Learning How to Be Black Ch. 01

NOTE: The students represented are all of 18 years of age. This story takes place in a student's senior year of school.

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My name is Darrel, and as the new kid in school I had a hard time making friends. Perhaps it was because I was a really nerdy and skinny kid. The most popular guys always seemed to be buff jocks that were always so cool. Maybe it was because I was black. Growing up as a black man was hard for me. As much as no one likes to admit it, there's still a lot of racism and hate in this world.

That being said, I was also pretty abnormal in many other ways. I had never really watched porn before, and I had definitely never been with a girl before. In fact, I never really knew exactly how to have sex. None of the girls in school seem to go after me anymore. I remember when I first came to this school about a month ago. All the girls seemed to go crazy for me. I have no idea why. I'm not muscular or strong in anyway, and I know nothing about being good in bed. After I told them that I didn't want to have sex, most of them just seemed confused and disappointed. After that, they moved on to other guys. But everything changed one day in Mrs. Richardson's classroom.

Mrs. Richardson was my favorite teacher. She was definitely the hottest teacher in the school, that's for sure. I knew it was wrong to think of a teacher in that way, but I couldn't help but stare at her massive tits every day. Those huge jugs could barely be contained by a conventional bra. It's not even an understatement to say that she might just have the biggest tits on the planet. Normally, it's hard for her to sit down properly without them being hoisted up above her eye level. When she's standing up, those plump beasts hang down to her belly button. They also bulge out so far from her chest that she takes up about two persons worth of space.

"Now don't forget, students, your essay is due tomorrow." I couldn't even listen to what she was saying. I stared at her tits as she turned around to face the class. Her giant, floppy tits flung from side to side, barely sitting in her shirt anymore. Her massive cleavage was pressing tight against her chin, while the bottom of her tits sunk all the way to her waistline.

"Class is dismissed, everyone." As everyone got up and started to leave, she looked over at me and said, "Darrel, I'll need to see you after class." I walked up towards the front of the room and watched as she sat down at her desk. Her tits became so pushed up that they nearly covered her eyes. She couldn't even push her chair in to her desk; she had to leave a full human-sized spot for her tits to rest. "Darrel, I don't know if you know this...but you're failing my class." I knew actually why that was. Even now, it was hard to listen to the words coming out of her mouth. I couldn't help but stare at the giant mound of breast meat sitting in front of me.

"Well...it's ugh...kind of hard for me to concentrate, to be honest."

"That's understandable, Darrel. Most boys find it hard to be in my classroom. Nevertheless, I find it unacceptable for a student to fail my class...especially a boy of your color." I had no idea what she meant, but the second she wiped a bit of sweat away from her tits my heart starting racing. The force with which she pushed against her breasts made them jiggle back and forth like a massive bowl of Jell-O. "I think I know just what to do, Darrel. I'll give you some private lessons right now. How does that sound?"

"Well...yeah, I guess that would be okay."

"That's good to hear, Darrel. I'll do anything to make sure that you pass." She stood up and walked over towards the door. I couldn't help but notice her tits swinging from side to side as she marched over and closed the door. "Now...I think I know the source of your distractions."

"Well...I...ugh." I couldn't even bare to speak. My heart was beating incredibly fast. I felt a strange mix of embarrassment and fear.

"It's okay, Darrel. Don't be ashamed. It's perfectly natural for you to be interested in me. It's THESE things, isn't it?" She pushed her hands against the sides of her tits and pressed them together. The giant mound of flesh rose above her eyes for a brief second. As she released them, I stared in awe as they flung back down and jiggled around like a water bed.

"Well...they definitely are impressive. It's just hard for me to focus sometimes."

"Oh, sweetheart...that's what they are there for after all. These things are meant for black guys." I was a bit dumbfounded by what she was talking about.

"I don't understand. Isn't your husband the only one who gets to see them?" She had a confused look in her eyes as she let out a little chuckle.

"Of course not. These babies only get to be enjoyed by black men. You see, I made a promise to myself to only be with the best men."

"...and isn't your husband a good man?"

"Well, he's white...so of course not! He wouldn't know what to do with these things anyway. But guys like you...you already know just what I want you to do to me, don't you?" She pushed both her hands against the front of her shirt, rubbing at her nipples ever so slightly. She reached down to the base of her shirt and lifted it off.

