sex-ed

Ms. Ambyr had finished her last class of the day and was looking forward to a relaxing weekend at home this being a Friday, and was just about to close her classroom door when she heard the voice of Mr. Marcus, the Vice-Principal coming from around the corner.

“…And over here is the English department, where we teach about the famous Authors and their writings, as well as proper language skills, which I’m sure you’ll find most useful in your future, boys. Yes, this is a great school, even my daughter, who happens to be the captain of the cheerleading squad, goes here. And if you do decide to attend Whitmore High, you know that our basketball team will a position open for you!”

Just as the sound of the door closing erupted into the hallway, Mr. Marcus and three tall, athletic black boys came around the corner in front of Ms. Ambyr.

“Oh! And here’s Ms. Ambyr, the cornerstone of our English Department! She teaches American and English Literature, Advanced Composition and Sex-ed.” Mr. Marcus said the last course title hurriedly and with a lower voice than the others. Clearing his throat, Mr. Marcus continued: “Ms. Ambyr, I’d like you to meet Chris, Jamal and Andre, prospective transfers from McKinley High, where they’ve been for most of their academic careers, but I think they would be excellent additions to our student body this next semester and God knows our basketball team needs the help! “

Ms. Ambyr said Hello to the three perspectives and said that she hoped that they were each accepted into such a prodigious school. Just then, Mr. Marcus’s Cell phone rang.

“Well who could that be? Hello? Pumpkin is that you? What’s wrong? Why are you crying? What? I can’t understand you? Your Where? How did you get all the way across town? Just stay where you are and for God Sakes, don’t speak to anyone! I’ll be there soon as I can!” With that Mr. Marcus, now visibly shaken, muttered “ With this traffic…Oh! Boys, I have to leave! Somehow my Daughter took the wrong bus and ended up in the Slu…well, it’s..it’s not important, just that she’s alone and scared and I have to go and pick her up!” The three boys cast each other a knowing look before Mr. Marcus turned to Ms. Ambyr.

“Ms. Ambyr! I need you to stay with these three until their bus arrives to take them home. I know! I know! It’s not your job to babysit, but I have a family emergency!” With that, he took her aside and “My little Ashley is in the middle of Nigger Row! I’ve got to go get her before they do something horrible to her!” Ms. Ambyr thought of the blonde, over-developed teen standing in the middle of the run-down neighborhood scared and alone and said: “Alright, Mr. Marcus, I’ll do it! That poor girl! When is their bus due?” “Thank you, Ms. Ambyr! In about 45 minutes, they can wait in your classroom. I’d have them go to the gym, but the janitor re-painted the floors for tonight’s game and it still might be wet.” “Okay, I’ll keep them here and then in 35 minutes take them down to the front of the school.” “Oh, Bless you Ms. Ambyr, Bless you! I won’t forget this come Appraisal time!”

Mr. Marcus turned and address the three boys: “Now boys, Ms. Ambyr is going to stay with you in her classroom until your bus arrives, I’m afraid that I’m going to have to cut our tour short as I’ve had something of an emergency come up! I’ll be sure to let your school counselor know the results of our admittance tests that you took earlier today. It was nice meeting you boys, have a good weekend! Mr. Marcus then abruptly turned and sprinted down the hall!

Ms Ambyr re-opened the classroom door and said, “If you’ll follow me please, you can have a seat, I have some books you can read or I’ll answer any questions you might have about the school while we wait.”

She then went to her desk at the front of the room and sat down. She saw that the last boy, Jamal, she thought had closed the door behind him. She was just going to ask you to leave it open when one of the boys asked : “ What books do you have?” She turned her attention to the boy asking and saw his name tag, reading Andre and replied: “I have collected works by most of the major authors of the 20^{th century: Dickinsen,
Dickens and my personal favorite Cox, to name a few. They’re over there on
that bookshelf.”she said pointing. Andre seemed to be the more studious of the
three. The tallest one, Chris was reading the Classroom Rules that she had
devised and posted next to the chalkboard. “You sure got a lot of rules! ‘No
chewing gum in class’, ‘No horseplay in class’, ‘ No sleeping in class’
and ‘ABSOLUTELY NO OBSCENE LANGUAGE IN CLASS.’,” he read. “ Well,” she
replied, “ I try to maintain a proper classroom environment when trying to
teach the Classics.”}

“Ms. Ambyr?”

“Yes? Um, Jamal, isn’t it? Go ahead.”

“Well, I want to be a cartoonist when I get older and I wanted to know if I could practice on your chalkboard?” asked Jamal.

“Sure, that would be fine” she said dismissively, happy to keep at least one of the three occupied.

Looking to the other side of the room, she saw that Andre had sat down holding aloft a paperback and was thumbing through it. It wasn’t one that she recognized, but just as she was about to look at the title on the back, Chris sat down in the desk in front of hers, which drew her attention as the other two were further away.

