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 This story is a fantasy.  It involves pedophilia which is illegal in most
legal jurisdictions.  Don't try to act out these fantasies.  This story is
copyrighted by d_copperfeel.

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   This story is supposedly a true story that was related to me by a friend
about his first sexual experience.  Of course, I have given it my own spin.
d_copperfeel

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   In the summer of 1958, I was twelve years old and living in the Deep
South of the United States.  The weekend after the Fourth of July, my older
sister, Teresa, who was twenty one years old and married to a man named
John, asked me if I would like to come and stay for a couple of weeks on
their farm which was about 60 miles southwest from the city where I lived
with my parents.

   "Sure, that would be great," I said.  I really loved my sister.  She had
been my babysitter many times when I was younger and I liked her husband,
John, who was about twenty eight years old that year.  So that Sunday I
packed a small suitcase, loaded my bicycle in the trunk of the car and we
all took off for the farm.

   When we arrived, I was a little shocked at the condition of the place.
It wasn't exactly a shack but it was a far cry from my parents' home.  It
was a solid little house with weathered board siding, a tin roof and a
sagging porch on front.  That spring, John had just completed adding on
their bathroom.  Before that they had used an outhouse (a privy) that still
stood about thirty yards from the back door.  They had a television but
only had fuzzy reception on two channels that were broadcasted from the
state capitol about 40 miles away.

   John worked at a denim mill about 7 miles away from the farm, but spent
the evenings working the 50 acres that he and Teresa were buying from the
old farmer who lived about a mile down the tar and gravel road.  Most of
the land was planted in corn and vegetables of all different varieties. 
Some of the land was an open pasture where they kept two cows and there was
a small chicken coop beside the tractor shed which stood about 50 yards
from the house.  They also had a small patch of vegetables just behind the
house that they were growing for their own use, while all the others were
intended for market.

   On Monday morning, I awoke to the sound of Teresa and John in the
kitchen getting ready for their day's work.  I caught the smell of bacon
cooking but I was still sleepy so I went back to sleep.  I finally got out
of bed at about 9 am.  Teresa was busy making her bed when I arose.

   "Hey, sleepyhead.  There is some bacon and biscuits on the stove.  And
there is milk in the fridge.  You don't drink coffee, do you?" she asked.

   "No, I don't like coffee," I replied.  I went to the kitchen and fixed
my breakfast.  I sat at the dining room table as I ate.

   "I hope you don't get too bored here.  There aren't any kids around who
are your age.  We mostly just do our chores and watch television.  By the
time John gets through working everyday, he is usually ready to fall into
bed.  He is working hard to make this farm pay for itself.  After its paid
off, he can quit the mill and just farm full time.  That's our dream
anyway. But I could use your help this evening when I work the garden.  The
veggies are starting to bear and we will have a lot to pick."

   "That will be fine," I replied.  I was looking out the window at the
cornfield.  It was a good stand of corn, probably already five feet tall
and a beautiful dark green color.  There was a dirt road that ran between
the cornfield and the house and it ran down to a long line of trees that
were about a hundred and fifty yards away from the house.  On the right
side of the path, behind the house, was a large vegetable patch.  This was
their commercial patch, where they would harvest vegetables for harvest. 
To the right of the veggie patch was an open pasture.  Their subsistence
garden was off to the side of the house, between the house and the tractor
shed.

   "We will probably have enough to take to the farmers' market on
Wednesday morning.  If you will help me do some picking then I will let you
sleep in that morning," she said as she walked into the kitchen.  She
smiled and tussled my hair with her right hand.  "After lunch, I will take
you down and show you the swimming hole."

   "Swimming hole?"

   "Yep, there is a creek just beyond that line of trees and there is a
nice swimming hole down there.  Did you bring your swim trunks?"

   "Yea, I think I packed them.  I was hoping there might be a swimming
pool here somewhere."

   "No swimming pool, but better.  The water is great.  It's just the right
temperature.  You will love it."

   After breakfast, I watched a little television but there was nothing on
that was of any interest to me so I got on my bicycle and rode up to the
tar and gravel road that ran in front of the house.  I rode a short
distance back to my left and then back a short distance in the other
direction.  The nearest house was probably a half mile away and I didn't
want to go quite that far yet.  So I rode back and forth on the road and
then I rode down the dirt path all the way to the weeded area just before
the treeline.  I could see a footpath leading off to the left and
disappearing into the trees.  I assumed this was the trail to the swimming
hole and I thought about going down to the water by myself, but the area
looked a bit snaky so I decided to wait until Teresa was there to go with
me.

