There were two pretty little grown up girls in James Parsons' house. One was black and one was white.
One was his daughter, and one was his servant. He was able to get the pretty baby face of the black cook's daughter to encase his erect cock in it.
Jonelle dressed up in the pretty frilly panties that he bought her. She posed in front of him with her body which looked years younger than she was.
And, she let him do anything to her. Anything.
"Come here baby, let my stick my finger up your asshole." James cooed to her.
Jonelle came. And, she made him come.
She wore high heels five sizes too big for her, and she wore his wife's old dresses like a little girl playing dress ups. And, then, she'd lift her skirt, and show him the smooth slit of her pussy.
He'd lift her onto his mahogany desk and shove his big, thick cock up her tight hole. Whichever hole he wanted.
And, she'd gasp and he'd pump back and forth. His cock skin would be pulled tightly by her narrow, childish canal.
And, she'd wear frilly panties, just like his pretty blonde daughter. Sandra Parsons wanted to stay a little girl, but she wanted to have grown up fun as well.
And, she did. With several willing men.
She craved their cocks underneath her pastel nighties. She rubbed herself thinking about them, as she sat in her puffed sleeve dresses.
She'd cream all over the ruffles of her silk panties. Her little pink slit would tremble with pleasure.
-The Publisher
Chapter One
"Goddamn the white folks!" Jonelle thought.
She kept her thoughts to herself and her boyfriend. Her actions were another thing.
"Goddamn them." she mumbled into the damp sheet.
"Whatsat you say?" Hubey asked her, as he refocused his attention.
"I said 'Goddamn whitey'!" Jonelle said to him.
"Caint we have a nice afternoon of fucking without you coming on about the white folks at the end of it, and ruin everything?" he said to her exasperatedly.
"Not while my mama still has to cook their food and take their shit." Jonelle said with that doggedness of hers.
Hubey stared up at the ceiling. Jonelle began to smile.
"Well, it hasn't been ruined has it?" she asked him
"Say what?" Hubey turned his face to her luminous brown one.
"This! Our 'afternoon of fucking' hasn't been such a waste, has it?" Jonelle asked him as she stroked the small amount of tight tufted curls on his muscular chest.
Hubey rolled over on his side to face her. His mouthful of big, white teeth began to show.
Soon he was shooting out his nice, large smile at his girlfriend. Jonelle flashed her little animal passion smile.
"Well has it? Has it been a waste, Hubey?" Jonelle asked him, affecting a little pout.
"Nah. No more than usual." Hubey said to her, turning his face back toward the ceiling.
"You!" Jonelle began, folding her graceful arms across her small, pert breasts.
"Me what?" Hubey asked, pulling her arms away from the brown treasures.
Before she could utter another monosyllable, Hubey was massaging her titties with his powerful hands. Jonelle arched her head back onto the pillow.
"Oh, baby!" she gurgled from her throat. "That's nice, you know what I like."
"I know that, baby." Hubey said to her, as he ran his thumbs in circles over her nipples.
Hubey began to clamber on top of her. He rested his considerably larger weight on his forearms.
He slid his hard thighs between her lean, smooth ones. Jonelle opened her legs further apart.
She felt the slightly sweaty warmth of her man descend onto her. She sighed with pleasure.
"Whatchoo sighing for, girl? I ain't started yet." Hubey said to her.
Jonelle laughed and her taut little stomach jiggled up against her boyfriend's pubic hair. Hubey pressed his advantage.
Jonelle bent her knees up slightly. She rubbed them against her lover's firm buns.
Hubey lowered his crotch to her barely haired mound. Jonelle felt the different sensation of his cock skin against her.
As almost always, his black dick was hard and ready for action. But, the skin that covered its surface was like velvety rubber.
Jonelle moved her hand down for a quick feel of the thing, before it entered her. She so much enjoyed the texture of it.
She also loved the pulsating strength it had. Hubey moved his pelvis slightly up to let his girlfriend feel him.
He was familiar with this appetite of hers. They had been meeting on her free afternoons for three years already.
He smiled slightly, with his lips closed as Jonelle moved her slender hand from the ring of his cock, back to the root. Then, she moved her hand gently out to the head.
She let her fingertip rest a moment on the hole, to see if any come had bubbled up there yet. But, as always, Hubey was in total command of his organ.
So, he was in total command of her, Jonelle thought. Almost total command, she amended her stream of consciousness.
Jonelle valued the reciprocities of their relationship. She could talk freely to him, and she could tease him.
But, once he was on top of her, she let herself go totally to him. Of course, at the end, once he had exercised enough control to get her on the smooth way to satisfaction, he let himself go totally to her, too.
Jonelle gave one last delicate squeeze around the shaft of Hubey's cock. Then, she let her hand travel lightly up the gradually lessening curliness of his lower abdomen.
Hubey felt her hand move up to his sculpted chest. He felt it linger appreciatively around his solar plexus.
He let her admire, let her hand admire his torso for a moment longer. Then, he pulled her hand up behind his strong neck.
Jonelle let him guide her hand to his nape. Then, with an upsurge of the warm feelings she felt for him, she hugged him affectionately around the neck.
That was a tender sight. For, she was so delicate, and he was so big and strong, that a neck hug from her to him was childlike and nicely balanced, rather than menacing.
Jonelle's slender arms wrapped around his football playing neck. She drew her head up to the side of his left cheek.
Hubey placed his big hands gently on Jonelle's small back. He felt her cunt hair brush up his aroused waistline as she brought herself close to his head.
She was so much shorter than he. Hubey moved one hand to her firm, round little ass.
He patted her rear end as if it was a baby's. And, indeed, it was a smooth, and round as an infant's.
Hubey inhaled Jonelle's delicate, perfumed odor. He sometimes wondered where she got the money for such nice perfume.
He hadn't even seen perfume like that in the local drugstores or department stores. But, at times like this, he was too busy enjoying the fresh scent to wonder about its origin.
Jonelle rubbed her pussy against Hubey's navel. Hubey had an "outie", since his father had been the only one to assist in his mother's delivery.
And, since then, everything about Hubey had been out. Like his cock, which was stretching out toward the warm air below Jonelle's crotch.
Jonelle cuddled with Hubey a minute more, then she too began to feel an urgent desire to press her crotch against, and over his.
Hubey caught her silent signals. He could interpret minute changes in her hand pressure and her eye positioning.
He helped her slide her small body down the wrinkled, dampish length of the bed clothes. Jonelle felt the white cotton scrape softly against her smooth brown back.
Farther up, and on one side, she felt her boyfriend's firm hands guiding her down to ground zero. Hubey liked to call it that.
He had signed onto the army in a moment of stupidity after he graduated from high school. He had been disappointed that a football scholarship had not come through.
He had been the best player in his high school, but somehow, he had been overlooked by the big colleges. So he had enlisted.
He stayed in long enough to learn a little terminology, and to learn to hate the army with a passion. His Southern base had been rife with racism and the hierarchism of army ranking.
Finally, he got out early, due to a technical error in his enlistment papers. And, he returned to his seaside hometown to coach the local kids in sports, working his way through a technical school.
But, he didn't feel too bad about it. Because, when he returned to his hometown, he met Jonelle again.
He'd known her since she was a toddler, when her mother had rolled her around the town center in her stroller, on her day off. Nobody knew who the father was, but Jonelle's mother was so meek, that nobody wanted to bother her about it.
Not the black towns folks, at least. The white people, if they thought about her at all, probably assumed that her condition was just typical of the lax morals of colored folk.
In any case, when Hubey got back to town, rather than being the awkward pre pubescent that he had last seen, Jonelle had turned into a luscious young lady. And, she knew it, too.
She knew how to handle herself. Half the boys in town were after her, but she hardly gave them a second look.
Hubey, however began to interest her right away. He was the biggest, strongest, and best looking guy around.
And, after a few weeks of preliminary flirting, which Jonelle did with a lot of talent, they were lovers. By then, Hubey had earned enough to rent his own apartment. And, he and Jonelle could now have a place to meet, and do what they were doing. Hubey felt the tip of his cock touch Jonelle's pubic hollow.
He put his hands behind her ass, and pulled her into position under him. He adjusted his pelvis.
Jonelle fluttered her eyelids. Her dark brown pupils glistened with excitement.
Hubey gazed intensely down at her pretty, young face. He moved his hands up to the sides of her indented waist.
Jonelle spread her thighs farther apart. She brought her pelvis up further.
She could feel the blunt tip of Hubey's cock pressing into her dark recesses. She moved her slender fingers to his flexed buns.
She gave them one circular stroke, then she pulled him toward her. Hubey sighed.
He tightened his knees. Then, he began to move his cock into Jonelle's hole.
At first she let herself be relaxed. She made her cunt hole as loose as its youth would allow.
It was always somewhat of a shock, although a pleasurable one, to feel Hubey's massive organ begin to penetrate her. Hubey was bigger than even a black man had any natural right to be, one of his early girlfriends had claimed.
But, Jonelle liked him just the way he was. Once he was inside of her, and she adjusted her canal to his immense thickness and length, he gave her more pleasure than any man, black or anything, had any natural right to, she thought.
The huge dick began to make its way into her cunt canal. Jonelle spread her thighs as far apart as she could.
She strove to open herself totally. She pressed her parted cunt lips against Hubey's curly pubic tufts.
The tickling pressure against her exposed clitoris would have been enough to bring her to a thrashing orgasm. But, that positioning of her vulvas mound was just a side effect of the necessity to open herself for Hubey's dick.
The clitoral stimulation would not have been necessary to bring her to climax, but as it was there, it made the enormous amount of stimulation that Jonelle received, from her boyfriend's cock gather at a fever pitch. Within five thrusts of his male member, Jonelle was moaning with ecstasy.
And, Hubey had not even brought the full length of his cock inside of her. He saved that for later, when he would rub it outside of Jonelle's quivering womb.
For the moment, Hubey just stroked and stroked his thickness in and out of her. Jonelle was gulping for breath and groaning as each new wave of pleasure surged over her spinal column.
He still had a long time to go before he would break into climaxes of pleasure. But, he was enjoying himself along the way.
He got enjoyment from watching Jonelle express her physical ecstasy. And, he got a slowly but steadily building pleasure from the soft, wet stroking of her cunt around his pumping cock.
Jonelle clasped and unclasped her ankles above Hubey's buns. Every now and then her heels dug softly into his flanks, as if she were riding a race horse from the bottom.
But, he was far from fast, and his pace needed no guiding. Hubey knew exactly what to do to satisfy a woman.
If Jonelle had enough space in her consciousness at that point she would have been keenly aware of it. But, what she would have been aware of would be that he gave her so much pleasure, she had no space in her consciousness for anything else.
But, she thought about that plenty, when she was away from him, doing the dirty chores around the white folks' house, where she had been born. She thought a lot about Hubey.
For, these moments with him were the most important things in her life. There were a few other things she found important, liking getting out from under white men, and up in the world.
But, her main pleasure was Hubey. Hubey thrust himself deep into her.
Finally, Hubey's sensations were getting to be too much for him to control. The tightness of Jonelle's cunt, once she was used to his bulk, increased steadily.
After each flutter of orgasm, Jonelle would gulp, and tighten her cunt's grip around the man's member. And the next thrust would be slow and tight, and take Hubey's breath away.
Hubey's hands were now up around Jonelle's shoulders. He massaged them with his thumbs.
They were such narrow, pretty shoulders. Somewhere in his consciousness of the pleasure that their smoothness gave his hands.
But, most of his mind was taken up with the pleasure that Jonelle's tight, moist pussy was giving his cock.
He also enjoyed the brush of her warm back crotch against his balls. And, he was constantly aware of the wet deliciousness of her vulva against his pubic hair in front.
He could feel her crotch, and indeed, her entire body pulsating with the pleasure that he was giving her. It was like a boomerang of orgasm.
Hubey dug his entire, enormous prick deep inside of the girl. Jonelle felt it rub against the outside of her throbbing womb.
Jonelle began to flutter her mouth and cheeks. Strange sounds escaped from her throat and the top of her mouth.
Her young, childlike and at the same time, womanlike body trembled with joy. Her nipples pierced against Hubey's chest.
He smelled her pungent odor of arousal meld with her expensive perfume. Hubey closed his eyes half way.
He saw her brown, horizontally dancing body beneath his eyelashes, beneath him. He felt her warmth encase his pounding cock.
He pushed himself more quickly in and out of her. His breath began to come with difficulty and loud sounds.
He poured his frantic breath onto his girlfriend's forehead. She was already swooning with satiation.
Hubey pumped in and out. He felt his cock skin pulled tightly back and forth by the girl's snug cunt.
He pushed, and kept pushing. His stomach muscles tightened.
The back of his thighs began to feel hot and aching. Hubey pressed deeply into Jonelle.
Her tiny body rubbed against him. He felt its tantalizing delicacy underneath him.
He felt her smooth, narrow canal around his giant cock. He pumped and pumped.
He turned his head down. Jonelle felt his woolly hair rub against her upper face.
Then, Jonelle heard the groans from her boyfriend's core. He was lowing like a lovesick bull.
His animal sized cock filled up her tight pussy. It moved fast in and out.
Jonelle began to shout with the last, most intense climaxes of the intercourse. Hubey's pace began to slow.
Jonelle felt the jets spurt into her. After a few more, slower thrusts, Jonelle began to feel the hot come well up inside of her.
It squished as the man continued to pump in and out of her. Finally, a bit began to dribble out of the spaces left between her cunt hole and the head of his prick, when he was the farthest way out of her in his stroking.
Jonelle pressed her legs around the small of his back. Her throbbing clitoris pressed against a thick, rather matted tuft of pubic hair.
Jonelle opened her mouth wide and inhaled a big mouthful of cool air. Hubey made one last thrust all the way into her.
His balls would have entered her if her cunt had not been girlishly tiny. Then, finally, the moving was over.
Hubey began to pant with satiation. His cock softened slightly as it still lay deep inside of Jonelle.
Jonelle liked to have it inside of her as long as possible. It made her feel so fulfilled.
Hubey's large, strong body lay on top of her. After nearly an hour of consideration for her smallness, he let himself go.
He let himself lay all his weight onto her. Jonelle didn't mind.
She didn't think that she could take it for too long. But, it was just the quiet sort of sensation she needed after all that ecstasy.
She liked the pressure of his weight on her. It made her feel as big as he was.
She took the opportunity to smell all of his sexual odor. She loved the way he smelled.
She also loved the feel of his chest expanding and lowering with the pace of his breathing. He was panting after his performance.
Finally, Hubey rolled onto his side. His huge cock fell onto the side of his frontal thighs.
Jonelle gazed at the enormous organ with affection. He put her hand on it.
It was bigger than her hand. She molded her hand on top of it.
Hubey's cock began to grow bigger, and harder almost immediately after she touched it. Jonelle smiled ruefully.
Hubey. opened his eyes. He cleared his throat.
"You had enough?" he asked his girlfriend, pushing his enlarging pelvis forward.
"No, I never have enough of you. You know that." Jonelle said.
Hubey sighed as the girl gently stroked his almost totally erect member. He was tired, but apparently his cock wasn't.
The light sensations pleased Hubey. He continued to lay on his side and experience the gentle pleasure of Jonelle's little hand.
After a while, he put his hands to her titties again. Her pert titties that had been neglected for her other charms during the past hour.
Hubey pulled gently at her erect nipples. They were dark pink, and hardly wrinkled.
Hubey liked the tininess of Jonelle's breasts. She looked like a little girl.
But, her passion, and her intelligence were those of a full grown woman. Jonelle bit her lips.
She enjoyed the slightly painful pleasure of her tits being twirled. Hubey guessed that they were more sensitive because there was less of them.
Jonelle's nipples stood out rigidly. The tiny swell of each breast seemed to become even firmer.
Hubey bent down and put his teeth to her left nipple. He held it's erectness between his teeth.
Then, he rolled his pink tongue over the surface of it. Jonelle sighed with pleasure.
Meanwhile, his hands clasped her back. He felt the delicate hollows and shapeliness of her slender back.
Hubey moved his head. Now, his woolly scalp was rolling in the hollow between Jonelle's two tits.
Jonelle held his erect cock with one hand, and stroked his bushy head with the other. Hubey stuck his tongue out, and licked her salty skin.
Jonelle felt his cock jerk with excitement. She pulled his head up level to hers.
"I'm sorry, Hubey. But, I've got to get home. Mama will be waiting for me." she said to him.
Hubey made a disappointed face. Jonelle smiled ruefully.
"See it's already dark outside. You know how my mama worries about me."Jonelle said to him.
"Yeah, yeah. You just gonna leave me dangling here?"Hubey asked his girlfriend.
"Well, you're hardly dangling, are you?" Jonelle said with a meaningful look below.
Hubey chuckled, then he said, "Well, even worse then."
"Poor baby. Well, I guess I have a minute or two." Jonelle said to him.
She moved down off of the bed. She just rested her upper torso, including her pert, erect breasts against the sheet. Her legs dangled off the side of the bed.
She brought her head a half a foot from Hubey's cock. She held her arms forward.
She clasped his whopper with her two, small hands. She inhaled the mixed odor of their two genitals .around his cock.
Jonelle began to pull slowly and methodically at the man's prick. Hubey bent his legs, getting into a comfortable sitting position.
He looked down contentedly at his girlfriend. He liked to finish their afternoons with an orgasm that he didn't have to work at too much.
He watched Jonelle get to work. She didn't do anything too fancy.
She pulled delicately, expertly, and lovingly at his loose cock skin. He felt her warm palms and fingers massage him.
It was really getting dark outside. Jonelle increased her speed.
She cupped Hubey's tight balls with one palm, and gave them a gentle squeeze. Hubey moaned. Jonelle began to pull rather roughly at his cock. Hubey worked with her.
His breath became more frantic. He arched his dick forward.
Jonelle continued to pull at his member. She listened to Hubey's gasping.
Jonelle slid up and down his pole.
She pulled tighter and tighter. Faster and faster she went around his foreskin.
Finally, she spotted the dab of jism on the tip of his cock. She brought her face over it.
Jonelle opened her mouth, and breathed her warm, moist breath onto her boyfriend's dick. She pulled roughly at his enormous organ.
Then, Hubey began to groan. A shot of sperm hit Jonelle on the chin.
Jonelle, continued to pull at the cock, only more slowly, and gently. More come shot out of the cock.
Jonelle opened her mouth wide and caught most of it. She felt the greasy spray inside her mouth.
A very large amount of jism came out of Hubey's cock. He seemed to have an endless supply.
Jonelle took as much of it as she could catch. A few drops got into her ringletted hair, and a spray landed on her smooth shoulder.
She swallowed it along with some of her own saliva, as she gently let the spent cock fall onto Hubey's thigh. Then, she put her fingertip to the hole in his cock, and wiped off any leftovers.
Jonelle lifted her head. Then, she rolled off the bed and onto her feet.
Hubey just lay there contentedly satisfied and without saying even a single word he happily gazed at her naked body. She was short, but very well proportioned.
Her legs were overlong, like a young girl's, or a young horse's. Indeed, her entire body was that of a beautiful young girl.
Her breasts were hardly budded, but very attractive to many men. Her hips were only slightly swelled out.
Her ass was baby round. Her limbs were slender and smooth.
Her skin was brown, without a blemish. She radiated health and youth.
And, Jonelle's face was baby sweet, but, with a touch of womanly passion, perhaps even lasciviousness. To top it off, was a soft head of relaxed, black ringlets.
She looked like a slender black Shirley Temple. And, she had more beauty, and even more sexiness than the precocious early movie star.
Hubey was crazy about her looks. She looked more babyish, as well as more sexual than she did three years ago, when she was in her awkward, growing up stage.
Jonelle derived nearly as much pleasure from looking at her lover's strong body. He was like a Greek sculpture in onyx.
Hubey laughed, and pulled Jonelle over to him. She cuddled a moment, then pulled herself away.
"I really gotta get home, Hubey. Mama will be waiting." Jonelle said to her boyfriend, apologetically.
"I know that. I just wanna take this little bit of cream out of your hair. You don't want mama to see that, do you?" Hubey said to her.
He wiped the drop of come out of her ringlets. He showed his fingers to Jonelle.
"Oh, boy. It's a good thing we caught that." Jonelle said to him.
"Now, why don't you get dressed, and I'll drive you up to the mansion gate." Hubey said to her.
"Yeah. I hate when these afternoons have to end." Jonelle said to him.
"Well, they wouldn't have to if we got married." Hubey said to her.
"I told you before, I ain't getting married until I earn some money." Jonelle said to him.
