BLACKED High School - Chapter 1-6

BLACKED High School​

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Chapter 6: No Holds Barred​

When Austin wakes up his ass feels drenched for some reason. Rubbing at his tired eyes, he reaches back and feels around his wet ass. He really hopes he hadn’t wet the bed, he’d never be able to look Terry in the eye again!

Austin brings his hand close to his face to examine it and shivers at the masculine scent that assaults his nostrils. Seeing the thick white goo slide down his fingers, Austin deduces that Terry must have cum again in his sleep.

Apparently, Terry is awake as well because he embarrassedly apologizes against Austin’s ear from where he’s still cuddled against him. “Sorry, man…It’s that problem we talked about yesterday. I can hold it in during the day, but at night…”

Ah, poor Terry! Having such plentiful, strong cum must be a real burden. Austin sits up with a big yawn and a stretch, patting the black boy on his testicles. “It’s okay! I know you can’t help it…At least your balls won’t be hurting for a while because you emptied them in your sleep, right?”

Beyond grateful for Austin’s understanding nature, Terry sighs in relief. “Right!”

Squirming around, Austin feels Terry’s voluminous load squish between the crack of his bum, and his cheeks are also coated in the substance. “I’m going to go take a quick shower before class…”

“I’ll come with!”

Much like the day before, Austin and Terry take turns washing each others bodies. The showers are mostly empty because of how early they’d woken up, which Austin is grateful for. It’s nice to just get through an activity without orgasming or getting humiliated for once.

Once they’ve returned to their bedroom all freshened up, the two boys unwrap their respective gym uniforms that had been stored in their bags. This morning they’d be having their first gym class and Austin was nervous…Physical education was one of the classes they’d be sharing with the girls…

The whiteboi takes out his gym uniform and he can hardly believe his eyes! All the whitebois have been provided with are a pair of pink and purple sneakers, some ankle socks and a skimpy high-waisted pink speedo!

Things get even worse when he tries to put on the speedo and gets shocked for his efforts. He isn’t even allowed to put bottoms on while he exercises? This is getting out of hand!

All the girls would be able to see his tiny dick jiggle around! This wasn’t fair!

Austin sighs forlornly and sits down on the bed to put on his sneakers. He wonders if he’ll ever be allowed to put bottoms on at school again…He’d need to try and convince the headmistress to give him a break.

The B.E.N. Producers wanted everyone to see his record-breaking peepee, so they had him go bottomless — he understands that, even if he doesn’t like it. But surely everyone has seen it already? Austin doesn’t think it’s too much to ask to wear the same uniform as everyone else…

As he’s lacing up his pink kicks, Austin tilts his head up to ask what Terry thinks on the matter. His mind stutters to a halt as he takes in the sight of his friend wearing the black boy’s gym uniform.

Terry was also nude, except for a speedo and shoes, but the black boy’s uniform was still very different. The trainers were black and white, and designed more with intensive athletics in mind. The black and white speedo he was wearing wasn’t as skimpy as the whiteboi’s but it had a large pouch in the front instead.

Austin flushes pink at the way Terry’s gigantic cock and balls struggle to fit within the fabric. The speedo was designed with young black cocks in mind and Terry’s bulge was still straining with skintight tension. It looked like he was smuggling a melon in his trunks!

The whiteboi clears his throat to break free from the spell Terry’s outfit had cast on him. He stands up, moving to wait by the door. “Should—Should we go?”

Terry nods and escorts him out of the dormitory. They exit the common room with the rest of the black boys who are similarly dressed in their bulging speedos.

Walking down the corridors to the gym surrounded by all these hung studs makes Austin feel horribly inadequate and he curses the collar around his neck for denying him the right to cover his shameful white peepee.

Seeing Austin’s downtrodden expression, Terry frowns and looks over at one of his pals, staring at him pointedly before jerking his head towards Austin. Making some more friends would do wonders for Austin’s self-esteem, Terry thinks.

