Overcome with unbelievable shame as my cock deflated, having wasted a huge load of cum on the floor, I put my face into the puddle of cum, which was kind of floating in the piss, and I sucked it up. I'd tasted my cum in my wife's pussy the night before and it hadn't been so bad, but combined with the piss it made me want to retch. I quickly swallowed the cum and piss cocktail, but the foul taste, and the sense of utter degradation lingered.
My humiliation only grew, when my son's ex-girlfriend bragged, "The rest of the squad is going to love seeing this. In fact it won't be long before the whole school knows what you did. Good luck in class next week! You'll have no idea how many students in your class will have seen this video of you sucking Darren's cock and eating your own cum and piss. I bet you'll cum in your pants thinking about it!"
I'd never felt lower in my life, lying naked on the floor in my own piss bath, being taunted by teenage girls. And my cock started to get erect again.
Then Darren barked, "Stand up!" I tried, but my foot slipped in the piss and I fell back into the puddle with a thud, accompanied by laughter. "OK. Then get on your knees, out in front of the desk. I don't want to stand in your piss. I did as Darren ordered and knelt naked in front of my desk in full view of the open doorway to that hallway.
Darren then subjected me to what seemed like a half hour or more of the most merciless, brutal face-fucking imaginable. Again and again his iron hard cock speared my throat, and his balls slapped my chin. I thought for sure I would get a bloody nose from the pounding. At least he let me breathe more frequently in between thrusts of his huge black cock.
"OK, you cunts. I'm going to cum on this cocksuckers face. Make sure you get good video. I expect lots of people will want to see this." A few more thrusts and he pulled out and pointed his cock right at my face. He groaned and then shot after shot of sizzling cum hit me right between the eyes and then splattered all over my face. It was a huge load, and soon my entire face was nothing but an oozing mass of cooling cum.
The girls squealed with delight as Darren hosed down my face with spurt after spurt of jizz, which glued my eyes shut. I could feel cum from my hair to my chin and ear-to-ear. I could even feel cum bubbles blowing out my nose.
I just knelt there and took it. I'd cum on my wife's face a few times and she always seemed like she enjoyed it, or at least acted like it. It was usually her idea. I'd also seen a few facial cumshots in X-rated movies when I was younger. Never in my wildest dreams did I expect that my face would be used as a cum target for my black student. As the congealing globs of cum started to ooze down my cheeks and chin, I reached up to wipe some away.
"Don't you fucking dare," said Darren very sternly. "Don't you dare ever wipe away a Black man's cum from your face. You will wear it with pride until is wears off naturally. It's all part of showing proper respect for Black men, kneeling naked, wearing cum on your face, and of course serving as a urinal."
With a huge load of cum clinging to my face, which blinded me, Darren ordered, "Climb up on your desk and stand on it." I did as he commanded, standing on my desk, feeling like a naked slave being auctioned off, and now concerned that anyone looking in the window from the parking lot outside could see me, and my cum-covered face and erect cock.
"Put this on," ordered Darren, throwing something at me, that I managed to catch despite the surprise and the fact I could barely see with all the cum in my eyes. I opened them enough to see that it was a pair of very skimpy women's thong panties. In fact it looked exactly like a pair my wife owned. My whole body must have been blushing deep red in embarrassment as I stepped into the panties and pulled them up. The panties would only cover my balls, with my hard-again cock jutting up above the panties. Both cheerleaders were laughing and pointing at my predicament.
Darren turned to one of the cheerleaders and ordered, "Let's have some music." The scantily-clad girl turned some tunes up on her cell phone, rap music naturally, which I hate. Fortunately it wasn't too loud since the phone didn't have much amplification.
Then Darren looked at me an ordered, "Dance." I looked at him like he had to be kidding. "I said, dance, cocksucker!" I started gyrating my hips a bit, and the girls started to laugh and scream at me to put more energy in it.