"I'll soon be out of school and earning enough for the two of us. Plumbers earn a lot, you know." Hubey said to her.
"I want to make some myself. I owe it to mama. I'm getting out of that house with as much as they took from her." Jonelle said adamantly.
"Well, I don't know how you're gonna do that without getting into trouble. But, you seem set on the idea." Hubey said to her.
"And, I will succeed. And, when I do, I'll be your child bride. And, you can make all the rest of the money." Jonelle said to him.
Hubey patted his girlfriend on her round ass, and she went off to get dressed. But, first, she went to the bathroom to wash off her sex soaked crotch.
She let her washcloth, which she always kept at Hubey's house, linger at her cunt hair a second. She felt so good inside, she felt glowing all over, but she knew that things would feel different once she was back at the big house.
Jonelle sighed, and dried herself. Then, she put on her clothes.
She wore frilly pink panties. They were made of fine silk, and had an expensive lace trim.
She pulled them up her smooth thighs. Then, she put on her pink silk slip.
That, too, was decorated with lace trimmings. Her underwear was all very fine and expensive, and she had to wash it by hand, out of her mother's sight.
Her mother would want to know where she got it. Hubey, sometimes wondered about it, but he didn't press her with questions.
He liked to run his sports calloused fingers along the silk. And, he liked to finger, and look at the lace.
Over her underwear, Jonelle put on her plain, grey seersucker dress.
It was one of her three outfits that she had for outside the house. She wore two of them alternately on her days off.
The third was dressy, for Sunday's and special occasions. Her mama had saved up a lot of money, at least a lot in her eyes, for that dress.
Inside the house, Jonelle had to wear her uniform. She hated it,-but she took special care with it.
She needed to look very pretty in it. That wasn't difficult. Even in a plain grey dress, Jonelle looked lovely. She checked herself in the mirror.
Jonelle picked up her purse from where she had left it on the bathroom floor, as Hubey had pulled her up into their first embrace. She opened the cheap, vinyl thing up.
She looked inside of it. She found her comb and brush.
She cleaned out her brush with her comb, frowning as she found a straight, red hair. Then, she ran the brush through her curls.
She watched her head in the mirror as she did so. She wanted to be sure that there were no gobs of come in it.
Once, she was certain that she looked up to her mother's inspection, Jonelle went out of the bathroom. Hubey was already dressed, waiting for her.
He wore his high top sneakers, and his jeans and his tee-shirt. He had to go to coach the oldest boys basketball team in an hour.
Even in the summer, basketball was the most popular game in town. Hubey was a football player, but he could play all sports better than any man in town.
Jonelle slipped into her rubber thongs, and waited for Hubey to open the door for her. He was always a gentleman.
That was something that he had learned in the South, and in the army. Jonelle slipped out the door.
Hubey followed her out to the car. He liked the way she subtly swung her girlishly narrow hips as she walked.
He liked even better following her up stairs. Then, he could watch and pat her round little ass.
They got in the car, and drove out of the town. The big house where Jonelle had been born and had spent all of her life was on the outskirts of town.
Jonelle did not want her mother to know how far she was involved with Hubey. Jonelle's mother was very strict with her.
So, Hubey had to leave her off a few paces from the gate. And, Jonelle had to tell her mother that she had spent the afternoon with some of her girlfriends from school.
Jonelle also didn't want the white man who owned the place to know that she had a big, black boyfriend. She was saving that information for when it would be of use to her.
They had one passionate kiss goodbye. Then, the small young lady walked up to the gate of the big house where she was born in service, and remained in service.
Chapter Two
James always hated Thursdays. He hated them because they were Jonelle's day off.
She spent the afternoon in town with some school friends. And, the evenings she spent with her mother, reading, and watching the color television that she had made him buy for her.
However, Friday's made up for Thursdays. For, that was Jonelle's mother's day off.
And, so all of Friday, James, did not have to worry about Jonelle's mother bothering him and Jonelle, as he had her doing special tasks for him. Jonelle's mother went to see her old friend, who used to be the upstairs maid, before she got too old.
When she got too arthritic to get on her knees to scrub the floors, James' wife had pensioned her off. She now lived in a rooming house in the town.
And, Jonelle's mother went to see her every Friday. Jonelle's mother was the soul of responsibility and morality.
And, fortunately, for James, she was away all Friday afternoon. He had arranged for Jonelle's mother's day off to be the same day that his wife went to the hairdressers, and to play bridge.
So, he could romp freely with Jonelle. This had begun two years ago.
Jonelle had just begun to blossom into a very budlike beauty. James did not fail to notice it.
And, Jonelle did not fail to notice him noticing. And, she did not fail to take advantage of his willingness to take advantage of her.
Before that, James had to go to the nearest city to satisfy his lust for youth. Now, he had it at home.
He found it very convenient. And, he was willing to pay for it.
Jonelle relished her Thursdays. She had to stock up on pleasantness before Friday came along.
But, Friday always came along. And, her plans depended on it.
James had conveniently arranged Fridays so that almost nobody was around the house except himself and Jonelle. The only other people were the half deaf gardener, and the groom, out in the stable.
It had all started on a Friday, two years ago. James had never paid much attention to Jonelle before that.
He had really only been vaguely aware that his wife had allowed the cook to keep her little daughter in the house with her. His wife had allowed that only because Jonelle's mother was such an excellent cook.
She was the mainstay of the Parson's dinner parties. And, she had threatened not to return after her pregnancy went its turn if she couldn't keep her child with her.
So, despite her disapproval of illegitimacy and her disapproval of servants keeping their children, and having private lives within the view of their masters, Mrs. Parsons had agreed to Jonelle's residency in the big house. But, she was never to be within view of the Parson family or their guests.
And, Jonelle had been an unattractive enough little girl. The few times that he had caught glimpses of her, James had been unimpressed.
He had a taste for young girls, but the very young Jonelle had not aroused it. She had been quite an ugly duckling.
But, now she was a black swan. And, her metamorphosis had begun two years ago.
James had been walking in the town center. He had some petty shopping to do, and he also took the opportunity to inspect the newest young talent on the sidewalks.
Immediately, his eye had been caught by a young black girl. He saw her laughing with a few other black girls in front of the movie theater.
She was not very tall, which added to her youthfulness, but her proportionately very long legs, and her slenderness made her appear lithe and graceful.
James pretended to read the business magazine that he had bought in the drugstore. But, actually, he was observing the young black girls.
The beautiful one seemed to be the head of the group in intelligence as well as looks. She dominated their conversation, and her pretty laugh rang forth the first.
She was dressed quite poorly, but that only set off her beauty more strikingly. James felt his cock swell up in his expensive trousers.
He pulled the waistband up, slowly, in an attempt to massage some needed relief into his member surreptitiously. But, that only made the ache worse.
His eyes would not remove themselves from the direction of the girl. He looked at her ringlets, and her shiny black eyes.
But, most of all he noticed her delicate, long legs, and her barely budding breasts. They were almost visible beneath her thin, shabby blouse.
It was a white blouse, worn down by frequent laundering. And, Jonelle's tits, erect with the awareness that her mother's master was observing her, pressed against the thin fabric, their shape and darkness clearly apparent.
Jonelle found the opportunity to lean against the round column of the movie theater. As she leaned back on the column, she rubbed her round ass against the concrete so that her skirt would hitch up her shapely, slender legs.
Her skirt was already too short, as she had shot up in the past year, but her mother had not been able to afford a new wardrobe. So, nearly half of her brown thighs were visible to James.
James gulped. He almost had the impression, although his commonsense told him that it was foolish, that the girl was positioning herself to tantalize him.
Then, one of Jonelle's girlfriends suggested that they go watch the boys play basketball. So, they decided to walk off.
Jonelle managed to lead them right in front of James. And, she managed to brush against him as they passed on the narrow sidewalk.
Jonelle strode with her longish arms swinging. And, she managed to brush her warm hand against James's bulging crotch as she went along.
James's felt a rush of excitement go up and down his body as she did that. Just then, he recognized her.
Other than her obvious beauty, something had been tantalizing him about her. And, that was that there was something familiar about her.
But, for a while, he didn't know what it was. That added a mature aura of mystery to her youthful charms.
Then, just at the moment that her mischievous hand brushed his erect cock, through his trousers, he remembered where he had seen the girl before. It had been at his own house.
She was the blossoming daughter of his own cook, that he had had in his house for years. Now, he really became excited.
Immediately, James began to scheme. Now, he was sure that the girl had been deliberately been placing herself for his observation.
And, he was sure that she had deliberately brushed his cock as she walked by him. So, he was sure that she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
James was secure in his feeling that white men were always infinitely attractive to black women. He knew that white women were very attractive to black men, that was part of the mythology.
And, it was also part of the mythology, which James took for fact, that black women were as sexual as black men, if not more so. And, they started young.
That was just fine for James's taste. He liked them young, but he also liked them knowing.
He had no aesthetic, sensual qualms about using the young prostitutes in the city. He just found it inconvenient and expensive.
Now, he began to see possibilities for having it at home. He must find a way, he thought, to get alone with Jonelle, and see exactly what she was willing to do to get his attention.
The next day was Friday, Jonelle's mother's day off. And, also, the day that Mrs. Parsons went out.
Jonelle was home. She hadn't started working, yet.
But, her mother had been gently after her to ask Mrs. Parsons for a job. Now that one of the upstairs maids was only on part-time, Jonelle's mother thought that it would be a good opportunity for Jonelle to earn a little extra money.
Or money, they had hardly enough for any money to be considered extra. But, Jonelle had been putting it off.
She hated the idea of working in the house. She especially hated the idea of working as a maid, and for the pittance that maids get.
That Thursday in town, she had noticed James watching her. She had heard his chauffeur's gossip about his taste in girls.
He liked them young, and he often liked them black. Jonelle began to hatch a plan.
She got the feeling that James was looking at her especially. She let him look and helped him to get a good look.
Jonelle knew that she was turning into a very pretty girl. Several boys at school were after her.
Even a few of the white boys turned around when she walked down the halls. She thought that perhaps she could get a rich white man, like Mr. Parsons to be interested in her.
For him she was not only pretty, but young. So, she went so far as to brush her hand against his cock as she walked by him.
She felt enough to know that it was firmly erect. A momentary spasm of revulsion went through her body after she passed him.
Her friends, asked her if there was anything the matter. She said it was just "women's problems."
But, soon after that, she saw Hubey, in the basketball court. And, that revived her spirits for the rest of the day. That Friday Jonelle was aware that Mr. Parsons would be virtually alone in the house, if he stayed in. And, she had a feeling that he would stay home.
As soon as her mother was safely off, Jonelle made her way towards Mr. Parson's study. She heard him clearing his throat inside.
She knocked softly on the door. A startled voice asked her to come in.
James had been sitting and thinking about a reason he could use for contacting Jonelle in the servants' quarters. He guessed that he could ask her to get him something to eat, but he had never done that before.
Besides, Jonelle's mother always left a lot of easily prepared food in the kitchen on Fridays. And, Jonelle was not a servant.
Jonelle's mother was very careful of her daughter not being exploited until she was officially employed by the Parsons.
James was just about to pull out his engorged dong and console himself with masturbation when the knock on the door came. He quickly moved his hand away from his bulging crotch, and told the knocker to come in.
He was pleased, surprised, and aroused to see that it was Jonelle who was at the door. He smiled at her.
"Come in, my dear. Now, you're cook's daughter, aren't you?" he said to her.
"Yessuh. My mama thinks that I ought to start working for you a little bit. I guess I should talk to Mrs. Parsons. But, frankly, I don't really want to be a maid. And, I, I, ..." Jonelle began modestly.
"Yes, girl? What is it you want to ask me?" James asked her.
"Well, suh, I was wondering if you had any work that I could do, instead of working as a maid." Jonelle said.
A glint came into James' eyes. Jonelle picked up on it immediately.
She dropped herself to his knees, on the Oriental carpet. James, patted her ringlets.
Jonelle moved her head to his bulging crotch. She pretended to sob.
"I'd do anything, suh, to get out of scrubbing and tidying. I don't want to be a maid. You're so kind, suh. Please you give me something to do, for a wage." Jonelle said.
James moved his hand down to the big lump of material at his lap. He unzipped his fly.
His engorged cock jumped out of the gaping fabric. Jonelle moved her head closer to it.
She rubbed her cheeks against it. She put one of her little hands up, and stroked it absentmindedly.
"Oh, suh. I could be so good to you, if you'd pay me so that I don't have to do nasty cleaning work." Jonelle said to him.
"Why, I will pay you very well, girl. You be nice to me, and I'll see that you get all the wages that your little heart desires. Just be good to me." James said to her.
He was aching to have her stick his big, pink prick into her little girl's mouth. He could already feel her moist, warm breath playing around the edges of his organ.
Jonelle continued to rub her cheeks and fingers along his cock, as if she was merely a sad child, seeking a comforting physical touchstone. But, her slight touches to his member were already having a devastating effect on James.
A groan escaped his aging lips. He could not resist clasping her little hand in his big one.
He made her clutch his cock firmly. He moved her hand so that it went up and down on the shaft of his tool.
Jonelle picked up very quickly. She was actually very inexperienced at such things.
She had only had one previous sexual interlude. And, that was several years ago.
When she was nine or ten, Jonelle went by herself to the beach one summer day. Her mother had finally allowed her to go around by herself.
It was a small town, and her mother did not feel that her daughter was in much danger, roaming around it. And, Jonelle loved her freedom.
So, Jonelle had wandered down to the beach. She still wore her child's bathing suit, which was just a ratty nylon bottom, and no top.
She was still flat-chested and very childish looking. Her bathing suit even had a hole in it near her cunt.
And, it was so loosened by repeated laundering, that it had a tendency to ride down over her ass, and expose the top of her ass crack.
She would look like a totally tanned version of the Coppertone advertisement that Jodie Foster did when she was a little girl. But, she was so young that nobody bothered with her partial nudity.
That day, Jonelle saw the little girl that she was feuding with in the normal bathing area. So, she went down to the more deserted end of the beach.
The only one there was a young white man. He was sitting under an umbrella, reading.
Jonelle ran into the waves, and frolicked in them for half an hour. Then, in a friendly mood, she walked over to the young man.
"What chew reading?" she asked him.
"Oh, just a book." the man told her, putting it down, and looking up at her.
Jonelle saw the name of the book. It was "Lolita." The name meant nothing to her.
"What's your name?" the man asked her.
"I'm Jonelle. Who are you?" Jonelle asked him.
"Oh, I'm Tom. Do you live around here?" he asked her.
"Yep. Do you?" Jonelle asked him, brushing a bit of sea weed off of her nipple.
"No, no I don't. I'm just a summer visitor." Tom said to her.
"You want to go into the water?" Jonelle asked him.
"Oh, alright, if you insist." the man said, smirking.
"It's fun, you'll see. No reason to go to the seashore and not going into the sea." Jonelle said to him.
"Alright, if you'll play around with me." Tom said to Jonelle.
"Sure. We'll have fun." Jonelle said to him.
So the two of them went into the water. The man's skin was very white.
He looked like he spent all of his time reading, instead of having fun. Jonelle shoved him with her little hand, and started to run into the waves.
Tom ran after her. He caught her with his hands around her little waist. He lifted her up in the air and ran into the ocean.
A big wave came along. Tom held her up, and it washed over her.
Afterwards, Jonelle said, "Ooh, that was fun! I like playing with a big man like you."
"Oh, do you?" Tom asked her.
Jonelle's suit had fallen about her hips with the power of the water. Tom held her in front of him. He looked at her naked lower abdomen.
"You ever swam naked?" he asked Jonelle.
"No, not that I can remember." Jonelle said to him.
"That feels even better." Tom said to her.
"Oh, yeah? Let's do it, then." Jonelle said.
"But, where should we put our bathing suits?" Tom asked her.
"Under your umbrella, where else?" Jonelle said to him.
"Okay, you run out and put them under my umbrella. And, then when we're ready to come out, you can go run out and get them again." Tom said to her.
"Why can't you do it for your own suit?" Jonelle asked him.
"Just because. Now, you do what I say, and I'll buy you an ice cream sundae later, okay?" Tom asked her.
"Okay." Jonelle said, laughing.
Tom pulled down her bathing suit. Jonelle felt a funny feeling in her pussy when he brushed his hand over her slit.
Tom made Jonelle stand while he pulled off his own pants. Jonelle saw his big, hard, pink prick come into view.
She'd never seen anything like that before. But, before she could look some more at it, Tom was urging her to run and put their suits under his umbrella.
Jonelle did as the white man told her. Her mother had told her always to do as white people told her to do.
And, she didn't mind doing what this man told her to do. It made her feel nice.
Jonelle ran back to Tom. He was holding his dick in his hand.
He was pissing into the waves. Jonelle watched him.
She stood beside him and watched the hot, yellow liquid surge into the foamy ocean. Tom bent down, and rinsed his cock in the ocean water, then he took her hand.
"Let's walk a little bit farther down." he said to her.
Jonelle walked with the naked man. As they walked, his cock seemed to grow.
It got a little bit stiffer, more upright, and bigger as they walked along. Jonelle was fascinated by it.
Finally, Tom stopped walking. He lifted Jonelle up in his arms.
He held her against him, front to front. Then, he slid her body down until her hairless slit pressed against his now fully erect cock.
Jonelle felt all fluttery inside. She pressed her slit tighter against Tom's member.
"That's nice, that's nice, girl. Now, you just press tightly against the birdie, and let me move you." Tom said to her.
Jonelle did as he said. Tom moved her little body up and down against his penis.
Jonelle felt the rubbery organ move against her little, partially opened slit. Then, she heard Tom's breath coming in deep rasps.
He pressed her tighter and tighter against him, and he moved her faster and faster up and down.
Then, all of a sudden, there seemed to be some sort of small amount of warm liquid against her cunt. Jonelle wondered if he was pissing onto her.
But, it felt good and creamy to her. She felt the goo spread over her smooth cunt lips.
Then, it was over. Tom, put her down on the ground. He bent his legs, and rinsed his cock off in the salty water.
Then he turned toward Jonelle. She noticed that his prick was now small and floppy.
He put his Finger to the whitish goo at her slit. He picked her up again.
Tom held her up, with her cunt facing out toward sea. Then, he put his hands to her inner thigh
Tom held her thighs apart, so that her little pussy was held open to the sea. Then, he walked out into the waves.
He walked into the deeper water. Jonelle felt a few lower waves lap at her ass.
Then, finally, a big one came along. It crashed into Jonelle's open pussy.
Jonelle felt the salty water surge against her cunt. It felt really good, she thought.
It was cold, and foamy, and swirling with pressure. Jonelle felt better even than when the man's cock was rubbing against her slit.
Jonelle moaned and her hand moved involuntarily to her cunt. She cupped the receding water against it.
"Oh, you like that, do you?" Tom asked her.
"Oh, yeah. That feels real good." Jonelle said to him.
"I thought a dirty little girl like you would like it." Tom said to her.
"I ain't dirty. I wash every Saturday in the big tub." Jonelle said to him indignantly.
Tom laughed. Then, he began to walk back to the shallow water.
They were now at the edge of the waves. Tom, placed Jonelle back on her feet.
"Well, nobody's around, so we can both run out to the umbrella." he said to her.
They did that. Under the umbrella, Tom made Jonelle put her pussy against his cock, once more, but it didn't get stiff.
So he told her to put on her bathing suit again. And, he put his on, too.
"Now, you run along, little girl." he said to her.
"What about my ice cream sundae?" Jonelle demanded.
"Oh, yeah. Well, here, enjoy yourself." Tom said, handing her a quarter.
"Thank you, suh." Jonelle said, as her mother had taught her to.
She ran off down the beach. She didn't give the young white man another thought.
Not until a few years later, that is. Then, she began to feel those nice, funny feelings again.
And, all of a sudden, she began to have dreams about that day at the beach. Only, different men took the place of Tom.
Thursday night, it had been Mr. Parsons. And, Jonelle had gotten several dollars from him, instead of just a quarter.
Now, it was real. Jonelle was sitting before Mr. Parsons on his expensive Oriental carpet.
And, James was making her rub his big, expanded, pink cock. Jonelle began to stroke the thing firmly.
She heard Mr. Parsons moan. Then, she felt his hand press down on her head.
He pushed her head over on top of his cock. Jonelle guessed what he wanted.
Jonelle had gotten plenty of advice as to what to do with a man from one of the older girls in school, one with big tits, who was not adverse to making a little extra money during the tourist season.
