Intro to Interracial Relations Pt. 01

Rosemary had pushed Desmond back onto the other couch and was straddling him, kissing him within an inch of his life while the fourth man in the group, Jules, looked on jealously.

"I don't like doing things like that in public," said Juno vaguely, an odd, thoughtful look in her eye. "I don't want anyone to see me that way." Her words were definitive, but her tone was less so, wavering slightly. Suddenly her eyes focused and she frowned. "Anyway, It's a lot easier to be fun like that when you're single. Which isn't me. Hint Hint."

Dominic gave her a disbelieving look. "Yes, you've been saying. The same boyfriend you left behind without a second glance. The boyfriend who didn't even say a word when you walked out the door with another man. That boyfriend?"

Juno sighed. Dominic had a point, although it wasn't going to help him get in her pants. Something had gone wrong between her and Noah tonight, and she was going to have to talk to Noah about it later. "Yes, that boyfriend. So I'm very flattered Dominic, but I can't loosen up the way you want me to."

Dominic shook his head and held out a hand to her. Curious despite herself, Juno took the hand and Dominic pulled her to her feet with surprising ease, turning her around to face the couches again.

Juno felt her pulse quicken as she saw what was happening. Marcus had unbuttoned the front of Cecily's jeans, digging a huge hand down the front of her pants, the material bulging out as his fingers worked. Cecily herself had buried her scarlet face into his bull-like neck, her chest heaving up and down with the intensity of her pleasure.

Even more shockingly, Rosemary had tugged Desmond's shorts down his thighs and was working her mouth up and down the largest cock Juno had ever seen. Jules sat nearby, his cock in one hand, his phone in the other, recording.

Juno could feel her pulse thump in her chest as Dominic leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Doesn't it look like they're having fun? Why should you be the only one left out?"

For the briefest instant, Dominic pressed against her from behind, letting her feel a hard cock even larger than the one Rosemary was currently sucking. Juno shuddered, but not with disgust.

Juno was about to protest, when Dominic planted a large finger on her lips, dominantly silencing her. "I'll make you a deal. You loosen up a little and slip off that sweater. You give me your number, just in case things don't work out with the little white boy you're seeing right now. And you give me one kiss. Then I won't bother you anymore."

Juno looked up into Dominic's warm, playful eyes. She really shouldn't. But her conversation with Dr. Cherry this afternoon replayed in her mind. When Juno brought up the strict upbringing her extremely religious single father had given her, the therapist was very clear. Dr. Cherry explained that the rules and expectations that her father had drilled into her mind were keeping her from reaching her full potential and being her true self. Dr. Cherry said she had to loosen up, learn to be proud of herself, and shine like the star she was.

One little kiss wasn't cheating. It would be a great way to show that she could loosen up and defy her strict upbringing. It was also a semi-public, but still safe environment where she wouldn't be the center of attention. She knew Noah was sometimes hurt that she didn't want to kiss in public. Maybe this would be helpful practice.

Also, would it be racist to refuse his request just because he was black?

Keeping eye contact, Juno slipped out of her cardigan and let it fall to the floor, now standing in just her tight white undershirt.

Seeing her submission, Dominic dipped his head, his lips meeting hers swiftly and powerfully, his thick arms wrapping around her petite body, lifting her slightly off the ground in his passion. Juno found herself melting into the kiss, throwing her arms up around Dominic's neck as his tongue slid into her mouth. She didn't even notice or stop the makeout session when the other two couples finished their activities and spectated for a while.

On the table, her silenced phone lit up with another unnoticed call from her boyfriend.

...

By the time Juno's key rattled in the lock, the first light of dawn was already in the sky.

Noah rose up in bed as Juno kicked off her shoes and began changing into pajamas without looking at him.

"Wh-where were you?" asked Noah. When he had practiced in his head, it had sounded a lot more accusatory, but it came out as a sort of hurt whimper.

Now finally Juno looked him in the eye, looking a bit guilty, but mostly defiant. "I was with Cecily and Rose obviously. I couldn't leave them by themselves."

It was a dodge. Juno didn't want to talk about where she had been. "You were with them. Those black guys," he said, and this time it sounded just as accusatory as he had planned.

