BLACKED High School - Chapter 1-6

Author: BLACKED_boi​

Chapter 4: Mommy Knows Best​

Austin allows Terry to guide him along to their sex-ed class, still riding the high of acquiring his first girlfriend. With Terry there to ground him, Austin’s climax has simmered down, but as the memory of Nancy’s kiss plays on repeat in his head, his weewee still leaks out a small steady stream of cum, dribbling a trail behind the whiteboi as he walks the halls.

Terry has been supportive of his brand new relationship and even congratulated him on it, but Austin can’t help but notice that Terry seems saddened as well.

“Terry?” Austin prompts, nervously rubbing his thumbs together. “Did you also want to ask out Nancy? You just seem upset it all…”

The black boy gives his buttcheek a reassuring pat, shaking his head. “Nah. It’s just…Actually, I was kinda planning on eventually asking you—“

Their conversation is interrupted when they turn the corner and almost walk straight into Headmistress Snow. For a split second, Austin believes he sees a fond smile on Snow’s face as she looks at the two of them before she shifts it into her usual grimace.

“Good, I was hoping to catch you before you started class, babydick.” She cants her hip and crosses her arms, glaring down at him. It hurts Austin a little less now that he knows it’s all an act, but it’s still embarrassing. “I was watching the stream when you were out at recess and I noticed something. I forgot to tell you about one of the side-effects of the penis shrinking cream I applied to you.”

Austin’s face pales, shooting a nervous glance down at his leaking peepee. ‘What now?’ He thought.

Snow holds up his little acorn with the tip of her riding crop. “You should know that any further shrinking will last until the cream wears off in a month. Seeing as how it’s shrunk down to a quarter of an inch because of the cold air outdoors, that’s what you’ll be working with for the next four weeks.”

Well, she could have warned him about that before! He wouldn’t have gone outside! “But…what do I do now?”

Turning to walk away, Snow shoots him a parting smirk. “I’d recommend that you avoid any cold showers, unless you want it to stick until October…”

Somehow, his already pathetically tiny white dick twitches with excitement at the thought of being shrunken even more. But it can’t possibly shrink much further…It’s already a fourth of an inch!

Like a gentleman, Terry holds the door open for Austin as they enter the sex-ed class together and go sit at their desks. At this point it was a given that they would be sitting together whenever possible in their studies.

As the other boys gradually enter the class and the bell rings, Austin can’t help but gawk at their sex education teacher — Professor Mitsuru Kuro. She was Japanese! This was Austin’s first time ever seeing an asian person and he drank in the exotic sight.

Kuro’s silky black hair trailed halfway down her back, contrasting against the white button-up blouse she was wearing with her black pencil-skirt. She looked to be all business, yet at the same time her delicate eastern features made her hauntingly beautiful.

“Good afternoon, class. I look forward to teaching all of you about the ins-and-outs of sexual intercourse over the next five years.” She gives a humble bow, showing off her cleavage to the drone levitating in front of her.

With a few taps to the holodisplay emanating from her wristwatch, Kuro causes a massive screen to descend from the ceiling as the lights dim.

“We’re going to start today’s class by watching a video about an experimental form of raising children in the BNWO. This is a relatively new study being researched by the worlds leading expert in child psychology — Doctor Tilda Ivory.”

“Mommy?” Austin breathes out in disbelief. His mother had never told him the specifics of her job before, but he didn’t know she was THIS important.

A video begins playing on the massive screen for all the boys in attendance. Austin’s eyes widen at the sight of his mommy on some talk show, sitting opposite a big burly black man in a suit.

“I want to thank you so much for coming here to speak with us today, Dr Ivory!” The host stands up and moves to sit right beside her on the couch.

“The pleasure’s all mine,” Tilda winks, resting her hand on his thigh.

“So, tell us about this new research of yours,” the black man prompts, looking interested.

“Well, I’ve been working with children my whole life, boys in particular. And I fully support the twelve year period where they get to live simple lives before they hit puberty. I think it’s an important part of the growing process.” Tilda runs her hand up and down the man’s leg as she speaks.

“But?”

“But,” she continues. “The eventual transition into the BNWO can be very stressful, especially for whitebois. So, when my son Austin was born I saw it as a unique opportunity to try out some new methods to better prepare whitebois like himself during their formative years.”