Jonelle encased the white man's cock with her mouth. She plunged her head down, and took the whole thing into her mouth.
Mr. Parsons gasped out, "Oh, that's good. You're a good girl."
Jonelle smiled to herself. She sucked hard on the man's cock.
Jonelle sucked and sucked. And, she moved her head up and down on the man's dick.
She pursed her lips around his cock shaft. She carefully covered her teeth, but she let their hard pressure give an element of firmness to her liquidy pulling.
James quickly burst into pleasure. Jonelle had hardly travelled four times up and down his cock, before Mr. Parsons shot off into her mouth.
Jonelle gagged momentarily. But, then, she made herself swallow every drop of the white man's come.
Mr. Parson's pushed her head away from his crotch. He looked down at her with satisfaction.
"You're a very good servant, you know that. I'll be happy to hire you." he said to her.
"Thank you, suh. What would you like me to do now?" Jonelle asked him.
"Well, I'd like to see what I'm paying for, Jonelle." James said.
He had looked up her name the night before. Jonelle stood up.
"Do you think that you could do a little strip tease for me?" he asked the girl.
"I'll try my best, suh." Jonelle said to him.
"Good. Now stand in front there. Hmm. Wait a minute. Let me put on a record." James said to her.
James went over to his expensive hi-fi system. He bent down and looked through his record collection.
He put on a record of Shirley Temple's greatest hits. He put it on "Good Ship Lollipop".
He went back and sat in his comfortable, wine colored, leather chair. He motioned Jonelle to begin.
Jonelle was wearing her sheerest summer dress. There really wasn't much to take off.
She took a long time in unbuttoning her collar buttons. Then, she turned around, and let James watch the slow descent of her back zipper.
Then, she slowly shirked the sleeveless dress down her shoulders. James gulped in his breath as he slowly watched the unveiling of her smooth brown shoulder, then her upper chest, and finally, the small, perfect bumps came into view.
The cotton caught a bit at the girl's nipples. Jonelle's nipples were puckered erect.
Jonelle gave her body a few shakes. Finally, the dress fell from her tits.
James sighed as he saw the dark, reddish-brown nipples. Then, he sighed some more as the rest of the girl's shapely torso came into view.
Jonelle was now standing in her panties. They were plain, cotton ones.
They had been mended several times, but they were immaculately clean. They caught a bit at her cunt lips.
James appreciated the slight indentation. He waited while Jonelle stepped out of her dress.
She kicked it to the side, with her small, delicate foot. Then, she moved her hands down her sides.
She slipped her fingers under her elasticized waistband. James moaned as he watched the panties slowly being slid down her hips.
Finally, her barely haired cunt was exposed. James felt his cock jump in his lap.
He was ready, and so was Jonelle. She stood totally naked, in her youthful beauty before him.
Jonelle danced a bit in front of him. His cock grew more and more rigid.
Finally, it was almost painfully aroused. He got up, and grabbed Jonelle by the hips.
He pulled her over onto the leather chair. He sat her facing him, with her thighs supported by each of the arm rests.
Her open cunt was open, on top of his aching cock. James felt the soft, brown skin of the girl's virgin pussy.
He lifted his pelvis up, and the tip of his cock touched her hole. Jonelle felt a tremor of electricity pass up her spine.
Chapter Three
"I wonder if you're a virgin, girl." James said to Jonelle.
"Yes, suh, I am." Jonelle told him.
"I wonder if you tell the truth." James said.
In the back of James's mind was the idea that servants and, in fact, all black people constantly lied to white people. He didn't like to think about it too often.
James settled his cock head into the vaginal indent. Jonelle settled her cunt around his shape.
Then, James held her firmly around her waist. He began to pull her down onto his cock.
Jonelle bit her hp. She was expecting it to hurt.
James tugged at her sides. Jonelle concentrated on relaxing her cunt muscles.
He pulled her down onto his crotch. Jonelle had a sharp intake of breath as she felt the engorged member penetrate her hole.
If she wasn't a virgin, James thought, she was at least very tight. His cock skin was pulled back tightly as he entered each inch of himself into her canal.
It was the first half of pleasure. But, he would not feel relief until he could pull his cock skin in the other direction.
Slowly his cock made its way up Jonelle's cunt hole. Jonelle felt it fill her up.
It was a sensation she had never felt before. It was neither pleasant nor unpleasant after the initial sharp pain of the penetration.
Finally, James pulled Jonelle completely onto his lap. His cock was up her to its hilt.
Jonelle's thighs were up, supporting on the arms of the chair. James held her ass down close to his crotch.
"You like this, girl?" James asked her, through oily, lidded eyes.
"Yes, suh. I like it just fine." Jonelle said to him.
"Maybe you like it so much I won't have to pay for it." James said to her.
Jonelle pulled herself up off of his cock. James's cock rose expectantly into the air.
"You don't like that idea, do you?" James chuckled, as he attempted to pull the girl back onto his erect prick.
"I'd like the money right now, if you please, suh. I can have fun with whoever I want, I wouldn't do it with you unless you paid me." Jonelle said to him.
"Well, right now is hardly the time." James said to her.
Jonelle slipped out of the armchair. She stood naked before the man.
A small trickle of blood ran down her inner thigh. Her cunt was beginning to throb with the pain of its recent tearing.
"Oh, alright, alright." James said to her.
He reached into his trouser pockets, and pulled out his wallet. He threw it to Jonelle.
"There, take what you want." he said to her, looking down at his bulging cock.
"Thank you, suh." Jonelle said to him, deftly catching the wallet.
She opened the wallet and found several tens, a few fives, and some ones. She left one ten in the wallet, and scooped everything else out.
She went over to her dress, which lay toward the corner, on the floor. She wrapped the bills into a roll, and put them into her dress pocket.
Then, she removed a safety pin from the hem of her dress, and pinned up the pocket with it. James watched her.
He began to pant with anticipation as he looked at her bent over body. He saw the shadow of her puckered asshole.
He determined to have that virginity as well. He gazed at the slender shapeliness of her back.
"Now, come back here, girl." he said to her as she finished up her task.
"Yes, suh. Glad to now." Jonelle said to him.
She walked slowly towards him. James looked at her youthful beauty.
There were tiny beads of sweat around her rounded breasts and her slight cunt bush. Her skin glistened in its brown smoothness.
Her barely enlarged hips swayed slightly as she walked toward him. Her small breasts, which just barely arose, in slight round mounds from her chest, were pertly pulled forward by her puckered nipples.
Jonelle's nipples, and the edge of her cunt lips, which were visible through her sparse pubic hair, were a dusky, dark rose color. James licked his lips as he watched her undulate towards him.
Finally, Jonelle stood in front of him. She stood there, with an inscrutable expression in her dark eyes, underneath her relaxed ringlets.
James put his hand out to rest on her pubic mound. Jonelle flinched momentarily.
James smiled. He ran his hand lightly along the slightly haired area.
Then, he dug his finger into the slit. He felt the slight moistness inside of Jonelle.
He put his little finger into the vulva. He reached it toward the direction of the pleasure button.
He massaged the area vigorously. Jonelle found herself involuntarily opening her thighs wider apart, and bending down slightly.
James continued to massage her clitoris. Then, he moved all of his fingers into her cunt lips.
He rubbed each of his fingers in a different area and direction of her vulva. Jonelle bent her legs further apart.
She couldn't stop herself from sighing. James dug one finger down into the hollow toward her cunt hole.
He felt a welling up of cream there. He brought the cream with his Finger up to the girl's front area.
He rubbed her lubrication all over her vulva. He then put two fingers to her slightly enlarged clitoris, and began to rub it smoothly.
Jonelle put her hands on the arm rests of the chair. She leaned backwards, and pushed her crotch forward.
She put her thighs far apart so that her cunt lips would spread apart. James, leaned closer to her cunt.
He continued to rub her cream coated clitoris vigorously. Jonelle began to pant with pleasure.
"Oh, you like this, don't you?" James said to her.
Jonelle could not even answer. She just pushed her vulva farther forward, toward his working hand.
James rubbed and rubbed her clitoris. He listened to the girl's mounting sighs.
Every now and then he looked up to see the expression on her face. It wasn't inscrutable.
Finally, Jonelle began to moan. James continued to rub around her clitoris.
Jonelle's pelvis jerked forward. Her waist trembled from side to side.
James left his thumb on her clitoris, keeping a steady pressure on it. Then, he moved his fingers down to her cunt hole.
He lightly massaged the way down to her hole. Then, he brought his other hand up, and put its index finger toward her cunt hole.
He began to dig the finger into the hole. Jonelle didn't mind it.
James felt the oozing insides of the girl's cunt. He rubbed his index finger, which was soon joined by two other, back and forth inside the canal.
Then, as Jonelle's moans began to abate, and she let out three soft groans, James pulled her onto his throbbing cock. Jonelle closed her eyes, and let herself be led into whatever position Mr. Parsons wanted.
He pulled her forward, so that her thighs walked onto the arm rests. He had them going forward and upward.
He pulled the girl's ass down toward his crotch. His cock slid by itself into her hole.
Her hole was so lubricated and open, that it was virtually begging to be entered by his erect member. James satisfied that silent, sticky plea.
He just got her crotch into the right angle and pulled her down and forward. Her inner thigh muscles were powerfully stretched as she reached her crotch forward.
But, that just added to Jonelle's grasping for further orgasm. She was groaning with the effort of further satisfying her body.
Now, her cunt hole wanted to be fulfilled. She bit her Up as she felt the engorged prick begin to enter her core.
She pushed her pelvis forward, trying to help Mr. Parsons pull her totally onto his cock. The head was already up her.
Sighs tumbled from her mouth. James felt the thin layer of sweat cover her hips.
Finally, with one hard tug, James got her cunt all the way over his cock. In the process, Jonelle's thighs slipped off the arm rests.
They went up on Mr. Parsons's chest. He held her at the back, and she leaned into his arms.
Her thighs were twisted outwards. Jonelle tried to spread her cunt over the man's pubic area.
But, at last, she was totally filled with his cock. And, James was finally all the way inside of her.
James moaned with pleasure. He felt her lubrication encase his throbbing organ.
He rested for a minute to savor the sensation of total penetration. Then, he began to move the girl's pelvis.
He pressed his hands against her lower back. He made her roll forward, then back.
This cradling motion made slight changes in the grasp of her cunt on his cock. It was just enough, with the tightness of her canal, to carry him on towards orgasm.
James began to pant. He rocked Jonelle forward and back at a fast, steady speed.
Jonelle's eyes were closed. She was concentrating on the presence of the thick white organ inside of her.
Her nipples ached forward. Every now and then, Mr. Parsons would roll her all the way against his chest, and her nipples would be caressed by his chest hair.
He did not have a shapely torso, but his ugliness added to Jonelle's arousal. All she was thinking of was her cunt and the rooting things being done to it.
James's fingers dug into the small of her back. They dug into the beginning plushness of her ass.
Her rounded ass bottom bumped back and forth against his upper thighs. She felt the bumping back and forth of his cock inside of her.
Jonelle began to groan. The white man's cock was knocking back and forth inside of her tight cunt, and it was giving her ecstasy.
James was already moaning and gasping with pleasure. He rocked Jonelle faster and faster.
Finally, he leaned forward, and let her back fall against his hands. He grabbed her middle back with his big hands.
He reached his fingers to her side. He held onto her tightly.
Then, leaning forward, he began to lift off of his buns. He began to pump himself as much as he could with his slack ass muscles.
And, he held onto Jonelle, and pushed her back and forth briskly on his crotch. Thus, he attained a strong pumping sensation in his cock.
This was too much for Jonelle. She leaned her neck back and panted out groans.
Mr. Parsons grunted deeply. His arms trembled with his oncoming climax.
Finally, he let out a long heart wrenching groan. And, come began to seep out of his cock head.
The come filled up Jonelle's canal. The lessening pumping motions now made a squeaking, squishing sound.
James let out a groan with each spurt of jism. He felt his liquid shooting into the warm, moist world of the black girl's cunt.
His fingers dug deeper into her back. Jonelle was hardly conscious.
Her cunt was vibrating with ecstasy. She let her body go lax.
She let the white man hold her, as she struggled for air. Her heels dug into his upper chest.
Then, James slumped forward. Jonelle fell softly onto his lap. Her legs fell against the back of the red leather chair.
James weighed down on her narrow torso. His wiry haired chest pressed against her sharp little nipples.
Jonelle felt the man's greying hair against her neck. She felt his gasping breath by her ear.
His flaccid cock flopped out of her sodden cunt. Jonelle felt the trembling mass of his pubic baggage against her smooth crotch.
Jonelle slowly slid herself down his legs, to the Oriental carpet. She lay on her back, naked.
James continued to lean onto his lap, gasping for air. Jonelle rolled onto her side.
She hugged her knees to her chest. She pressed her pert nipples against the smooth brownness of her flanks.
Her ringlets clung to the back of her neck with sweat. Her whole body was warm and moist.
The come began to trickle out of her cunt hole. She brought her hand to her hole.
She rubbed the come into her inner thighs. Then, she sighed.
Her mother would kill her if she got anything on the Oriental rug, she knew. She climbed onto her knees, then her feet.
She stood up and breathed deeply. James was still rasping and clutching his shins.
Jonelle walked toward her dress. She picked it up.
Then, she walked over to her shoes. She picked them up, too.
She tip-toed to the big, wooden door, then out of the room. She ran naked to the bathroom.
She turned on the hot and cold water. She went to the cabinet and got out a soft towel.
She stepped into the shower. She let it rinse over her.
She spread her cunt under the water spray. She rinsed out the come.
Then, Jonelle picked up the soap and foamed up her crotch, back, and armpits. She rinsed that off, and stepped out of the shower.
She quickly dried herself. Then, she put on her dress and her shoes.
She walked to the laundry chute, and threw the towel into it. She remembered when she was little sneaking upstairs to ride down the twisted slide of the laundry chute.
Finally, she tip-toed back to the room where Mr. Parsons was sitting.
He seemed to have recovered. He was sitting up in his chair, pulling up his trousers.
He then began to zip them up. He looked toward Jonelle.
"Well, what do you want? You got your money already. I'll see you again next Friday." he said to her, rather brusquely.
"Yes, suh." Jonelle said to him, as she backed back out of the room.
Jonelle made her way down the twisted staircase to the servant's quarters. There, she cooked herself some canned mushroom soup on their little stove.
She took out the novel that she was in the midst of reading, but put it down in favor of the television. She turned on a soap opera.
She spent the rest of the day as she usually spent Fridays, in the summer, when there was no school. But, there was one more thing on her mind.
Now she had forty eight dollars to figure out what to do with. And, she knew that there would be more the next week.
She wasn't sure what she would do in September, when she had to go back to school. She had two more years to go.
She figured that she could always skip Fridays. She could even arrange her schedule so that she didn't have classes then.
James went to his bookshelves. He picked out a nineteenth century novel, and sat down to read out the rest of the afternoon.
He hardly thought about what had transpired. He just kept a mental assurance that each Friday he would have the same sort of thing to look forward to.
And, he knew that by Monday, he would already be looking for it. But, he figured he could still have his chauffeur drive him into the city for a little professional action.
Money was no object with him. He could buy all the nookie he wanted.
James sighed, and turned on the reading lamp. He put his shoes up on the bench.
When Jonelle's mother returned that evening, Jonelle told her that Mr. Parsons was employing her to help him with his books. Jonelle's mother was pleased.
The next day, Jonelle's mother thanked Mrs. Parsons for her husband's giving a job to Jonelle. Mrs. Parsons remembered that the next time she saw her husband.
"I hear you're having Jonelle, cook's daughter do a little work for you." she said to her husband.
"Who told you that?" James asked her, trying to keep his composure.
"Cook. She said that you're having Jonelle help you with your books." Mrs. Parsons said to him.
"Oh, well, that's true. The girl's smart, and I think that's a better use for her than maid's work." James said to his wife.
"Well, whatever you think best, dear." Mrs. Parsons said to him.
James breathed a sigh of relief when she left the room. He would have to talk to Jonelle about synchronizing their stories, he thought to himself.
But, that was the last hint even of trouble with their little plan. Everything went smoothly from that week on.
Mrs. Parsons was an absent minded wife, and Jonelle's mother trusted her implicitly. Nobody seemed to suspect a thing.
So, Jonelle did work for Mr. Parsons every Friday. But, no Friday was as happy for Jonelle as that first one.
Mr. Parson seemed to take her more and more for granted. And, soon, like almost everything, it became just another job.
However, Jonelle became more and more adept at getting more and more money away from Mr. Parsons. And, the more he thought of her as his servant, the more she extended her grip on him.
So, he looked forward to Fridays with a lot of anticipation. And, Jonelle sighed about its approach.
Chapter Four
The Parsons had two children. One was a son, the other was a daughter.
At the time that Jonelle began to work for Mr. Parsons, both of the children were away on vacations. And, the rest of the year, they went to boarding schools.
But, part of their summers, and certain holidays during the year, they spent at home with their parents. It was not a very close family.
Once it had been a close family. The two children had been especially close with each other, but since they were sent away to separate schools, they had grown apart.
Sandra was the daughter's name. She was a pretty, if none too bright girl.
She had always been pretty. Her first growth of hair had been pale blonde, and it had hardly gotten darker since infancy.
She had peachy, baby skin as well. And, her eyes were big and grey.
She had dimples and a tiny nose. Her lips were rather pouty.
Everyone who visited the Parsons remarked about her loveliness. It was a great source of pride to Mrs. Parsons, and a source of torment to Mr. Parsons.
Ever since she got out of diapers, he had felt an unholy attraction to her. He, of course, tried to deny these desires.
And, that was the time that his lust for young prostitutes, actually children, if possible began. He ran off to the city constantly when his daughter lived at home.
That was also about the time that his sexual relations with Mrs. Parsons started to taper off sharply. His wife didn't seem to mind much.
When she was a toddler, Sandra had the habit of running around the house in nothing but her underpants. James could not restrain himself from watching her as much as he could.
Then, he would run into the bathroom to pull his cock to oblivion. He was besieged by guilt about all of this.
He sent Sandra away to boarding school at the youngest age possible. She was several years older than Jonelle, but she also retained very youthful looks.
Sandra had no more than the normal affection for her parents. But, she was very close with her brother.
Jamie was two years older than she was. He was much smarter, as well.
And, he was precocious. He liked to make his own way about the house.
Ever since Sandra was four, and Jamie six, he had led their game playing to variations on "doctor". Sandra was willing enough to go along.
Their house was so big, and so far from others, and there were few people in the town anyway who were up to their style, that the two children had to play by themselves most of the time.
They didn't even go to school. The local elementary school was filled with lower class children, and many black kids. So, their mother did not want them to go there.
Instead, she hired a tutor for the two children. The tutor was an Englishman named Howard.
Howard liked to spend his time studying. He let the children by themselves much of the time.
Mrs. Parsons was too busy with her women's societies to pay attention to the slipshod job that the tutor was doing.
And, indeed, despite the lack of time spent, Jamie was learning far more than he would have in a regular school. And, Sandra was absorbing enough for her capacities.
So, many hours of the children's day was spent out in the wooded grove at the edge of their property, playing with themselves. Jamie was almost obsessed with such activities.
Since he was four, he had been actively and frequently playing with himself. And, since his sister was four, he had had a companion in his games.
He led the little girl out with him to the shady shelter on their grounds. Sandra giggled with pleasure.
Her brother had not taken much interest in her until she had started to play with him. Now, he was always after her to come out to the trees with her, and to sneak into his bedroom at night.
She was wearing a light, summer dress. He told her to lift it up.
"You want to see my panties?" Sandra asked him.
"No, I want to see what's under your panties." Jamie said to her.
"I didn't make anything! I don't do that anymore. I'm a big girl." Sandra said to him.
"I know that, Sandy. That's why I want to see what's under your panties." Jamie said to her.
Sandra looked stupid and puzzled. Jamie smirked, and reached his hands to her elastic waistband.
He pulled her panties down, and off of her legs. Sandra let him.
"See, there's nothing there." Sandra said to her brother.
"Oh, yes there is. Your privates are there. And, they're not private to me anymore. "Jamie said to her.
"What do you mean, my privates?" Sandra asked him.
"That's what Mr. Howard calls them. That's English. English for your peepee and that's what we'll call them. It's dignified, Mr. Howard says." Jamie said to his sister.
"Oh." Sandra replied, looking down at her hairless slit.
"Now, I'm the doctor, and I'm going to examine your privates. I've got to check if they're alright." Jamie said to his sister.