"And if I was?" said Juno, her jaw clenched. "You know, you are exactly the kind of controlling white boy that Professor Greene was warning us about. Terrified that the second I hang out with a black man he'll ravish me."

Noah was stung. This wasn't a racism thing! Dr. Cherry's words returned to him, whispering that Juno might leave him if she thought he was a racist. "I didn't say that!" he protested.

"It's written all over your face!" said Juno, rolling her eyes. "You really don't trust me at all. You think I need defending so that the big bad black man doesn't trick me into sex."

"That's... No!" said Noah, trying to regain ground in the argument. "Don't change the subject! The real issue here is that you abandoned me, left me without even saying goodbye!"

"I'm my own woman, Noah Bancroft. I'll spend time with whoever I want," said Juno coldly. "And I think it's you who's changing the subject. We both know that the real problem isn't that I left the pub with some new friends, it's that those friends were black men."

Noah was stunned into silence. Could she be right? He tried to picture if he would be just as upset if Juno had left the bar with a group of white guys. His mind felt like it was splitting in two for a moment. He shook his head, giving up on trying to do the mental math. It wasn't important right now whether his feelings were racist, what was important was that Juno thought he was racist. He couldn't bear that.

"I... I'm sorry," said Noah humbly. "I'll try to be a little less prejudiced in the future."

Juno stared down at him for a moment with her chilly blue glare, then let out a breath, her expression softening. "That's ok Noah. I think we all have some growth to do. Me too." She pulled Noah into an embrace, and he couldn't help but smell a faint whiff of spicy cologne on her.

Juno pulled away, giving him a curvy smile. Noah's worries melted away in the face of her renewed warmth. "But I'm sorry if you felt bad tonight, no matter what those feelings stem from. Maybe I can... make it up to you?" She planted a long lingering kiss on his neck.

Noah smiled but said "Not tonight, babe. Sorry, I'm dead tired. But I'll take you up on that tomorrow." Juno looked a little disappointed but kissed him goodnight.

When Noah was sure she was asleep, he stealthily hurried to the couch and opened his laptop. He had totally forgotten to finish the strange reflection quiz, and he obviously didn't want Juno to see any of his answers. He would just quickly finish and slip back into bed.

The next question popped onto the screen.

[How many times did you jerk off while she was with him?]

Noah frowned and typed [0]

[Your answer was flagged for potential dishonesty. Again, please be as honest as you can]

Noah felt his face grow hot.

[4]

That must have been the last question because a new screen popped up.

[Thank you for your honesty. Your answers will be scored by your professor.]

Noah realized that he had totally forgotten to exit out of his private browser as well. Tab after tab was filled with the dirtiest interracial porn he had been able to find.

And most of it focused on petite, pale, dark-haired girls being utterly dominated by massive black dicks. To his shame, the porn had just been a supplement to his fevered imagination of what his girlfriend could be doing with her new black friend.

Noah had refused sex with Juno because he had been sure that his sore, rubbed raw penis would never be able to perform after cumming three times while Juno was gone. But he was horrified and aroused when his cock stirred at the image of a tiny white woman stuffing her little mouth with ebony cock in a thumbnail. Noah looked nervously across the room to his sleeping girlfriend, then clicked play, lowered his pants, and began jerking off for the fifth time that night to the thought of his beautiful girlfriend betraying him with a black cock.

Lesson 2:

Two weeks later...

As Juno and Noah sat down for Professor Greene's class, Noah was a little upset to see that Juno was once again ignoring him as he talked, focusing instead on her phone.

Something had changed between them ever since that day of the first homework assignment. Noah had always considered their relationship to be very equal and loving. It still was, but there had definitely been a shift in the balance of power.

These days Juno was more strict with him when it came to chores around the apartment. And when they decided what they would eat, or what they would do on a given night, sometimes Juno would flatly override his desires, insisting on her preferences.