   As promised, after lunch, Teresa told me to put on my swim trunks and
she went to her room to get her own swimsuit.  I put on my trunks under my
denim shorts and slipped on my sneakers.  She reappeared wearing a pair of
bermuda shorts and a flannel shirt that hung loosely down nearly to the hem
of her shorts.  She had a couple of large bath towels folded across her arm
and a straw hat with a wide brim sat on her head.  She was almost a
caricature of a country bumpkin, but she was too attractive to be humorous.

   Teresa also had a bicycle so we rode our bikes down to the trees.  We
dismounted at the beginning of the footpath and proceeded into the woods,
watching carefully for copperhead snakes as we walked down the bank.  The
creek bank was about 20 yards wide with a gentle slope down to the water.
It was a pretty creek, about 50 feet wide with a few large rocks positioned
near the middle.  The water was a dark blue, almost green, and clear in the
shallows.  The swimming area was a U-shaped meander of the creek with a
curve away from us about 50 yards upstream and then another curve to the
same direction about 30 yards downstream.

   Teresa laid our towels down on a fallen tree near the water and began to
undress.  Under her clothes she wore a dark blue, one-piece swimsuit that
fit snugly on her slim but shapely body.  I followed suit, sliding out of
my jeans and teeshirt and laying them on the tree beside the towels. 
Teresa also had a swimming cap that she donned to protect her shoulder
length, dark brunette hair.  Then Teresa held my hand as we dipped our toes
into the cold water of the creek.  It took maybe a minute to work our way
in to the deeper water, adjusting to the temperature as we went.  After the
first chill of getting our suits wet, we adapted to the water quickly and
it felt terrific.  After the water reached our waists, Teresa let go of my
hand and swam out to the largest rock in the stream.  I did likewise and
met my sister at the boulder.  The water was terrific, the temperature just
right for swimming.  For the next few minutes, we swam up and down the
stream away from the rocks.  When I tried to stand I only found a small
area that was actually too deep for me to touch bottom.

   After a little while, Teresa got over into shallow water and stood up.
That was when I first took notice of just how womanly my older sister had
become.  Her wet swimsuit was pulled up tight against her firm buttocks,
creeping up into the slice between her ass cheeks.  She turned to face me
and I could see the outline of her nipples, excited by the cold water,
jutting out from her plump, firm breasts.  She slid her fingers up into the
leg holes and stretched the suit into a more comfortable position.  As she
did, she pulled the fabric up tight against her crotch, clearly showing the
smooth curve of her body's private region.

   Even at 12 years old and barely knowing the difference between the
sexes, I knew it wasn't right to have improper thoughts about my sister. 
But the sight of her well developed body was causing my body to have an
involuntary reaction.  I had had erections before and I didn't really
understand why it happened, but it was happening now as I watched Teresa
tug on her dripping bathing suit.  It just happened instantly and without
warning.  I could feel my virgin cock pushing straight out into my swim
trunk webbing and ,even though I was uneducated about sex and sexuality, I
still felt self concious about having an erection.  A moment later, Teresa
leaned over and glided through the water back to the big rock which was
just about ten feet away from where I was standing.  She pulled herself up
on to the rock and I could see the rays of the sun warming her face.  I
could also see the slit between her legs where the fabric of her wet
swimsuit was creeping up into her vaginal area.

   "Is this great or what?" she asked.

   "Yea, it's great.  Better than a swimming pool," I replied.

   "So you will be in the eighth grade this year.  Do you have a
girlfriend, yet?" She was now leaning back with her hands on the rock, her
nipples pointing upward as she basked in the hot Southern sun.

   "I went steady with Cindy Marvin for a month, but we broke up just
before school let out for summer.  We went to the spring dance together."

   "Well, why did you break up?  Cindy is so cute, with that beautiful
blonde hair."

   "I don't know.  I guess I wasn't smart enough for her or something.  She
broke up with me but I didn't really care."

   "Yea, you are too young to be too serious.  You should play the field."

   I swam up the stream about 10 yards and I found a couple of rocks
arranged such that I could sit on one and lean back on the other, letting
the water flow over my shoulders and down my skinny chest.  We just sat
silently for a while and then Teresa slid back into the water and swam
towards me.  She grabbed my foot and made me slide off my perch into the
stream.  I wasn't expecting that so my head went under and I came back up
spitting out water.  Teresa laughed and swam away towards the bank.  She
stood up in the shallow water and splashed her way back to the shore.  She
found her towel and began to dry off.  She spread her towel out on the
ground and sat down, watching me splash about.

