Chapter 4
The days were at their longest and the nights were at their hottest at the Cockerham Estate. The grounds keepers always kept the lawn freshly mowed and the garden freshly weeded. Behind the house, the Hudson River drifted lazily towards New York Harbor. The air was clean and fresh and there always seemed to be birds chirping in the trees.
Stacy would wake up in the morning, wipe the sleepy bugs from the corners of her eyes and look out the window. She was very happy. She would shower, dress, and go for a walk along the river, perhaps stopping to chat with the groundskeepers who were allowed to fish there if they had finished their chores.
Sometimes young Ronald Cockerham would already be out. Wearing gym shorts and a white tee-shirt, he would shoot baskets at a hoop set up behind the house.
When Stacy would walk by, sometimes dressed only in a skimpy white bikini, he would eye her suspiciously. They very seldom spoke to one another. He knew she was there simply for his father's pleasure.
But he had reached puberty. It was his magic summer. As the summer went on Stacy would notice a bulge in his gym shorts as he stopped dribbling and walked down to the river.
He certainly was his father's son, Stacy would think at those times. He's got a big cock now, imagine what it will be like when he finishes growing!
Stacy thought they were close enough in age so they might have some things in common. She decided she would take her first opportunity to get to know the son of the great poet better.
That opportunity came sooner than she might have expected.
One morning, when she was walking down to look at the river wearing her bathing suit, she thought she heard foot-steps following her. She turned around to see who it was, but the footsteps stopped and she could see no one.
She told herself it was just her imagination and she tried to put it out of her mind. She walked all the way down, at the end putting her hands on the ground and going feet first down the last steep slope to the water.
This was her private little place. The sharp hill behind her and the trees to either side of her, kept her from being seen from any direction. She could be totally alone there in her own private paradise. The river was very wide at that point and boats would go past. She would wave and the men on the boats would wave back.
She looked very cute wearing almost nothing waving hello.
Sometimes she would take off her bathing-suit and sun-bathe nude by the water's edge.
That is what she did on this particular morning. She had taken her suit off and hung it neatly from a low branch, then had stretched out in the grass to catch some rays. Her skin was very dark already and took well to the sun. Each summer she got as brown as a berry. This was the first year she had the chance to tan her bikini line.
She closed, her eyes and listened to the sounds of nature.
She thought of how great her sex life was. Her body was very good to her. She never ran out of orgasms, or got weary of sex the way Sir Paullis did sometimes.
Her sexual thirst was unquenchable.
Thinking these erotic thoughts she began to move her hands over her body. She had totally forgotten about the footsteps she had heard. She was only thinking of her body now, and how in tune it seemed with the natural world around her.
She played with herself frequently and she had gotten very good at it. She could pull herself off in under five minutes if she had to, and she could do it over and over again.
The novelty never wore off.
But on this day she was in no hurry.
She savored each sensation as she touched her breasts, and thought about the way it blended in so smoothly with the feeling she got when she stroked her thigh.
She had no guilt, no shame. She had been taught to love her body and that was exactly what she was doing.
She had her fingers between the outer lips of her cunt and was appreciating how wet they could become when she heard a voice above her.
"Hi there. Whatcha doin'?"
It was Ronald Cocker ham. His white tee-shirt was all sweaty from shooting hoops, and his face was flushed.
Stacy was shocked and embarrassed. She tried to cover her breasts with one arm while covering her pubic bush with the other.
"What are you doing here?" she said. "Were you spying on me?"
"Maybe just a little," he said with a boyish grin. He jumped down the steep incline and was standing next to her. "You know, I don't think my father would like it if he knew you were jacking-off."
"He wouldn't mind. He knows I do it," Stacy bluffed.
"Well what if I go tell him."
"You do that and I'll tell him you tried to rape me," Stacy said.
They had each other over a barrel. It was silently agreed that no one to tell anyone anything.
"Hand me my bathing-suit," Stacy said.
"Why can't I see you naked. I've never seen a woman naked before."
It was then that Stacy noticed that the fronts of Ronald's shorts were sticking out. He had a tremendous erection. Stacy could see no harm in letting him see her nude so she took her arms away from her private parts and let them relax at her sides.
"There," she said. "What do you think?"
"I think you're the prettiest girl I've ever seen. I think I've thought about following you down here every morning since you got here, but I never built up enough nerve until today."
"It's okay," Stacy said with a chummy smile. "It's about time we got to be friends anyway. After all, we are sort of brother and sister."
Ronald fidgeted with the elastic on his shorts. He was embarrassed at the way his hard-on protruded.