Underneath was most likely the biggest bra that has ever been made. That huge piece of clothing reached all the way down to her bellybutton, and must have bulged out at least a foot from her stomach. As large as that bra was, it still couldn't properly hold her tits. There were bulges of flesh at the top of the bra, where her tits were sort of...'spilling over'. As much as I knew this wasn't right...I couldn't help but stare at her monstrous tits. She unbuckled two of the three buckles on her bra. The last one was barely holding on; I could hear the metal clasp bending. "Do you want to see them?" she asked. All I could do was nod in agreement. "I'm going to need to hear you say it, Darrel" she said, in a somewhat demanding tone.

"I...I want to see those massive tits!" With the biggest smile on her face, she unbuckled the last clasp. Within an instant her tits flew frontward, finally released. They slammed back down against her belly with such force that it made a 'slap' noise that echoed through the room. I watched in awe for the next couple of minutes as they jiggled and finally settled down.

"What do you think, Darrel? Do you like them?" I didn't even have to think about what to say next.

"Of course I like them...they're incredible!" She smiled and jumped up for a second. Her tits flew up and nearly smacked her in the face. I watched, with my mouth hanging open, as her feet hit the floor again and her tits slammed back down against her stomach.

"I'm so happy to hear you say that. I love making young black boys happy. Oh no...It looks like I may have gotten you a little excited." She pointed down towards my crotch. With all this huge tit action going on, I hadn't even noticed that my dick was rock hard. I was embarrassed at what she might think of me. I tried my best to cover up my bulge, but it stuck out about a foot from my waist. There was nothing I could do about it.

"I'm so sorry, Mrs. Richardson...I know it's not right to do that in school. I'll try to stop it."

"Oh, Darrel...it's not going to stop by itself. You're gonna need to release all of your pent up excitement." She reached out with one finger and pushed me, by the chest, to the chair behind me. As she pushed me down into the seat, my huge bulge now reached up to my eye level. "Don't worry, Darrel, I can help you release that tension." She unzipped my pants and began to pull them down my legs. As she pulled my pants down past the tip of my cock, it sprung up and nearly hit me in the mouth.

As I sat there, I couldn't help but watch my cock rock back and forth right in front of my line of sight. It was throbbing and pulsating like crazy. If I didn't do something about this soon, I was going to go crazy. "Jesus Christ, that thing is massive. I know you black boys are known for having big ones...but this just takes the cake." I never had any reference to compare my dick. I had literally never seen another penis in my entire life. I never had sex, never watched porn, and never even changed in the locker room.

"Really? I always just thought I was average." Once again, she let out a little chuckle and smiled at me.

"I don't think any black man is ever 'average'. But this is something special. This thing must be at least a foot long...probably even bigger." As she grabbed it in her hand and swung it back and forth, I watched as her eyes were fixed upon my shaft wobbling around in front of my face. "I know just what to do with this thing." She placed her hands on the sides of her tits and pressed them together, tightly. To my amazement, she lifted them above the tip of my cock and threw them down onto my lap. I felt this incredible ecstasy as my cock slide through the tight gap between her monstrous tits.

"Holy shit! I've never felt anything like this before. Don't...don't stop."

"I'm not gonna stop until this monster is finally relaxed, Darrel." She said, while still pressing her tits together as tightly as she could. Then, she began to move them up and down on my shaft. My cock peeked out from the top of her cleavage and banged her in the chin. "Hmm...I don't think I've ever had a man who was big enough to push completely through my tits."

She leaned her head back slightly. The next time she forced her tits down to my lap, my cock sprung out and met her right at eye level. She got faster with every stroke. Soon, she was violently slamming her tits down against my lap, as my giant cock was flopping around deep inside her cleavage. This must have gone on for about a half an hour. She released her hands from the sides of her tits and let them flop down onto my lap. I was amazed to see them completely cover my legs and just about touch the floor.

As she released her death grip on my cock, it plopped down and slapped against the mound of breast meat that was currently spilling over my lap. "It's gonna take ages to get you off with just my tits. It's time to bust out the big guns." She opened her mouth wide and gently placed the tip of my throbbing dick against her tongue. In an instant, she rammed her head downward as hard as she could. I could feel my cock journey through her entire throat, and eventually out into the top of her stomach.