Dozens of photos flash by the screen as Tilda speaks. All the images are of Austin between the ages of zero to twelve, and he’s naked in every single one of them.

Feeling his face heat nuclear red as the class giggles at his embarrassing childhood photos, the only thing preventing Austin from cumming like crazy is Terry’s supportive hand gripping his bare thigh.

The black host rubs his chin contemplatively. “Interesting…And your son still doesn’t know about the BNWO, correct?”

Tilda shakes her head. “He’s only starting high school tomorrow.” Ah, so this is a recent recording then, from only a few days ago.

“So, you’re still keeping your son oblivious to the BNWO until he hits puberty, as the law states you should. Then, what exactly have you been doing differently while raising young Austin?”

Tilda smiles warmly at the black man, moving her hand down to cup his impressive bulge. “I love my son more than anything. I want him to be happy. I believed I could make his life easier with this idea of mine, and the results speak for themselves! Ever since Austin’s conception I’ve worked tirelessly to subtly encourage behaviour conducive to the BNWO. All throughout his childhood, without actually revealing anything, I have chipped away at his subconscious, turning him into the perfect little sissy!”

“This sounds truly inspired, Ms Ivory.” The man’s cock visibly hardens and swells in her hand as she fondles him through his trousers. “And what do you call this new practice of yours?”

“I’ve been referring to it as Pre-Cuck,” Tilda beams proudly.

Even with Terry’s hand on him, Austin can’t help but start thrusting up in his chair. He has never been so embarrassed before, and after the past two days that’s really saying something…

His mommy had really been turning him into a cuck his whole life? But he can’t remember anything like that! Except for maybe the ‘little white worm’ comments, but that’s it!

The show cuts to what appears to be a home movie of a younger Tilda Ivory with a big baby bump in her stomach. It’s surreal for Austin to see footage of himself before he’d even been born.

He watches in confusion as his pregnant mother opens her laptop and begins playing a video of what sounds like a hardcore interracial gang bang. It’s especially shocking because of how vocal the woman in the video is, as she screams about how fantastic black cocks make her feel, and how pin-dicked whitebois could never satisfy her.

Tilda then pulls out a pair of headphones and plugs it into the laptop. Austin’s jaw drops in surprise as his mother fondly presses the headphones against her pregnant stomach.

“Walk us through what’s going on here.” The host’s eighteen inch erection is fished out of his fly by Tilda.

“I theorized that playing BNWO approved videos for my unborn child would help to get him started on the right foot. From the moment I found out I was pregnant until the delivery date I played pornographic videos for Austin to listen to in my womb twice a day. Cuckold porn, sissy hypno, small penis humiliation — the basics. For obvious reasons, it’s hard to quantify the treatment’s effectiveness, but I noticed from birth that he was noticeably more effeminate than the other babies, so I stand by the experiment.”

A traitorous spurt of precum dribbles from Austin’s weenie. His mommy had been cuckolding him IN THE WOMB?!

The next scene that plays helps to calm him down slightly. Tilda can be seem cradling an infant Austin in her arms as she feeds him with a bottle. Seeing his mother care for him warms his heart, but the feeling is short lived.

The video cuts to Tilda using both hands to jerk off a gigantic black cock as she milks thick ropes of pearly white cum from it. The problem is, Tilda holds one of Austin’s baby bottles in front of the man’s cockhead. The bottle quickly fills to the brim and Tilda hastens to fetch another empty bottle. By the time the black man has finally stopped orgasming, Tilda has filled up fourteen baby bottles. Which a thankful smile, Tilda places them all into a tray and slides them into her fridge. “There’s my son’s food for the week!”

Switching back to the talk show, where Tilda is absently stroking the hosts BBC, his mother begins explaining the clip they’d just seen.

“You see, I wanted to get Austin used to the taste of superior black cum from birth. After the black pill changed our physiology, black men’s sperm became almost as nutritious as a woman’s milk, so I thought ‘why not?’ From here on, I fully endorse feeding young whitebois nothing but cum while a woman’s milk would be reserved for black babies.” There’s a brief video of Tilda breastfeeding two black babies at once while she explains this.

