Chapter 2

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.