"Alright. Then, can I be the nurse?" Sandra asked him.
"I'm the doctor right now, and you're the patient. But, later, I'll be the patient and you'll be the nurse checking me out." Jamie said to her.
"Okay. How are you going to examine me?" Sandra asked her brother.
"Well, you lie back and spread your legs. I have to touch and look at your privates." Jamie said to her.
Sandra plumped down on her back in the long grass. She spread her little thighs far apart.
Jamie bent forward and put his head close to her cunt. He put his fingers to the smooth skin.
He rubbed his hand along the outside skin. Sandra giggled.
"That tickles." she squealed to her brother.
"Well, it's very important that I continue. So, you just put up with it." Jamie said to her.
"That's okay. I like it." Sandra said to her brother.
Jamie took his fingers and spread his sister's cunt lips. He looked in at the pink, moist inner lips.
He had never seen a female sexual organ up close before. He was fascinated.
He rubbed his finger inside of the slit. He probed around for the hole that Howard had told him would be there.
Sandra squirmed around a bit, but she mostly settled down to enjoy her brother's examination of her privates. She found that it made her tingly.
Jamie made her turn onto her stomach. He spread her ass cheeks.
He found her puckered little asshole. He didn't think that that was her cunt hole, but it satisfied him for the moment.
He put his index finger up to it. He jabbed his finger an inch up it.
"Ow!" Sandra yelled, startled by her brother's action.
"You hush up now. This is a private examination. That means you can't tell anyone what we do." Jamie said to her.
"Okay, Jamie. But, that hurt." Sandra said to him.
"Does it hurt now?" Jamie asked her.
"No." Sandra said, pouting into the long grass.
"Well, I still have my finger up your hole. See it doesn't hurt once it's in. You'll have to remember that. Because I'm always going to have to stick something up a hole when I examine you." Jamie said to his sister.
"Do I have to stick something up your hole?" Sandra asked him.
"I'm not sure. Howard said that he might have to check my hole. But, so far, he hasn't." Jamie said to her.
The long grass slipped between Sandra's cunt lips. She squirmed around on it as her brother rubbed his finger inside of her asshole.
She began to feel good. But, then, her brother took his hand away from her ass.
He told her to sit up. Sandra did as he asked.
"Now, you've got to examine me." Jamie said to his sister.
"Okay. Do you have to take down your panties?" Sandra asked him.
"You don't call what I wear panties." Jamie said to her.
"Well, do you have to take them off, anyway?" Sandra asked him.
"Yes, of course." Jamie said to his sister, huffily.
Jamie removed his summer shorts. Then, he pulled down his cotton underpants.
Sandra looked at his pink little penis. It was half erect.
"Well, go ahead, examine it." Jamie said to her.
"What do I have to do?" Sandra asked him.
"Here!" Jamie said, grabbing her little hands and putting them around his cock.
"Now rub it back and forth, and hold tight, but not too tight." Jamie said to her.
Sandra did as he told her. Soon, she was doing it well enough for him to take his own hands away from hers.
Jamie smiled as his sister pulled at his little cock. It was soon hard and upright.
Sandra continued to pull at it, and soon Jamie felt all good all over like when he did it to himself in bed at night, or when Howard showed him how to do it. He moaned.
"Am I hurting you?" Sandra asked him curiously.
"No, no. Keep on doing it until I tell you to stop." Jamie gasped at his sister.
Finally, he climaxed, and pushed her hand away. Then, he pulled on his underwear, and his shorts.
"That's all for today, nurse." Jamie said to his sister.
"I hear cook calling us. I think lunch is ready." Sandra said to her brother.
"Well, let's go then. And, remember. You can't tell anybody about this. Otherwise, you'll get very sick and die." Jamie said to her.
"I won't tell anyone." Sandra promised her brother.
They ran off to lunch. But, they went back later in the afternoon to do more.
One day, Howard went with them into the wooded area. Jamie was very excited to show Howard how he had taught his sister what Howard had taught him.
They sat in the innermost area, so nobody would find them. Jamie pulled off his underwear, and his sister's.
Howard looked at the children's naked genitals. He felt his own cock rising up in his tweed trousers.
It was already autumn. The colored leaves fell as they sat there.
Howard began to unbutton his fly. He wasn't going to take off his pants.
He thought that that would be too dangerous if anyone should approach. So, he just pulled his cock out of his fly.
"Look how big and veiny Mr. Howard's is!" Jamie said to his sister.
Sandra was fascinated. She hadn't seen a mature penis yet.
"You may touch it, Sandra, and examine it." Howard said to her.
"Really, like I do with Jamie's. I'll pretend I'm a nurse, and you're the patient?" Sandra asked her tutor.
"Yes, exactly, Sandra." Howard said to the little girl.
So, Sandra crawled in front of the man, and took his big, erect prick into her little hands. She began to pull the loose skin up and downward.
Howard smiled. He was glad that Jamie was teaching his sister so well.
Sandra pulled expertly at the man's cock. Soon, Howard was gasping with appreciation.
Then, something happened that Sandra had not seen happen ever with Jamie. The tutor's big prick began to spurt out milky, foamy liquid.
Sandra gasped with surprise. She put her palm over the cock hole, and let the liquid shoot into her hand.
Howard was moaning and breathing fast. Finally, the spurting stopped, and Howard began to gasp.
Jamie pulled Sandra away from the man. They looked at the tutor.
"I've seen him do that before." Jamie said to Sandra.
"Really? What is it?" Sandra asked her brother.
"It's what happens to grown up men. I'll do it in ten years or so." Jamie said to her.
"Oh." Sandra said, wiping her hand off on a dead leaf.
"I saw him do it to himself. Then, I did it to him once, too." Jamie said to Sandra.
Howard sat up again. He wiped his cock off with an orange leaf. Then, he put his cock, now limp, back into his trousers.
"Now, let me see what you two have been doing with yourselves." he said to the children.
The children showed him. And, that was the beginning of an education.
Once the children hit puberty, they really began to play with themselves. Jamie spent several hours of the day jerking off.
And, every night, he would have Sandra sneak into his room. He made her get completely out of her nightgown.
He slept naked, as well. He made his sister get into bed with him.
Sandra would do whatever her brother asked her to do. And, she enjoyed the games as well.
She would slip into his bed, naked. She had a lovely figure.
Sometimes Jamie would make his sister stand naked in front of him in the bathroom. They had to go there to turn the lights on, so as not to arouse suspicion.
Sandra was quite short, but she was nicely built. She was more rounded than Jonelle was.
She had wider hips, and bigger breasts. It was mostly her shortness, her softness, and her facial features that made her seem childlike.
She also didn't have much body hair, and what there was of it was blonde. There was only a transparent sprinkling of it over her slit.
Jamie made her model herself for him in the bathroom. He liked to look at the light playing on the dimples on each of her ass cheeks.
They matched the dimples in her face. And, her nipples were small and pink.
Her breasts just barely creased underneath, but they stood up firm and round, with their nipples jutting out. Jamie loved to rub his hands over them.
Jamie was not particularly attractive. He took after his father, while Sandra seemed not to resemble anyone of their relatively homely family.
He was getting to be tall. His body was not so bad.
He was somewhat muscular, but there was no aesthetic grace to his form. His body however, was not repulsive.
His face was another matter. He had a terrible case of acne.
His nose was bulbous, and his lips were twisted. He had a huge adam's apple.
His voice was adolescently squeaky. His hair was coarse and mousey colored.
His penis was long and thin. It bent slightly when it was erect.
His balls now hung down, hairy and bluish. And, his thighs and lower abdomen were covered in extended pubic hair.
But, Sandra didn't mind any of that. He was her only brother, and only playmate.
He gave her pleasure. And, he appreciated the pleasure that she gave him.
They lay in bed together. Jamie was reluctant to break his sister's virginity.
He was unaware that Howard had already done that. So, Jamie just rubbed his erect cock between his sister's thighs until he shot off into her pubic hair.
He also liked to massage her breasts a lot. And, he derived a lot of comfort from simply kissing his sister.
Although he was aware that she was a rather stupid girl, he truly loved her. And, he didn't get much affection from anybody else except Howard.
Sometimes, Sandra would suck off her brother. The past two years he had begun to ejaculate.
And, Sandra enjoyed swallowing his come. So, some nights a kneeling shape could be seen beside Jamie's bed.
Jamie was not aware of the secret meetings of his sister and their tutor. Those happened on the afternoons that Jamie went into the city for his piano lessons.
Then, Howard was supposed to be tutoring Sandra on those things on which she was so much behind. And, that was just about everything except what they actually did in those hours.
Sandra had a great appetite for intrigue. And, that was the one area where her brain had any adeptness.
Jamie never found out about her meetings with Howard. Although it is perhaps doubtful that Jamie would have minded so much.
Howard was the Lewis Carroll type. Most of the time, his mind was preoccupied with highly abstract theories.
And, he tended to feel alienated from adult, social society. He had not even been able to secure himself an academic post in England.
So, he ended up taking a tutor's job in America. Which was a far cry from the stature that Mr. Carroll obtained academically as well as socially.
However, the job allowed him to indulge in the other thing he held in common with the great writer, mathematician, and photographer. It allowed him to be around children.
Unlike Carroll, Howard did not hate little boys. But, he did come to find the company of the girl more enjoyable than that of her brother.
The afternoons that he spent alone together with Sandra were one of the great pleasures in Howard's life. Sandra enjoyed them as well.
She always dressed in her prettiest dress. Howard hinted to her that he liked when she dressed like a frilly little girl.
He was too shy to broadly suggest it. But, clothing was one of the other areas in which Sandra's mind had some adeptness.
So, she soon picked up on the fact that Howard preferred her in puffed sleeves, lace, pastels, and short hemlines. And, he liked her panties to be even more frilly than her dresses.
Mrs. Parsons indulge Sandra in her baroque taste in clothes. She assumed it was just due to the natural femininity, immaturity, and romanticism of her daughter.
Every month, Mrs. Parsons would take Sandra shopping in the city. They both enjoyed these outings.
But, Mrs. Parsons was rather astonished that her daughter did not ever seem to want to buy the mod clothes that were in style then. Sandra always headed for the confirmation dresses.
"Oh, Mommy! Aren't these pretty panties?" Sandra squealed.
Mrs. Parsons looked at the frilly, pale yellow underpants. They had two rows of ruffled lace around each leg line, and three rows at angles around the waistline.
"But, all that lace is going to show through your clothes, Sandy." her mother advised her.
"No they won't. I'll only wear them under my dresses. I'll only wear them under the dresses that I wear with petticoats."Sandra told her mother.
"Well, alright. If you really want them." Mrs. Parsons said to her daughter.
"Oh, yes, Mommy! And, now let's look at those pretty dresses over there." Sandra said, hugging her mother.
Sandra was so pretty and affectionate that her Mother, and almost nobody else could deny any frivolous request of hers. And, she really didn't ask for so very much.
Since the clothes she liked were not fashionable, they were usually less expensive than the mod stuff. And, money was really no object for the Parsons.
The only problem there was was in finding the childish outfits in Sandra's size. She had a very young looking figure, but the sort of clothes that she liked tended to come in the below 6X sizes.
This often resulted in Mrs. Parsons buying her chubby girl's sizes to fit her wider shoulders and hips.
But, the dresses were always very short, since they were made for very little girls. Mrs. Parsons felt a little silly buying her pretty, slender young lady dresses for chubby elementary age girls, but if it made Sandra happy, Mrs. Parsons felt that it was worth the momentary embarrassment.
So, the only mod about Sandra's clothing was the height of her skirts. Mrs. Parsons did not think that she was mature enough to have to worry about such things.
"Oh, Mommy! Look, over here in the sales rack! Isn't this a pretty dress?" Sandra asked her mother.
"But, dear, you know I don't like to shop off of the sales rack. You can't use the dressing room, and the sales ladies don't treat you as nicely." Mrs. Parsons told her daughter, trying to instill in her a certain amount of ladylike standards.
"Oh, but, Mommy, there isn't any dress like this in the regular section. We've looked there. And, it's so pretty. I really want it." Sandra said to her mother.
"Well, do you know if it even will fit you?" Mrs. Parsons asked her.
"Well, it says size seven, that might fit me. It does have a wide skirt." Sandra said, looking wistfully at the pink dress.
It was an empire style pink cotton dress. But, it had little eyelets of lace all over it.
That made it both sexily see through, and baby-like. It was the sort of thing that a very little girl would wear in the summer over her bathing suit.
"Well, I don't know where you could wear it. It really looks like a beach cover-up." Mrs. Parsons said to her daughter.
"But, it's too pretty for that. I could wear a slip under it." Sandra said to her.
"Well, let's see if it fits you." Mrs. Parsons said, sighing with resignation.
She knew that her daughter would soon get her own way. She was helpless to resist Sandra's charms.
But, Mrs. Parsons was resolved not to let her get her own way too easily. She was not about to buy a dress, no matter how cheap - in fact, especially if it was the dreaded sales outfit - if it wasn't even going to fit her daughter.
"Well, you can't get it unless it fits you. There'd be no point in that." Mrs. Parsons said to her daughter.
"Well, I can't use the dressing room. There isn't one here." Sandra said to her mother.
"Well, you'll just have to try it on out here. Nobody wants to look at a little girl." Mrs. Parsons said to her.
Sandra knew better, but she had no objection to undressing in the store. She noticed a rather shady looking man over in the corner.
He was pretending to look at the ties that were for sale, but Sandra noticed him looking over at her frequently. Indeed, Sandra had noticed him following her around the department store.
Sandra was excited by this. She wanted to give him a good show.
"Here, you hold my clothes, Mommy. I'll try it on." Sandra said.
Sandra pulled off her pale blue sweater. It was very soft, and was gathered slightly around the collar.
"You be careful of that, now, Sandy. I don't want it all stretched out of shape." her mother said to her.
"I'll be careful. Aren't I always careful with my clothes?" Sandra asked her mother.
"No, as a matter of fact, you aren't. For such a neat little girl, a surprising amount of your clothes, your panties especially get ripped and soiled. I don't know what you do to them." Mrs. Parsons said.
"Oh, Mommy. You're exaggerating. If I sit out under the trees, in dresses, my panties are bound to get torn once in a while." Sandra said to her.
"Then, why don't you wear dungarees?" her mother asked her.
"Because they're not pretty!" Sandra said to her mother, as she had often exclaimed before.
"Oh, Sandra. I swear, if we weren't rich enough to have a laundress come in to clean and mend your clothes, I don't know what you'd do." Mrs. Parsons said to her daughter.
"Now, hold my sweater, Mommy." Sandra said to her.
Sandra pulled off the soft wool garment to reveal a bare chest. Sandra's small, pink nipples grew erect in the cold.
"Oooh, it's cold!" Sandra shrieked, looking over at the man in the corner. He looked over toward her.
Sandra rubbed her hands slowly over both of her tits.
She could feel his eyes boring into her.
The man was staring over at her intently. Sandra faced her tits toward him.
"Come on, Sandra. You'll catch your death of cold like that, Hurry up, take off your skirt." her mother admonished her.
Sandra was wearing a circle skirt made out of flag blue flannel. It had a decal of a telephone on it.
The skirt went just to the middle of her thighs. But, Sandra was wearing knee socks rather than tights, even though it was rather chilly.
Sandra lifted her arms up while her mother unclasped the waistband of her circle skirt. With her arms lifted, the man got a good view of her firm, slightly rounded out breasts.
Sandra squinted and looked at the man's crotch. There was an unmistakable bulge there.
The man seemed transfixed now. Sandra saw him gulping several times.
His bow tie jumped up and down with each gulp. Sandra almost burst out laughing.
Finally, her mother had guided her out of her skirt. And, she stood in nothing but her frilly white panties.
"Ooh!" Sandra exclaimed, and ran out from behind the clothes rack.
She ran over beside the man. She pointed out the window, and touched his arm.
"Did you see that pretty little pussycat that just brushed against the window, Mister?" Sandra asked him, turning her big, grey eyes directly into his, and forcing them up from gazing at her nearly naked body.
"Uh, no, no I didn't little girl. Was it very pretty?" the man rasped at Sandra.
"Oh, yes, very pretty. It was so little, and soft." Sandra said.
The man blushed. He looked down at Sandra's pink nipples.
He could see her panties stuck in a little at her slit. He could also see her belly button.
"I just love pussies, don't you?" Sandra asked the man.
"Oh, yes, I like them very much. I like little girls, too." the man said to Sandra.
He then became bold, and put his hand on Sandra's shoulder. Her skin was very soft.
"Sandra! You come over here right now! Stop bothering that gentleman!" Mrs. Parsons called to her daughter.
"Yes, Mommy." Sandra said, giving the man a wink.
"Well, my Mommy wants me over there now. Nice talking with you, Mister." Sandra said to the man.
She took his hand, and surreptitiously slid it down to her left breast. The man gulped.
Then, Sandra took her other hand, and pulled out the waistband of her panties. The man looked down greedily at her pussy.
"Sandra! I called you once already, young lady!" her mother yelled toward her.
Sandra turned around and skipped over to the rack of sales clothes and her mother. Sandra effected a look of complete innocence on her face.
"Now, I know you're just a little girl, still. But, you still can't go running over to bother strange gentlemen. Especially not when you're naked." Mrs. Parsons said to her daughter.
"Oh, Mommy! He didn't mind it." Sandra said to her mother.
"He was probably just being polite." Mrs. Parsons said to her daughter.
Meanwhile, the man had slipped out of the store. He walked briskly down the windy street.
He ducked into an alley. He leaned against a wall.
He feverishly pulled down his fly. Then, he drew out the dong that was bursting with arousal.
He grabbed it with his reddened hand. He pulled roughly at it, once, then again, then again.
Within six strokes of his tool, he was showering out a stream of come onto the filthy ground. He watched his seed spread out on the asphalt.
He groaned with satisfaction. Then, he took out his handkerchief.
He wiped the tip of his cock, then he wiped his hand. He dropped his handkerchief into the nearest trash can.
Then, he put his cock back into his trousers, and walked out of the alley. He went home with the memory of his dream come true.
Sandra put on the pink outfit. It was rather tight on her.
But, with a little letting out by their laundress, Mrs. Parsons and her daughter decided that it would be alright. It was quite exposing.
The pink of Sandra's nipples showed through in three of the eyelets, and the whiteness of her panties were clearly apparent through the field of little round holes. But, Sandra promised her mother that she would wear it with a slip.
The next afternoon that Sandra had alone with Howard, she wore the dress, without a slip, and with only her new frilly yellow panties underneath it.
She sat demurely in her antique school desk that her mother had bought to use in their little schoolroom. It was engraved with the graffiti of pupils past. Most of it was names and doodles, but underneath one of the desks, Jamie had found a perfect, if rather naive style drawing of the male and female genitalia.
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They liked to slip their hand under the desk, and feel the indentation of the drawings, when they sat in that desk. And, that was always the desk that they fought over to sit in.
Sandra sat in that now, as her brother was away learning to play piano. And, she would have the entire afternoon alone with Mr. Howard.
She sat quietly, with her hands folded on the top of the desk. That was the proper way that Mr. Howard liked her to sit before the lessons began.
Then, a few minutes later, Mr. Howard would enter the room. He'd bring the heavy sliding oak doors together, and lock them.
Once, when a maid had found the doors locked, and questioned him about it, he had said that that was to enclose their study room from the rest of the world. It was to make it an abstract academia.
Nobody questioned him about it after that. And, usually, there was nobody around the schoolroom area to wonder about them, or bother them.
Mr. Howard also drew the shades for those private afternoon sessions. He was discrete.
After locking the heavy doors, and pulling the shades, Mr. Howard would stand before the blackboard, and draw some mathematical equations on the board.
Then, he would turn toward Sandra. He'd look sternly at her.
"Now, let's see if you can make any progress in solving these today, Miss Parsons." he would say to the girl.
Sandra would get up and walk to the blackboard. She would stand and read to herself softly what was written on the board.
It was hopeless, she was terrible at math. So, her legs would begin to tremble.
She would turn beseechingly to Mr. Howard. She would clench the chalk tightly in her little fist.
"I, I can't do it, Mr. Howard. I'm sorry, but I just can't do it." Sandra would say to him.
Tears would begin to form in her round, heavily lashed, grey eyes. Her blonde hair would shake slightly with the trembling that would overtake her body.
"Now, don't get upset, Miss Parsons. Mathematics is not everything, you know." Mr. Howard would say to her.
"But, you must think that I'm such a dummy." Sandra wailed.
"No, you have other talents, Miss Parsons." Mr. Howard would say to her.