By this point, Mrs. Richardson had her head resting up against my waist. She began making the most disgusting choking and gagging noises. These were some of the most lewd noises a human mouth could make. I pulled back away from her mouth with fearful caution. As I pulled my cock out of her mouth, thick ropes of drool and slobber clung to my shaft. I was amazed to see just how much saliva was spilling out of her mouth.

"Are you okay, Mrs. Richardson? I don't want to hurt you. That looked painful. We can stop if you want." She looked at me with a confused look on her face.

"Are you kidding? If you keep going like you were, I'll be cumming in no time. Just keep thrusting as hard as you can, okay Darrel?" I couldn't even think of what to say; I just nodded my head. I couldn't believe that my mild mannered teacher was speaking like this to me.

"O-Okay...I promise I'll do my best." She got the biggest grin on her face and opened her mouth as wide as she could. I didn't hesitate a second; I grabbed my cock at the base and rammed it into her mouth as quickly and roughly as possible. I grabbed her at the back of the head, with both my hands. I mustered all of my strength and humped her face as fast as I could.

Spurts of drool came flying out of her mouth with each thrust. I had never heard such lewd choking and gagging sounds. Listening to my teacher choke on my cock only made me more excited. This must have gone on for at least an hour. At first, I thought I was going to cum within the first few minutes...but something primal came over me. I felt some kind of primitive strength inside of me as I was thrusting away at Mrs. Richardson's sore, gaping mouth.

This was the first time that I had ever felt like a real man before. I just...let go. I let my instinct take over. I felt like I could ride her mouth for hours before finally cumming. After what felt like an eternity, I just couldn't hold back anymore. "I...I think I'm gonna cum, Mrs. Richardson. I-I just can't hold it anymore." Hearing those words must have gotten her excited, because she started thrusting her mouth back and forth against my cock even harder.

Jets of spit and slime flew out of her mouth with every single thrust. I listened intently as she made the most vile gagging sounds. The more it sounded like she was going to choke to death, the harder she seemed to force it down her throat. This incredible feeling was building up more and more inside of me. It's almost like she knew when I was going to cum.

Her eyes grew big as she grabbed my skinny ass with both hands and forced her mouth all the way to the base of my cock. I felt the tip of my cock being released from the tight grip of her throat. I knew that I had reached the opening to her stomach. I could tell from the look on her face that this is just what she wanted. She wanted me to dump my giant load directly into her stomach. I couldn't hold back that feeling anymore. I could feel my giant nuts spring up towards the base of my cock.

Every jet of cum that flew out felt like it was a gallon. I watched as her eyes rolled back into her head. The second her mouth broke its seal on my cock, cum flew out of her mouth like a fire hose. I watched in awe as some of it splatted against the wall. I looked at Mrs. Richardson, lying on the floor. Thick streams of cum ran out of her mouth and made their way down her face. I couldn't believe what I saw next.

Her stomach was pushed out, as if she was pregnant. The huge bulge of her belly stuck out further than her tits did. I knew that I had literally filled every inch of her stomach with cum. I looked down at my own cock. It was still pulsating from having cum a couple gallons. Thick drops of cum fell off my shaft with every passing second. She reached up and grabbed my cock at the base. She ran her hand over the entire shaft, collecting as much leftover cum as she could. She pushed her hands together and funneled the thick lobs of cum into her mouth.

"I don't want to waste even a single drop. This black cum is so god dammed delicious." Exhausted, I fell backwards into the chair. My dick was still dripping with cum, as the tip nearly touched the floor. "Well, I think we've definitely made an improvement here today." She was finally able to stand up, after struggling for a couple of minutes. I used to think that her tits stuck out far from her body...but her stomach was now pushed out like she was 9 months pregnant. As she walked over to her desk, I could hear my cum sloshing around inside of her stomach. She leaned over her desk and quickly wrote something in her grade book. "I'd say that you definitely deserve an A+ for that job."

"Wow! Thanks Mrs. Richardson. I was so worried about failing your class." She smiled at me and started rubbing her huge belly.

"There was nothing to worry about, Darrel. I only fail the white kids, to be honest. I understand how hard it must be to look at a big titted white woman like me and not do something about it...it's just instinctual for people like you to want to fill a girl like me up with cum." I was still confused about what had just happened. Nevertheless I pulled up my pants, curled up my fat dick into a tight wad, and shoved it back into its denim prison. I looked over at Mrs. Richardson. She was rubbing her bulging stomach and making slight moaning sounds. As much as I wanted to stay and be with her, I had to get to my next class.