   "We don't need to stay in too long.  Don't want to sunburn.  We both
have such fair skin that we will burn."

   I could feel the tingle of the sun on my shoulders and I knew that she
was right.  I had ash blond hair and fair complexion and I had been
sunburned enough to know that I didn't want that to happen.  I swam over to
the shallow water and stood up.  That was when the extent of my erection
became most apparent, as my swim trunks had a large bulge out front.  I
didn't really think much about it, but Teresa took one look and turned
away, looking upstream until I found a towel and got dried.  I spread my
towel out and sat down beside her.

   "I love coming here, it's so relaxing." She said.  "I can only get John
to come with me on Sundays because he is usually too tired from working all
the time.  But he is a good man.  He really wants this to be our farm and
he is willing to work hard for it.  I couldn't ask for more from a
husband." As she spoke, she was still looking away, up and down the stream.
I didn't realize that my preteen erection was causing her such
embarrassment.

   We sat on the bank and chatted for a while.  We talked about Mom and Dad
and our older sister, Margaret, who was four years older than Teresa and
lived in another state.  We talked about my school and about our plans for
the future, which basically, I didn't really have any plans but I did have
dreams.

   After a while, we both jumped back in for another cool off dip and then,
after drying off again, Teresa said it was time to go back and start
preparing dinner.

   About 4 o'clock, John arrived home.  He took out a can opener and popped
open a can of Schlitz beer.  He finished it off pretty fast and then popped
open another.  We sat in the kitchen and he talked a little about his day
at work.  After the second beer, he headed out to the tractor shed and
brought out his small Ford tractor.  He rigged up some sort of sprayer on
the tractor and headed into the corn field to spray the crop.  I watched
him ride the tractor for a while then I went inside and watched television
until dinner and then helped Teresa clear the table.

   After dinner, John went back to his work in the cornfield and Teresa
went to the garage and loaded the truck with some woven bushel baskets. 
She and I took the pickup to the edge of the commercial garden, took out
the baskets and proceeded to harvest several different types of vegetables.
Beans, okra, peppers, radishes, tomatoes and other varieties were loaded
onto the pickup.  Before we knew it the sun was setting and we returned to
the house.  John was already in the bathroom, taking a shower.  Teresa
backed the pickup into the garage and we went inside and waited our turns
in the bath.

   After my turn in the shower, I decided that it was time to turn in, so I
said goodnight to Teresa and John and headed to bed.  I slept like a baby
that night and before I knew it the sun was rising again.

   I got out of the bed at about 9 am that morning and, like the day
before, Teresa had bacon and biscuits ready.  I ate a couple of the
biscuits and went in to watch television.  Teresa was busy with the laundry
that morning.  In those days, laundry day was a lot of work.  She had a
modern washer with an electric powered clothes ringer mounted on the
washer. After the clothes were washed, she had to pull out each piece and
run it through the ringer to mash out the majority of the water and then
she took them out back to the three metal lines that were strung between
two tee shaped poles.  Today, we would call that a solar powered clothes
dryer.

   I watched television for about an hour and then decided to ride my bike.
I rode up and down the main road and then down the dirt road to the creek.
On my second trip out to the road, I rode the half mile to the nearest
neighbor's house.  The house sat about forty yards off the road and was in
even worse shape than John and Teresa's.  It looked like everything on it
was sagging and I wouldn't have been surprised to see it collapse in front
of my eyes.  In the front yard were three little black boys, probably 5 to
8 years old.  They had a Hula Hoop and they were rolling it around the
dusty yard with a stick.  When the youngest boy saw me riding by, he picked
up a rock and threw it at me but it landed long before it reached the road.

   "HEY BOY!" I shouted at him in the deepest voice that I could muster.  I
then turned my bike back towards home and peddled leisurely away, trying
not to show any hint of intimidation.  I looked back just in time to see
the little boy hurl another rock in my direction.  I just smiled and rode
on.

   After lunch, Teresa said she didn't feel up to going swimming again but
said it would be okay if I wanted to go by myself.  So I decided to go
swimming again.

   "Be careful and watch out for snakes," she warned.

   "Okay, see you after while," I replied.

   So that became my routine for the rest of the time that I was there. 
Ride my bike in the morning, go swimming in the afternoon,sometime with
Teresa and sometime not, either watch tv or help Teresa in the garden
during the evening.  On that Sunday, after church, John went with us to the
swimming hole and I had more fun than usual since John was still pretty
much a kid at heart.  We splashed and wrestled in the water.  Once he
yanked my trunks down which was somewhat embarrassing since Teresa was
watching.  But it was a lot of fun.