He would take her gently around the waist, and carry her slender body over to one of the antique desks. There he would lay her down.
The desks sloped downward to the seats. So, Sandra would be sloped with her head downward, and her legs upward.
"By the way, did I tell you that you are wearing a very pretty dress, today?" Mr. Howard asked the girl.
"No, you didn't. But, thank you. I bought it, or I had Mommy buy it especially for today." Sandra said, her tears abated.
"Why, that's very gratifying to hear, Sandra." Mr. Howard said to her.
Howard drew her dress up around her waist. Sandra shifted her ass so that the material could pass under it.
Now, Howard could look down at her new panties. He fingered the lacy frills.
"Is this new, too. I don't believe I've ever seen these panties before." he asked the girl.
"Yes, I had them bought for me too, just so you could see them." Sandy said to her tutor.
"Well, that's very nice, too." Howard smiled at the girl.
Mr. Howard moved his slender fingers around the girl's panties for several minutes. As he examined the new, soft, ornamented material, his cock began to rise up in his trousers.
Finally, the tutor began to pull off his female pupil's underpants. He slipped his fingers under the leg lines.
He felt the soft flesh of the young girl's outermost pubic area. He stroked the area lightly for a minute with his long fingers, then he began to pull the panties down her legs.
Sandra sighed as her tutor unveiled her cunt. She felt the blood rush slightly to her head, from her sloping position.
She found it pleasant. Mr. Howard had finally gotten her panties totally off of her legs.
He threw them onto the teacher's desk. Sandra's cunt breathed in the air.
Mr. Howard bent at the waist, and planted a kiss on the girl's sparsely haired cunt. Sandra giggled.
Mr. Howard was always so polite with her. She liked that.
She found that that was a welcome contrast to the brotherly quarrelsomeness of Jamie. And, Mr. Howard was older, as well.
Sandra rested her foot soles on the tutor's vested chest. He held her feet for a moment with his hands.
Then, he bent down slightly in order to unbutton his fly. He still liked to wear the old-fashioned type of trousers.
Soon, he had his fly undone. And, then, he shifted his ass around until his trousers fell around his knees.
He rarely took them off all the way. He was both reticent and discreet.
He wore boxer shorts, and these he pushed down to his knees as well. Now, his cock stood out erectly into the air.
Sandra could not see his swollen member, but she was sure of its state. And, within a moment, Mr. Howard let her touch it.
He moved himself forward so that his cock touched the moist, smooth hollow between her upper thighs. Then, he grabbed her around the waist.
Then, he moved one arm, and cupped one of her ass cheeks with his long hand. Sandra arched her pelvis up slightly.
Mr. Howard got closer to her. She felt his rather sweaty warmth approach her crotch.
Mrs. Parsons always kept the big house well heated during the summer. It was enough to make an Englishman sweat.
Howard guided his long prick to Sandra's quiff. He put his long fingers out to spread her lips apart.
Sandra sighed with anticipation. Then, she felt the organ begin to penetrate her.
The blunt head slowly inched its way into her tight hole. She was slightly lubricated, but both of them enjoyed the rather squeaky squeeze of a somewhat dry entrance.
Howard grasped her waist and her ass cheek firmly. He maneuvered himself forward.
He felt his big cock enter the girl's tight, young hole. He looked down at her smooth, white skin.
But, his face retained an abstracted expression until he felt his cock hit its hilt. Then, once he was securely inside of the girl, he obtained an expression of animal satisfaction.
Once, he felt himself fully within her, he pulled her firmly onto his pelvis, just to make sure that there was the snuggest fit possible. He rested in that position a moment.
Sandra was lying, sloping somewhat down headwards on top of the desk. Her ass cheek and her waist was pulled forward, and grasped tightly by her tutor.
He was standing perpendicular to her. He was slightly up on the balls of his feet, which still remained inside of his wing tip shoes.
But, his pelvis was straining forward, and it was lightly enclosed by the young girl's thighs. Her smooth, slender thighs held themselves at his naked waist.
Then, once he had regained his strength, Howard began to move his cock in and out of the girl's cunt. Actually, the motion was more a rocking of their locked pelvises back and forth than an in and out motion.
But, the effect was to move his cock back and forth inside of the young girl's hole. And, she was nice and tight.
His cock was firmly massaged by her inner skin. And, Sandra felt vigorously assaulted by the adult member.
The two of them would begin to groan in unison as they rocked and jerked back and forth in unison. It was a very satisfactory position for fucking, both of them thought.
Mr. Howard ground himself into the little body. Sandra let herself be bumped into and grasped firmly.
"Oh! Ooh! Oh, that's good, Mr. Howard. Oh!" Sandra groaned.
Mr. Howard just let out a modulated sound, somewhere between a hum and a groan. He went on pumping their locked asses back and forth.
Sandra felt herself get more and more lubricated. And, as she got wetter, she made her muscles tighter.
So she kept a constantly squeezing grip on the man's prick. There was a lot of effort involved in the fucking.
Sandra was so tight, that Mr. Howard had to fight for every inch of action. But, he felt it was worth it.
It brought the most satisfying pressure on his cock, that anything had ever done. And, he also liked the smallness, and softness, and smoothness of the small young woman's body.
Their groans of pleasure filled the medium sized schoolroom. But, fortunately the walls and the door were so thick, that no sound escaped into the hallway.
"Unh! Unh! Oh! Oh! Uhn!" was all that Sandra managed to say.
She felt the thickness of the tutor's organ sliding tightly back and forth in her narrow canal. Her inner skin and the underlying muscles and nerves were firmly massaged.
And, her cunt lips were pulled down again and again by the rocking of the man's body inside of hers. So, her clitoris was gently stroked by the moving skin.
The blood was also flowing to her head, and that increased her nervous excitation. Sandra flexed and unflexed her feet in working pleasure.
Mr. Howard flexed and unflexed his ass muscles as he pumped away at his young pupil's pussy.
He felt his blunt cock head knock against the back of her canal. He felt his hairy hilt knock against her outer vulva.
His groans were coming deeper and more resonant, now. He felt his heart beat speed up.
His fingernails dug into the girl's ass cheek. Her ass skin was so firm and rounded, he thought.
Finally, the come began to spurt out of the tutor's cock. He pumped rougher and faster.
Sandra moaned in ecstasy. Her cunt canal fluttered with orgasm.
"Oh! Mr. Howard! Uhn! Uhn! Uhn! Faster, harder!" the girl moaned.
Mr. Howard was wheezing and pumping into her with all his might. Finally, his last gob of come shot out.
He pumped a few more times, then, he gasped and stopped. His fingers slackened on the young girl's waist.
Sandra sighed with satisfaction. Mr. Howard pushed his fading cock inside of her for a few minutes.
He looked down at her pretty pink dress. He looked down at her smooth childlike body.
Her blond head was leaning over the edge of the desk. Her eyes were closed with contentment.
Chapter Five
There was another man who shared Sandra's girlish favors. But, neither her tutor nor her brother knew about him.
Sandra had worked this intrigue up by herself. But, it had started accidentally.
Both Mr. Howard and Jamie were away that day. Sandra was feeling very horny.
It was a bit cloudy, so instead of going out to the trees, as she was wont to do when she wanted to masturbate, she went into the stable. When both children were at home, the Parsons kept a stable with three horses, one for Jamie, one for Sandra, and one for either Mr. Howard, or a guest.
Since the children went away to school, the horses were stabled out, and only returned, with a temporary groom, when the children were visiting. Neither Mr. nor Mrs. Parsons liked to ride.
However, the children adored riding, and they insisted that their parents keep a stable complete with horses, equipment, and a groom for them. Their parents were compliant to the demand.
So, at that time, there was a grizzled old groom, Mr. Melon, who attended to the three horses. Sandra was rather fond of the old man.
He wasn't so much old as hoary. He had spent most of his life with animals, and animal lovers.
He didn't talk much. But, there was an easy enough relationship between him and the children.
So, that solitary day, Sandra thought she'd go out to the stable. She wasn't sure whether she wanted to go out riding, perhaps doing it bare cunt, with her skirt covering her indiscretion, or whether she should just hang out in the hay loft and diddle herself.
She went inside, and found that Mr. Melon was on his lunch break, or else out drinking, as he sometimes did when there was no demand for his services. So, Sandra decided to settle down into the hay loft until he returned.
When he returned, she thought, she might want to do a bit of riding. She might want to rub her sodden bare cunt along the bare, well-brushed back of her horse.
Sandra climbed up to the hayloft. She and Jamie often played there as kids.
In winter, that was his favorite place to use as an "examination room." They would muffle their giggles and moans as the groom went about his business down with the horses, when he was around.
Sandra wondered that Mr. Melon never suspected what they were doing all afternoon long in the hayloft. But, they just told him that they were playing word games, and telling stories to each other.
Sandra enjoyed the feel of the fresh hay against her bare ass. She liked to sink, naked from the waist down, into the mounds of grain.
Sometimes blades of it would creep up her cunt hole and her asshole. Then, when she turned her ass up to him, Jamie would draw them out.
Sandra enjoyed that sensation. And, she just liked the feel of the dry, smooth stalks against her body.
It also made a nice, soft matting for their pumping. They would sink down and down into the piled up grain as they humped away.
Sometimes, Jamie would lie on his back, his erect cock sticking out brashly into the air. Sandra would sit, her legs extended, underneath him, a layer of hay between them.
She would put out both her hands, and take his cock into them. She rolled the engorged member between her warm, little palms.
She liked to stay for minutes just feeling and looking at her brother's dick. It was long and dark pink.
She liked to examine it with her hands as if it was a sculpture. She liked to run her palm over the blunt head.
She liked to move her fingers around the wrinkled up skin. She liked to run her index finger along the veins.
Jamie would lie back in the hay, his arms folded relaxedly behind his head. He'd look down calmly, and with pleasure at his sister fondling his cock.
Every now and then his face would contort into an expression of rooting delight as Sandra touched a particularly sensitive area in a particularly pleasurable way. He would grimace, smile tightly, and hold his breath.
Then, he would pant lightly and close his eyes for a moment. But, Sandra liked to continue like this for a long time, and so she didn't attempt to arouse him excessively.
Sandra liked the rubbery texture of her brother's cock. She found it a fascinating instrument.
What she especially liked was when she managed to catch him flaccid, which was rarely at his adolescent age. She liked to watch in detail as she slowly caressed his cock to erection.
Sometimes, Sandra did it totally naked, so that her brother could look at her small, budding pink breasts while she handled his genitals. He would wince as she ran a finger lightly along the underside of his balls, and he would see her dancing nipples before his half-closed eyes.
Sometimes, Sandra would rest her cheek on her brother's now hairy upper thigh, while she played with his dong. Sometimes, she just tapped her finger continually on the hole at the top of his prick until he finally grabbed her hand in exasperation, and forced her to grasp his shaft firmly.
In the hay stack, Jamie liked his sister to lie stomach down. For some reason he found that a more amenable position to get at her pelvis in the soft matting.
Sandra would rest her head on her folded arms, and lie with her tits pillowed into the hay mound. Her little, round ass would stick up out of the hay as her feet dug down into it.
Jamie would sit facing the cavities between her hips. He usually kneeled into the bottom of the hay stack.
He would look forward intensely and breathlessly. He spread his sister's thighs apart with his two hands.
Then, he had a good look at her smooth pubic area. He ran his fingers gently back and forth along her slit, from the beginning above her clitoris, back over her canal, and out back to the top of her ass crack.
Back and forth he'd stroke. And, Sandra would begin to purr like a pussycat.
Jamie kept to this task for a long while. Sandra sometimes even fell asleep, if she was tired from a long night the previous day, as her brother delicately stroked her vulva.
Once when she had nodded off to a voluptuous sleep, Jamie got up on his knees, and leaned his fully erect cock into her cunt area.
He had not fucked her yet. But, all of a sudden, he had the urge to slide his willing cock into her hole.
She was gently snoring. Sandra was a very heavy sleeper.
Jamie put his hands around her waist. He brought himself forward.
He put his cock to his sister's vagina. He brought his hand underneath to rub the space open.
Then, he spread the opening, and placed his cock head into it. He found it tight, but not impenetrable.
He held onto his sister's waistline, and slowly pushed his way up her cunt hole. Sandra continued to sleep.
She only shifted her ass slightly and moaned with pleasure. Her hole was well lubricated from Jamie's previous massaging.
Jamie felt his sister's hole expand to the width of his cock. He continued to press himself forward.
He moved his hands up and put them over his sister's breasts. He felt the silky, strong hay on the back of his hands, and the hardness of Sandra's little nipples on the palms of his hands.
He rested his head on her smooth, skinny back. His breath was coming in gasps, but he didn't want to soil his sister's cunt with his come.
He kept himself under control. He just pushed himself totally inside of her, continually on the alert that he feel nothing tear or rub roughly.
But, the way was smooth and very pleasant. He walked forward on his knees, and pushed himself into her to the limit.
He heard Sandra moan in her sleep. He was totally aware of the tight, moist warmth that was surrounding his penis.
Jamie kept his breath under careful watch. He did not want to let himself go.
He let himself enjoy the inside of his sister's pussy for one minute longer, then, afraid that he must begin to satisfy himself, he began to draw out of it. He went slowly so as both to enjoy himself the most, and so as not to be overcome with desire.
Finally, his erect cock popped out of the canal. Sandra moaned once more in her sleep.
Jamie grabbed up a handful of hay. He wrapped the hard, silky blades around his cock.
He began to pull back and forth on his organ with the sharp and smooth material. He winced, and almost cried out once in pain, but he continued to stroke himself.
He pounded furiously at his dick. And, within three minutes, he was spurting a large amount of jism into the handful of hay.
Around that time, Sandra began to wake up. She turned over, and looked down on her brother.
"Why are you doing that?" she asked him.
"Uh, uuhn! Uh, because you were asleep." Jamie said to her, through his panting.
The last drob of sperm shot out of his cock. He let his hand drop away, and some of the hay remained stuck to his softening cock.
A few corners of bent hay stuck rather uncomfortably into his organ. But, Jamie just rested his back onto the pile of hay and breathed deeply.
"Here, let me take care of that." Sandra said to the boy.
She turned her body around so that her ass went up the slope of the stack, and her head approached her brother's cock. She put her hands out.
She gently removed the hay, blade by blade that was stuck around his male member. Then, she drew herself forward.
She opened her mouth, and brought her head all the way over her brother's now totally soft cock. She closed her warm orifice over the flaccid organ.
Jamie just continued to lay back and catch his breath. He was aware, however, that the girl was starting to suck gently at his prick.
Sandra was still very drowsy. She lay complacently sucking on her brother's cock.
He was drowsy, as well. They just spent twenty minutes or so, resting on the haystack, as Sandra sucked gently around his cock.
The organ took a while to recover. First, the sucking was just a cleaning operation.
But, bit by bit, it began to get aroused. Sandra kept working softly at his cock.
Her babyish face opened up at the mouth to envelop the mature, male member. Her big, childish grey eyes slitted up with sleepy delight as she sucked on her treat.
She rested her small hands on her brother's hairy stomach. He looked down at her pale, slender little arm.
When he was awake enough, Jamie began to stroke the arm. He loved the soft, baby feel of his little sister's skin.
Sandra made contented sucking sounds as she licked away inside of her mouth at the dong. Jamie smiled pleasantly at the family scene below him.
He moved his hand to stroke his sister's soft, blonde hair. She was wearing it pixie style that year.
Her hair was paler than the straw. But, it blended in nicely with it.
Jamie's cock began to bulge out Sandra's mouth. She accommodated herself to it.
She began to suck harder at it, and to move her tongue around more around it. Jamie began to move his chest in and out more frequently.
His breath was coming shallower and faster. His face began to take on a lubricious cast.
He began to stroke firmly at his sister's small shoulder blades. He used the caressing motion to pull her farther onto his cock.
He lifted his pelvis up, by tightening his ass muscles. Part of his hairy balls were now inside of his sister's bow shaped mouth.
Sandra licked briskly all over her brother's genitals. She felt them reach their apex of tumescence.
Then, she felt the first taste of slick, grassy semen. She licked wetly around the tip of Jamie's cock.
She felt new reserves of come well up onto her tongue tip. She transferred them down to her throat.
She loved to swallow the sexual slime. She gorged herself on it.
Jamie pulled her blonde head back and forth on his cock. Sandra tightened the grip of her mouth, and pumped away at the cock.
The last ounces of sperm were now being pulled vigorously out of Jamie. He groaned with pleasure.
Sandra swallowed down the liquid greedily. She clenched the hair at her brother's lower abdomen with her little fingers.
Just then, the cook's bell rang out through the grounds of the big house. That meant that dinner was ready.
Mr. Parsons insisted that the children be on time for dinner. Sandra jerked her head away from her brother's spent cock.
She rolled off of the hay, and grabbed her clothes. Both siblings began to get dressed.
"Whoo! We better not be late again. Daddy will have a fit." Jamie said to Sandra.
"Well, I'm ready, are you?" his sister said to him.
"Yeah. Come on, let's go." Jamie said to her.
They slid down the pole that led from the hay loft to the ground. Then, they ran back to the dining room.
The cook ushered them through the screen door. As they entered, the cook's daughter slid out of the kitchen.
Jonelle was not supposed to be seen too often by the Parsons children. She clutched her fried chicken leg, and went into her mother's small quarters.
"You children bettah hustle now." the cook said to them.
"Yes, cook." Jamie said to her.
"Now, you go wash your hands, I see you been playing in the hay loft again." she said to Sandra, brushing off her gingham dress.
The children rushed to wash up, and tidy up. Then, they just barely slid into their chairs before their father got to the head of the table.
They sat demurely, with their hands folded in front of them, on the white tablecloth. Their mother said grace.
Then, they ate the cook's delicious dinner. She was Mrs. Parsons greatest social pride.
Mrs. Parsons was famous for her wonderful cook, and for her pretty, nicely behaved daughter. She was a happy woman.
But, today, Sandra was alone in the stable. She grabbed some sugar out of the bucket which always kept a supply of it.
She fed a cube to each of the horses. She liked their big, wet teeth and gums clomping at her palm.
She patted their noses, and promised her stallion that she would ride him later. Then, she climbed up to the hay loft.
She settled down into the big pile of straw. She lifted her ass up, and drew off her frilly pastel green underpants. .
She looked down at the sprinkling of blonde pubic hair over her slit. She looked at her smooth, slender girl's legs.
She spread her thighs, and put her hand to her cunt. She began to pull lightly at her bush.
She spread her legs wider apart so that her cunt lips would separate by themselves. She rocked her pelvis forward so that her wet inner vulva would be massaged by the hard silky blades of hay.
Then, she began to pull and roundly massage the skin of her pubic mound. She pulled the skin as she stroked it, so that it would stroke her inner skin with the pulling.
She felt the stickiness well up from her cunt canal. She pulled briskly at her skin.
She heard the sticking and bubbling of her cunt juice. She smiled with pleasure.
She rubbed her wet, spread lips into the hay. Then, finally, she scooped up some of the stuff, and rubbed it against her cunt with her hand.
She rubbed back and forth. Her facial skin grew pink and radiant.
Her mouth fell half ajar. Her nipples stuck out rigidly.
She felt the slow climb to ecstasy begin in her body. She rubbed firmly at her aroused pussy.
As her pleasure mounted, she began to rub faster and more frantically at her cunt. She began to groan as she reached toward her orgasm.
Sandra was used to having others bring her to climax. She had to work harder to bring herself off.
Finally, she felt the point being reached. She groaned deeply and rubbed harder and harder at herself.
Finally, a soft, satisfied sigh escaped her bow shaped, pink lips. And, her nether lips trembled with satisfaction.
As she sunk back onto the hay, inhaling happily, Sandra heard a strange sound. She looked up.
Mr. Melon was looking down at her. He was covered with blades of hay.
He smelled slightly of liquor. He needed a shave.
"Having yourself a good old time, aren't you little missy?" he said to Sandra.
"You bet, but I bet I'd have a better time if you helped me." Sandra said to him, eyeing the unmistakable bulge in his loose, worn trousers.
Mr. Melon looked down at her with astonishment. He scratched his rough cheek.
"Now what use could a pretty little thing have with a worn out old bugger like me?" Mr. Melon asked the girl.
"Oh, I'm sure I could find a lot of things to do with you." Sandra said to him.
She spread her thighs suggestively. She put her hand down to her blonde bush.
She smiled at the man. He gulped and the bulge grew larger underneath his pants.