The black boy on Austin’s other side, thinner than most of his peers, sporting something like a toned swimmer’s body nods in response to Terry and moves close to the whiteboi, holding his hand out.

“Hey! I’m Michael. You can call me Mike or Mikey if you want to though.”

Startled at being addressed by a black boy other than Terry, Austin takes a moment to register what Michael had said before clasping his palm with both of his dainty hands around and shaking it. “H-Hello! I’m Austin!”

Michael fights back an amused huff at the eager white kid. He can sort of see why Terry likes him so much. He’s like a little puppy.

“So…Acorn, huh? That’s sick. I wish I had a nickname like that!” Michael smiles, looking down at Austin as they walk.

Austin grimaces, looking down at his quarter-inch clitty that’s jiggling with each step. “Really?” He says, doubtfully. He has a hard time believing anyone would think the name ‘Acorn’ was cool…It’s not so bad when Terry says it, but that’s because Terry is Terry.

“Definitely!” Michael nods as his fingers accidentally brush against Austin’s bare hip. “Terry gave it to you, right? You should give him one too!”

Austin’s eyebrows raise as he looks over to Terry who grins back at him encouragingly. Austin is horrible at thinking up nicknames, but he’ll give it a shot.

Placing a slim finger on his chin while he thinks, Austin considers the boy beside him. Terry is almost overwhelmingly kind…and huge…and well, black.

“How about…Terr-Bear?” Austin suggests with a sweet smile.

Terry blushes as the other black boys who had overheard him snicker at the cutesey-name. “That’s…an option. We’ll…We’ll work on it!”

Pouting, Austin crosses his arms as they approach the gym doors. He thought that had actually been a pretty good name!

The group enters the BBC High gymnasium together for the first time. Unlike the rest of the futuristic building, the gym looked relatively standard, but Austin was sure there were some tricks to it that were hidden beneath the surface…

Scanning the room, Austin can see that the other whitebois have already arrived, as they’re all huddled close together in their skimpy pink speedos.

Austin’s heartbeat starts fluttering like the wings of a hummingbird when he sees that the white girls were also present. Just seeing the girl’s gym uniform almost sends him spiralling into a sissygasm, which Terry thankfully prevents by telling him no and holding onto his shoulder.

All of the white girls were wearing white cotton gym t-shirts, but they were cut off across their chests, leaving the bottom half of their budding breasts exposed!

They were also fitted with pairs of spandex micro-shorts. The thin strip of fabric only just barely covered their hairless virgin pussies, and most of their pubic mound was exposed! From behind, almost ninety percent of their asses were exposed, revealing their tight cheeks and bumcracks.

The uniform only just barely covered their lewd bits and it was painfully enticing. All around him, he can see the black boy’s pouches expand as their trunks struggle to contain their semis.

Over in the corner, all of the whitebois also have barely visible bumps in their pink speedos.

“Austin!” A high voice shouts.

The whiteboi barely has the time to turn around before he’s being enveloped in a big hug by Nancy.

This was the first time he’s seen his new girlfriend since recess the day before, and blood rushes to Austin’s head as his face is pressed against Nancy’s half-exposed tits while they hug.

From this close, he can see the slightest hint of a soft pink circle peaking out from under the hem of Nancy’s high-cut shirt.

Just that small glimpse of his girlfriend’s areola makes Austin inadvertently hump against her, as precum starts oozing from his dingaling.

Nancy looks down at his twitching pink weenie with a laugh and orders him not to cum at all during gym class. His sissy brain registers it as a direct order from his romantic partner and his stream of precum immediately cuts off. The pressure was still there, building inside of him, but his peepee stubbornly refused to spurt any more juices until Nancy allowed him or the gym class ended. It felt like someone had put a kink in his garden hose.

Nancy lifts up his little pecker with her pinky finger to examine it. “Wow…I guess that actually works, huh?”