Juno had also become... pushier in bed. Their sex life had always been a little vanilla, with Noah firmly taking the lead. It had taken him many months of gentle persuasion before they had made love the first time, and Juno had up until recently still been shy and submissive in bed. Now Juno demanded certain positions that they normally didn't use, or pushed him to go faster and harder. Noah had to admit that he didn't hate it. It was an interesting novelty for his sweet girlfriend to suddenly take charge and give him orders during sex.

Finally, his girlfriend's wardrobe had started to change, subtly but noticeably. She had bought a couple of skirts, a clothing item she had always sneered at as impractical and even a little slutty in the past. Many of her favorite cardigans had stayed on their hangars the past few weeks, and the tight tops that used to be used strictly as undershirts now were the only layer she wore. Noah had never thought this would happen. The joke at their private school had been that Juno Evans was a nun in another life. She had always covered up from wrist to ankle ever since Noah had known her. Noah actually thought the new outfits looked great. He loved seeing more of Juno's tight little body, and if the guys on campus were able to see glimpses of her pale, toned legs and see the shape of her perky tits more easily, that wasn't a big deal.

Overall, Noah decided it wasn't worth complaining about. The shift in his girlfriend's attitude was noticeable, but overall the changes really were subtle. Juno was still the same old loving girl who treated him like a king. He could live with all of her new habits.

Except maybe the phone thing.

Recently, Juno had been getting totally absorbed in her phone at times, thumbs eagerly tapping away, a slight smile on her face as she stared at the screen. Sometimes she would break off a conversation with Noah mid-thought if her phone buzzed.

She was clearly texting someone. Noah had been afraid to ask who it was, but by this point, things had gotten out of hand.

"Ummm, Juno?" asked Noah meekly as the rest of the students filed into class, "Who are you texting exactly?"

"Huh?" said Juno distractedly, her thumbs gliding quickly over the screen with a little smile on her face. "You say something, babe?"

Noah noticed that Arthur and Cecily were already there. Arthur was on his knees at his sister's feet, tying her shoe while she stared down with a strange, smug look in her eyes. Rosemary and Miles walked in the door of the classroom. Miles was weighed down by Rosemary's heavy book bag in addition to his own.

Noah should probably take this opportunity to let it go, rather than pushing forward and getting an answer that he would regret hearing, but not knowing was killing him. He asked again. "Who is it you're texting, Juno?"

His pained tone finally drew her attention, and she crinkled her lovely brows as though he had just asked the stupidest question in the world. "Oh. It's Dominic of course."

Noah's stomach swooped. He didn't recognize the name, but then, he wouldn't, would he?"Dominic...?" he said in a searching tone.

Now Juno was getting annoyed. "Dominic!" she said, rolling her eyes. "The man we met at the pub the other night. Well, the man I met the other night. You weren't there," she corrected herself with a giggle.

"And, um, what sort of things are you talking about?" asked Noah numbly, his heart sinking as he mentally flashed back to all of the times recently Juno had ignored him to text her new friend.

Professor Greene stepped to the front of the class and called for attention.

"Alright class, it's time for another special lecture!" said the gorgeous professor sweetly. Noah had been so distracted by Juno before that he hadn't noticed, but Professor Greene was wearing a daringly low-cut top today under her blazer, showcasing a smooth expanse of her creamy breasts to the class. Noah did a double take as he noticed small black marks on her skin, peeking just above her low-cut top. Did Professor Greene have a tattoo on her tits? The idea that such a proud, respected woman could hold such a slutty secret aroused and disturbed Noah. It almost looked like words... He thought that if he could just see another few centimeters, he would see enough of the words to read the tattoo...

The lights clicked off and the projector turned on with its usual low pulsating buzz. The screen read:

"The African Male: Evidence of Genetic Superiority"

"For hundreds of years, white males have been desperate to paint Black men as inferior." Explained Professor Greene in a low, persuasive voice.

"But why is that exactly? Where does this hysterical need to put down black men come from?"

The slide changed, showing the two recognizable models, the skinny white man, and the powerfully built black man. Now they were standing side by side wearing small briefs which were much more flattering to the black man.

"The answer is simple. One of the primary drives of life is to pass on one's genes. And white men know at a core, instinctual level that in a fair competition, they could never win against black men."