"Why don't you come sit in the hay here with me, and we'll see what we can do for each other." Sandra said to the man.
Mr. Melon plumped himself down rather breathlessly beside her. Sandra laughed delightedly.
She had always found herself strangely attracted to the old man. She liked the way he was all grizzled and silent.
She rolled onto his bulging lap. She spread her naked, sticky pussy against the rise in his trousers.
She let him be teased for a while with the material separating him from the object of desire. She winked at him, and rocked her cunt around over his aroused fly.
The old man sighed with arousal, and looked at the lovely, childlike body that was teasing him. He shyly put his grizzled old hands to her smooth, white breasts.
"Um! I like that. Pull at my titties." Sandra said to him.
The old man rolled her pointed nipples between his rough fingers. He gazed at the puckered, delicate pink flesh.
And, he was also constantly aware of the rolling motion of the bare pussy over his bulge. Sandra was rubbing her cunt lips with the zipper of his trousers.
Mr. Melon had such a big hard on that his fly was opened out of the material that folded over it. His zipper stuck out, slightly rusted from spilled piss.
Sandra rubbed herself on the old zipper. And, with each roll of her pelvis, the old man felt another jerk of electricity shoot up his spine.
He continued to fondle the girl's tiny titties. He felt the smoothness of her rounded out chest with his fingers.
He thought that he would come soon, into his old trousers, but then Sandra began to move farther down his legs. The mounting pressure of pleasure abated slightly.
As she moved away, the man had to let go of her breasts. He let his arms drop to his side he sighed.
But, then, Sandra put her hands out. She began to unzip his rusty old fly.
She tugged the zipper down. Mr. Melon wore no underwear.
His enormous cock flew out of the opened hole. Sandra grabbed it with her little hands.
"Oh, girl!" Mr. Melon said as she pulled the loose old skin back toward his balls.
"You like that, Mr. Melon?" Sandra said to him, winking at him.
"Uhhum." Mr. Melon groaned softly as the girl began to pull back and forth at his erect cock.
The organ returned to full erection. Sandra held it in her hands for a moment longer.
Then, she moved her wet, bare body up to it. She positioned her cunt hole over the man's cock.
She put Mr. Melon's hands on her waist. She smiled pleasantly at him.
"Push me down onto you!" she said to him.
The man gulped. His hands sweated around the young girl's waist.
Finally, he opened his eyes wide, and pulled the little body down on top of his aching organ.
The cock slammed into Sandra's cunt. She moaned with pleasure as she felt herself filled up with the huge, throbbing member.
"Oh, God! That feels so good!" Sandra moaned to the trembling old man.
Sandra began to twist her hips around from side to side. She tightened and loosened her cunt muscles around the big dick in an irregular motion.
Mr. Melon was rasping for air. He lay back limply in the hay and let the girl bring him to a shuddering climax.
Sandra kept at him for quite a while, humping the man the best way she could. She rocked forward, and pressed her frontal vulva against the man's sagging stomach.
Sandra aroused very easily. She also satisfied very easily.
She was already panting with ecstasy as Mr. Melon began to moan and jerk his cock forward deeper into her. She was swooning with pleasure as she felt the drops of the man's come shoot into her.
"Uhn! uh, uhnnn! oh! Oh! Oh! Uh, uh, uh, uhhnnn!" Sandra moaned as the man shot his wad into her.
Sandra fell onto the man's greying, hairy chest. He held her light, soft little body against him as his chest rose and fell with effort.
The top half of his cock was still stuck into her cunt hole. She kept it sticking up with her position.
Come was seeping out of her hole, onto the man's balls and pubic hair. He breathed in her fresh, young odor.
Mr. Melon looked down at Sandra's blonde hair. He looked down at her pale, childlike body.
He could not believe that such a pretty, little, fresh thing had just let him fuck her. And, she had initiated and done the whole thing herself.
Sandra ran her hands along the man's hairy arms. She tickled him under his arms.
Mr. Melon sighed with satisfaction. He put his big, well-worked hands on the girl's baby round ass.
He gave the soft, flushed flesh a gentle squeeze. He bent his hand down, and pulled his flaccid old cock out of the cunt hole.
Mr. Melon yawned. He fell asleep, right there, underneath the girl.
Sandra lifted herself up on her arms. She got up off of the man's body.
She stretched her lithe little arms up to the roof. Then, she looked around for her dress which she had thrown off in her ecstasy.
She put it on. But, the panties that she picked up, she only stuffed into her side pocket.
She went down to her stallion. She opened his stall door.
The animal whinnied at her. Sandra patted his flank.
Then, she reached underneath and gave one stroke to his huge, horse's cock. The animal shifted on its hooves.
Sandra took down the brush, and gave a quick brushing all over the horse's body. The horse made sounds of pleasure.
Then, the girl lifted herself onto the horse's bare back. She stood on the step ladder to do so.
Sandra was an excellent horsewoman. And, she preferred to ride bareback and bare assed.
She walked the horse out of the stable, closing the door behind her. Then, she trotted it out onto the dirt road.
She decided to ride the stallion to the beach. Her horse liked to ride in the waves.
And, maybe later, she thought, she would give a good stroking to his big cock. Sandra loved cocks.
She loved to pay homage to a hard, throbbing pole. She would and could worship at the base of a hard cock for hours, sucking, licking and experiencing the thrill of knowing that for that time at least, the cock was in her control.
Chapter Six
Sandra thought that she would have to forgo sex when she was sent away to a girls' boarding school. She was quite chagrined by the prospect.
But, all her cajoling could not convince her father to let her stay home, and continue to be taught by Mr. Howard. Jamie was being sent to a boarding school because that was what the Parsons men always did.
And, Sandra was being sent off because as she grew lovelier and sexier, while still remaining childishly soft and tantalizing, her father became more and more concerned about his reaction to her. He found it extremely embarrassing to walk around the house with a hard on because of his daughter's dancing around in her short, frilly dresses.
At least once a day, after seeing his girl, he had to lock himself into his study, and pull his cock out by the very roots, it would seem. He would try to shoot off his sperm as quickly as possible, dab it up with a handkerchief and return with composure to the business of being a responsible father and society man.
So, Sandra was far from achieving her aim when she slid into her father's lap and began to softly pet him as she squirmed childishly hugging him close to her. He was rendered extremely uncomfortable by the tantalizing presence on top of his crotch.
"Please, Daddy, can't I stay home, and study on with Mr. Howard. I do so well with him." Sandra whined to her father.
"No, we've been over that before, young lady. Mr. Howard has already been referred to us to the Adamses in Rockport. So, you see, there would be nobody here to teach you if you stayed." Mr. Parsons reasoned to her.
"Oh, I'm sure he would tell those nasty Adams girls where to go if you offered to keep him on here, Daddy. That's no excuse." Sandra said.
Sandra began to stroke at her father's cuffs. She liked to fondle his sterling silver cufflinks.
She put her cheek to the male jewelry and rubbed against the smooth, blonde hair, now long and curled nightly, brushed against James's hand.
He felt his cock leap up in his pants. He worried intensely that his daughter's pantied crotch could feel the swelling as it lay against his.
"But, I love being here with you and Mommy, and Mr. Howard, and Jamie, and cook, and Mr. Melon." Sandra said to her father.
She slid her ass back and forth against the bulge in her father's pants. She was aware of it, and was not above using all she had in her aim.
She pressed her chest sideways against her father's vest and button down shirt. She rocked herself and sucked her thumb.
Mr. Parsons tried to steady his trembling breath. He put his hand onto his daughter's soft hair.
He stroked it and tried to push her away. But, Sandra was firm in her position.
She had gotten herself into a good position on her father's bulging lap. His swollen clothed cock was right in the groove of her pussy.
She slid and rocked back and forth, all the while effecting the behavior of a child. She sucked her thumb and began to weep a little.
"Now, now." Mr. Parsons said to his daughter.
He could resist her no better than his wife could, especially when she was starting to cry. He was too stimulated now, as well, to stop her from rocking her warm pussy against him, if she wanted to.
"Now, now, pussy." James said to her, rubbing her back gently over her bright orange pinafore.
Sandra found that her rising excitation was good for helping her simulate crying. She could gasp for breath and tremble just as well in either situation.
Mr. Parsons was very quiet now. He continued to pat his daughter on her back.
He could feel that she didn't wear a bra. She didn't need one, and she had always resisted her mother's attempts to get her one "just for training."
Mr. and Mrs. Parsons smiled at this evidence of their daughter's immaturity. They rather liked the fact that she was so childish, even as she was growing older.
Mr. Parsons liked to think of his daughter as being very innocent. And, as such, he didn't really see any harm in letting her rocking motion bring him to a quiet orgasm as long as she was unaware of it.
He fell very quiet, trying to modulate his breathing, as the girl rocked his cock in her warm groove. He even went so far as to put his hand down to pat her ass, and press her more tightly to him.
Sandra pretended to be falling asleep. She sucked her thumb loudly, to muffle her moans.
And, she let her father press her cunt firmer against his aroused penis. She rocked herself gently back and forth on the trousered lump.
Finally, as her eyes were closed, feigning sleep, she heard her father let out a low groan of relief. She felt a slight dampness at his crotch.
She looked up at her father. His eyes were closed, and his face had a distinctly lascivious expression on it.
"Did you say something, Daddy? I must have dozed off." Sandra said to him, batting her big grey eyes innocently at him.
"No, dear. You must have been dreaming. Now, run along. I still haven't changed my mind. In fact, I'm resolved that you be educated with other young ladies." Mr. Parsons said to her.
"Yes, Daddy." Sandra said to him, too lulled by her recent orgasm to fight.
So, Sandra was sent away to a girls' boarding school. She accepted her fate with glumnness.
"It might be fun, Sandy," her brother said to her.
"Fat chance. There won't be any penises there!" Sandra complained to her brother.
"Well, you might find one or two men. But, be careful. Remember what Mr. Howard always says, 'Discretion first.'" Jamie said to her.
"Yeah. I probably won't even have to worry about being discreet." Sandra pouted.
"Oh, sex isn't everything. You might have some nice girl friends and you might learn something in nice classes." Jamie said to her.
"That's all very well for you to say, but you know how bad I am in school. And, other girls don't seem to like me." Sandra said to him.
"How would you know? You don't ever see any other girls except the Adamses, and the cook's daughter. And she's just a poor nigger girl," Jamie said to her, with more than a hint of contempt.
"Yeah, nobodies. Well, I guess I'll have to put up with it." Sandra said to Jamie.
"Right. Be a Stoic." Jamie said to her.
"Don't you use big words with me!" Sandra said to her brother.
So, Sandra went off to boarding school. She arrived there on a cloudy September day.
The schoolmistress led her and her mother and father to the dorm in which she was going to have to sleep that year. Sandra found the prospect much worse than her previous arrangement of half nights with Jamie, and half nights in her own, frilly canopy bed.
James found himself growing erect as he walked through the girls' dormitory. Several lovely nymphets were already opening their pastel colored suitcases, and putting their frilly panties in their drawers.
The girls giggled as the tall man walked through their rooms. Finally, he sat down on the edge of one bed when the schoolmistress led them to Sandra's room.
Five girls were to sleep in it. Sandra picked the bed under the window which contained a maple tree.
Two of the other girls were already unpacking, and one had already been and gone. Sandra eyed the two girls suspiciously.
One was very homely. The other one was rather pretty in James's opinion.
He watched her surreptitiously as she bent down to put things in a low drawer, and her short skirt hitched up around her hips. He had a good view of her electric pink patterned panties.
They shadowed in at her ass crack. James put his hat on his lap to cover his hard on.
"Well, this is it. I'm sure that Sandra will be very happy here." the woman said.
Sandra mumbled something to herself. The homely girl smiled at her.
"Oh, I'm sure she will. She hasn't had much chance to get to meet girls her own age." Mrs. Parsons said to the mistress.
"Well, she'll soon have many, many dear girlfriends. We pride ourselves on the togetherness of our girls." the schoolmistress said to Mrs. Parsons.
"Yes, I've heard that." Mrs. Parsons said to the woman.
Sandra began to open her suitcase. Her parents kissed her goodbye.
She shut her suitcase and walked with them out to their car. She waved them off down the road.
"That bastard. He lets me rub his cock, but he still sends me to this hell hole." Sandra thought to herself.
Then, Sandra made her way back to her dorm room. She was in an atrocious mood.
Back in the room, all four other girls were assembled. One was just saying goodbye to her mother.
"Well, here we are. Janice and I have been here already. The rest of you are new, am I right?" a very pretty girl who Sandra had not seen before asked.
"Right." came the mumbles.
"Well, fine. I'm sure we'll all get along grandly once we get accustomed to the place." the girl said.
Sandra felt awkward in her blue dress with puffy short sleeves, and a high waistline. All the other girls were wearing things like turtleneck jerseys and hip-hugger miniskirts.
But, immediately, the pretty girl, came over to Sandra. She smiled friendly at her.
"You must be Sandy. I've already gotten everybody else's names, and Sandra's the only one left on the list." the girl said to her.
"That's right. Um, what's your name?" Sandra asked her lackadaisically.
"I'm Becky. You seem nervous, there's no reason to be. We all help each other here." Becky said to Sandra.
Sandra shrugged her shoulders imperceptibly. Then, she followed Becky out of the room.
They went down the hall, with the other girls to the dining room. They sat down at the table that seemed to be reserved for them.
"At first we only sit with our dorm mates. But, later, we'll be able to sit wherever we want." Janice told the girls.
Janice was a rather homely girl. She had thick dark hair that she wore long, with no style.
She had a bumpy white nose. She wore black glasses.
She had straight, thick, dark eyebrows. And, her face usually wore an expression of fierceness.
She sort of resembled Groucho Marx in a younger, slightly more feminine form. But, one could never laugh into her face.
Becky smiled encouragingly at Sandra. She was sitting beside Janice who seemed to have a rather proprietary interest in her.
Sandra was stuck between a chattering Southern girl, and a glum, if somewhat pretty girl who only seemed interested in eating. The food was terrible.
"It's awful, isn't it?" Becky said, after the girls had chewed morosely for several minutes.
"It's not like our cook's." Sandra said.
The other girls looked at her. She lowered her head, and played with the peas with her fork.
"Do you have a good cook at your place?" Becky asked her.
"Oh, yes, she's marvelous. She's from the South and she cooks the best fried chicken and macaroni and cheese and all sorts of things." Sandra said.
The girl from the South smiled toward her. Sandra found herself blushing.
After that, Sandra found that the girls were easy enough to get along with. But, she was still very horny.
There were virtually no men around the place except the dried out old physics professor who even Sandra could not get herself interested in. Sandra found herself masturbating in bed every night after lights out.,
For the first month, Sandra was totally lacking really satisfying sex. That is, she was totally lacking in sexual relations.
So, she would furtively hide under her bedclothes every night, rubbing away at her own pussy. She tried to remember things that she had done with her brother, her tutor, and the groom.
And, she also began to fantasize situations with them and other men. But, she just didn't find fantasies and her fingers sufficiently satisfying.
She wondered how the other girls managed to get by through school with absolutely no sex. Some of them, she was sure, did not even masturbate.
She knew this from one of their bull sessions, in which a boy masturbating was mentioned, and then there was a short conversation on masturbation. Two of the girls said that they found it "nasty" to touch themselves "down there", and one girl did not even know that girls could masturbate.
Sandra was astonished by the girls' naivete. She noticed, however, that Becky did not seem to be very stupid about sex.
The bull sessions mostly concerned gossip about teachers, and only a little mushy romantic discussion of. little filiations with boys back home. Given the atmosphere, it would probably have been indiscrete to have gotten into a graphic discussion of sex.
But, somehow, within the confines of their discourse, Becky managed to get across the impression that she was not all that inexperienced sexually. Sandra took note of this.
Throughout the girlish discussions, Janice sat stone faced, her arms crossed in front of her, and her eyes, more likely than not, focused on Becky's often loquacious figure.
Sandra rarely had anything to say during these talks. She therefore got a reputation as very inexperienced sexually.
At the middle of October, before the weather would change for the worse, the girls were to go on a camping trip. Sandra had never been out camping.
Everything was arranged. The girls would go off in groups consisting of two dorm rooms.
They would be driven out to some rustic spot, and then hike off for the nearest paradise. One teacher would go with each group.
The teacher would be there mostly for safety. She kept a communications radio to radio in case there was any trouble.
Other than that, the girls were to enjoy themselves, and explore the outdoors a little. Becky was to be the leader of Sandra's group.
Becky had a lot of experience with camping. She came from a large family of boys.
Since she was out of diapers, she had been going off at every week long vacation with them into the woods or the mountains. She was very much the outdoors type, although she was quite good in academics as well.
Becky was a very attractive girl. She was quite tall for her age, and for a girl.
She had long slender legs. Her torso was not remarkable.
She did not have a particularly shapely hip or breast line. But, there was nothing wrong with it.
Her body had the grace of litheness and health. It was there, but it was not spectacular except, perhaps for her shapely legs.
She had a very fine bone structure. Her face was starkly lovely.
She kept her hair cropped short. It was light brown, and only slightly wavy.
Her eyes were a light hazel color. They shone with friendliness, but they were not exceptionally large, pretty, or noteworthy.
Her lips were moderate sized, and well etched. Her complexion was clear and peachy colored.
No one feature of hers was particularly beautiful. It was just that all together, and greatly augmented by her gait and her posture and natural grace, she was what many people considered a beautiful girl.
Her teeth were slightly crooked at one side, but otherwise they were big and white. They were not as large, however as to be really remarkable, as some actress's are.
When Becky smiled her face broke into friendly crinkles. Her straight, medium thickness eyebrows went closer to her eyes, and lines that one day would develop into crow's-feet appeared at the corners of her eyes.
Becky smiled frequently. And, she was also ready with a stern and calm purposefulness when a problem arose.
Her hands were one of her loveliest features. They were very long and slender.
Bones and veins stuck out prettily on them, but their color was a uniform white. She used them with quiet eloquence when she spoke and listened.
Becky was well respected by her peers, and by her teachers. But, she had enough of a mischievous attitude to not be an odious example of excellence.
Since Sandra was the only girl who had absolutely no experience in camping, she was assigned to sleep in the tent with Becky. The girls were to be in pup tents.
So that there would be no problems with the less popular girls not having tent mates, they were assigned their mates. These were made in accordance with experience first, and size second.
Sandra noticed that Janice's face grew purplish with anger as she read the list which stated the Sandra and Becky would be tent mates. Sandra decided that Janice wanted Becky to be her tent mate.
Sandra was sure that it wasn't her company that Janice rued. Indeed, Janice seemed to harbor a dislike for Sandra.
Sandra couldn't see why except perhaps for a natural antipathy, or perhaps because Becky seemed to take a particular liking to Sandra, and Janice seemed to have a particular possessive liking for Becky.
Becky did spend a lot of her time with Janice. And, most observers would say that they were best friends.
But, when she was alone, Becky often went to talk with Sandra. However, if Janice called her, she quickly went to her.
Sandra could easily see why Janice liked Becky so much, but she didn't understand what attraction Janice had for Becky. Janice was Sandra's least favorite dorm mate.
Sandra found the girl morose, bossy, bullying, and just generally unattractive. She offended Sandra's view of frilly, silly girlhood.
Janice was hard-edged, and rough. She was reported to be pretty good at classes, but the one class which she had with Sandra, in Sandra's admittedly inexpert opinion, showed her to be all style and no substance.
Janice was stuck with the girl from the South, who she couldn't bear, almost as much as she couldn't stand Sandra. The girl from the South was always chattering about her beau back home.
When they got to the campsite that they decided on, they set up their tents. It was already evening.
After finishing setting up, the girls built a campfire, and fixed up a pioneer stove for their dinner. They had brought soup for two soup special.
They also had hot dogs to roast on sticks. And, for dessert there were marshmallows to toast to a black or brown softness.
Then, like the girl scouts from whom the rest of their menu descended, the girls would stick the hot marshmallows between two graham crackers with a square of milk chocolate. And, they would sit around and tell stories.
Janice spent every minute of the evening with Becky. They drank their bean and cheddar cheese soup side by side.
They held their wieners side by side. And, Janice cooked while Becky set up the "some-mores". Janice lay down next to Becky while another girl told a story. And, she looked up enthralled while Becky told her story.
But, finally, bedtime came around, and the teacher made sure that everyone retired to the proper tent. She knew from past camping trips that the most problems came from girls battling about rearranging sleeping arrangements.
So, Sandra ended up in the small pup tent with Becky. Becky had found them a nice spot of soft grass on which to set their tent up.