“I g-guess so!” Austin stammers, as his clitty twitches happily against her finger, like a dog wagging its tail when it sees its master.

His girlfriend gives him a tiny smooch on the lips, as all the other boys watch on jealously. “If you think this uniform is something else…wait until you see our swimsuits when we go to swim class in a few days!”

Mind already reeling with the possibilities, Austin feels himself salivate. “C-Can’t wait!”

Someone shoves Austin away from Nancy and he pales when he sees Dante standing in front of his girlfriend. He’s so close to her that the massive bulge of his speedo presses against her barely-covered pussy. “You should ditch pimpledick over there and trade up. It’s only a matter of time before you get blacked anyway, why not start now?”

Nancy blushes and tries to push Dante’s bulge away with both hands. “Get away from me, creep! I don’t want anything to do with your gigantic black cock! Austin’s little white peepee is way cuter!”

The whiteboi clasps his hands in front of him, charmed by his girlfriend defending his honour from that brute. He only wishes he was strong enough to make Dante go away…

“T-Terry?” He shyly asks, looking up at his friend through his bangs.

The black boy nods, surging forward to pull Dante away from Nancy. Dante struggles against his grasp but ultimately relents, walking away with a murmured “Whatever, bitch…”

Austin is about to hurry forward to thank Terry and make sure Nancy is okay when he sees the look his girlfriend is giving the black boy.

“Wow,Terry…I knew you’d be strong, but I didn’t know you’d be that strong! My hero…” Nancy bites her bottom lip and looks up at Terry with hearts in her eyes. Almost in a trance, her hands slowly move up to grip the top of Terry’s speedo, pulling it down and revealing the base of his shaft.

Austin is stunned at her behaviour but Terry is quick to pull away. “Whoa, whoa! You’re dating my friend!”

Blinking rapidly, as if shaking off a trance, Nancy looks over at Austin with confusion. “I’m sorry…I don’t know what came over me! Maybe I haven’t been getting enough sleep or something…”

The whiteboi gulps when he spots the wet trail streaming down Nancy’s leg. At least she stopped before going too far, right? That must be proof of her loyalty to him!

“It’s—It’s okay. I understand.” Austin is grateful for his temporary inability to cum, because he thinks he’d have probably just squirted in front of the whole school at the idea of Nancy actually following through with revealing Terry’s BBC and testing it out in front of everyone.

Their chat is interrupted by the shrill sound of the gym teacher’s whistle as she enters the gym from the adjacent storage room.

Nancy says goodbye with a kiss to his cheek and returns to the rest of the girls. Austin and all the whitebois watch with rapt attention as her mostly exposed butt jiggles as she jogs away.

Terry returns to his side and whispers to him quietly as the gym teacher approaches them. “Look, Austin…I didn’t mean to—“

“I know,” Austin shoots him a sad smile. “It was her, not you…”

His friend opens his mouth to comfort him some more, but he clamps it shut once the teacher approaches the front of the gym.

Professor Cherry Cloud is a tomboy in every sense of the word. She was rather petite for a grown woman but she compensated for it with moxie and presence.

Cherry had a short brown pixie cut, hidden underneath a black and white baseball cap with a ‘Q’ patched on to the front.

Chewing her bubblegum, Cherry blows a quick bubble and begins removing her grey hoodie once it pops. Underneath the hoodie she was wearing a Blacked brand sports bra which hugged her modest breasts tightly.

Coupled with her skintight black yoga pants, students were treated to a perfect view of her tanned, lightly-muscled midriff. Austin was sure that she wasn’t wearing panties beneath her bottoms, because the yoga pants looked painted on, with the material riding all the way up her buttcrack.

“Alright, listen up!” Cherry crosses her arms as she blows another bubble. “You should be aware right off the bat that there will be no divisions in this class. When it comes to competitive sports, you will all be required to go against each other, regardless of race or gender.”

Several of the whitebois shift nervously, and Nancy is the one to pose the question they’re all too embarrassed to ask. “Isn’t it unfair to have the whitebois play against the black boys?”