Stacy, who had been horny before he showed up, liked the idea that she turned him on.
"There's no need to be embarrassed," she said. "I know how men are."
Ronald smiled gratefully.
"Why don't you take those shorts off and we can both get a tan."
Ronald did not pause to think about it. He pulled off his sneakers and white socks, then ripped off his shorts and jock strap. His cock sighed with relief as he released it from its prison.
"You know, I don't know much about boys your age, I was pretty innocent until I got here and all, but it seems you have a very big prick."
Ronald smiled with pride.
"It's the biggest one in my gym class, and I was the first to grow hair down there."
"I hope you aren't the first to have it fall out," Stacy said and laughed. She was starting to feel more comfortable with the boy and she forgave him for sneaking up on her.
"My father would be mad if he knew I was out here with you like this," Ronald said looking around to make sure they were alone.
"You know very well that he works all night and sleeps all day. He's what you call a nocturnal person."
Ronald was beginning to get a lusty look on his face.
Stacy knew very well what that expression meant. It was a common look that all men got when their libidos had taken over their minds.
It was sort of a glazed over look, like the eyes weren't focusing on anything, or maybe they could focus on only one thing.
"I'll bet you, you never jack off, huh?" Stacy said and she knew she was being a tease. She knew all boys pulled their puds the minute nature gave them the ability to spurt dog water.
"Sure I do. Sometimes I even think about you when I do it. I can hear you and my father sometimes at night, moaning and groaning and making a fuss, and my little pecker stands up until I have to pull it till it squirts. It's not that I want to do it. I have to. It's the only way I could ever get to sleep. I pretend I am my father and I am, uh, making love to you."
"You pretend you are fucking me?" Stacy said, now leaning towards him a little. "Why Ronald Cockerham, you certainly know how to flatter a girl. How would you like it if you didn't have to pretend anymore. If you could fuck me for real."
Stacy thought the boy was going to faint. She could tell the thought made him nervous.
The boy's mind began to race. He couldn't imagine his good fortune. He had followed her just to get a chance to talk to her and now this!
"I guess that would be nice," he said, trying to keep his cool, but the excitement made his words catch a little in his throat.
"Come here," Stacy said gesturing.
She touched his cock. She made her thumb and fore-finger into a circle and. slipped it over the end of his stiff prick.
"Is this how you do it?" she asked. "Is this how you make it spurt?"
He could hardly speak.
"Uh huh," he managed.
Ronald was still too shy to touch her.
"Lie down next to me and be my lover," Stacy said.
Ronald moved like a zombie. He could feel it wouldn't take much to make him come and he was embarrassed thinking he might not be able to please her.
"You know, Ronald, I've read a few books and I know something about men your age. I read that you are approaching your sexual peak while I have years to go before I get to mine. I'll bet you come very quickly and often. It's the often part that is important. How would you like it if I sucked on your cock until it spurted the first time, then you can fuck me the second time?"
Ronald relaxed when she said that. He began to feel comfortable with his new-found sexuality. He built up his courage once more and kissed Stacy on the cheek. It may seem like a trite move considering they were lying next to each other naked, but it was a major step for him.
Stacy turned her head so he could kiss her on the mouth.
"Have you ever kissed a girl before?" she asked, looking into his eyes and watching the fear drain from them.
"Yes, sure, thousands of times," he said cocking his head to one side.
Stacy did not believe him. She could tell he was lying. "Really?"
"No," Ronald confessed. "I did kiss a girl once but I don't think she liked it. She made a face and went running away."
"I don't think she was very smart," Stacy said, trying to boost his ego. "I bet you I would like it very much."
Ronald took his cue and kissed her on the lips. He kept his mouth closed and smacked when he pulled his lips away.
"See, that wasn't so bad," Stacy said.
Ronald smiled, and looked away, blushing.
"You know Ronald, I know even a better way to-kiss."
"What?"
"If you open your mouth when you kiss we can touch our tongues together."
"You mean French kissing?"
"Good, you've heard of it. Would you like to try it?"
Ronald didn't say anything, he just tilted his head forward and parted his lips.
Stacy's tongue was sticking out of her mouth a little as she pressed her lips on his. She could feel his virgin tongue poke out of his mouth and touch hers. He did it very gently. The thought of giving Ronald his first real kiss excited Stacy very much. She enjoyed the role of teacher and Ronald seemed to be enjoying the role of student too.
"Now lay on your back and relax," Stacy said. "And I'll show you what I do to your father."