But, the plot was rather a distance from the other tents. The teacher had approved of the location only because Becky was such an experienced camper, and she didn't see that there would be any problems.
Besides, it was certainly close enough for a yell to be heard, if conversation would remain inaudible from there. So, they got their soft floor.
They also got their privacy. And, good use was soon made of that.
"Well, here we are." Sandra said lying down on the soft grass, inside of her sleeping bag.
"Yes, here we are. I'm glad that Miss Hauty allowed us to stay out here." Becky said to her.
"Yeah, I think we have the nicest floor of any of the tents." Sandra said to her.
"Are you having trouble with your sleeping bag?" Becky asked Sandra.
"Well, not really, I just find it sort of awkward to sleep in this narrow bag. I like to thrash around when I sleep." Sandra said to her.
"Oh, really? Well, I was just going to suggest that we zip our bags together, or we might even dispense with the zippers. It doesn't look like it's going to be such a cold night." Becky said to her.
"Whatever you say is fine with me. You're the expert." Sandra said to her.
"Well, you see, I suggest that we open up one of our bags, and lay it on the ground, and the other one we could use as a blanket. Then we can both thrash around all we want -within the confines of this pup tent, of course." Becky said to the girl.
Sandra had had to wear very uncharacteristic clothes for the camping trip. She had to wear plaid flannel shirt and jacket, and sturdy pants and boots.
These clothes were given out by the school since some of the girls didn't have camping outfits. It was also so that one girl would not have an advantage over the other with warmer, or lighter clothing from some expensive outdoors store.
Sandra hated the outfit that she was forced to wear. But, they had been allowed to bring their own night clothes.
So she wore her frilliest nightie. As soon as they were allowed to leave the campfire, Sandra ran out to her tent, and got into her nightie.
She crumpled the hated day clothes into a mound at the foot of the tent. Then, she slid her way into her sleeping bag.
But, Becky had had to spend an extra few minutes in making peace with her angry friend, Janice, before she could get to the tent. When Sandra stepped out of her sleeping bag Becky was surprised by her outfit.
"My! You're dressed pretty for a camper!" Becky said to her.
"Oh, you think I'm silly don't you?" Sandra said.
Becky was still in her clothes, and Sandra was sure that she was going to put on a plaid flannel night shirt. Sandra looked at her long leg bent up as the girl rearranged their sleeping bags.
"What are you wearing to bed?" Sandra asked her.
"Oh, something much less feminine - my naked body." Becky laughed.
"Do you think I'm a goose for bringing this out here?" Sandra asked her.
Becky laughed and began to unsnap her plaid flannel shirt. She smiled friendly at the other girl.
"No, I think it's cute." Becky said, as she unsnapped the last snap.
"Well, it's just that I hate the clothes I have to wear during the day. You know I have a real weakness for frilly things. I just can't bear to spend a week without them." Sandra said.
"Well, I think you look just fine." Becky said to her.
Becky put her hand on Sandra's lacy collar. She smiled at her.
"You look very pretty. And, I like that frilly, silliness about you." Becky said to her.
Sandra smiled. She kneeled down on the under sleeping bag.
Becky drew off her flannel shirt. Sandra looked at her spare, but just right upper torso.
Becky's breasts were flatter than Sandra's. Along with Becky's height, thinness, and spare shape, and short hair, they made Becky look like a boy.
There was a different type of youthful look about Becky. She looked like a ten year old boy, while Sandra looked like a ten year old girl.
Both of course, were young ladies of a more advanced age. Sandra stared as her friend stripped.
Becky was totally unselfconsciously in front of Sandra. She smiled constantly at her as she unzipped her pants.
She wore plain, white cotton panties. She wore hip-huggers.
She soon drew those off of her, too. She revealed her light brown bush to the other young girl.
Sandra could not keep her eyes off of Becky's cunt. All of a sudden she felt a tingling feeling in her own cunt.
It was similar, but slightly different from the feeling she felt around men. Becky still smiled at her.
"Oh, I could dance all night!" Becky said, stretching her lithe arms up as far as they would go in the short tent.
"Dance? Out here?" Sandra said.
"Sure! But, Miss Hauty said that we had to stay in our tents. I used to do all sorts of crazy things with my brothers when we went camping. Other times, too." Becky said, trailing her voice off.
"Me too." Sandra said, softly.
"I did some strange sort of things with my brothers." Becky said, softly.
Becky looked at Sandra. She took a deep breath.
"You know, I used to let my brothers feel this pussy of mine." Becky said, putting her own hand to it, and looking into Sandra's eyes.
"You did! Me, too!" Sandra said to her, gasping with relief.
"Oh, how wild! I thought that I was the only one who did that at this school. Because the girls here talk like they know nothing, you know?" Becky said to her.
"Yeah! Really! That's why I shut up during our rap sessions." Sandra said to her.
"I wasn't sure if that was it, or if you really didn't know anything. I'm glad that it's because you do know." Becky said, looking earnestly at her, and putting her hand on her shoulder.
"Did you do it with all of your brothers?" Sandra asked her.
"Yeah. It was a real family thing. You see, they used to have circle jerks, you know what that is? Well, they used to do that before I came along. I'm four years younger than my youngest brother, you know." Becky said, bringing Sandra's little hand, underneath her lovely long one, to her cunt.
Sandra placed her hand on the other girl's pussy. She began to stroke it back and forth.
She felt lubrication well up in her own quim. She rubbed more intensely at the girl's cunt.
"Well, once I came along, they had something new to play with. Once, I was old enough for such stuff, of course." Becky said.
"My brother initiated me, along with our tutor." Sandra said.
"Your tutor! That's great! Was he good?" Becky asked Sandra.
"He was a sort of strange man. Very shy, except when I was alone with him, or sometimes with my brother. But, he sure knew how to satisfy me. He would really root at me tightly in our little locked schoolroom." Sandra sighed.
"Great. Uhm ... can you slip your finger into my slit. Here, let me change my position." Becky said.
Becky stretched her thighs out to the side, flexing her heels. Then she lifted her cunt forward so that it was spread before the other girl.
Sandra sat cross legged, and leaned forward. She slipped her fingers inside of her friend's cunt lips.
She felt the creamy inner area. She rubbed her fingers all around in it.
Becky sighed happily. She ran a long hand through Sandra's blonde hair.
"I like you a lot, you know that?" Becky said to her.
"More than you like Janice?" Sandra asked her.
"Oh, Janice. Well, Janice is something else, again." Becky said.
She spread her legs wider apart, and began to moan. Sandra was rubbing her thumb all over her tumescent clitoris..
Becky began to rock her pelvis slightly from side to side. Sandra dug her fingers deeper into her inner lips.
"Well, Janice is another thing. She just sort of latched on to me at the beginning. And, there was nobody else around that seemed to be interested in having real fun. And, you know Janice had a clitoris that's so long, when she's turned on, she can almost fuck a girl?" Becky said.
"No kidding? I never heard of anything like that." Sandra said as she circled over the girl's clitoris vigorously.
Sandra's finger was coated with cream. Juice was flowing out of Becky's glands.
"Yeah, Janice has her good points, let me tell you. I like to suck on her clit, it's like giving a blow job, almost. Except she doesn't come. And, I love to swallow come." Becky said to her.
"Yeah, me too. I love the slimy feel of it, and the funny taste." Sandra said as she continued to stroke the girl's cunt.
"Ooh! Keep on doing that! That really feels, ahh ... good." Becky said.
Sandra kept her thumb stroking over the other girl's clitoris with a circular motion, while she jabbed her little finger in and out of the girl's cunt hole. Her hand was covered with Becky's natural lubrication.
Becky began to pant with pleasure. She started to jerk her pelvis up and down. Sandra took her other hand, and slipped it up the girl's hole.
She managed to get all her fingers in. She pushed them in and out.
Becky moaned in appreciation. She kept pushing her pelvis more and more forward.
Sandra shoved her hand more firmly in and out of the vagina. Becky groaned and strained herself for orgasm.
In and out the hand went. Around and around the thumb went.
Then, Sandra felt the inside of the girl's cunt vibrate with climaxing. More and more juice gushed.
Becky brought her hand down, and pressed both of Sandra's hands tightly onto her pussy. Sandra stopped moving them, and pressed them onto the trembling organ.
Becky was gasping for breath. Her skin shone in the darkness.
The flashlight hit her erect, sweaty nipples. They stood out from the near flatness of her chest.
Sandra leaned forward with her head, and nipped wetly at the right one. Becky sighed.
"Oh, Sandy! That was good. So good!" Becky said to her.
Sandra was now sucking on the girl's nipple, her arms went around the girl's skinny back.
"Oh, you pretty little girl!" Becky said to her.
She stroked Sandra's blonde hair. She felt the steady, biting sucking of Sandra's mouth on her tit.
"Oh, baby. You're really good for me. And, I'm gonna give you a good time, too." Becky said to her.
Becky began to stroke the shorter girl's shapely back. Her hand crept down her spine
Sandra felt like sparkles of electricity overcome her. She got up onto her knees.
She climbed over the other girl's lap. Her short legs encased the taller girl's thighs.
She pressed her cunt down so that it touched the hairy moistness of the other girl's. Becky drew her hand farther down Sandra's back.
Eventually, Becky's hand reached the other girl's ass crack. She dug her fingers into the crack and down to the girl's puckered asshole.
Slowly Becky worked her finger up Sandra's asshole. Sandra sighed with the pleasant pressure of the penetration.
Becky worked her finger well up the canal. Then, she began to twirl it around.
"Um, that feels sort of nice." Sandra said to her.
Sandra began to rub her cunt over the other girl's cunt, while the other girl dug her finger in and out of her asshole. Sandra felt her cunt tremble in arousal.
Sandra rested her chin on the girl's slender shoulder. She later turned her head down, and sucked on the rather salty skin there.
Meanwhile, Becky dug another long finger into the girl's cunt hole. She had two fingers up the ass and one up the cunt.
Finally, Becky dug the fourth, extremely long finger into the girl's cunt lips, and up to massage her clitoris. Her own cunt felt the outside of her fingers as she did so.
"Um, that's nice. Rub it briskly." Sandra said to her.
Becky rubbed and massaged, and probed at the girl's genitals. Slowly, Sandra began to moan with pleasure.
Up and down, in and out, around and around, forward and back, the girl's long fingers went in the other girl's cunt. Sandra was moaning with urgent regularity now.
Becky continued her campaign. Finally, Sandra groaned and trembled in her arms.
A gasp flew out at Becky's hickeyed shoulder. Becky smiled.
And, that was the beginning of Sandra's satisfying stay at girls' school. She even got to terms with Janice, and felt the benefits of her long clitoris.
And, when she saw her brother again, he got very hot as she told him stories from her school. And, his sex with her would be proportionally hot.
He especially liked to hear about three way sessions between the little girlish, Sandra, the youth-like, Becky, and the hirsute, large organed, Janice. Their triangles of eating, and their turns at fucking Janice fascinated him.
And, hearing about it, in detail would make his cock swell up fast and enormous. And, soon Sandra would put it in her little hand, and pull away at it while she continued her stories.
Chapter Seven
Jonelle fingered the new pair of silk panties that Mr. Parsons had had his chauffeur pick up for him in the city. She looked down at her naked legs.
She looked at the long, smooth brown limbs. Then, she looked at her dark crevice and the several tufts of curly hair that edged it.
She sighed and lifted and bent one leg up. She put her foot through the lace thigh line of the panties.
She lifted the silky scrap of material up to her knee. Then, she lifted and bent her other leg, and put that foot into the other thigh line of the panties.
Then, with both feet on the ground, slightly apart, she pulled her panties all the way up. She liked to feel them a little slipped into her cunt lips and ass crack.
She loved the light silkiness of their material. She liked to feel it against her sensitive cunt skin.
Jonelle had soon trained James to buy her little presents, as well as letting her rifle through his wallet, in his cast off trousers. In proportion to the lessening in her pleasure in her relations with James, so her demands on him, and their successful answering increased.
Now, Jonelle had a locked chest full of frilly, silky panties and slips, and a few bras when she rarely wanted to wear one. She also had real silk stockings, with pretty, sexy garters, in a darker, but sheer color.
She kept this chest in an obscure closet that was supposed to be for her papers in her work with James. Her mother didn't see her undress anymore, so she was totally unaware of her new acquisitions.
Jonelle acquired a great appetite for pretty, expensive, luxurious things. It was in a different compartment in her psyche to her appetite for Hubey, which she placed the most importance in, but it was strong, and it was growing constantly, with each Friday.
Each Friday, now, she would come into the study, and lock the door. And, Mr. Parsons would be waiting for her with a new little gift bunched up in his hand.
Jonelle always had to try on the gift for him. And, she had to undress in order to do that.
He had already put a long playing record of Mantovani or LeGrand on the hi-fi. He would lean back in his wine leather arm chair.
He would rest his hands relaxedly on the armrests. And, his cock would be out of its fly, resting relaxedly, more likely than not, on the thigh of his trousers.
He liked to have it out, in the air, while still remaining fully dressed. He liked to watch Jonelle strip and pose for him.
He liked to watch the slow ascent of his cock as he watched her and became more and more aroused. Sometimes, just looking at her was not enough.
He might sometimes remain flaccid until the girl began to touch or suck on his cock. And, he got a sort of perverse pleasure in looking down at his soft cock while the beautiful very young looking girl stripped to her brown nakedness, and then put a midnight blue silk garter belt with seamed black silk stockings on her lithe legs.
But, eventually, Jonelle would suck, or pull, or rub her pubic mound against his cock until it attained fullness. Then, he would get full return for what he payed for.
Jonelle did her strip routine like a pro. She was so lovely that she found that even a jaded man like Mr. Parsons did not require too many fancy moves to arouse him usually.
If he was having trouble, it was usually because of heavy drinking the night before, or momentary monetary problems in his vast estate. And, a few warm licks of her tongue was usually all that it took to get him ready.
He often liked Jonelle to put on sheer silk stockings, with seams up the back of her long brown legs. But, along with that, he liked her to wear oversized patent leather pumps.
And, often he required her to wear an oversized, old fancy dress of Mrs. Parsons. Then, he'd have her lean forward, and rest her little titties against his shiny mahogany desk.
He would look at her bare little round ass staring up at him. And, his cock would invariable rise to the occasion.
He remembered a few times when Sandra was little and she had gotten into her mother's closet. She had climbed into the large clothes, and once, she had even put on Mrs. Parsons stockings and garter belt.
Sandra had found the garter belt very curious. It looked to her like panties, but there was no crotch to them.
So, she pulled off her own panties, and slipped the garter belt onto her bare ass. Then, she hitched up the nylons, as tightly as they would go.
Her mother was furious at her, because she ended up running the stockings. But, first, she was considered very cute for walking into the living room, where Mr. and Mrs. Parsons were sitting, quietly reading, in her get up.
She walked haltingly in the oversize high heels, and pirouetted in front of her parents. They laughed appreciatively.
"Look, Mommy, Daddy! I'm all dressed up, like Mommy." Sandra said to them.
"That's very cute, dear. But, you better not rip anything, or get it dirty." Mrs. Parsons said to her.
"Look at these funny panties I found! Why are they made this way, Mommy?" Sandra said.
She reached down, and lifted up her skirt, or her mother's skirt. She brought it above her waist.
Her father's cock immediately began to stir as he looked at the little girl's bare, hairless pussy underneath the garter belt.
Mrs. Parsons laughed uproariously. She jabbed her husband in the side with hilarity.
"Isn't that adorable? She thinks that that's a sort of panties!" Mrs. Parsons said to her husband.
Sandra basked in the laughter. She kept her skirt up, and turned around.
She had an impulse, and bent over, sticking her bare ass out at her parents. Her legs were wide apart to balance her on the high heels.
So, when she bent over, Mr. Parsons had a good look at her totally naked ass crack, ass hole, and the backside of her pussy. His cock pounded with arousal in his pants.
Sandra wiggled her ass. Then, she stood up again, and turned to the front again.
She pushed her front out, then, wiggling her hairless pussy in front of her parents. Mr. Parsons put his hand to his bulging crotch.
His penis was quite obviously sticking out. But, Mrs. Parsons, as usual, paid no attention to it.
Finally, Sandra tired of the game, and walked back upstairs. James got up and went to the bathroom.
He sat on the covered toilet seat, and unzipped his fly. His red cock jumped out of the gaping material.
He grabbed it with his hands. His knuckles going white with his passion.
He pulled briskly at his skin for two or three strokes. Then, gobs of come shot out and splattered against the bathroom door.
After he recovered his breath. He wet a sponge, and mopped off the door.
Then, he returned to the living room. But, he retained the image of his little daughter's naked pussy since then.
And, so, he liked Jonelle to re-enact the scene for him, sometimes. She would wiggle her brown bare ass at him, in her oversized pumps.
And, instead of sitting meekly with his hard-on, he would be able to get up, walk over to her, and slam his cock up her teasing orifice. He'd grab her bare ass, and shove himself into her.
Sometimes, she would do it facing him frontally, and he would grab her, and lift her up onto the large desk. He'd spread her legs apart, and push his throbbing cock up her hole.
He rarely spoke to Jonelle, except to give her instructions as to what to do for him. He would just stick his cock up her ass, her mouth, her cunt, or between her fingers, or cunt lips or breasts, and grunt away to orgasm.
Jonelle would count dollars. She hardly even felt his cock up her anymore.
James took her from behind. He pressed her back down.
Her hard titties pressed against the fine wood grained finish. She turned her face to the side, and pressed her cheek down on the wood as well.
She kept her breath steady and medium speed, as the man shoved his cock up her asshole. She was still not used to being penetrated that way.
James put the thick head of his cock to her puckered dark reddish orifice. He pressed against it.
Bit, by bit, he shoved his way up her. He groaned as the tight canal hugged his cock skin.
It pulled hotly at his prick. The ring of his cock was vigorously stimulated.
His hot, moist breath poured down on Jonelle's back, through Mrs. Parsons old, fancy dress. He looked through oily lidded eyes at her curly black hair.
He moved, tensing his ass muscles. He finally got himself all the way into her asshole.
He smelled the slightly acrid odor of tension that Jonelle exuded. It excited him.
He moved his hands down around to her lower abdomen. He slid them under the old dress.
He rubbed at the smooth skin of her lower belly. Then, he reached his hand down to her pussy.
He passed his hand lightly over her sparse curls. The hand which followed, stayed there.
The first hand delved into the wet cunt lips. He spread them wide apart, and dug his fingers into the recess of her inner folds.
Jonelle felt him pull at her cunt. She sighed with resignation.
James began to pump in and out of her asshole. Her inner skin held tightly and hotly to his organ as it worked its way back and forth.
His swollen penetration irritated her nether canal. Her bowels began to feel queasy.
Jonelle hoped that he would finish soon. She wanted to examine his wallet, and leave.
She hoped that he did not have a long day in store. She knew that usually, when she did the dress up routine, that would satisfy him for the afternoon.
She could hear him grunting behind her. He was pumping himself faster and faster inside of her.
She felt his thick organ slide back and forth in her asshole. Finally, she felt the hot seed spurt into her bowels.
He withdrew from her. She grabbed her stomach, and crouched over.
"What's the matter. I didn't hurt you, don't pull anything like that on me!" James said to her.
"I, I feel bad. I gotta go now." Jonelle said to him.
"Here, take it and go." James spit out, his slime covered cock dangling at his right side.
He threw Jonelle forty dollars. She grabbed it, stepped out of the high heels, and the old dress, and slipped her shabby dress over the silk stockings.
She ran out of the room. James looked down at his flaccid cock.
He took out his handkerchief and wiped it dry. His sighed contentedly, and picked up a financial news magazine.
Jonelle went down to her room, once she had cleaned herself up. She made herself some hot, herbal tea.
Her mother sweared by natural remedies. She put her feet up on the foot rest, sat in the easy chair, and turned on the television.
The next day she heard that the children were coming home soon. She wondered how they looked and acted.
Each time they returned from school, there were changes. Jonelle preferred the children to their parents, especially their father.
"Now, you remember, don't talk to Jamie or Sandra unless they talk to you first, except to say good day if you see them, or if you're doing any work. But, I spose you won't see them with the kind of work you do for Mr. Parsons." Jonelle's mother said to her.
"No, mama." Jonelle said, raising her eyebrows, and sighing.
"Now help me shell these peas, girl." Jonelle's mother said to her.
"Okay, mama, just a minute." Jonelle said to her, collecting herself, and going to the kitchen.