Cherry shakes her head at the girl. “Competing in sports during your school years isn’t about winning, it’s about participating. Sports have proven to be effective in building bonds between people, and that’s what you’re all here for. Obviously the white students will lose every single time if they’re playing against black guys, but it’s all about having fun together!”

“What about the girls?” Kyle pipes up, frowning. “Won’t they get hurt playing with the guys?”

The gym teacher lets out a boisterous laugh. “White girls are way more physically capable than whitebois. If we’re going to allow whitebois to play against black boys, it stands to reason that the girls may as well join in too.”

Austin’s dinky jerks hard at being so blatantly emasculated, but nothing comes out because of Nancy’s orders. He bounces from foot to foot, clutching his weewee. Cumming constantly may be embarrassing, but no longer being able to cum was its own unique brand of suffering.

Cherry’s eyes flick over to him as he does his little sissy dance and she snorts, rolling her eyes before retrieving an object that had been resting against the back wall, hung up on a hook.

She holds up the small device in her hand by its grip. It almost resembles one of those radar guns that policemen used to use back in the twenty-first century to measure how fast cars were going.

“This little doohickey is able to scan brainwaves. Don’t worry,” she chuckles, looking at the students’ nervous expressions. “It can’t read thoughts. It’s only able to measure your general feelings based on the synapses your brains fires off when you think.”

“This specific machine is attuned to gauge feelings of effort and exertion. That is to say, it can let me know whether or not you’re giving this class your all,” Professor Cloud gives them a warning look from under the brim of her cap. “And I want to see some hustle from you kids. If I use this and find out you’re holding back you will be punished.”

Austin lets out a small sigh and slumps his shoulders. He’d been hoping that gym class might be a fun reprieve from the other stressful lessons, but Cherry seems like a total hardass so far…

Focusing in on Austin’s displeasure like a hawk, Cherry beckons him forward. “Oh, do you have a problem with that, ‘Acorn?’” She mockingly drawls out his now infamous nickname. “Tough. Here, I’ll use you as an example.”

Shyly standing in front of the teacher, Austin looks to the side and waits for her instructions. Cherry points the device at him and says, “Go ahead and jump as high as you can.”

Austin obliges, hopping a couple inches up in the air, making his tiny dicklet bounce like a spring when he lands.

Pointing the scanner at him, the device beeps twice and Cherry scoffs, turning the screen towards them. “See? I can tell that you weren’t doing your best there. Now try again and do it right this time or I swear I’ll give you a spanking right here, right now.”

Many of the white girls titter at Cherry’s threat and adrenaline surges through Austin’s veins. Bending his knees, Austin yelps and springs up a mere seven inches off the ground.

The teacher’s machine beeps one time and she rolls her eyes, sending him away with a wave of her hand. “That was pathetic but you did try you best, so whatever.”

The whiteboi blushes and scampers over to Nancy’s side for comfort. His girlfriend smiles comfortingly and threads their fingers together, giggling at the way Austin’s weewee waggles in response.

“Now, the main reason that I intend to use this device is so that I know for sure you kids aren’t pulling your punches.” She looks meaningfully at the black boys. “You might feel bad for utterly dominating your white classmates with your superior genetics, but I expect you to give them everything you have or there will be severe repercussions.”

The black boys appear vaguely guilty at the fact that they’ll be spending the next five years dunking on their white peers, but it can’t be helped.

“I don’t care if you’re going up against a friend—“ she looks between Terry and Austin. “—And I don’t care if you’re going up against a girl,” she nods to the assembled females in their scantily-clad outfits. “You will bring your absolute best to every portion of this class or you’ll have to deal with me!”

All of the black boys nod in acceptance. Terry takes a moment to mouth an apology to Austin, but the whiteboi shakes his head. He knows Terry would never be needlessly cruel if he were given the option. Austin can’t blame Terry for following the rules, can he?