“We use the same book in our class at McKinnley” he said. Ambyr looked to which book he was referring to, when she heard the diagramming chart in front of the chalkboard’s second panel being raised up, making her look to the sound.

Behind the chart, written on the board, was that day’s Sex-Ed homework assignment, Chapter 8, Abnormal Sexual Relationships: Incest, Pedophilia, Necrophilla, Inter-racial. Ms. Ambyr blanched, afraid that one of the boys might see it and take offense, but Jamal just asked if he could erase it, as he needed the room. She said yes.

Half-way through, Jamal stopped at the word ‘Inter-racial’ and said “What’s In-Ter-Rac-I-al mean?” At this, Andre lifted his head up from the book and looked to the word in front of Jamal and said “Inter-racial,” he corrected, “It means ‘between two races’ like in Othello here” he said raising the book for emphasis. “In Othello, this Brotha’s all hot for this White Chick and she wants him, but then this White Dude’s all pissed that he can’t rock that ass, so he lies to the Brotha, tell’n him what a Ho she is while he ain’t around, so’s he gets all Jealous and shit and goes and kills her ass…It’s a whack story, Dog, but it show’s how come The Man keeps us down, cause we brothas can please them White Bitches better than they can.”

“I’ve..I’ve n..Never heard Othello surmised that way before..” Said Ms. Ambyr, shocked at the use of such Crude language in her presence.

“Well, it’s like our Sex-Ed teacher, Mr. Davis, told us, to make it in this world, you’ve got to use what God gave us, which is big dicks, so we have to learn how to best please a lady.” Said Chris, again returning Ms. Ambyr’s attention in front of her.

“Mr..Mr. Davis?” said Ms. Ambyr mused, recalling the black lover she had in college who introduced her to the world of sex when she was just an innocent, private-school girl, untrained in the way’s of love. She and her lover had gone their separate ways after college and while she had tried to be with other men of her own race, none could satisfy her the way he had. ‘But Stephen’s in New York,’ she remembered trying to gather her wits from the onslaught of images assaulting her mind.

“Yeah,” said Jamal, “He’s a cool Brotha for a teacher, telling us about the real world. He said to shack up with White Girls and leave the Sistas alone because White Girls aren’t used to a Brotha and they can’t get enough once they get some.”

Ms. Ambyr turned back to Jamal’s side of the room and saw what he had put on the board, a woman on her knees begging for sexual favors from the three nude men surrounding her. The Men, each with an enormous erect penis were laughing and calling the woman White Slut and Black Cock Whore, asking her if she wanted her sweet ass gang-banged or not, to which the woman responded by performing oral, anal and vaginal sex on the three men until they each ejaculated on to her body.

“Yo, man, Mr. Davis, one time told me about this sweet-assed White Bitch that he knew in College, he said that once she got some black snake up in’er the first time, that after that she was ready, morning, noon and night! He said that all it took was for this bitch to even see a big black dick and she’d be on the floor, begg’n to get fucked! Man, that’s what I call the life!” said Chris, snapping Ms. Ambyr’s attention away from the vulgar display on her chalkboard once again. “Hey, Ms. Ambyr, how come White Girls love Black Cock so much?”

“Um..Well, Chris…I.. I don’t think that…that..that’s an appropriate subject to be..um..discussing,…that is, I..I don’t think that White Women prefer any type of Cock, Um, Penis, over any other…”Ms. Ambyr managed weakly. Her throat was suddenly dry along with her lips, but at the same time, she seemed to be producing more than the usual amount of saliva, which she swallowed and used to moisten her mouth.

“Is’t it about time for the bus, Ms. Ambyr?” said Andre, glancing at the wall-clock.

Ms. Ambyr also looked to the clock and some of her composure returned. “Um, ahem, Yes, Andre, I believe that it is. Jamal, please erase the board now.”

“Okay” said Jamal as he proceeded to erase his lewd drawing. Ms. Ambyr stood up from her desk and walked behind the three boys as they headed to the class room door. On the way, Andre placed the book he was reading and placed it back on to the bookshelf, without stopping, precariously and it fell to the floor right in front of Ms. Ambyr. Ms. Ambyr bent down, using her knees, to pick up the book and raised her head to a sight that she had been waiting six years to see again: A big, black, erect penis, mere inches from her face!

“Oh!” Ambyr gasped with a sharp exhale, surprised by the sudden sight and moved her head to the left in reaction, only to be greeted with another big, black penis, ready to be serviced. “mmmph!”, she exclaimed softly and moved her head the other way, once again, a big, black penis met her gaze. “Oh my god!” she said under her breath.

“Do you like what you see, Ms. Ambyr? Said one of the boys leering down at her.

‘What are these boys trying to do?’she thought,looking up at them as if for the first time, ‘No..not…boys..Men..Hot…Hard…Huge..Men…with Big..Black.. Cocks and all that Cum! Three! Three Black Studs all for me!’

