Simmons called out from the kitchen.
As Joana walked down the hall, she heard sports sounds coming from the television in the living room. When she saw her brunette mother practically naked in the kitchen, only wearing a thong, Joana knew that her uncle Marc was here.
Marc wasn't actually her uncle, it was just something her mother liked her to call him. Marc was this handsome black guy that her mother had been seeing for the last six months. It was his Cadillac that her father was out there washing so diligently.
"Hey mom." Joana looked over at her naked mother walking around in high heels.
"Hey hon." Karen smiled at her daughter as she picked up tray of beef sandwiches that she had prepared for Marc.
At forty-two Karen Simmons looked good. She had tried her best to stay in somewhat good shape over the year, and she had mostly succeeded. Her physique was more thick than thin or chubby. The extra pounds she put on always went to her already big butt. Her breasts were almost as huge as her daughters, though over the years they had started to sag a bit. Even sagging, they looked quite full.
"Hon, would you grab those beers for Marc?" Karen looked over at the beer bottles on the kitchen table.
"Sure mom." Joana walked over to the table. Though before she picked them up she undid her dress and pulled it over her head. Joana knew that Marc like for her to be as naked as her mom.
"Thanks, hon." Karen looked over at her voluptuous daughter.
Joana then walked over to her mother, as the two of them made their way into the living room.
"Hey Marc." Karen looked over at the handsome and half-naked black man who sat on the couch in his underwear watching sports.
"Would you look at that." Marc looked up at the busty mother and daughter.
"Hey uncle Marc." Joana smiled and enjoyed the lustful looks she and her mother got from Marc.
"Get those big titties over here." Marc told them as he watched the jiggly women walk over to sit down next to him.
"Mm mm mm." Marc reached over and grabbed a handful of Karen's breasts and sucked them.
"Ohhh." Karen moaned as she felt her black man suck her nipple.
"Mm, mmm." Marc looked over at Joana and grabbed a handful of one of her huge soft tits and sucked her nipple.
"Mmm." Joana licked her lips moaning. Marc's strong hands felt so good on her boobs.
Marc then suddenly heard something from the television which made him look up.
"Hahaha, look at this token white boy." Marc laughed at the white guy in the two hundred meter dash that was way behind the black athletes. Not only that, but he was also running bottomless, with his small penis flopping up and down as he ran.
"Aww, looks like the little guy is really trying, though." Karen looked at the white guy who had half the sprint left after the black men had finished.
"Hahaha... little guy sure is right." Marc laughed at Karen's hint.
The cameraman then zoomed in on the white guy's face and then on his itty bitty penis, as the black commentators made fun of him.
"Looks like he's been in some cold water," One of them said.
"No, he hasn't," the other commentator said as they laughed as did Marc.
Outside Bill looked at Marc's Cadillac.
Think that it is... Bill looked proudly at the Cadillac. He had spent almost two hours washing his wife's black man's car.
Bill then walked over to the house, and slowly and politely walked over the kitchen and into the living room. There he found his beautiful wife and daughter naked on the couch with Marc. His hands running up and down their smooth thighs.
Bill couldn't help but glance over at his wife's ample breasts. He loved her huge soft breasts, and though he didn't much like looking at his daughter's bare body, he knew that she had inherited her mother's chest.
"Ehm Marc, I'm finished with your car." Bill said as Karen looked over at her polite husband.
"You are huh?" Marc looked up the man whose wife he had been fucking for the last six months.
"Yeah... I think so." Bill started feeling a bit uncertain.
"Now you think so? Well, I better not come out there in the morning and find some dirty spots on it." Marc looked up at Bill.
"Oh... Uhm." Bill started to wonder if he should go out there and check again.
"Bill, I'm about to suck Marc's big black cock here with our daughter's help, so why don't you go out and make sure that his Cadillac is pristine." Karen looked up at her husband.
"Oh, yeah, I'll make sure that it's perfect this time." Bill looked over at Marc as Karen leaned up and pressed her breasts against Marc's face, as he ran his tongue all over them.
Bill felt his small penis strain against the insides of his underwear as he walked outside. He knew that he was probably going to spend the night on the couch, jerking off listening to his wife getting fucked.
"Think it's time for those sweet mouths of yours to get to work." Marc pulled down his underwear as he leaned up and gave Karen a passionate kiss, Joana.
Karen didn't hesitate. She leaned down and started sucking his thick black cock as Joana leaned down and licked and sucked Marc's big balls.
"Ahh." Marc smiled to himself as he picked up a beef sandwich and leaned back on the couch.
"That's it." Marc took a bite whilst getting his cock sucked by a mother and daughter.
Once he finished his sandwich, Marc was going to fuck both women right here on the couch.
Outside Bill had started to wash the Cadillac again. He stepped back a bit as he rinsed it, hoping to get a glimpse of his wife through the window, but there was too much glare.
"Hey Bill." Bill looked over and saw Daniel and Vivian Choi, his neighbors down the street.
"Hey Daniel, Vivian." Bill was so envious of Daniel. Daniel had told him that he always got to watch when his wife's black boyfriend came over to fuck her ass.
"Washing Marc's car I see." Vivian had visited a few times when Marc was over.
"Yeah, he's in there with Karen and Joana." Bill wished that he could be in there watching his wife with Marc.
"Oh that reminds me dear, I think Christina is putting up another video today," Vivian talked about her nineteen-year-old daughter Christina. Christina had a website where she put up videos of herself getting anal gang banged. She had gotten her love for getting butt fucked from her mother.
Vivian and her daughter were very close, talking over the phone daily. Sometimes they even skyped when they were both getting butt fucked.
"Well see you, Bill." Daniel and Vivian waved as they continued down the street.
"See you." Bill got back to washing Marc's Cadillac. He was determined to get it pristine this time.
To be continued...
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