   On the following Monday afternoon, I peddled down to the swimming hole
by myself again.  As usual, I hung my towel on the fallen pine tree and
eased into the cold water.  It was just like all the other days as I swam
upstream and then floated back down, climbed up on the big boulder or just
sat on the bank and revelled in the sultry Southern climate.

   I was once again sitting on that rock where I could lean back into the
flow.  I had my eyes closed, enjoying the feel of the water flowing over my
body.

   "HEY!!" the voice of a stranger broke my reverie.  The voice of a female
stranger.  I opened my eyes and looked up and down the bank until I finally
spotted the source of the voice.  It was a girl, a Negro girl.  She looked
to be about my age, maybe a little older.  She was standing near where my
towel lay on the fallen tree.  With her was a younger girl of maybe ten
years old.  The older girl had short and straight, but stiff looking, black
hair.  She wore a red flannel shirt that hung down over her cutoff dungaree
shorts.  Her younger friend had multiple pigtails and was wearing a light
blue cotton shirt that also covered dungaree shorts.

   "Hey boy, do that water feel good?" said the oldest girl.

   I was hesitant to answer.  I had never spoken to a black girl before and
wasn't sure if I should do so now.  In the days of Jim Crow laws, blacks
were considered subhuman in the southern states and I had been raised in
that tradition.  There were absolutely no blacks in my school or in my
neighborhood and I had only spoken to some black boys at a city owned
basketball court.

   "Yea, the water feels good.  What do you want, girl?" I said, trying my
best to sound manly and superior.

   "We sho would like to swim in the creek.  Miss Teresa say it's okay if
we want to swim here when Mr.  John ain't here.  Do you know Miss Teresa?"

   "I'm Teresa's brother," I replied.  "Teresa said you could swim here?"

   "Yessir, Miss Teresa say we can swim here when Mr.  John ain't here. 
That be okay with you?"

   I was in a quandary.  I didn't really want to be in the same creek with
black people, but I wasn't ready to go home either.  There was something
inside me that said that I shouldn't object just because a person wanted to
swim in the creek, even if they were black.  But I also didn't want anyone
to find out that I had associated with anyone who was black.

   "Well, I guess it's okay.  Just don't be bothering me."

   "No sir, we won't be bothering you," she said.  She smiled, her white
teeth brilliant in comparison to her black complexion.

   She hung their towels on a bush near where they stood and then she
started unbuttoning her shirt.  To my surprise, she didn't have on a
swimsuit.  Instead, when she removed her shirt she gave me my first look at
a real girl's bra.  She had plenty of breasts already, showing some
impressive cleavage atop her white bra.  I had to look away, trying not to
stare, and I felt that involuntary activity beginning in my trunks.  When I
looked back, I saw that the young girl had her by the arm and was
whispering into her ear.

   "What?  No you don't have to take off yo shirt.  But Momma gonna be mad
if you come back with wet clothes," the older told the younger.  She then
unzipped her shorts and let them drop to the ground, showing me her light
blue panties.  She grabbed the waist band of her panties and pulled them
up, giving me a good look at the slit between her legs.

   "You gonna take off yo pants?" she asked the younger girl.  The younger
one looked at me and shook her head no.

   "Okay, it's yo butt that Momma gonna whup."

   She then stepped to the edge of the water and dipped in her toe.

   "That feel good.  Come on, Carrie." she said to the young one.

   She then moved slowly into the deeper water, sometimes letting out a
sigh as the cold water lapped against her chocolate toned flesh.  The
younger girl followed her in, carefully picking her steps on the smooth
stones of the creek bottom.  The young one came up beside the older and
they both dipped down into the water and glided out into the flow of the
stream.

   "Oh boy, that feel good," the older girl said.  She swam up towards me a
little and then floated back to the large boulder.  I tried to keep my eyes
closed and ignore them, but my curiosity kept focusing on the feminine
forms that had unexpectedly entered my world.  I watched them as they swam
and then floated back and forth in the flowing water.  Once, the older one
held the younger as they spun and danced in the water, the oldest one
singing a song that I had never heard.  Then the oldest one saw that I was
watching and she swam up to where I was sitting on the slick stones.

   "What yo name is?" she asked me.

   "My name is Harry.  I'm Teresa's brother."

   "Harry?  Is you hairy, Harry?" she asked and then giggled.

   "That's my name," I said, not getting the joke.

   "How long you been with Miss Teresa and Mr.  John?"

   "Just a week.  I'm going home Sunday."