The image shifted again, to the black man lifting an impressively large weight while the white man struggled to lift one less than half the size. "The difference in physical performance is so obvious that white men can't even dispute it. Black men dominate all fields which call for exceptional physical prowess."

Now the slide showed just a closeup of the white model's face. He looked almost close to tears. "So white men went to work. They controlled society to try to keep black men poor and less educated. That way, they could claim they had the edge intellectually."

The picture changed. The Black man stood tall and proud, the white man had fallen to his knees, his shoulders slumped in defeat. "Foolishness, obviously. When factors like income and privilege are removed, Black men equal or even outperform white men in all intellectual categories. Black men reign unquestionably supreme when it comes to genetics. And this is a major issue for the poor white boy."

Now the picture was familiar, the image of the pale woman between the two men. "Because women are hard-wired to seek superior genes to pass on to their children. White men have been engaged in a centuries-long grift to keep white women from the superior men they've been seeking all along. Because white women will inevitably make the correct, natural choice when they know that black men are superior physically, mentally..."

The next image almost shocked Naoh out of his comfortable acceptance of Professor Greene's words. Two hard naked cocks stood framed on the screen. On the right, a tiny, slightly curved pale dick. On the left, a massive, shiny black cock stretched across the screen, pushing well into the half dedicated to the white penis. Was it really alright for a professor to show this in class? Noah looked around the room, gauging the class's reaction. No one else seemed bothered. Juno's eyes were rapidly darting around the image, and she had unconsciously raised a finger to her mouth, biting it lightly.

"...and sexually," continued Professor Greene in her slow, sensuous voice. "That's correct. What you have all suspected is true. Surveyed women report that sexual intercourse with black men is up to five times more intense and satisfying than with white men."

The image switched to the one that had been burned into Noah's brain ever since the first special lecture. The nude model between the black and white man, her hand softly gripping the superior cock. He was shocked that the image was real: he had convinced himself he must have imagined it. Professor Greene continued the lecture. "Although the crude statement 'Once you go black, you never go back' is said in jest, sociological studies show that it is based in truth. Once the lies of the white man's establishment have been exposed, women make the clear, natural genetic choice again and again."

The last image on the screen was the nude white woman gripping the naked black man tightly, his drooling cock pressed up against her belly, making a crude demonstration of how far his cock would penetrate her. She stared at his face with smoldering lust as he looked straight at the camera with a smug expression of victory.

*Click*

The projector shut off and the lights turned on, leaving the class blinking and rubbing their eyes once again.

Noah turned to see Juno staring into the distance with a faraway look in her eyes. He thought it would be better not to disturb her.

"Now, as for your assignment this week!" said Professor Greene brightly. "One major way that the white male establishment maintains the falsity of black male inferiority is through movies and television. Black men are often portrayed as stupid, violent criminals. This week, watch any piece of media with your lab partner prominently featuring black men. Afterward, discuss how it made you feel. That is all."

Noah tried to talk to Juno as they left the classroom, but she had become absorbed in her phone again, and he knew better than to interrupt her.

One-on-One Tutoring:

This time it was almost a relief to relax back onto the couch in Dr. Cherry's office, smelling her sweet and musky perfume.

When Dr. Cherry met him at the door, she had bizarrely been wearing gym clothes, her face and body beaded slightly with shining sweat. She apologized profusely, saying that she had lost track of time and had to hurry over to make it here for his appointment. Would he mind if she simply held his session in her current outfit? Noah couldn't help but survey her body as she asked. While sports bras normally contained and deemphasized breasts, this one served only to further advertise the roundness and heft of the therapist's big chocolatey tits while also exposing her sexy toned belly. The leggings she wore left nothing to the imagination, tight and clingy enough to showcase her thick thick thighs and enormous round butt.

"It's- it's no problem at all, Dr. Cherry," Noah had said in a cracked voice, trying to keep his eyes off her body.

"So, as usual, Noah," said Dr. Cherry in her usual deep soothing voice as Noah sat back on the couch, "I want to discuss what you saw in class today. How did it make you feel?"

"It...it honestly made me feel a little bad," said Noah, letting out a frustrated breath and filling his nose with Dr. Cherry's alluring perfume.