Strategizing

Xavier, Phoebe and Estela lounged naked in the Beta Beta Chi atrium, pouring over a map of their local town. If they were to launch the Black New World Order, if they were to plant a black baby in every womb and create a generation of femboys, they'd need to plan well.

It would begin on campus, first and foremost. The university's populations was 70% female, and relatively diverse. The same could be said for the staff and faculty, majority young and female - academia and school attendance these days generally reflected that trend. It was a fact of great promise - if women were the most educated, and then chose to breed black, then surely it would reflect well on the movement.

Phoebe huffed, annoyed that anyone at all was resisting the movement. "I wish more men were like you, Xavier. Some of these people are going to be annoying."

Estela nodded, fingering herself lightly. "Brianna is lucky to have you. Have you thought about getting married?"

Xaiver blushed, dick rising as the pair of gorgeous blondes stared at him. "Well, yes. I love Brianna, and I love our lifestyle. It really depends on you guys - after all, I'd like to live here long term, and well, help out." He grinned sheepishly as he twitched, precum already piling up at the thought of living out his fetish dream in the sorority.

"Tell you what. If you can help us take over the town, you can stay. Deal?" Estela asked, an enthusiastic nod from Xavier answering her question. "Okay then," Phoebe said, "What is it about us that you love so much? Maybe that will help us appeal."

Xavier pondered the question for a moment, before speaking. "Jealousy is a powerful emotion, often accompanied by sexual arousal. BBC combines the most - for obviously bigoted reasons - powerful feelings in a man. It feels dirty, it feels unstoppable, it feels so many emotions that men traditionally have been denied access to. Modern men especially are in a difficult rat race of masculinity, and so surrendering your girlfriends - hence masculinity - is incredibly exciting."

Phoebe and Estela stared at each other, slack jawed at how on-point Xavier was. "What do we have to do to get others on board then?" Phoebe asked, rising to her feet.

"Promise them only the tiniest bit of judgement. Treat BBC - and hotwife-ing in general - as an exciting experiment that, at first, doesn't reflect on them. Gradually, resistant men will _want _to be cucked so that the sex remains exciting. If you want a specific plan for putting our bulls in close contact with women, I can draw on-" He gasped as Phoebe kissed his length, sliding her tongue up and down his tiny shaft.

"Good boy." She purred, as a football player opened the door to the lounge and stepped in. He grinned at Xavier, before positioning himself behind phoebe.

"You want to help us get blacked don't you? Want to see your sister, your cousin, your best friend and girlfriend ripped away from you?" She moaned as the 7 foot tall hunk slid into her.

Xavier nodded, eliciting a fistbump from the footballer as they picked up the pace.

"You want to watch as true men, real men cum over and over inside us? Breed us black? You want eat their creampies from between our thighs and lick them off our lips?" She gasped, shivering from the cock inside of her. Xavier bucked his hips, almost cumming - before Phoebe abruptly stopped. "Say it." She whispered as the mandingo quickly emptied a load into her womb, and then on to her face.

"Yes." Xavier whimpered, as the mandingo's cum seeped from her pussy and on to his thigh. That was all Phoebe needed, before sitting down on Xaviers cock, cum and all, riding him with reckless abandon. She kissed him deeply as he came inside of her, the two sources of seed mixing perfectly inside her womb.

"The Blacked Legion thanks you for your service. We'll put it to a vote, but I'd say you and Brianna are here to stay." Estela grinned, lapping up the sweat and musk of Tyrell.