“Alright,” Cherry smiles, pulling up a holo-display from her wristband and pressing some buttons. “Now that we got that out of the way, we can get started. I thought it would be fun if we kicked off your first gym class with some good ol’ fashioned wrasslin’.”

One by one, the wood panels off the court raise and flip over, revealing a thick black material on the other side. Soon, the entire floor has changed to the black mats.

“This,” she stomps her sneaker against the mat. “Is a state of the art synthetic material that uses nanomachines to greatly dampen any impact. You could fall on this thing from two stories up and you wouldn’t even bruise. That means you don’t have to worry about hurting your wrestling partner, the worst that’ll happen is you get the breath knocked out of you…So, go crazy!”

Cherry adjusts her sports bra, and Austin is fortunate enough to catch a peek of her nipples before it snaps back into place. She blows her whistle to get the class’ attention, pulling out a clipboard with all of their names on it.

“Now, I’m going to pair you all off. Then, I want you to find a spot with plenty of space and hop to it…” Cherry taps her pen against Austin’s name on the list. “Austin Ivory. Do we have any volunteers or do I have to start picking randomly?”

Uncertainly, Austin turns to Terry, but the black boy shakes his head. “You heard her…If we wrestle I won’t be able to hold back. I don’t want to fight you, dude…”

After a moment of silence, Cherry shrugs and starts looking through the crowd. “Alright then. Let’s see…how about—?”

“How about me?” A voice interrupts from behind Austin.

Austin pales when he sees Dante approaching him, looking back to the teacher with scared eyes and trying to non-verbally ask for help.

“Great!” She chirps, waving them off to the far corner of the gym. “Have fun, you two!”

Before Austin can try to weasel out of it, Dante pushes him along, forcing him to follow. Once they arrive at their spot, Austin holds his hands up and tries to reason with him. “I don’t — I don’t want to fight! Please, I didn’t even do anything!”

“That’s right!” Dante scowls, dropping into a wide wrestling stance. “You didn’t even do anything and you still managed to get Terry wrapped around your finger! He’s MY brother, not yours!”

“Just — Just hold o—WAAAH!” Austin shrieks when Dante dashes around behind him with the agility of a panther, gripping him around his waist and suplexing him backwards.

Austin’s legs and arms spread wide as he is helplessly tossed backwards. He braces himself for the painful impact…but it never comes.

Landing hard on the fancy black mat, Austin could hardly feel anything! It was like being thrown onto a soft mattress. It turns out the teacher hadn’t been lying — no matter how hard they roughhoused, nobody was in any danger of getting hurt.

Dante seems frustrated by Austin easily recovering from his suplex and makes up for it by utterly overpowering Austin for the remainder of their match. The punk black boy spends fifteen minutes tossing Austin around like a ragdoll and placing him in embarrassing positions to teach him his place.

Austin may not be feeling any physical pain, but the emotional agony of Dante manhandling him like a little toy as the drones film their exhibition is crippling. The whiteboi can’t seem to manage to score even one point.

With a belly-to-belly throw, Dante slams Austin to the ground, moving to straddle the boy’s slim chest. “You got Terry’s attention, you’re the most popular student on the show so far, and you managed to get a girl somehow. Explain this shit to me, because I sure don’t get it!”

Dante scoots a bit further up, dropping his hefty bulge down onto Austin’s mouth and grinding down as Austin struggles to break free.

Austin’s babydick is dancing happily at the rough treatment but his brain is starting to get scared.

“I don’t know how, and I don’t know when…but I promise you one day soon I’m gonna split your bitch open like a wishbone and show her what a real cock can do.” Dante stands, but he places a foot on Austin’s torso to prevent him from getting up too.

