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Subject: {ASSM} Activist Teacher in Africa   (mF, reluc, nc, interr)
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Date: Tue, 31 May 2016 05:11:43 -0400
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   Activist Teacher in Africa [mF, reluc, nc, interr] by DiscipleN

   Clementine Francher stood with her back against the blackboard,
wondering for the first time if she shouldn't have accepted the Foreign
Teacher Corp's invite to the Sudan.

   "You misunderstand, Pavbi, I don't want to take my clothes off.  I want
you to put yours back on."

   "But Miss says Pavbi take clothes.  I take yours now."

   "That was an example of grammar.  You shouldn't have left your desk."
The dark black boy tilted his head, clearly confused, and clearly engrossed
in his teacher's breasts jutting from her svelt frame.  His dangling cock
was long but thin.  "Now put your shirt and pants back on and take your
seat." Didn't the boy feel any shame, having stripped in front of the other
boys in the classroom?  Girls were taught in a different building.

   Pavbi grinned.  "Okay, I take your seat." He stepped closer, until his
outstretched hand could grasp his teacher's peach shaped hips.  "Turn
around blackboard." Pavbi told her.  His young but strong arms wrenched the
taller, now sputtering woman, around by a half turn.  He snickered at the
sight of her plump ass.  It was nearly as high as his chin!

   "P-Pavbi, let me go!"

   The less bold boys giggled and gave their friend a high hand, signaling
their approval.  Clementine thought they wanted to asked questions.

   "The other boys need my help.  You cannot push up my skirt like that!"
She started to lose control of her voice.  It crackled with fear.  Twisting
back to face her students proved impossible.  For such a starving, thin
lad, Pavbi was strong like a big monkey.

   "Huh.  What this?" Pavi discovered his teacher's wide pair of panties.
He'd never seen anything like them.  The females he had abused before could
hardly afford a skirt.  "You want other boy help?"

   He spoke in his native tongue.  "Check out this white woman's cunt
protector!  Man, did she come prepared or what?  I need to get it off of
her.  Boboo, Tranc, hold this curvy, white bitch while I pull it."

   "Oh, Boboo and Tranc, thank you for rescuing me!  Take Pavbi and his
clothes back to his desk.  Hey!  What are you-?  Stop that!" Miss Francher
yelped!  "Pavbi, don't tug on my underpants.  Nooooo!"

   The leader was not gentle.  His dark arms ripped his teacher's panties
down her pasty thighs, tearing them and scratching her in the process.  His
friends held her tight.  When she tried to swat at them, they caught her
arms and pinned them behind her back.  This forced their teacher to lean
into the blackboard until, turning her head, one cheek pressed against it.
Chalk made her face whiter.

   Pavbi leaned forward into the crack of Miss Francher's ass, until his
thin cheeks were pressed between her fat cheeks.  She smelled like white
woman, a nasty smell of soap turned sour by sweat in the hot air, with fear
wafting stronger from her bung.

   "You ass smell nasty!" The boy got really excited.  His narrow, black
prick leaped from his crotch, until its full ten inches bounced off of the
lady's thigh.  She was too tall to fuck directly.  He looked around and
spied her chair.  It was tall, but if he kneeled on it...

   Clementine noticed the boy retreat.  "Okay, you learned its bad to smell
your teacher.  Now, let me go, Tranc, Boboo.  I'll-" She heard something
scrape across the pounded dirt floor.  The sound stopped close behind her.
"What's that?" She struggled against her captors but their black fingers
held firm.

   Something very firm and very warm prodded her butt.  "Pavbi!  You
wouldn't!  Get away from me!!" She shouted.  "Help, somebody!  You boys get
help!  I'm being raped!"

   "No!" Pavbi shouted at his classmates.  "You not help.  Tranc and Boboo
maybe later.  Teacher only I help now." To demonstrate his power over their
teacher, he spanked her ass."

   "Yaooowwww!" Clementine cried!  "No, Pavbi.  That hurt!"