The host nods along, not even seeming to acknowledge or appreciate Tilda taking the time to stroke him off. “And how long did you do this for?”

“Oh, I never stopped.” Tilda laughs, swiping her thumb across his wide tip. “I fed him cum for every meal until he was four years old, because I knew he wouldn’t remember. Since then, I’ve mixed a generous amount in to all of his drinks and meals. He’s so used to the taste that he’s never noticed!”

Feeling betrayed and unbearably aroused, Austin tries to pinch the tip of his dinky to prevent it from squirting. It works as a temporary fix, but it almost feels like a rushing flood threatening to topple a dam.

“Finally, and I cannot stress this enough, I wanted to talk about the importance of chastity training,” Tilda implores, spitting on to the hosts cock to lubricate her strokes.

“Chastity training?” The host frowns. “A great deal of adult whitebois are caged of course, but what does that have to do with your son?”

Austin pouts sullenly. He remembers chastity training…Mommy had promised him that the device would make his thing grow really big but clearly that didn’t work, so he doesn’t know why she’s bringing it up!

Tilda pulls out a set of cock cages, each of them is smaller than the last until she finally retrieves the tiniest one — a micro-chastity device that isn’t meant to contain a penis so much as push it flat into your pubis. It resembles a quarter with holes drilled into it so that you could still urinate without having to take it off.

“I told Austin that these would make his penis bigger. If you’ve seen my recent photos and videos of him that I post to my social media, you know that was clearly a lie…” she drily jokes, as the studio audience chuckles.

“The shrinking effects of chastity in adult males are only temporary unfortunately. They’ll make your penis much smaller, but after spending a few weeks out of chastity, it’ll gradually return to its original size…”

Photos pop up on screen of his mommy fastening chastity devices onto his tiny prepubescent dick over the years. It stops on a still of Austin when he had been six years old, smiling trustfully as his mommy locks a tiny pink cage around his prick.

“My hypothesis was that if my whiteboi was caged all throughout his childhood, it would help to stunt his genital growth. From when he was in diapers to a couple months after his twelfth birthday, he was constantly caged, preventing his clitty from growing naturally.” A video from Tilda’s Clitter account shows Austin completely naked with the micro-chastity equipped. He is sitting at a table with his legs spread, not knowing that his mother had been filming. He happily blows out the candles on an Oreo cake in front of him with the number twelve on top. The post has half a million likes and one hundred thousand retweets.

“And? Was your hypothesis proven true?” The host asks, unbuttoning his trousers and sliding them down to his knees to give Tilda better access.

Tilda laughs brightly. “You tell me!” She pulls up the photo she had discreetly taken of Austin’s babydick when she’d gone to visit him the day before school started. Everyone in the studio audience bursts out laughing at the sight of the shocked whiteboi trying to grab his mother’s phone away from her as his meagre weewee jiggles around.

“Wow…To think he’s stuck with that for the rest of his life…” the host muses, squinting and pulling out his glasses so that he can actually see Austin’s penis. “You know…It actually seems abnormally small now that you mention it. Have you measured it yet?”

Tilda coyly taps the side of her nose. “That’s a secret for now, but I’m sure you’ll hear more about my son’s length tomorrow!”

“Well, I’ve got to say, this is some outstanding work Ms Ivory! Did you have any closing advice for parents at home before we need to cut to commercial?”

“If anyone is interested in starting Pre-Cuck with their own white babies there’s hundreds more tips and tricks in my book! For example, splicing secret frames of interracial porn into your son’s cartoons, having him walk around naked when spending quality time together to get him used to nudity, and you should ALWAYS be teasing your white son about his limp little shrimpdick, 24/7. But you should also do it kindly, that way he’ll come to associate penis humiliation with positive, warm feelings. I’ve been calling Austin’s peepee my ‘little white worm’ for years as a term of endearment and you should see the way be blushes!” Tilda gives a motherly smile to the camera.

Tilda stands and wiggles her panties down her legs from underneath her skirt, she moves to stand in front of the black host but has one final parting statement for the cameras beforehand. “More than anything, I just want my little Austin to be happy. And the only way for a whiteboi to be happy in this world is to be a wimpy sissy. Well, if that’s the case I’m determined to make him the wimpiest sissy there ever was! My sweet, kind-hearted boi deserves it!”