Ronald sprawled out on the ground. Her soothing voice sent little chills up and down his body. He was ready for whatever she wanted to do.
The second she had first touched his cock he knew it was going to be nothing like jacking-off.
When another person touches your cock, Ronald thought to himself, it feels a lot better than when you touch yourself.
Stacy ran her hands over the flat plain of Ronald's belly and spoke to him in a low whispery voice. "You have a fine body. An athlete's body. You make the juices in my cunt start to flow when I see your stiff cock sticking straight up in the air like that. I want you to ram it in me and keep ramming it."
Stacy's voice was having an effect on Ronald. His hips were starting to squirm around in circles.
"Try to lie still and just enjoy the feelings," Stacy said.
Ronald tried to keep perfectly still but his hips kept moving against his will as if he was fucking her already.
Stacy moved so that her head was by Ronald's feet. She kissed each of his toes, then sucked on the big toe on each foot. She kissed his ankles and his calves, while rubbing his thighs and knees with her hands. Then she moved up his body and kissed his thighs.
Ronald was squirming quite a bit now and he was muttering small pleading words that Stacy couldn't understand. But she didn't have to understand the words to know what he meant. He wanted her to suck his cock.
Stacy was content to love him slowly, as his father loved her. She held her mouth very close to his balls so he could feel the hot breath on them. Then she lifted the balls with her hand and held them in her palm. She bent down and kissed the sack, sucking on each ball gently. They were like tiny eggs that cracked easily.
Ronald was starting to groan loud, but Stacy figured they were far enough from the house so no one would hear.
"Be still," she said, and ran her tongue of the length of the shaft of his cock, sticking the tip of her tongue on the little hole where the come came out. She could tell by the way his body jerked when she did this, that he was very close to orgasm. She knew she couldn't keep him like that for too long or she would get spurted all over the face.
With one fluid motion she put her open mouth over the head of his rod and took it all into her throat. She had gotten very good at this and could do it with no discomfort.
Ronald let out a scream, and one would have thought that he was being tortured. But it was ecstasy that made him scream, not pain.
Stacy only had to thrust down on his tool twice before he shot his wad.
She swallowed it all then licked him clean.
Ronald's body relaxed and the two young people smiled at each other.
"Did you like that?" Stacy asked, already knowing what the answer would be. Her honey pot was swollen and dripping now, and she couldn't wait for his young prick to perk up its head again.
He nodded up and down.
"I never imagined when I jacked-off how good real sex was," Ronald said. "Will it be long before I can fuck you?"
"Not very long," Stacy said. "You should be able to go at it in about five minutes. Until then, why don't you lick my cunt."
Ronald's eyes showed a small twinge of panic. He had no idea how to go about licking a cunt. He was afraid he would do it wrong. But he wanted to do it very much. He wanted to know what it smelled and tasted like.
"Don't worry," Stacy said, once again reading his troubled mind. "I'll show you how. I'll bet you can do it perfectly."
Stacy rolled over on her back and spread her legs wide.
Ronald got his first look at the inside of a cunt. He had never imagined it would be so complicated. He had figured it was just a hole. Even the pictures of naked women he had seen in dirty magazines had touched up their photos so he could see the detail inside the pussy. There were all sorts of pink flaps of flesh that he didn't know were there.
"What do you think of my cunt?" Stack said, running her hands down the sides of her body, and sighing.
"I think it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, but I'm not sure where to begin."
"You see that little bump sticking out of the top?"
Ronald nodded.
"That is my clitoris. It is the center of all my sexual pleasure."
Ronald reached out with his hand and put his finger on Stacy's clit.
But he touched it a little too hard and Stacy winced. He recoiled back, thinking he had seriously hurt her.
"Don't worry," Stacy said. "It's just that I am very sensitive there, and you have to be gentle."
Ronald tried it again, touching her very softly this time, wiggling the tip of his finger around in a circle. He could see by the way she shut her eyes and starting breathing hard that she was enjoying it very much. He was pleased with himself.
"That's the way," she said. "You are a natural. Just move your finger around in a circle."
Ronald knew what she wanted him to do. He lay on his belly flat on the ground and touched her clit with the tip of his tongue.
Stacy shivered.
Ronald began to lick her entire cunt with broad flat strokes of his tongue. He was feeling more confident now that he saw he was giving her pleasure.
"Ooooh, that's good, Ronald," Stacy said. "That's very good."
Ronald searched around with his tongue, until he found the hole where his cock would go, and he stuck his tongue as far into it as he could.