   "Okay.  This feel good now." He cheered her and rammed his arrow into
her.  Dry but thrust passionately, his cock knew where to go.  It found the
teacher's cunt hole and buried itself inside.

   "AAAAHHHH!!!  That hurts!  That HURTS!!!" She screamed!  "No no no no
noooo!!"

   Dry stroking his long, callused dick wasn't fun at first, but Pavbi was
experienced at raping bitches.  Even this white one pained his plunging
prick.  He ignored the initial scraping, confident what would happen
quickly.  All the boys suffered worse pain everyday, trying to steal food,
or working in the barren fields, or hauling trash, and taking lashes from
their bosses and parents.

   How had this happened?  Wasn't anyone looking out for the teachers?  It
was as if the FTC had been hired to find white women to become playthings
for the people here.  That was ridiculous, of course.  The black man who
hired her had been a respectful gentleman.  He smiled so kindly and
appreciatively, when she had signed the Corps' contract.

   But here she was in a tiny village not far from a small town in hottest
Africa.  Sweat poured down her back, dripping between her spread butt and
soothing the hard cock ravaging her.  She'd only been here a week!  And now
she was pressed against sample sentences, blurring them with her cheek, as
the boy behind her thrust heartily into her body.  Two boys holding her
firmly, giggled and nodded.  Would it be their turn next?

   The drops of sweat that dampened his cock were dew before a rain. 
Slowly a more slippery liquid oozed from Clementine's puss.  Pavbi sensed
his effort getting easier.  He felt her cunt loosen its grip as the
secretions slicked onto his pumping rod.  It started to feel good.

   Oh, the hurt was easing, physically.  Mentally, Clementine Francher,
despaired anew.  Her body was only reacting to prevent her rapist from
seriously injuring her.  She told herself, but as the burning friction
lessened, another hot sensation replaced it.  The length and strength and
depth of her black rapist's plunging struck places in her that had never
felt such ardor before.  This boy knew something of women and how to use
his fuck tool to confuse them.

   "Must fuck cunt!" The boy began chanting in his own language.  The words
drilled into his victim's mind.  "Must fuck cunt!"

   The woman thought he was about to orgasm.  "No!  Pull out, Pavbi!  I
can't let you cum in me!  Get out of me!" But already, she felt a question
surfacing.  Did she really want him to stop?  His prick wasn't hurting her
anymore.  It's quick, sturdy strokes rapped something far more pleasant
inside her loins.

   Pavbi was far away from cumming.  His balls had started grinding,
increasing the pressure of boy fuck juice, but his hammering shaft could
fuck this white woman's cunt for a while yet, before he blew its gasket. 
"Miss want cum, but not soon!" He blurted in bad English before switching
back to his preferred tongue.  Must fuck cunt!  Must fuck cunt!"

   "I DON'T want your cum!  I don't!!" But she was starting to realize the
boy's efforts were creating a division in her resolve.  His native chant
sounded more and more like a song to her.  It was oddly compelling.

   "Must fuck cunt!  Must fuck cunt!"

   The two boys beside her chimed in.  "Must fuck cunt!  Must fuck cunt!"

   They were rallying behind their friend.  Pavbi drilled her cunt to their
rhythm.  Their singing, and his fucking resonated deep inside of Miss
Francher.  Her vagina convulsed from a minor orgasm, but it was no respit
from her impaler.  Cunt cream sloshed over the invading, African spear.  He
fucked harder.

   The woman's cunt lurched around his dick.  Pavbi threw his hips against
his teacher's ass with passion redoubled.  This white woman was starting to
feel like a pretty good fuck!

   "Must fuck cunt!  Must fuck cunt!" He sang faster.  Now all the boys
were singing.  They stood in their classroom throwing their fists into the
air with same speed that Pavbi plowed their teacher's white ass with his
long black rod.