   "You going home Sunday?  Where you live?"

   "I live in Waynesville.  It's a long way from here."

   "You like it here in the country?"

   "Yea, I like it here."

   "How old you?  What grade you in?" she asked.

   "I'm twelve and a half.  I'll be in the eighth grade."

   "I be thirteen years old.  My name Taneisha and she my cousin, Carrie. I
be in the seventh grade and she in the fifth.  You like school?"

   "Not really.  Do you?"

   "No.  I rather be home on the farm, helping Momma and Daddy on the farm.
But they say I gotta go to school till I be sixteen anyway.  Then I can
stay home.  Or get married or something."

   "Yea.  I am going in the Army when I get old enough.  I'm gonna see the
world," I told her, not really knowing what that implied.

   I noticed that she had moved a bit closer to me than I was really
comfortable with, but I didn't say anything to her.  I also noticed that my
cock was standing at full attention like a horny little Army private.  She
was holding on to the rock on which I was leaning and her body was moving
closer and then backing away with the flow.  I could have reached out and
squeezed her breasts at that point but I was basically in shock.  I
couldn't stop myself from ogling the wet, white cotton bra that hid her
breasts from my curious eyes.  She caught me looking at her feminine charms
and she smiled at me

   "Does you got a girlfriend at home?" she asked.

   "Yea, I've got a girlfriend," I lied.

   "Does yo girl treat you like a man?" she continued her query.

   "What you mean?" I replied, truly not knowing what she meant by that.

   "You know.  Does she give you some sugar when you want?"

   "Sure she does," I lied again, though I had been kissed by more than one
girl.  It was Cindy Marvin who had introduced me to the wonder of french
kissing and I had truly loved that experience.  The chaperones at the
Spring dance had chastised us for kissing on the dance floor, but it was
worth the reprimand.

   "What else do your girlfriend do for you?"

   What else was there I thought.  I had heard some stories about the
wonderful things that girls could do for a guy but I wasn't totally clear
on what those things were.  I didn't know enough to even lie about it.

   "She does everything for me.  What do you think?  I asked her.

   She just smiled and came in very close to me.

   "Does yo girl ever give you some pussy?" she whispered in my ear and
then backed away looking in my eyes.  I really had no idea what she was
asking but I couldn't let her know that.

   "Sure she does.  All the time," I lied again.

   "No she don't.  You ain't had no pussy.  White girls don't fuck til they
is married."

   "How do you know?  You don't know what I do," I protested.

   "I bet you never had no brown sugar.  I bet you don't be around no
nigger girls at home.  Guess you wouldn't want no black girl in yo bed."

   I was getting more confused but more excited by the minute.  I had a
vague idea of what she was saying but I was too scared to do anything about
it.

   "Come here, Carrie," she called out to her young cousin who was swimming
around downstream from us.  Carrie swam up to where we were floating.

   "Stand up, Carrie." she ordered the girl.  Carrie stood up as required.
Taneisha pulled down on the shirt tail of Carrie's shirt, causing it to
stick to her body and exposing the dark outline of her small, black
nipples.

   "Has you ever seen little black titties like Carrie's befo?"

   Carrie gasped and pulled away, swimming away down the creek.  We both
laughed at Carrie's shock and embarrassment but I was becoming more and
more excited by Taneisha's close proximity.

   "You ever seen real black titties before, Harry?" she pulled her body
close to me, rubbing her bra against me just under my armpit.

   "Naw, I ain't never seen any black ones," I said, blushing and trying to
catch my breath at the same time.

   "You want to see my titties, Harry?"

   She giggled and ducked under the water.  When she came up she was
between my legs.

   I swallowed hard and tried to speak up but I noticed my voice cracking
as I spoke.  Could this be real?  Was I dreaming or had I drowned and woke
up in a different kind of heaven?  All I really knew was that I was dying
to see what was hiding inside her bra.

   "Yea, sure.  I would like to see your...your tits," I replied, trying to
sound bold but stumbling nervously over the words as my eyes stared at the
cloth clad prizes.

   She smiled at me with her gleaming white teeth and then stood up in the
shallow water.  She reached behind her back with both hands and then
suddenly the bra loosened and she slid it off over her shoulders, exposing
her orange sized mounds of womanly flesh and the erect, black nipples that
stood so proudly on those mounds.  Her nipples were about half as long as
the end of my little finger and about as big in diameter.  The aureolas
covered about a quarter of her breasts and were puffed up from her breasts
as if swollen with mother's milk.  The sight of bare breasts made me light
headed to the point that I was afraid I might float away down the stream.
She lay back down in the water beside me and rubbed her hard nipples
against my side.

