This story features BMWF raceplay, violent cuckoldry, alcohol and drug use, hypersexuality during a bipolar manic episode, and a breeding kink. If these aren't your thing, don't say I didn't warn you.
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RIIIIIIIIING.
That was it. The final bell.
The last day of high school was over, and it was summer vacation.
The teacher's lounge was quiet. Marcus Dawson, the school's gym teacher, leaned back in his chair and put his feet up on the breakroom table as he slipped a can of malt liquor out of his messenger bag and cracked it open.
"Damn," he said, his voice low and smooth like butter. "Dis bitch is finally through. I'm finna have a real nice summer."
Marcus was almost comically large for the chair. A six foot three stack of bulging black muscle, his body was a monument to physical perfection. He yanked a blue tie off a white collared shirt that strained to contain the bulky arms and chest within. As he leaned back in the creaking chair, an enormous bulge between his legs was pressing luridly outward against his tan slacks.
"U-um, M-Marcus..." squeaked a high-pitched male voice, "I don't believe the principal would l-like it if she knew teachers were drinking alcoholic beverages in h-"
"Shut the fuck up, bitch," Marcus interrupted, shooting a glare at the pale, skinny figure in the doorway. Sheldon Weeble, the algebra teacher, had just walked in. Standing five foot seven with sickly pale skin and thin, weak limbs, he wasn't a very imposing figure. He stammered in reply and adjusted his thick coke-bottle glasses.
A large black hand rested on Sheldon's shoulder. "Why don't you leave my boy alone, Sheldon?" said another large black man behind him. It was Tyrone Johnson, the school's sex ed teacher. "School's out, the rules ain't the same no more."
"Even during summer vacation, I-I don't think the rules allow dr-" Sheldon stammered.
"Here," Tyrone said smirking, slipping a joint and lighter out of his pocket, "Why don't you take a hit and relax?"
Sheldon blinked, shocked for a moment, and then stuttered, "N-now, wait just a second, marijuana is defin-"
"Chill out, dawg!" Marcus roared, laughing hysterically at the thin white man's frazzled reaction and taking a huge swig of malt liquor. "It's just a lil' weed! School's out, fool!"
Tyrone shrugged. "Mo' fo' me." Placing the joint between his thick black lips, he flicked the lighter and ignited the marijuana, sending a coil of smoke snaking upward.
Sheldon looked back and forth between the two laughing black men drinking and smoking in the teachers' lounge. His voice caught in his throat, not sure who to chastise first.
But before he could form the words, there was a high-pitched shriek from the hallway outside.
"I NEED IT!"
Suddenly, a chubby blonde girl bounced in through the teachers' lounge door.
It was Madison Summers, a just-graduated senior, and she was totally naked.
Madison wasn't the hottest senior girl by conventional standards, but there was no question she had the most fertile body. Her soft, round face was framed by messy blonde hair pulled into a cute high ponytail. Her breasts must have been G-cups, full and inviting yet perky enough to send her thick pink nipples pointing straight outward. Her relatively slim waist with a little chubby tummy and wide breeding hips exploding outward created an exquisite hourglass figure screaming to be impregnated. The softness of her skin and the gently curving contours of her body seemed to be alive with ripeness, with potential, waiting to be plucked and taken. Her cheeks were flushed red and her eyes wide. This was a fertility goddess of a female, utterly in heat, in peak condition to take cock and be bred.
Madison had also become somewhat... notorious.
Diagnosed with bipolar disorder as a sophomore, her high school experience since had been a rollercoaster of episode after episode of increasingly severe mania, with a rising theme of attempted sexual escapades once she'd turned eighteen early in senior year. First she was caught masturbating in the girls' bathroom, and then three months later nearly expelled after she cornered and propositioned the school janitor in the broom closet.
So as the chubby slutty naked girl fixed her eyes on Marcus and advanced toward the breakroom table, every man in the room had the same thought: She's at it again.
"Mr. Dawson," she said matter-of-factly, putting her hands on her hips in front of Marcus, "I need you to fuck me with that big black cock."
Marcus chuckled. This was gonna be interesting.
"Now Ms. Summers," Marcus began, standing up, "I think you m-"