   Clementine didn't even realize that Boboo and Tranc had released her,
until she saw their hands pumping up and down.  Yet she was unable to free
herself from Pavbi's ruttings.  She wriggled, but it only inflamed the boy.

   "Must fuck cunt!  Must fuck cunt!" Pavbi knew he was getting close. 
Soon he would see just how good a fuck this foreign white bitch was.  Her
body felt as if she was trying to fuck back against his prick.  That was
rare when he raped a female.  It was special.  It felt terrific!  He
grabbed her hips and tried to force her to match his rhythm.

   The boy was relentless.  He could fuck her all day, if he wanted. 
Clementine bit her lip.  Was that what she wanted?  He took her attempts to
shake him off and turned them into more pleasurable, mutual poundings.  Her
cunt melted from a second, better orgasm.  "Ooooohhh, Pavbi.  It's sooo
goooood!!!"

   "But you have to STOOOP-P-P!!" She pleaded without a shred of
conviction, embarrassment her only remaining motive to fight her attacker.
Goo from her insides stippled down her thigh and soaked into her torn
panty.

   "Must fuck cunt!  Must fuck cunt!" The sperm in Pavi's balls were
boiling to get into the hot pussy that awaited them with streams of cunt
juice.  "Must-," He missed a downbeat with his chant, but he wasn't ready
to cum just yet.

   Of all the bitches he had fucked, willingly and unwillingly, Pavbi had
not felt a more powerful build up in his cock and balls.  He head swam with
sensations of victory and power, while his body bucked like a mad bull!

   Clementine matched the pounding rhythm with her own backwards fuck
motions.  Cock and cunt merged into a powerful engine of ecstasy.  They
became an instrument of joyous sex pouding, deep notes like a kettle drum,
while their voice sang in elevated pitch, loud enough to excite the whole
room.  All of her students crowed around to watch their new found hero turn
this prim white stranger into a lustful slave to their desires.

   "Ooohh, fuck me!  Fuck me!" Their teacher wailed!

   "Must fuck cunt.  Must fuck cunt.  Must fuck cunt!  MUST - FUCK - CUNT!"
Pavbi hollered.  His thrusting slowed, but his force increased.  He could
feel his cock lurch.  "MUST"

   "FUCK"

   "FFFFUUUUCKKK!!" His balls exploded with cum.  His cock aimed true and
deep.  He slammed his loins against the bitch's ass and blasted her insides
with billions of black baby makers.  Her cunt rippled, sucking the jets of
boiling spunk into its core.  Her cervix gasped and sucked.  Jet after jet
shot into her womb and drenched any eggs waiting within.

   "God, NO!!!  You're putting a black baby into me!" Clementine orgasmed
for the third time.  She hardly knew what she was saying, but her mind lit
up at the thought of one of her poor, underprivileged students inseminating
her with a pulsing stream of black boy cum!  She screamed out her rapture,
her view of the world tunneled, darkening.  She kept shouting, "Not a black
baby!  Not a black baby!  NOOOOO!!!"

   Miss Clementine Francher had never before felt so alive and humiliated
and hurting and joyous and powerless and sick and released and full.

   Pavbi clung to her hips like a snake, plugging her cunt with throbbing
cock to keep every gout of cum inside the teacher where it belonged.  The
room had fallen silent.

   Dozens of eyes looked around, at each other, at the boy mated to the
woman, at the cum and cunt juice dripping down into white cotton panties,
at their teacher's glowing, shamed face.  The boys hardly dared to breath,
lest they spoil the moment.  Inside their head, the chant never stopped. 
"Must fuck cunt."

   What seemed like hours of ecstasy lasted a handful of minutes. 
Clementine felt the last spurt of Pavbi's cum boil into her.  Her quivering
pussy calmed, and she felt her heartbeat slow from incessant pounding to
frightful anticipation.  She pulled her chalk smeared face away from the
blackboard and surveyed the room.  She was surrounded by young, black boys.
   One by one, they began removing their clothes.  

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