Chapter 3
"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.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh! Oh! Oh! Uhn! Uhn, uhn, ooh, ooh, ooh ... " she moaned.
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.