Miss Davies speaks to another young mum-to-be

Miss Cynthia Davies, the slim, blonde, thirty-year old pastoral head of year sat in her office with Abbey Grundy, a small, slim blonde schoolgirl. Abbey had asked to see Miss Davies and the teacher instinctively understood why before the pretty teen had begun to explain.

Miss Davies knew that Abbey was pregnant; the incidences of students becoming pregnant were increasing across the county and this school was no different. Indeed, such was the number recently-three in the past two month- she thought that this was at least one discipline where they excelled.

Miss Davies got up from behind her desk and sat next to timid Abbey. She embraced the girl and asked her who the daddy was. Abbey wouldn't say as she didn't want to cause him any trouble. Miss Davies persisted to ask if Abbey's baby was black or white; Abbey allowed herself a nervous smile, put her hand on her belly and told the teacher that she was going to be a mummy to a black baby. 'My parents and other white people are going to be upset with me, I know people complain when white girls go with black boys, I know they think we should stay white ', Abbey continued, 'but I'm actually so happy, I really wanted his black baby and now I have it, growing inside me. I can't wait until my baby is born'.

Miss Davies gulped, silently mortified to hear of another promising white girl claimed as African breeding stock, but she reassured Abbey that that the college would support her, allowing her an extra year to make up for the time she would miss having her baby and they were creating a crèche where girls could leave their babies while they were in lessons. Abbey smiled, thanked Miss Davies for her support and help-she was grateful for the crèche and gave her a kiss and left the office.

Miss Davies sat and sighed, another white girl impregnated by a black boy. At this rate, the crèche would be solely used by white girls and their black babies. Miss Davies took a moment to visualize one of those ignorant black thugs stuffing his big cock into sweet little Abbey's unsullied white pussy. Cupping her right breast and teasing her pretty pink nipple underneath her bra and blouse he imagined the teen moaning with discomfort and desire as she was bred perhaps here at school, she imagined him shooting..NO!!!!

Miss Davies admonished herself. She was the pastoral head of year and had responsibilities to the students' welfare and happiness and any fancies she had sexually had to be ignored. The numbers of white girls pregnant to black boys was increasing, and she wondered if the fathers were students too, and not wily old negro perverts helping themselves to the precious flowers of the white race.

She had spoken to Mr Abbas, the black deputy head previously about this and he didn't wish to pursue the matter. Well, after Abbey's news she would ensure that Mr Abbas did something about it!