The drive to his cousin's

Mustafa got in the backseat and Abbey joined him, taking care to cross her legs and pull her skirt up to allow him a good view of her legs. Crossing her legs tightly also provoked her already moist pussy. The old lady turned around to smile at them and then started the car and drove. The journey to Mustafa’s cousin’s house took a quarter of an hour and Abbey spent it with his hand on her thigh. He placed it there within seconds of the car moving off having viewed her legs with interest and kept it there. He didn’t move towards her panties, nor did he take his hand off her for a second. He kept his hand on her white thigh, asserting his sole rights to her.

The old lady noted with pleasure at how the young blonde girl shamelessly exhibited herself to Mustafa.

Things had certainly changed from when she was their age. It was the white man’s world then and she and many others had suffered the misery of discrimination and prejudice. Her life had been injured by racism and injustice. Now, she reflected contentedly, the white race was in retreat and the young blonde seated in the back of the car (and many more like her) was unconsciously playing her part.

The stratagem of using interracial sex to triumph over the white race and his religion was proving to be both flawless and satisfying. They rejected the white man’s way of segregation, prejudice and **** and instead simply utilized the superiority of the black man and woman and the readiness of the Christian white woman to mate with Muslim men and then bear the resultant Muslim babies. It was proving to be a flawless concept and the results were extremely satisfying. It was for the greater good.

Abbey was ignorant of such policies, all she understood was her ambition to be fucked by a black boy was about to be realised. His hand was on her thigh and she wanted him to reach further up! He wouldn’t move his hand, much to her frustration. She was excited however, and the biological urge to mate was preparing her body for her first lover.

The black boys who congratulated Mustafa understood. They all appeared to know. Abbey did have a vague feeling of being deployed in a sort of scheme, but she didn’t know how or why. She did know however that she had passed the point where she could or would retreat, so she waited, excited, aroused and utterly enthralled by the hand on her thigh.

They arrived at Mustafa’s cousin’s house. It was a grand, detached property and Mustafa led Abbey out of the car. Mustafa bid farewell to the old lady before he knocked on the front door. Abbey nervously smiled at her. The old lady nodded at her and reversed the car off the driveway and drove off. Mustafa put his hand up Abbey’s skirt and grabbed her smooth, firm bottom and in broad daylight pulled her knickers down to her knees and then grabbing hold of the shocked, overawed blonde teen’s head kissed her forcefully and impatiently. Abbey while being kissed attempted to pull up her knickers but her hands were pushed away and so, her white panties remained around her knees. It was this agreeable spectacle that greeted Mustafa’s older cousin when he opened his door; a white Christian teen girl displaying all the lack of piety and demureness that they had discussed. It augured well for the months and years ahead. Joy! It was just as they had been told. The true religion would prevail in this land.