Slowly, Tilda begins lowering herself into the black man’s lap with a long drawn out moan. Thankfully, Professor Kuro cuts the video short there, despite the groaning from the black boys who wanted to see Tilda get fucked.

“As you can see, Tilda Ivory is a true visionary,” Mitsuru states, sending the giant monitor back into its slot in the ceiling. “Given Austin’s exemplary demeanour and outstandingly small willy, the government has since taken Ms Ivory’s research more seriously and has been looking to her for advice on how to improve our curriculum. We will be testing one of her new sex education methods today. Please welcome a very special guest, Tilda Ivory!”

Austin’s eyes widen when his mommy saunters into the classroom, quickly wiggling her fingers in a cheery greeting to him. The pressure builds in his red -hot wiener as Austin struggles to hold back his orgasm.

Mitsuru bows in deference to Tilda and allows her guest to momentarily take over the class.

“Hello, boys! It’s so nice to meet you! Now, none of you have actually seen any real sex happen yet. The thing is, you’re going to be seeing A LOT of it soon, so the sooner you’re exposed to it, the better. I thought it might make it seem less scary if you all get to see what it’s like first!” Austin jolts at the sound of his desk whirring in front of him. A panel opens in the side of the desk and a startlingly realistic white pocket pussy pops out in front of Terry. A quick look around the class reveals that identical pocket pussies have appeared before all of the black students.

“Go ahead! Don’t be shy! Give them a whirl, that’s what they’re there for!” Tilda presses a button and all of the fake pussies glisten with lubricant.

Ever the leader, Terry is the first one to shrug and drop his slacks. Austin’s breath catches at the sight of his friend’s fifteen inch shaft sinking into that tight pussy.

One by one, the other black boys follow Terry’s example, inserting their massive cocks into the fleshlights in front of them. The whole classroom is soon filled with the noise of desks shaking as the black boys roughly fuck the fake pussies. Every whiteboi is flushed red, not sure what to do with themselves.

“M-Mommy?” Austin asks, raising his dainty hand.

“What is it sweetheart?” Tilda turns to him affectionately.

“What — What about the white students? Where’s ours?” He shyly inquires. He has a girlfriend now! He needs to learn this stuff!

Tilda and Mitsuru both let out endeared laughs. “Honey, whitebois don’t get pussy,” His mommy reminds him. “All of you are going to practice whiteboysex today.”

“Wh-Whiteboysex?” Kyle stammers from across the classroom.

“That’s right!” Tilda moves to the front and centre of the class, making sure everyone obeys. “Would all the whitebois please drop your skirts and panties?”

Knowing they have no choice, the boys all acquiesce. Austin feels comforted despite everything. At least now he isn’t the only whiteboi naked from the waist down.

Tilda pulls up the official whiteboysex instruction guide from the BLACKED.gov web domain, projecting it from her holo display so that everyone can see the helpful step-by-step diagrams.

Still, Tilda is kind enough to walk them through the process herself. “Now, I want you all to grab onto your tiny little peckers using your thumb and your index finger. This is the most effective way for whitebois to have handsex.”

From his peripheral vision, Austin can see all of the whitebois do as commanded. Austin tries to grab his own weewee but with its shrunken state and all of the slippery precum dribbling from it, he can’t get a good grip on it.

Tilda holds her left pinky in the air and runs her fingers up and down it to demonstrate. “Now just start stroking your widdle weewees. Don’t worry if you cum early, that’s normal for whitebois. Just keep stroking and I’ll tell you when to stop.”

Soon all the whitebois are stroking their little cocklets in unison as the black boys pound the artificial white pussies. The black boys are still going strong, despite the fact that several whitebois have already prematurely ejaculated.

Austin needs to raise his hand again for help. His mommy walks over in front of his desk to speak with him. “Yes, honey?”

Her son leans back, giving her a good look at his problem. “My thingy is too small to stroke…May I please be excused from whiteboysex?”

Tilda gasps with delight when she sees her son’s shrunken dick. “Wow! It looks like the little white worm has turned into a little white maggot!”