With catlike reflexes, Dante swipes at a drone in midair, grabbing it and gripping on to it like a camcorder. “Our match is over. Before you go looking at the scoreboard, spoiler alert: you fucking lost, badly. Now, for my victory celebration…”

Dante rolls the whiteboy over with his foot and raises him up onto all fours by lifting underneath his tummy. Kneeling down, Dante whispers in Austin’s ear. “Don’t move, I mean it. You move, and I hurt you for real.”

Whimpering, Austin nods slightly, resigning himself to his fate.

He can feel Dante crouching behind him, spreading his legs wider. Austin yelps when Dante gives his bum a firm swat, before holding his cheeks apart.

“Nooo, dont!” Austin cries, as Dante holds the captured drone close to his rear, streaming his tight pink boyhole to billions worldwide.

Dante lets his cheeks go, as they jiggle back into place. Getting a close-up shot of Austin’s quarter-inch dick, Terry begins flicking at it mockingly while he films with his other hand.

Austin is certain he’d be blasting cummies everywhere right now if it weren’t for Nancy.

Finally, Dante relents, standing up and pointing the drone back at his own face like he was recording a vlog. “You want real star power? You want to be entertained? Forget this babydicked chump and remember the name Dante Johnson!”

With a sniff, Dante tosses the drone away and leaves. Austin stands up on shaky legs, thankful it was over. He can’t believe the whole world got such a close view of his boyhole though…If he had just been allowed to wear the gym speedo this could have been prevented!

Austin huffs, deciding then and there that he would go to the Headmistress’ office after gym class to demand the right to wear his uniform again!

Suddenly, Austin hears a lot of chattering and curiously walks over to the group of students gathered in the middle of the gym to see what’s going on.

His jaw drops when he pushes his way through the students and finds Terry and Nancy standing opposite each other in the centre of the circle, preparing to wrestle with Professor Cloud serving as the referee in the middle.

“Terry!” Austin hisses through his teeth.

His friend turns around and looks at him with genuine remorse on his face. “I’m sorry!” He whispers. “The teacher is making us do it!”

Austin frowns, frustrated, but won’t take it out on his friend. It’s the professor that’s making them do this. At least Nancy won’t get hurt because of the mats…

Gazing across at Nancy, Austin mouths ‘Be careful!’

His girlfriend lifts one calf up behind her and flashes him double peace-signs, which he assumes means ‘I’m okay, don’t worry.’

“Remember,” Cherry waggles her scanner gun at Terry. “I’ll be able to tell if you’re holding back. Don’t test me, kiddo…”

Terry nods, then takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. When he opens them he has them intensely focused on April, as he drops into his wrestling stance.

Cherry blows her whistle and Terry surges forward, trying to tackle Nancy to the floor. With surprising quickness, Nancy dodges at the last minute and Terry misses, tumbling to the ground.

Nancy cheers at having baited Terry like a charging bull, jumping and clapping excitedly.

Unfortunately, the girl’s gym shirt was so skimpy that even just that slight movement was enough for it to bundle up, fully exposing her creamy A-cup tits.

Many of the whitebois begin thrusting slightly as they stare at Nancy’s perky little boobs. Several of the black boys watching are shamelessly rubbing at their bulges.

“Nancy!” Austin shouts, holding his hands to his chest to let her know that her breasts are exposed.

Nancy frowns, misinterpreting the gesture. “You? You what? What do you want?”

Austin shakes his head, tapping his chest with more emphasis. How can she not feel the cool air on her tits?!

“Ohhhh…” Nancy smiles knowingly. “You want to cum, huh?”

His eyes widen and he his waves his hands in front of him. He’s been building up cummies all gym class. It’ll be a disaster if—

“Okay! You’ve been a good boi,” Nancy smiles. “Go ahead and squirt!”

Austin’s eyes roll back in his head as he experiences his strongest orgasm yet. His winky fires cum straight up in the air as other students move away to avoid it.

The sissygasm is so strong that Austin temporarily loses control of himself again, reaching down to rub at his clitty like a good cuck.