   "Do you want to touch them, Harry?"

   I didn't reply.  I just reached over and began to pinch the nipple that
wasn't rubbing into my body.  She took me by the hand and directed it in a
careful exploration of the strangely firm but soft flesh of her exposed
breast.  The feel of her skin surprised me.  It was smooth and soft and
warm all at the same time.  As I pinched her nipple, she moved closer and
kissed my ear and then my neck.  Electricity was running rampant through my
body, my cock getting harder by the second.  Before I could think of
protesting, her hand had moved down my stomach and rested on top of my
throbbing penis.  That was the moment that I discovered that I had a very
special trait.

   "Oh Harry!  It so big," she whispered to me.  "That thing would fill me
full."

   Well, I didn't know anything about that.  What did she mean by filling
her full?  It was just the same cock I had always had and I didn't think it
was anything special, though the feelings that were originating there and
pulsing through my body were becoming more and more intense.  I was
starting to have trouble breathing.

   "Harry, I want to feel yo big dick inside me.  Please.  I won't tell
nobody that you done fucked a nigger gal.  I just want you to fuck me with
that big dick."

   What could I say?  I didn't really know what to do but I figured that
she must know what to do so I just went along for the ride.

   "Okay, sure.  Sure I'll fuck you." I said.

   "Let's go over to the bank.  I'm gonna suck yo cock better than you ever
had befo."

   That wouldn't be hard since I had never had a girl suck or even touch my
cock before.

   She took my hand and we waded out to the shore.  She grabbed her towel
off the bush and started to rub my chest dry.

   "Carrie, come here, baby," she called out to her young friend.

   Carrie waded over to the bank where we stood.

   "Carrie, go up on the bank and watch to see that nobody coming."

   "I ain't through swimming yet," Carrie protested.

   "You can swim more later.  Now you go on up there and let us know if
anybody coming."

   After Carrie had moved to her sentinel's position Taneisha turned her
attention back to me.

   "Here, rub my body dry,"she said as she handed me the towel.  I started
drying her off, paying particular attention to her plump black breasts.  I
then moved the towel down on her stomach and then she turned around and I
sponged off her back.  While she was turned away from me, she reached down
and pulled her soaking wet panties down to her knees and then let them fall
to the ground.  I reached around her with the towel and began to dry the
wiry bush of hair on her crotch.  She turned back to me, threw her arms
around my neck and kissed me full on the lips.  Her lips were full and soft
and her breath was sweet as blackberry jam.  Our tongues met and wrestled
for supremacy, each wanting to grab more pleasure than the other.  She then
reached down and pulled my trunks down past my skinny white ass.  They fell
to the ground and my aching probe sprung up between her legs, bumping
against her private honey hole.

   She broke away from me and spread her towel on the ground.  She lay down
on the towel and held her hand out to me.

   "Come here and give me some of that big thing," she said.

   I lay down beside her.  Her kisses were so wonderful that I couldn't get
enough.  I kissed her lips and she took my hand and led it up to her
breasts.  Instinctively, I seemed to know what needed to be done.  I
squeezed her plump flesh and pinched her hard black nipples.

   "Suck my titties, Harry" she begged.

   I did as she asked.  I moved my mouth to her breasts and let my tongue
lick the stiff blacknipples that extended from her firm mounds.  I sucked
and I licked and then I lightly bit on her nipples as she cooed and moaned
and begged for more.  I could feel the temperature of her soft flesh
increasing by the minute.  On my own initiative, I let my hand wander down
her stomach until I found her hair covered love mound and the moist slit
between her legs.  I began to rub her pussy and she moaned louder.  I
continued sucking on first one nipple, then the other as my hand slid up
and down on her slit.  Her pussy was getting wetter and wetter as I rubbed,
to the point that my hand was sliding up and down with little or no
detectable friction.  The more I rubbed, the louder she moaned.

   "Oh shit, Harry.  You make me come.  Keep doing that, Harry." she said.
I rubbed her pussy and sucked her tits until she cried out with a loud
groan and her body arched up to meet my hand.  Her body jerked and shimmied
a few times and then she let out a loud sigh.

   "Harry.......you make me come,"she sang in a melodious cry.  She pulled
me up to her face and kissed me softly but firmly.  "You a real man, Harry.
Turn over on your back, honey.  I'm gonna give you a sucking that you won't
forget."