Austin looks to the side and flushes, resisting the urge to cover up. “So can I be excused from—“

“Of course not, baby.” April tuts, grabbing him by the wrist. “Here, let mommy show you. Stick out your index finger and your middle finger, keep them close together.”

He does as he’s told and Tilda moves his hand down so that his two fingers are pressed against the tip of his tic-tac.

“Now, just rub your clitty around in circular motions. It’s a bit unorthodox, but it’ll work just the same way!”

Slowly, Austin begins massaging his little acorn like a woman would rub at her clitoris. Initially, he doesn’t care for it but soon he gets caught up in the pleasure of it, spreading his thighs wide and fingering at his little nub eagerly.

Tilda gives him a proud smile before raising her voice to address the whole class once more.

“Sex can be kind of intimidating to look at the first time you’re exposed to it. Today, we’ll be testing out one of my new theories to try and find a way to make it less scary for you boys.” Tilda begins unbuttoning her blouse.

Austin watches in shock as his mommy strips naked in front of everyone. Many of the drones circle around her, streaming her exposed body to billions worldwide. The whiteboi had never seem his mommy naked before, and when her perky tits and shaved pussy pop into view his microdick starts spraying cum between his two fingers.

The fit blonde woman sighs fondly as she watches her son fumble around with his spasming cocklet. Honestly, it takes so little to set her son off…

“The idea I’ve been rolling around is that seeing people have sex for the first time would be less traumatic if it involved people you loved!” Tilda explains, gesturing at the door to the classroom. “The mothers can come in now!”

All the whitebois watch in horror as each an every one of their mothers walks into the classroom, completely naked. Each of the nude women approach their respective white sons, standing in front of their desks as they subconsciously continue to jerk their tiny dicklets.

“And now the fathers!” Tilda calls out.

Much like the mothers, the fathers of all the black boys enter the room. They’re all towering, athletic figures with hefty pillars of meat swinging between their legs.

All of the parents soon pair up accordingly. In front of Austin’s desk, Tilda and Terry’s father stand next to each other.

“You’re going to watch all of us have sex now, okay? It’s going to be a beautiful moment between parent and child! What could serve as a healthier introduction to sex than seeing your own ****** going at it?” Tilda rests her elbows down on Austin’s desk, leaning forward so that her face is but a few inches away from his. Terry’s father strokes his cock to it’s full twenty-five inches and moves behind Tilda.

“No matter what, none of you stop what you’re doing while you watch! That’s an integral part of this. The black boys should continue fucking their pocket pussies and the whitebois have to keep stroking their winkies!” Tilda moans as the head of the black man‘s cock presses into her.

As several thick inches squelch into her, Tilda manages to choke out a final warning. “When women are getting blacked, sometimes they say some mean, crazy things. It’s important to remember that your mommies don’t mean what they’re saying, okay? It’s the BBC frenzy talking, not them…”

Tilda groans right into Austin’s face as Terry’s father drives his obsidian spear all the way inside of her. Austin furiously rubs at his stubby nub as watery cum gushes through his fingers.

His mommy’s eyes have already glazed over with untold pleasure. The sound of moaning and wet fleshy slapping echoes through the classroom as a hundred mothers are blacked right in front of their twelve-year old sons.

“So fucking big,” Tilda gasps, her tits bouncing in front of Austin’s red face. “You’ll never be able to make a woman feel like this, you impotent bitch!”

Austin’s lip quivers, thinking of Nancy. “D-Don’t say that, mommy! I—“

His words are cut off when Tilda spits at his face, the warm liquid dribbling down his cheek and onto his pouty pink lips. “Don’t talk back to me, needledick! Just sit there and squirt away like a good little pinkskin.”

Terry’s father smacks Tilda’s ass before gripping her by her hips, drilling her tight white pussy with increased force. Austin can see his mommy’s buttcheeks rippling with the strength of the man’s thrusts.

Austin loses his control of his body, his arms falling to his sides as he spurts his cummies hands free. His cum fires up into the underside of his desk like an impotent firehose.

Terry’s father picks Tilda up off the ground, holding her up in the air in a full-nelson while he jackhammers her sopping wet pussy. The new angle forces her to squirt all over Austin and his desk as she is repeatedly brought to orgasm.

