Chapter 8
"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.