   I moved off of her and lay on my back.  She quickly kissed her way down
to my skinny body to my throbbing, jerking penis.  I had no idea what she
had in mind, but was pleasantly shocked when she took my cock into her
mouth and began to educate me in the fine art of fellatio.  For such a
young girl, she knew exactly how to stroke a cock.

   "oh Harry.  Yo cock is so much bigger than Randy's."

   "Who is Randy?" I asked.

   "Randy my cousin.  Randy show me how to suck and fuck."

   Taneisha worked on my cock with a gentle but impassioned importunity,
working hard to get every fraction of an inch of my pulsating penis.  I had
never had such an intense pleasure racing through my body.  At that moment,
I couldn't understand why people had such bad things to say about black
people.  This girl was surely showing me how nice negroes could be when
treated properly.  She would suck my cock and then massage it.  Then suck
it deep into her mouth and move her head up and down, making the sensations
shoot up into my brain.  My head was starting to spin and my heart was
pumping in a way that I had never felt before.  I had never shot my sperm
before so I had no idea why we were doing this, even though it felt so good
that I didn't care what would happen next.

   "Harry, will you fuck me with that big dick?  Please fuck me, Harry!"
She was almost begging for me to enter her, but I didn't really know what
she wanted.

   "What do you mean?" I asked.

   She rolled off of me and lay on her back.

   "Get on top of me,Harry,"she commanded.  "Come get on top of me."

   I did as I was told and she raised her legs up until her knees were
beside her nipples.  She then took hold of my cock and positioned it at the
opening of her honeyhole.

   "Push yo cock in my pussy, Harry."

   I did as she asked and pushed my cock forward.  I could feel it entering
the hot, wet love tunnel between her legs.  I pushed forward, feeling it
slide deeper into her slick tunnel.

   "Oh God, Harry,"she cried out.  "Oh my God, Harry.  Push that big cock
deep inside me."

   I pushed it into her until I could feel it hit against a wall deep
inside her.

   "Oh God, Harry.  Yo cock is so big.  Fuck me, Harry.  Fuck me hard,
Harry."

   I really had no idea what she wanted but it seemed to make her feel good
as I moved my cock in and out of her.  I guess it was just natural instinct
to move my cock in a way that made me feel as good she felt.  Each stroke
made me feel better than the last.

   "Fuck me hard, Harry!" she cried.

   So I did.  I started moving my hips in a fore and back motion that not
only made the sensations more intense for me but made her cry out for more
with each stroke.  Soon I was supporting myself above her and shoving my
dick into her as hard and fast as I possibly could.  As I shoved it in she
moved her hips up to meet my attack only to have my dick drive her ass back
to the ground.  I closed my eyes and and let the motion becomself
perpetuating.  I didn't understand why I felt this way but I knew that it
felt better than anything that I had ever experienced before.  There was a
burning and an urgency in the shaft of my cock that I didn't understand but
that I had to keep satisfying.

   "Fuck me, Harry!" she cried, and as those words entered my ears my cock
and balls reached their breaking point and the sperm spewed from the tiny
piss slit in the end of my cock, slamming hard against her cervix, filling
her cavern with my hot jism.  My muscles reacted to the orgasm and jammed
my cock as deep and hard as possible into her slick pussy.

   "Oh God, Harry.  Shoot it deep!  Fuck me hard, Harry!"

   By now, I didn't even know where I was located in the universe.  The
whole world was spinning around my orgasmic cock.  I shoved it deep into
her pussy until I finally just collapsed on top her, totally spent.  I
involuntarily shoved my cock into her a couple of more times, but all my
life juice had been expended and she was drawing it into her womb with each
pulse of her lusty heart.

   "Oh Harry.  You fuck so good.  Yo dick so big and hard."

   I wasn't really sure what had just happened and didn't really care.  All
I knew was that I had never felt so good in my life.  This lusty, negroid
girl had taken me into another realm of existence, a place that I had never
imagined before, a world that was beyond my previous existence.  I had no
idea what the implications were.  All I knew was that my cock plus a female
equalled indescribable pleasure, a world that I had had only an abstract
impression of before today.

   "God Harry, you fuck me so good." Taneisha's raspy voice brought me back
into the real world.  "You sho got a big dick, boy.  It slammed me good and
deep."