“Oh, that’s right, I forgot! You don’t even need to touch your little willy to cum! Mommy is so proud of her little white cucky princess!”

Austin is caught between rapture and despair when his mommy says such cruel things to him as he shoots his juices all over the place. Tears start to run down his face. He doesn’t care if his mommy is in a ‘BBC frenzy!’ She shouldn’t speak to him like that if she really loves him!

“Yo, Acorn!”

Austin looks to his right with a sniffle, desperately humping the air while he releases his sissygasm. All around the classroom he sees the other whitebois in similar circumstances but he tries to focus in on Terry.

His black friend is still pounding away at his fake pussy, and Austin realizes with great shame that Terry is in no danger of cumming yet. Why do black boys have such great endurance? It isn’t fair!

“Forget them,” Terry says, earnestly, as he thrusts into the synthetic pussy with long languid motions. “Just focus on me and we’ll get through this!”

The whiteboi grabs onto Terry’s offer like a lifeline, turning in his seat to face his new friend. “Wh-What do I do?”

“Just…Instead of watching our parents, how about we both imagine something else?” Terry suggests, gripping onto the edge of his desk for leverage as he drives his pelvis against it.

“Like…Like what?” Austin stammers, as his cum shoots up into the air.

“I don’t know…” Terry looks around, struggling for anything that could distract Acorn. Eventually he settles on the pocket pussy he’s currently using. “You like Nancy, right? Why don’t you just pretend that this is Nancy’s pussy, and you can finish cumming to that?”

Austin balks at the suggestion. “But your dick is in it? Why would I imagine that it was Nancy’s?”

The black boy flinches regretfully at his faux-pas. “Well, just imagine it’s your dick going in instead of mine?”

“Yeah…I could do that!” Austin focuses his gaze on the synthetic pussy next to him.

But no matter how hard he tries, he can’t suspend his disbelief and shake away the image of Terry relentlessly shoving his big black cock into it.

The thought lingers in his mind and soon he can’t help but imagine Terry fucking Nancy senseless for real. It’s shameful, he knows, but there’s also something exhilarating about it.

Clenching his eyes shut in humiliation, Austin whispers. “…Talk about having sex with Nancy…”

Terry’s eyebrows shoot up, certain that he’d misheard his friend. “Uh, what?”

“Pretend like you’re fucking Nancy’s pussy! Please!” Austin desperately shouts, a nearby drone capturing his first foray into the world of cuckoldry.

“Are you…sure?”

“Please…” Austin begs, leaning back in exhaustion as he squirts all over himself. “I need it to finish…”

With a concerned look, Terry reluctantly obliges as be fucks his fake white pussy. “Oh yeah…Nancy, you’re so tight!”

“Nnnn~” Austin whimpers, biting at his lip as his dicklet pulses forcefully.

“You’re probably not used to getting stretched out like this…You got too used to Acorn’s babydick!” Terry gets more into character for Austin’s sake, but he’d really rather not demean his friend like this.

Austin pants heavily, squirming in his seat as an endless stream of cum fires from his pindick like a laser beam. “Jusht…Jusht need a widdle bit more…pwease, Tewwy,” he slurs, feeling his climax approaching.

Feeling bold and insanely horny because of the show Austin is inadvertently putting on for him, Terry feels the sudden impulse to pull out of the pocket pussy, and aims his big black mamba at Austin instead. “Maybe it’s time you learned what real cum felt like!”

Long, virile ropes of Terry’s cum begins covering Austin from head to toe. The hot goo feels so much more thick and substantial compared to his own watery sperm that Austin finally climaxes with a drawn-out mewl.

After coming down from his high, he sits back up, covered in cum and realizes that everyone in class had been watching him and Terry in silence, as they’d all finished up minutes ago and they never noticed.

Tilda snaps a quick photo of her son for her social media before running around the desk and picking him up for a big hug. An extra little spurt of cum spills from his peepee when his mommy presses her sweaty tits against his face, but she either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care.

“Oh, you are such a good little cucky!” Tilda coos. “Mommy is so proud of you!”

Austin takes as much comfort as he can from the hug, already dreading the conversation where he’s have to explain himself to Terry…

Why had the thought of Nancy being blacked by his friend excited him so much?