I couldn't believe I was standing up on my desk in my classroom, naked except for a pair of skimpy g-string panties that didn't cover my erect cock, cum clinging to my face, while two white cheerleaders and a Black student made fun of me. I guess it wasn't as bad as eating my own cum and piss in front of them. That is, until I heard, "Dad? Oh my God!"
Oh god I thought. I can't have my son see me like this; his dad dancing in women's panties to black rap music, which I noted was full of obscene lyrics about fucking "whitey!" I'd seen the photo of him with cum on his face, but I desperately didn't want him to see me that way. How could he possibly respect me after he's seen his father' face covered in a Black kid's cum.
It was too late. I looked over my shoulder at the open door, and it was my turn to be shocked. My youngest son was completely naked except for a collar and a leash held by Daryl. And my son's dick was hard, just like mine.
Three more white cheerleaders and several other Black students filed in behind my naked son. Then the cheerleading coach came in, wearing the exact same scanty uniform as the girls did, although her big tits were practically overflowing the tight black top. And then for some reason it dawned on me on the symbolism of the cheerleaders' uniforms; black on top, white on the bottom. Now it all made sense.
The school colors had been changed the year before at the insistence of the new football coach, Darren and Daryl's father. I would later learn that he had fucked Mrs. D. within about an hour of his arrival, and he fucked the principal, Mrs. E., by the second day. Both of the married white women then eagerly did his bidding in anything he wanted.
A lot of parents complained about how risqué the cheerleaders' new uniforms were (but a lot of dad's had to hide their boners watching their nearly naked daughters doing cheers on the sidelines.) What the dads didn't know was that every one of their daughters were being fucked by the Black students on the football team. In order to make the cheerleader squad a girl had to suck the football coach's cock the day she turned 18. The cheerleaders and pom pom girls were expected to let the Black players fuck them, and it wasn't long before they all did. The coach's undefeated record last year and so far this year, shut up the parents' complaints.
Although it was hard to see with all the cum on my face, my son's jaw about hit the floor when he saw his father dancing nearly naked, except for a skimpy pair of panties that covered virtually nothing. There could be clearly no doubt that his father had been sucking Darren's black cock, thanks to the lingering evidence of a load of cum on my face. His shock seemed a bit disingenuous since he had been doing the same thing in a bathroom toilet a few hours earlier. I was still having trouble grappling with the fact that my youngest son was a cocksucker, and now he was being paraded around the school like a naked sex slave.
The cheerleading coach whispered something in Darren's ear, which caused him to laugh and say OK. He then turned my son's ex-girlfriend, who had been focused on her naked ex-boyfriend, as she taunted him for being a worthless white boy.
"Hey bitch," Darren said to her. Teach this cocksucker some cheerleading moves." Then Darren turned to me and said, "Stop dancing. White men can't dance worth shit and you're proving it. Let's see if you can learn some cheerleading moves."
Turning back to Erica, Darren ordered, "Tits, now." She obeyed instantly and doffed her top, baring her ample breasts, which she pointedly showed to my son, before looking at me. I couldn't believe that a girl of her caliber, a national honor society member, her father a pillar of the community, could be ordered around so easily by a Black student.
"All of you, tits!" The other four cheerleaders obeyed, and so did Mrs. D., her big tits bouncing up and down as she freed them from the tight top. If I didn't have an erection before, I would now, seeing all the nearly naked cheerleaders, since as is typical of cheerleaders, all of them were beautiful with great bodies, although sometimes with not-so-great personalities.
Erica said, "Follow these moves." I couldn't do anything more degrading than I already had (or so I thought) so I just acquiesced.
"Ready! OK!" and then topless Erica did a cheerleading move. I did my best to copy her, with a "Ready! OK!" of my own, my erect cock bouncing up and down like her bare tits. We did a few more and I really sucked at it. My son who was standing there naked in a leash and collar had a look on his face like he was being embarrassed by his father. That took some nerve, I thought, but the whole thing was unbelievably humiliating, especially since everyone in the classroom had their cell phones out and were taking video of my abject degradation. Even worse, my cheers were attracting more people to the room, including the Black janitor.