Austin bites his lip and unabashedly fondles his peepee as he stares at his girlfriend’s cute tits. He wants to suck on her nipples like a baby, but his mommy said that whitebois don’t deserve milk…

The sight of Austin’s mind starting to break is distracting enough for Terry to get back on his feet and grab Nancy from behind, slamming her down to the ground.

Not wanting to lose, Nancy scratches at Terry’s face, causing him to flinch, giving her the opportunity to escape.

Knowing that she had to do everything in her power to win, in order to avoid getting in trouble, Nancy wasn’t above playing dirty. Terry may be way bigger and stronger, but she was scrappy.

While Terry is clutching at his scratched cheek, Nancy dives forward and pulls his speedo down to his sneakers!

Terry’s lengthy black cock flops free as he trips over the speedo caught on his ankles, falling face first to the mat.

“Ms Cloud, Nancy’s cheating!” Kyle shouts.

Cherry nods, laughing. “I know! It’s great! More of you dweebs should follow this girl’s example.” The teacher cups her hands over her mouth, shouting to Nancy. “Sweep the leg! No mercy!”

Nancy moves in to press her advantage on Terry, but the black boy glares up at her, losing his patience and grabbing her by her slender ankle.

Terry shoots to his feet, flinging Nancy’s foot up as he does and sending her sprawling on her back. As Nancy gets up to recover, Terry grabs her by the the thin fabric of her micro-shorts.

“Let’s see how you like it!” Terry growls, ripping Nancy’s bottoms right off of her.

The force of Austin’s sissygasm strengthens as he gets his first ever view of his girlfriend’s cute little pussy. None of the labia was visible, it just two puffy bits of flesh surrounding a slim slit between her legs.

Austin will come to regret what he’s saying later, but right now his brain isn’t in charge — his little peepee is.

“Nnnn~ Tewwy, put it in her, pwease! Put your big bwack cock in her pussy!” Austin drops to his knees and leans back, cumming hands-free onto the ground.

Terry gazes worriedly at his white friend. Normally Terry is there to help him cool down from his sissygasms, but now Austin has been left to fend for himself! Terry needs to finish this match quickly before Austin loses his mind.

He also vehemently ignores Austin’s moaned requests. The whiteboi couldn’t consent in a state like this and Terry wouldn’t betray his trust.

Nancy shrugs off her shirt, seeing as it wasn’t covering her up anyway, and the two of them are soon naked, circling each other once again. Terry won’t underestimate her guile this time.

Between the naked white girl in front of him and his sissy friend cumming and begging for Terry to cuck him, the muscular black boy can’t help but get an erection, no matter how hard he fights it.

The gym teacher takes in the scene before her with a shrewd look on her face. She turns to look at one of the drones filming the whole thing. The more excitement they can drum up, the more they’ll get paid in the long run…

Thinking on the fly, she clears her throat to announce something. “Actually, I’ve decided that this match will be held under, uh, traditional BBC High wrestling rules! Yeah!” No such rules exist, but the kids won’t know that. “The only way to win the match is to make your opponent climax!”

Terry pales at the news. He only hopes that his friend understands that he has to do this so he can finish the bout and go save him.

Terry just won’t fuck her, that’s all. Maybe that will make it sting less for Austin later if he shows restraint now.

Nancy feints and then lunges at Terry, trying to catch him off guard but he’s ready this time. He uses her momentum against her to get behind her and wrap his arm around her neck — not putting enough force to choke her, just to keep her in place.

She tries thrashing in his grasp for a while but then Terry reaches around and starts roughly rubbing at her clit and she goes boneless in his strong arms.

“Hahn~” Nancy gasps, leaning against Terry’s chest. “What’sh happenin’ to meee?”

Terry sighs and rolls his eyes. He just wants to get this over with so he can bring Austin down from his high. Thinking it should speed things along, now that Nancy isn’t fighting him off, Terry moves the hand that had been grabbing her neck to knead at Nancy’s little titties.

