Miss Davies underestimated Faisal's determination, for as soon as Miss Davies reached the bottom of the stairs and disappeared around the corner heading for Mr Abbas's office , Janice heard him call her and looked up the stairs. Faisal was looking down at her from two floors above. ‘C’mon up here.’ She obeyed him. As she climbed the stairs to her Muslim master she nervously knew she was about to lose her virginity to him. She had detected a determined attitude in the black boy since they had met that morning before school and he had kissed and fondled almost unremittingly all day, even in the lessons that they had shared. From what she understood from those of her friends who already belonged to black boys, sex was a prerequisite if you wanted to stay with a black guy; they didn’t wait for it, they wanted it and you spread for them.
When she reached him, he took hold of her hand and led her along the corridor and took her inside Miss Grant’s classroom. It wasn’t empty-Mrs Simbanda was sat inside marking papers.
Mrs Simbanda was a history teacher approaching middle age; she was black. Janice blushed again when Mrs Simbanda looked up. Janice was extremely self-conscious about her tendency to flush when embarrassed; she knew Mrs Simanda and Faisal with their dark brown skin never had to worry about such things and she felt inferior to them-they had such poise, confidence and dignity that she felt second-rate and subordinate. However, he wanted her and so she reasoned that if she could attract such a gorgeous black boy then she had some value.
Faisal asked if the room was free, the teacher said that it was and she asked if he had put ‘her’ (looking at Janice) on birth control. Janice said that she wasn’t before the black woman told her that ‘black people were speaking’. Janice apologised and was silent.
Faisal opened the door to the storeroom and told Mrs Simanda that Janice would be put on the pill. He would see ‘the doctor’. ‘Good, keep your cock out of her cunt when you come until she’s on it’. Janice was shocked to hear them discuss her so bluntly and so openly; she was a virgin about to be deflowered by the boy she adored-one of the most precious and beautiful things a girl could experience and her boyfriend and a teacher were discussing him fucking her and him putting her birth-control! Her mother would be devastated if she knew!
Faisal pulled her into the storeroom and closed the door. He rang his hand through her blonde hair and smiled at her. She thought he had such big beautiful dark brown eyes and she told him that she wanted him to have her; she undid the top buttons of her school blouse. He stopped her as she undid her second button, kissed her and took his shirt off. He had a wonderful physique and he knew it. He knew she would be entranced by his body; Janice longed to kiss him, to run her tongue slowly over his smooth, velvet dark brown skin. She wanted to kiss and suck and love his dark nipples-goodness,why didn’t he undress her? Her pastel pink nipples were rigid and stuck out and they longed for his mouth on them.
Faisal took off his trousers and then his underwear. Then fully naked he stood in front of Janice, who was by now frantic with lust, frenzied with craving for him. Faisal was in complete control of himself and the white girl. She instinctively knew not to touch him until he permitted it. Her eyes were fixed on his big, thick, erect, beautiful black cock and her hands were up her skirt rubbing her soaked pussy and squeezing her left nipple. Her breathing was quick and restless ‘please, please have me! Please, please love me, oh God, take me, PLEASE. I love you so much!!’
Faisal was pleased. Through his expert manipulation of her, he had won another white girl. Another Christian converted. Another blue eyed blonde daughter of the white man won over for Africa. He grabbed her, Janice almost fainting with delight as his rock-hard cock pushed against her belly; he expertly undid the buttons of her blouse, and then undid her bra, exposing her large, pale breasts and she pushed her chest out to offer her excited, taut teats to him; she wanted him to suck them so much.
She had to wait to wait a moment longer for his touch, Faisal bent down and pulled her skirt off her and then finally slowly, pulled her pretty white knickers down and she was naked. Faisal knelt before her, inches from her pussy damp from desire (Janice had pleasured herself often in bed, but her body had never felt like this). Faisal delighted in her blonde pubic hair; he looked up and smiled ‘A true blonde!’ Janice had to lean back on the wall for support such was her ache for him.
He put his hands on her hips and pulled her pussy to him, he pushed his nose to her cunt and breathed in, relishing her feminine cum and scent; Janice held his head to her and he began to eat.
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