Stop

Barely audibly Laura Pierce Hills whimpers weakly “N-no… S-stop-p” That is all that she does in an effort to stop Mr. Lewis Field’s fat charcoal-black finger pumping in and out of her pink flower. The most respected teacher in school is finger fucking her virgin twat.

Facing front, Laura misses the rueful grin that is plastered all over Mr. Field’s face. She also misses that his massive fat black cock is hanging out in the open. His pants are down around his knees as he continues to play with her vulva.

A chuckle escapes Mr. Field’s throat. He adds two more fingers to Laura’s pit of pleasure. The shocking amount of pleasure wrecking her body increases tenfold and her knees begin to grow weak and shake.

Laura curses this violation of her purity and hates herself for her own weakness to stop him as a sullen moan escapes her. “Precious, are you enjoying yourself?” Mr. Fields asks with loving tenderness that nearly makes her swoon.

Lewis chuckles at how wanton she is letting herself become, and Laura is without the will to stop this important man from insulting her morals. Moreover, he does just that and more as with an abrupt lurch she feels herself drawn down to his lap and…

The huge fat black cock pushes deep inside of her with a single thrust, and her internal organs shift and stretching beyond what her lithe white body is designed for. “Aeeeiiieee!!!” Laura screams until Mr. Fields covers her mouth with his hand. Still she is louder than he thought she would be. Laura jerks and strains against the bodily invasion, groaning and whimpering at the inconceivable violation. “Ooooooooohhhh!!!” the poor girl managed to exhale, sounding defeated already.

Laura’s inner muscles clench but cannot expel the invasion, and Mr. Fields holds the little blonde still to allow her poor abused ex-virgin tight pussy to adjust to the African interloper. After a moment or two Mr. Fields grabs a hold of Laura’s handful sized breasts and begins fondling them roughly. Kneading her bosom, he uses it to help power his thrusts into her depths. His hips lurch towards hers in an effort to drive deeper into her fertile depths. A growing part of her asks why her parents deny her this new wonderful feeling of fullness and completion, and wonder how they react to her getting it from an old negro.

“Thank you precious but this is bad… we have to stop.” Mr. Fields maliciously offers, twisting Laura's impressionistic mind into blaming herself for **** her favorite teacher.

Of course, Mr. Fields intends to continue plowing Laura’s richly fertile defenseless womb. If he is blessed, he may even get to knock her this sweet white girl. Already her hips and body undulate against his in an ancient primal rhythm of conquest.

“I have to stop, Laura.” Mr. Fields enunciates and speaks clearly for the camcorder’s boom mic to pick up. While Laura starts to quietly sob from shame and guilt for being responsible for this.