"Don't forget how to do physical labor just because you can do some fancy sort of job for Mr. Parsons." Jonelle's mother said to her.
"No, mama. I won't." Jonelle said to her, picking up a handful of peas.
The two black women shelled for the next half hour. Mrs. Parsons was giving a big dinner for the return of her children.
She wanted Jonelle's mother to make a special meal. One of the dishes was baby peas in butter sauce and light herbs.
Mrs. Parsons thought that it was time to introduce her children, especially pretty Sandra to the other society members in the area, which had grown in the past years. So, she was holding a dinner party and dance.
Jonelle hoped to be able to work as a server for it. She liked to watch the white people entertain each other.
She could learn of ways to get more out of them. And, she could also scout out new white men, since she was thinking of leaving the big house, or at least taking on a few extra paying customers.
Jonelle might have come from a humble beginning, but she would never return there.
That was the only thing she really knew for sure.
Chapter Eight
"Sandra called this morning." Mrs. Parsons told her husband.
"Oh, really? What did she have to say." James asked her.
"She wanted to know if it was alright for her to invite her best school friend over for vacation. She's that nice girl, Rebecca; you remember, the head girl in her dormitory." Mrs. Parsons said to him.
"Did you tell her it was alright?" James asked his wife.
"Yes. We've got plenty of room. And, she's a proper house guest for our daughter, I think. She comes from a very good Colorado family." Mrs. Parsons said.
"Well, fine then." James said, burying his head back in the paper.
* * *
"Maybe she and Jamie will hit it off. Have you noticed that he's becoming more attractive as he gets older?" Mrs. Parsons asked her husband.
"It doesn't matter what a man looks like as long as he's a gentleman." Mr. Parsons said to his wife, authoritatively.
"I guess you're right, dear." Mrs. Parsons said, looking down at her revised menu.
She would speak to Jonelle's mother soon about the newer dishes that she had decided on for the banquet. Mrs. Parsons was very excited about the upcoming social event.
Finally, the day came that Jamie, and Sandra, and Becky were to arrive at the train station in town. Mr. and Mrs. Parsons were driven out there in the big car by the chauffeur.
The chauffeur whistled to himself when he saw the two young ladies approach the car. He opened the door for them gallantly, and picked up their suitcases, to put in the trunk.
Miss Parsons was looking as charming as he remembered her. And, she seemed to have gotten even sexier, while remaining with a look of childish innocence, softness and smallness.
Her school friend was very attractive, the chauffeur thought. She was long, leggy, and classy looking.
There was something both ethereal and wholesomely earth bound about her. She was very friendly as well.
She insisted on sitting up front with the chauffeur when it was found that there wasn't enough room in the car for everybody to sit in the back. The chauffeur had to share his seat with Jamie and Becky.
For, Jamie had brought a friend of his from college. His name was Ben, and he was a large, strapping fellow.
He sat in the back, happily squeezed between the door and Jamie's pretty little sister. Jamie was just as happy with the crowdedness that he had unexpectedly created.
He was perfectly happy to sit between the front door and Becky. Her long legs pressed tightly against .his thighs.
She had to hold them up in the cramped front seat. And, as she sat, her skirt fell from her Chanel knee level up to her middle thighs.
She was wearing a slightly wide skirt, and she wore the fashionable ankle socks and high heeled strapped shoes. So, both the chauffeur, and Jamie had a good view of her excellently shaped and shaved thighs.
Her skirt also bunched up at her crotch slightly. And, the top she wore clung to her erect nipples, on her flat chest.
And, on top of it all was a cropped haired head that could have been that of a young pretty boy. Jamie managed to slip his arm behind her as soon as the car started.
She leaned back on his arm, and laughed at his jokes. He was very taken.
Meanwhile, Sandra was feeling the sexual excitement start to burn in her cunt as she sat next to the big grown adolescent next to her. Actually, he was well into his twenties.
Jamie was very smart, and despite everything else, he did get an accelerated academic education from Mr. Howard, so he was in college classes with the oldest students.
James devoured his daughter's budding beauty, and the youthful grace of her girlfriend. But, he didn't seem to be getting any of the action.
He thought that he might have the chauffeur drive him into the city that evening. Jonelle was busy helping her mother prepare for the big party, and he was ferociously horny.
That evening the four young people went out to the stable. They sunk down into the haystack.
Sandra had pulled Jamie aside earlier. She dragged him into his bedroom, closed the door, and stuck her tongue down his throat.
Her hand reached down for his cock, which was shaking itself to erection. She unzipped his fly, and drew the half cocked thing out.
She softly pulled the skin up and down, as it swelled to its maximum proportions. She continued to tickle his throat with her long, wet tongue.
Jamie breathed in her familiar fragrance. He put his hands to her blonde hair.
He panted softly as she pulled and pulled at his maturing male member. He had hardly had any sex since he went away to school.
Now, he was ripe for it. Sandra drew her tongue out of his mouth.
She leaned her head back against the door. She looked down at the job she was doing to his cock.
Finally, she saw the drop of come at its tip. Then, with a few more strokes, the thing shot off in her hand.
Jamie groaned and panted out his orgasm. Then, he sighed with contentment.
He slouched against his sister's small form. He rested his arms on her shoulders.
"You alright?" Sandra asked him gently. "I'm fine, very fine indeed." Jamie said to her.
"What do you think of Becky, now that you've finally seen her?" Sandra asked him.
"She's a fox. Do you think she'd be interested in doing anything with me?" Jamie asked his sister.
"Yes, that's why I brought her here. But, I want to know about Ben. Is he willing?" Sandra asked him.
"Ben is ready, willing and able. He just told me so when I spoke to him alone." Jamie said to his sister.
"Okay, well, why don't all four of us go out to the stable after supper?" Sandra said.
"Sounds good." Jamie said.
Although he was only a few years older than her, and Ben, a few more, Jamie looked much older. But, he didn't look much older than his actual age.
It was just that the two girls sitting with the two men, looked much more childlike than the two men, who were already definitely men, not boys.
They sat and smiled at each other. Then, Sandra started to unbutton her pink blouse with the Peter Pan collar.
Soon, she had exposed her small, rounded white breasts, with their pert pink nipples. Ben looked at her with fire in his eyes.
His cock was bulging out obviously in his jeans. Sandra walked over to him, and sat on his lap, facing him, with her thighs on either side of his.
He put his hands on her little breasts. She rubbed herself back and forth on his clothed cock.
She cooed baby talk at him, in his ear with her warm, sweet breath. He worked at getting her gathered skirt off.
Then, Becky moved over near Jamie. She put her hand on his crotch, and it began to grow with speed.
She unzipped the fly, and drew out the engorged member. She put her head down, and took it in her mouth.
Ben had finally gotten off Sandra's skirt, and was working on her frilly, little girl's panties. He found her childishness charming.
He had always acted older than his age, and looked it, too. But, he had a taste for silly, frilly, little girls.
Her baby face with its big, grey eyes tantalized him. And, her baby soft flesh, with its fresh smell made him happy.
Finally, he pulled off her lacy under things. She was rocking her body totally naked on top of his bulging crotch.
He wished she would take his cock out. And, as if she could read his mind, she then reached down,
His cock bulged out of the open fly. Sandra moved her ass up a minute, then she lowered it onto his cock.
She held her cunt hole open with her fingers, and slid herself onto his dick. Ben moaned with pleasure as the hole, tight as an eleven year old virgin's encased him, and drew down onto him, to his cock hilt.
Meanwhile, Jamie was grunting as his sperm shot into Becky's mouth, and she swallowed every drop of it greedily, even to sucking the last bit out of him. He felt drained, and lay back in the hay.
Becky took off her clothes, slowly. Jamie just lay back and watched her.
Then, she went over to Sandra and Ben. She lay down with her head at where their crotches met in their pumping motion.
She stuck her greedy little tongue out, and licked at the front of her girlfriend's cunt, and the upper pubic hair of Ben's crotch.
Then, not satisfied with that, she put her strong, long hands around her girlfriend's waist, and turned her around half circle, so that she was facing away from the man.
Then, she had Sandra lean back. She helped her get started in a new pumping motion.
And, Ben, put his hands firmly at the girl's narrow waist, and pulled her up and down on his cock. His thick member had a ways to go to be fully satisfied.
He was very robust. And, very horny. And, both the girls turned him on immensely.
Becky stuck out her tongue, and licked back and forth from the other girl's stuffed cunt, to the bottom of the hilt of Ben's cock, to his balls. She licked back and forth from clitoris to balls.
She watched the pumping of the two organs like an organic, rooty piston. She licked all around the male and female juices.
She pressed her own cunt into the hay, and felt the hard silkiness stroke her cunt lips. Then, Jamie got himself together again.
He began to rub his finger along her crotch ridge. He stroked back and forth, until her ass squirmed with pleasure.
And, Becky began to feel good from both ends. Jamie slid handfuls of hay in and out of her asshole, and her cunt hole, and between her inner lips.
Becky sighed with pleasure, she hoped that Jamie would soon stick something thicker up her hole, either one of them. And, as if he were mind reading, he soon stuck his finger up her cunt hole.
He probed around in it. Becky took back her tongue a moment, in order to groan.
Then, he noticed that his cock was beginning to swell up again. He started to crawl toward her hole.
"Ah, the intensity of youth." the familiar voice said.
Jamie looked up startled. His father was standing there, with Jonelle, the cook's daughter by his side, dressed only in frilly, little girl's panties, like his sister wore.
Jamie gulped. He could see the hard on in his father's trousers.
"Daddy!" he exclaimed.
"Don't bust a gasket. I'm not going to tell your mother or anything. Me and the little blackie were going to come up here for a little fun, but I see you beat us to it." James said to Jamie.
"Yes, sir. Well, if you'd like us to leave." Jamie said.
"No. I'd like to watch. I've already seen plenty, so there's no harm in seeing more." James said.
His daughter was groaning with orgasm as he was talking to his son. So, she wasn't aware of his presence.
So, James got to look for several minutes at his daughter's tiny, sexy body, as it was ravaged by a huge, adult cock, and a lascivious young lady's tongue.
He also got to see Becky's body naked. And, he saw it being pumped by his son's growing cock, and licking at his daughter's fresh, young cunt.
James hard on was nearly bursting through his fly. Jonelle looked with curiosity at the scene.
Suddenly, she burst into laughter. Jamie stood up, and approached her.
He pulled her onto the hay, and jabbed his cock up her young, tight hole. "Oh, God!" he moaned.
He'd only been with a black woman once, and that was a worn out old prostitute. He'd never paid much attention to the cook's daughter, having never seen her much. But, now he was fucking her, and he really liked her young, little girl's body.
It was a black version of his sister's. He soon shot his sperm up the dark hole.
Meanwhile, Becky got up and unzipped Mr. Parsons' fly with her teeth. Then, she sucked out his big cock.
She encased it in her mouth, hungrily. She sucked it and sucked it.
Mr. Parsons could not control his immediate feeling of satisfaction. A large stream of come shot out into the young girl's mouth.
She drank all of it down with pleasure. Then, she continued to keep the cock in her warm wet mouth, until stimulated by that, as well as by the spectacle of his daughter doing sexy, outrageous things, it rose again.
Then, Becky led it to the hay. She opened her thighs up, and beckoned Mr. Parsons to ravish her.
He pounced on her and tore his cock into her throbbing hole. Becky began to sigh with pleasure.
Ben, having come all inside of her, Sandra sat up and stretched her arms. She looked over at her father and Becky fucking.
She started to pull at her own cunt lips. She leaned onto all fours and rubbed at her clitoris.
Then, Ben, aroused again, came over to her. He put his cock to her asshole, and pushed his way up the tightness.
Sandra grunted with pleasure. He put his hands down to her tits.
She let him fuck her, like an animal, while she watched her brother fuck the black servant.
And, she watched her father fucking her best girlfriend. She moaned with pleasure as Ben plunged his hard, blood-filled cock in and out of her.
Mr. Parsons was feeling momentary pangs of guilt. But, he was feeling too much sensual pleasure to pay too much attention to them.
He pumped himself again and again into the young girl's cunt. She groaned in ecstasy at each thrust.
Then, he felt her quivering in orgasm, as he was only half way to his own. He kept on pumping, and she gasped in appreciation.
He went on and on pumping at her until finally, his come shot out of him, and up her canal. He grunted and fell against her flat chest.
She stroked his greying hair, and smiled over at Sandra. Sandra's face was contorted with pleasure.
Ben was humping her like a dog, and she loved it. His thick cock reminded her of Mr. Melon's.
Meanwhile, Jamie was eating out Jonelle. He'd come into her, and now he was licking up his excess, and her juice.
He liked the strange Negro flavor. He liked her smooth, brown skin.
Jonelle giggled with pleasure as he applied his tongue all over her dark red inner lips. He licked away at her folds and she throbbed with satisfaction.
"Ooh! Baby, you're not bad for a white boy." she said to him.
Jamie's cock swelled up with pride. But, he continued to lick her.
Then, Sandra, fresh from her fuck with Ben, crawled over to her brother. She saw the state that his long dong was in.
She lay beside him, and took it into her mouth. It was still coated with the black girl's cream, and his spent semen.
She licked it clean. And, after she was done doing that, it was fully erect.
She sucked it hard. And, she applied her tongue from the inside.
Jamie began to chew gently on the black girl's pussy. Her narrow hips wiggled in appreciation.
She looked so young, Ben thought as he watched the scene. Then, he walked over, to see if she might be interested in doing something with his now, newly erect cock.
Jonelle saw the huge member, and opened her mouth wide. Ben kneeled over her, and leaned down, lowering his cock into her mouth.
Jonelle clamped her lips over it, and began to suck. James sat up, holding his faded cock in his hands, and watched the foursome.
She wanted in on the action. So, she crawled over around were Ben was and turned her cunt to face him.
He put his hand down, and began to massage her pussy. She spread her legs out, and he stuck his fingers into her inner folds.
She was already sopping wet with previous satisfaction. He ran his hand over the gooey, sensitive skin.
This went on and on, and finally, all five young people groaned in a simultaneous orgasm. Just then, James' cock grew erect again.
But, cook was ringing the bell for evening snack, and they all had to quickly get dressed and go to the big house. They walked in in smaller groups.
Mrs. Parsons greeted each group that walked in nicely, and totally innocently. She served the cocoa and tea, and finger sandwiches.
Jonelle's mother was surprised to see her slip into the side door, looking rather hay covered. Jonelle was not supposed to be in the stable.
Jonelle's mother confronted her about it that evening. But, Jonelle said that she had had to go there in connection with some work she was doing for Mr. Parsons.
That night, the four young people met in Jamie's room. They got undressed and commenced to fondle each other.
"Your father sure is wild, going out with that black servant." Becky said to Sandra and Jamie.
"Oh, she's not really a servant. She's just the cook's daughter." Sandra said to her.
"She's sure a pretty little thing." Ben said.
"She looks very young. How old is she?" Becky asked.
"Oh, she's about my age, isn't she Jamie?" Sandra asked him.
"I think so. She sure has a sweet little pussy. It's nice and tight, like yours, and yours." he said to the girls.
"Do you think we can get her to come up here?" Ben asked Jamie.
"Oh, I don't know. She's supposed to stay in the servants' quarters. We've got some rules around here." Jamie said, in mock outrage.
"Hah!" Becky said, sliding onto her knees before Ben's cock.
"Becky, I swear! I never met a girl who liked to drink come so much before." Ben said to her, as she slipped his half erect cock into her mouth.
"You know what you ought to do?" Jamie said.
"No. What ought I to do?" Becky asked him, with her mouth full.
"You ought to go to one of those sperm banks, and see if you can buy some used or, rather come that they haven't used. Then, you could keep a bottle of it, and drink it." Jamie said to her.
"Eat shit!" Becky said to him.
"I'd rather go fuck my sister." Jamie said.
And, he proceeded to do so. Soon, the room was ringing with orgasmic groans.
The next Thursday Jonelle went to Hubey's place. They were soon naked together in bed.
"Man!" Jonelle said, as she lay with Hubey's big, strong hand over her tiny slit.
"Man, what? Little girl?" Hubey asked her, stroking ever so gently at her lightly haired cunt.
"Man, white folks is crazy, you know that?" Jonelle asked him.
"Sure every smart brother knows that." Hubey said to her.
"Brother is different for us than for them. So is father, and daughter and sister." Jonelle said to him.
"Whatchew mean by that?" Hubey asked her.
"Oh, forget it. Give me a kiss." Jonelle said to her boyfriend.
Hubey embraced her, and rolled onto her with his huge, black erection. She spread her little legs, and took his big, man's cock into her little girl's body.
She let him cradle her, and rock her back and forth underneath his powerful dick. Soon, she was moaning with pleasure.
"Oh, you're my man, Hubey." Jonelle said to him.
"So, when you gonna marry me?" he asked her.
"Soon, Hubey. Real soon now, I think." Jonelle said to him.
Her frilly, little girl's panties lay on the floor in the corner. Her poor dress was folded on the wooden chair.
She lay underneath her black lover. She felt his warmth envelop her.
He pumped in and out of her narrow, smooth cunt canal. Her lithe little legs clasped themselves around his big, muscular body.
Her baby face sighed and went into expressions of peacefulness. She gasped and her cunt quivered in orgasm.
"Oh, baby face, you're really ready for me today, aren't you?" Hubey asked her
"You know it, Hubey dear. Pump me hard, pump me, ah! uh, uhn, ah! Go at me, man!" Jonelle moaned at him.
Hubey kept on pumping until he saw her sigh into her third climax. Then, he pulled back and forth vigorously, until his own orgasm shot itself into her tight hole.
He then lay on top of her. Then, he rolled onto his back, carrying her on to the top of him as he rolled.
The sperm dribbled out her cunt hole. She lay peacefully breathing on his muscular chest.
He patted her round little ass. Her curls lay on his collarbone.
"Happy, baby?" he asked her.
"Yeah. Fuck me again. I feel you getting hard." Jonelle said to him.
Mr. Parsons lay in his bed, his twin bed. His wife lay across the room on hers.
He could hear the regular sound of her sleeping breath. He held his erect cock in his hands.
Since it was vacation, and all the young people were home, Jonelle had not been to see him in two weeks. The orgy in the hayloft seemed like a dream to him.
None of the young people seemed to even pay any more attention to him. And, Jonelle was taking off every day to see that black stud of hers in town, that the chauffeur had informed him of.
James ran his creased hand along the length of his cock. He sighed with lonesomeness.
He wondered about what the kids were doing in the other end of the house. He could just imagine all the erotic things that they were up to.
Jamie's friend and Sandra's friend got along well with each other, and with Jamie and Sandra. The four young people were inseparable.
They went everywhere together, and James was sure that when they returned for meals, their eyes had the glint of secret sexual satisfaction. While, his cock was constantly erect with frustration.
He decided to go to the city the next day. He would have to think of some excuse.
He would go to his favorite closed house, and buy himself the most youthful little girl in the place.
He hadn't been there for a while, so he hoped to find a lot of new, young talent. With the teenage unemployment as it was, he found more and more young girls taking up his favorite profession.
He tried to imagine the creamy inner thighs of a new young girl. He wanted a white one this time, or maybe an Oriental.
He imagined running his big, hairy hand along the smooth, white length of the girl's thighs. She would be wearing a frilly, see-through pinafore.
Her childish outfit would be up around her waist. But, her little belly button would be visible.
And, James would be able to stick his little finger into it. He would question her about her childish little naughtinesses during the day.
She would make up some trembling young lies. He would turn her over onto her stomach.
He would place his hand for a moment on her round, baby's ass. He would stroke it.
Then, he would lift his big hand, and whack her soundly. She would whimper, but she would know that he loved her just the same.
About the only time that James had used to allow himself to have physical, and what for him amounted to sexual contact with his little daughter was the few times when she required physical punishment. Although she was very spoiled, occasionally, her behavior called for discipline.
So, he would make a big ceremony about carrying her to his study. She would kick her little feet, as he held her under his arm.
He could look down and see her frilly panties as her dress skirt flew up due to her position and her kicking. He'd stride into his study, and lock the door.
Then, he'd sit on his big, wine red chair. He'd turn her little body to face him.
He'd pull down her panties, and speak to her sternly. He had to look her in the eyes to do that.
But, he stole glances down to her hairless little pussy slit. Then, when he was done talking, he'd move his hands down, managing to rest his thumb at the start of her slit.
Then, he'd turn her over onto her back. He'd lay the bare pussy on his knees.
And, he'd do his fatherly duty of discipline. He didn't want his children to turn out bad.