Ambyr sank onto her knees and raised her thighs so that the middle cock was mouth-level, realizing that she already had each of her hands wrapped around and stroking the two cocks on the ends. “Oh, God, yes! It’s been so long!” she exclaimed, opening her little mouth to receive the object of her desire.

“Not so fast, Bitch!” said Chris, taking away his penis in the last second, brushing the head against Ambyr’s hot lips in the process. “You’s gots to understand the situation, You see, we’re taking over this school! We expect that that all the Hot White Chicks will be Jock’n us, but first I want to hear from you the kinds of changes you gonna be makin’ .

“Changes?” panted Ambyr.

“Yeah, like that book of yours, saying that the best of the White Race, the Bitch and the Best of the Black Race, the Male get’n it on is, “ Abnormal”. You aint gonna be teach’n that no more, from now on, you gonna be tell’n the truth, that little White Boys can’t be satisfy’n like the Black Man! Right?! You gonna be telling all them White Ho’s in your class, that if they want to be fucked right, then need a Nigga! Right?”

“YES! Yes,whatever you want, please just let me have it!” Screamed Ambyr, her whole body in heat.

“Have what? I want to hear you tell me that you want this Big Nubian Cock in your tight, white ass, fucking your hot, wet pussy and filling your dirty little mouth full of Black Seed. You hear me? Break that big-ass rule that you got! I wanna hear some fucking Dirty talk! Act like that Black Cock Whore that you are!”

“Oh GOD! Please, Chris! Please Fuck ME! Fuck me with your Big Black Cocks! Fuck my ass! Fuck my mouth! Fuck my hot pussy! Use me! Make me the Whore that you know that I am! I’ll do anything! Just don’t take those Cocks away!” Begged Ambyr, her mind reeling in shock.

“Now that’s what I want to hear! You do a good job and maybe, when we transfer here, we’ll come and see you once in a while!” said Chris.

With that, Chris shoved his cock deep into Ambyr’s wanting, hot mouth and the other two wrenched their dicks from Ambyr’s grasp and took up behind her, ready to do what they did best.

Jamal got down between her open legs and removed her panties and conservative skirt, while Andre reached around and unbuttoned her peach blouse and pinched her excited nipples through her lacy bra before pulling the cups down and exposing her breasts. While Ambyr sucked Chris, she lowered herself to be sitting on Jamal’s face and raised her succulent ass as Andre moved his cock up and down on the soft cheeks.

Licking his finger amid Ambyr’s squeals, muted by cock, Andre moved the moisten digit over her taunt hole and then slowly inserted it. Ambyr released Chris’s Cock and Gasped for Air, “Oh, yeah! Fuck my Ass!” she commanded before attacking Chis’s member once again.

“Uhh, Yeah! Here it cums, Slut!”groaned Chris as he shot his Thick, Gooey Load down her throat. Ambyr swallowed as much as she could, but lack of practice over the last six years made her release too soo, spraying long ropes of jizz over her face and chin. But Ambyr was too far away to notice as Andre’s talented tongue and mouth was causing her to climax with a might roar!

Ambyr felt a slight shifting beneath her as she came back down from her orgasmic high and suddenly felt her self being impaled in two places at once! She leaned forward and used her hands to steady her self against the floor while she savored the feeling of being completely full. Then her hair was grabbed and her head pulled back roughly, only increasing the pleasure in her buttocks as she was being reamed. “Uhh, Uhh, Uhh, oh yeah, Fuck my Holes!” she grunted. Eyes closed in Ecstasy, she felt Chris’s Semi-hard Cock against her face, scooping up the cum and dripping it into her Cum-thirsty mouth.

For what seemed like days, they fornicated. Suddenly, a voice came from the direction of the classroom door: “Jeez, baby, You ain’t changed a bit!”

Ambyr felt like a bucket of cold water had washed over her and she opened her eyes and saw the one man to whom before today she had been intimate with. “Stephen!”she cried surprised and ashamed at the same time.

“Mr. Davis, we was..uh, was..” Stammered Chris. “You don’t have to explain it to me, Young Brotha, but I told you that mess’n with White Women, while great, can cost you if you ain’t careful! And this, Ain’t Careful! Now, get yo selves together and get on down to the bus!”

“Yes, Sir!” all three shouted and scampered on out of the room.

“You alright? They didn’t hurt you did they?” said Mr. Davis handing Ambyr a gym towel.

“N..NO” stammered Ambyr. “I fine, just embarrassed.”

“Why? That was one hot show you put on! Damn, it’s good to see you again! I came up here to let you know that I was taking a job here as the new basketball coach, and surprise you, but I’m the one who got surprised! Listen, I gotta take them home, but if you want, I’d like to take you to dinner tonight and catch up on old times…”

“That’ll be great!” She said forgetting her embarrassment. “Here’s my address!” she said handing him a scrap of paper.

“Okay, see you tonight around 8:00 p.m., okay?”, said Mr. Davis on his way out the door.

“Okay!” said Ms. Ambyr, remembering his 14 “ cock and all of the fun that they once had, ready to start again…..

The End