History

Josh made his way down the halls, passing his fellow classmates as he did so. It was a strange school for Josh, as he was a shy kid and so should have easily fallen into the background, but as a white student with very popular athletic brothers, that wasn't possible. As a white student, he was always observed by the colored to be sure he had whatever he needed.

As there were colored staff that served the white students and faculty. As well as colored students who were there to learn how to better serve their betters until they reached seniority, where they were made into servants of the local white population within the school. So the hallways were always loud, which didn't help the shy Josh.

As either white students and faculty were talking rather loudly to each other, or they were using the coloreds in rather loud ways. He saw a Black man bent over and being pegged by a rather aggressive pretty blond. In another part of the hallway, he saw a Latino woman being used as furniture by a rather obese white student. He would give her a smack on her ass every so often while the crumbs of his snack crumbled on the Latino's face.

He was able to pace these debauched games and others happening to make it to his history class, the first class of his school day. He quickly made his way in and sat down at his desk that was near the back of the room. The class wasn't nearly full yet; with the other students, it was mostly empty besides the examples and the teacher.

The examples were several girls of different colored nationalities there to be used to show the race that screwed up what. It usually went something along the lines of the Black did this, which screwed up that, and so the Black girl would get a single swipe with the teacher's little short whip before they moved on to the next failures of the other races, which seemed endless, Josh thought, and honestly made him wonder sometimes how they made it as long as they did.

His mind was taken off this train of thought as the history teacher, Miss Ferris, came over to stand in front of his desk. "Early as usual, Josh. I love how you're always on time. I wish the others were like you." Mr. Ferris said in a sweet voice as she thought about how the rest of her students were too busy having fun getting their rocks off to ever be on time.

"Thank you, Mr. Ferris. I try to be the best student I can be." Josh said in a quiet but in a firm voice. This caused Mrs. Ferris to smile in a predatory way before getting down, causing her breast to be level with Josh's eye, as she was a tall, big-breasted lady. She put her hand on his lap, the hand going up and down his thigh suggestively.

"Oh, I know, Josh; you've been my best student since the start. In fact, you're the only one I've ever had. They would be fine landing my examples whenever you wanted." Mr. Ferris said in a very pleased way as she saw the blush on Josh's face, but before she could continue, the other students came in and class had to start.

Mrs. Ferris gave a frustrated sigh and went to the front of the class and began teaching. So it was that for the next hour they learned of the failure of the other races and the whites' inherent superiority for not failing as much as the races did. Several colored seniors were under desks tending to their betters with their mouths.

Soon enough class ended and the students made their way out. Some walked on their own feet, others were carried by the servants, and the last few rode out on latex-covered girls. This left Josh and Ferris alone in the classroom besides the example girls. Josh always waited to leave, not wanting to be a part of the rush out, and Mrs. Ferris didn't leave, obviously, because it was her classroom. Mrs. Ferris was staring at Josh rather meaningfully.