   We lay on the towel and laughed and kissed for a time.  My dick shrank
and loosed itself from her love hole, but after a few minutes of play it
was growing back to its full length.  Once again, I entered her hot, juicy
tunnel and pumped her full of my love juice.  This time it seemed more
natural and I knew how she wanted to be fucked.  I unloaded into her womb
again and felt like I could have fucked her again and again but she said
that she needed to get back home.  Before she dressed she waded back into
the creek and washed her body off with tepid water.  After a couple of
minutes she came back to the bank and toweled herself dry.  I watched as
she dressed.  She gave me one last kiss and headed up the hill to where
Carrie was standing guard for us and they disappeared into the field.  I
could hear Carrie protesting that she wanted to swim more but Taneisha told
her they had to get home.

   I lay there on the towel for a while, reflecting on what had just
happened.  I was totally unprepared for this experience and my mind was
having a hard time understanding all the implications.  When I was ten
years old, the county nurse had come to my school and talked to us about
the differences between boys and girls.  She had mentioned something about
how a boy put his thing into the girl.  Was this what she had been talking
about?  I wasn't sure but Taneisha had surely shown me that there was an
exciting difference between the sexes.

   After some time I went back to Teresa's house and went to my room to
rest up before supper.  John came home and went about his business in the
fields and Teressa prepared our evening meal.  All the time my mind was
replaying all the events of this summer afternoon.

   "Are you okay, Harry," John asked.  "You seem a little.....  distant
today."

   I was surprised that he noticed.  "Yea.  I am okay.  Why?"

   "I don't know.  you just seem different today," he said.

   "No.  I am okay.  Nothing different." I lied.  I could tell that he knew
something was different.

   For the next two days, the summer rains poured from the heavens and I
had no chance to return to the swimming hole.  But on Thursday, the sky was
blue and the July heat had returned.  As usual I planned to go to the
swimming hole after lunch, hoping that Taneisha would return, but this time
Teresa decided to accompany me.  Disappointed is not the word to describe
how I felt about that, but I couldn't think of a good reason for her not to
go with me.  Of course, there was no sign of Taneisha.

   Friday afternoon, I was able to head back to the creek by myself, hoping
that Taneisha would be there for another afternoon of passion, but she
never showed.  I was heartbroken and incredibly horny.  As I lay on the
largest boulder in the creek, I thought about our blissful afternoon
together.  The more I thought about it, the harder my penis became.  I
pulled my trunks down to my thighs and watched as my throbbing member
popped out and upward and lay on my abdomen, the glans lying right in my
navel.  I started to stroke it with my right hand, finding that I could
generate nearly the same wondrous sensations that Taneisha's slick cunt had
provided that day.  I stroked it slowly at first, thinking about her firm
breasts and her hot body.  Those familiar feelings were growing and
growing. I remembered how sweet her kisses were and how she pleaded for me
to shove it in deep and hard and fast.  My hand was moving faster and
faster.  I could feel the blood pulsing through the shaft and my balls were
beginning to ache with pleasure.  Just when I thought I couldn't possibly
feel better the hot jism shot about two feet in the air and came splashing
down on my chest.  I couldn't believe my eyes.  I had no idea what had
really happened the other day.  I didn't know that I had shot my sperm into
her soaked pussy.  Following the first surge of juice, my penis released
another load and then another.  Then the hot juice poured out of the little
piss slit and onto my steadily stroking hand.  It flowed over my fingers
and dripped onto my tight nutsack.  After I had milked out every drop, I
lay on the rock trying to return to reality.

   It was then that I noticed the heat from the sun on my body.  I knew
that I had already gotten a bit of a burn, so I slid off into the water and
returned to the shore.  I lay on the bank trying to sort out all the new
information that I had received in the past few days.  I now knew exactly
why the girls were so interested in boys.  And now I was just as interested
in girls.  Taneisha said that white girls didn't fuck until they were
married.  I wondered if that was true.  Certainly the girls I knew wouldn't
do such a thing.  Or would they?  One thing was for sure, I wasn't the same
person that warm Friday afternoon that I had been on the previous Monday.
My entire view of the world had changed in the span of about half an hour.

   The next day was Saturday and I woke up to the realization that I would
be going back to town today.  Back to my old world, but now even that world
would be different.  About 9 a.m, not long after breakfast, we loaded my
clothes and bike into the trunk of John's 1954 Ford and headed to
Waynesville.  As we rode, John and Teresa chatted about the business of
their lives.  Teresa sat in the middle of the front seat, close to John.  I
could tell that this couple were truly in love.  It occurred to me at that
time that John and Teresa probably had sex too, the same way I had done
with my beloved chocolate skinned seductress.  I stared out the window at
the green pastures and vegetable patches along the road and thinking about
Cindy Marvin and some of the other girls in school.  If only they knew what
a real man I had become they would all be standing in line for my services.
I could hardly wait for school to begin in September.



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