Nancy instinctively humps against his fingers, trying to get them inside her. Terry refuses to indulge her, stubbornly rubbing at her clitoris instead. He wouldn’t put anything in Nancy without Austin’s approval, when he was in his right mind.

Terry looks over to check on Austin and is shocked to see that two new whitebois, Toby and someone else he hasn’t met yet, have stripped naked and joined him on the floor, as they fiddle their white babydicks together.

Feeling a drop of sweat drip down his neck, Terry realized that this was bad. This situation was getting out of control, fast, and he needed to do something drastic to put an end to the madness.

Picking Nancy up under her thighs, Terry holds her in the air with her legs spread wide and grinds his fifteen inch pole against her pussy lips.

Nancy reaches down impulsively and grabs the tip, pulling up so she could get more friction. “Ouuu~ Your bwack cock feelsh sho good! Aushtin, look how longer hish ish than your wittle pink peepee!”

Austin nods fervently with glazed over eyes. “I know~ It’sh sho much bigger!”

Terry looks down at Austin with pity, knowing how much this memory will hurt his friend once he returns to normal.

Determination floods through Terry. He would do everything he could to help his friend — and right now that means making his girlfriend cum!

Terry hikes Nancy’s legs up higher still, until he can lock his hands behind her neck in a full-nelson. Nancy’s legs are trapped practically behind her head and her tight little pussy is presented outward for everyone to see.

Rocking his hips up and down, Terry thrusts his dark baseball bat of a cock in such a way that it continuously slaps against Nancy’s sopping wet quim.

Nancy is shivering in his hold, with her tongue rolling out of her mouth in ecstasy. Terry knows she’s close so he doubles his efforts to bring her to the edge.

Terry’s godly black cock smacks against Nancy’s pussy for a good thirty more seconds before Nancy climaxes with a drawn out moan.

Her virgin pussy sprays outward with the force of her orgasm. Her squirting completely douses the three whitebois kneeling before them, as they eagerly hold their tongues out to catch some of her girly ejaculate in their mouths.

Terry places the blissed out white girl on the ground and turns to Cherry for approval.

The gym teacher nods with a smirk, blowing on her whistle. “Match — Terry! Congratulations, big guy~”

The school bell happens to ring then and Terry drops down in a squat to help Austin up.

Austin looks at him with cum-***** eyes and tries to paw at his still-erect black cock. “Why didn’t you put it in her, Tewwy? You should have bwacked my girlfriend…It was making my weewee go cwazy…”

Snapping his fingers in front of Austin’s face, Terry gives him a quick shake of his shoulders. “Austin, stop.”

The whiteboi frowns up at him with flushed cheeks and a little furrow in his brow. “Wha—?”

“I said — stop!” Terry commands, pulling Austin’s hand from his dribbling clitty.

As if waking up from a dream, Austin rapidly flutters his eyes, taking in his surroundings with confusion. “Terry? What—“

Austin’s eyes fall down to the naked shivering form of his girlfriend on the floor, and then to Terry’s BBC, which is still covered in her pussy juice.

It all comes rushing back to him and Austin lets out a cute growl of anger. “That’s it! I’ve had enough!”

Guiltily, Terry rubs at the back of his neck. “I’m sorry, man! I didn’t know what else to do!”

The whiteboi’s eyes briefly soften at Terry’s words. “I’m not angry at you, Terry. You did everything you could…”

The dark-skinned boy lets out a relieved sigh. He had been so worried that Acorn would hate him after what he’d been forced to do! “Well, what’re you going to do then?”

The fire returns to Austin’s green eyes and he looks like a sissy on a mission. “I’m going to go have a talk with the headmistress!”

The whiteboi does an about-face, turning around and sassily walking out of the gym with purpose in his step.

The words take a moment to fully register before Terry’s eyes widen like saucers. “You’re gonna what?!”

The black boy hurriedly retrieves his speedo and tugs it back up his legs before sprinting after his friend.

What was Austin thinking?