Stacy's groans were making Ronald's prick get stiff again. He had always jacked-off and gone straight to sleep. He didn't know he could have more than one orgasm in a day. But now he could feel the ache in his balls where the come was stirring and he knew he would have no trouble fucking her.
"Now put your mouth over the clit and suck on it!" Stacy said, her voice shrill and excited with passion.
Ronald opened his lips and placed them snugly over her pink love knob. He sucked the clit, and the little circle of flesh around it, up into his mouth. He could tell that her feelings were as good as his.
He could tell by the way her body was straining, and her back was arching, that she was going to have an orgasm just like his. Well, maybe not exactly the same, but equally as powerful.
Stacy let out her own scream of pleasure as her pussy convulsed.
Ronald wondered if he had been that loud when he came. He could hear the sound of her come bouncing off the trees and coming back at him.
Ronald was very proud of himself. He had made a girl come the first time he had ever tried. And it wasn't just any girl, it was the prettiest girl he had ever seen.
It was his father's lover.
This all added to his excitement. His cock was fully stiff now and he was ready to fuck.
He didn't wait for instructions this time. He needed no teacher. Instincts told him how to fuck. He lunged on top of Stacy and stuck his prick directly into her honey pot.
She let out a gasp of air as he entered her. It was as if he had knocked the wind out of her by filling her cunt.
The young boy did not know enough to start slowly and then pick up the pace. He fucked as hard as he could from the very start.
It didn't make any difference to Stacy. She came again almost immediately, and dug her nails into his back.
Ronald could not feel her nails digging into his back. All he could feel was how warm and soft and wet and wonderful her tunnel of love was, and how it was so perfectly suited to hold a man's cock. He rammed it up and in, enjoying the feeling he got as the muscles inside her pussy grabbed him like her mouth had. It was as if there were thousands of fingers inside her cunt, all playing with the shaft of his tool at the same time.
Stacy's mouth was open as if she was screaming but no sound came out. She bit Ronald on the shoulder, but not hard enough to draw blood.
Stacy was on the verge of her third orgasm when she heard Ronald begin to grunt furiously. She knew she could time it so they came together.
Ronald had not thought anything could surpass the feeling he had known when he came in Stacy's mouth, but he could tell by the tension that was building up in his loins that this orgasm was going to be the biggest one of his life.
And why shouldn't he have a big one? After all he was losing his cursed virginity. He couldn't wait to tell his friends that he had gotten laid so he could answer all there questions about what it was like as if he was the expert.
"I'm going to come!" Ronald screamed in Stacy's ear.
"I know," Stacy said. "Just ride with it. Let it flow."
And Ronald let it flow. The come exploded out of the end of his cock. Stacy pressed her hips tight against the boys as the third and fourth wave of come was shot up into her.
They lay there together in bliss.
Then something happened that scared the shit out of them.
Ronald heard his father calling for him in the backyard. They could hear Sir Paullis bouncing the basketball near the hoop then throw it aside.
"Where did that damn boy go?" they could hear Sir Paullis mutter. He continued to call out and Stacy and Ronald could tell he was getting closer.
Stacy wondered what would be the best thing to do. Should they scurry around and put their clothes on as fast as they could and pretend they were just talking or should they be as quiet as possible and hope they wouldn't be found. Stacy knew the first plan wouldn't work. Sir Paullis knew very well the flush that took Stacy's face after she had just had sex, and he would see it immediately. They would have to lie still.
But as fate would have it, going down to the river was the first place Sir Paullis Cockerham decided to look. He had woken up early, after only a couple hours of sleep. He didn't know exactly why. Maybe it was because it was such a beautiful day and he didn't want to sleep through it. He was going to find Ronald and ask him if he wanted to go fishing. It would be a peaceful day, just father and son.
When Sir Paullis got to the edge of the little hill that went down to the water's edge, he stopped and looked out at the river.
He inhaled the air through his nose and savored the smell of nature.
Stacy and Ronald held their breaths, trying to be totally silent.
They knew that Sir Paullis was only a few feet away.
Stacy saw a flat rock fly over her and skip seven times in the water.
"Ronald!" Sir Paullis called once again. Getting no answer he decided to go down to the very edge of the water and see if the pollution from a factory upstream had caused algae to grow.
And what he saw made his face turn beet red with anger.
Ronald was lying on top of Stacy, his limp cock still inside her.
"Hi Dad," Ronald said.
Sir Paullis went nuts.
He leaped down the little incline and grabbed his son by the hair, pulling Ronald's body to a standing position.
Stacy remembered Marlene's warning about Sir Paullis' temper. She didn't know what to expect and she was afraid. She was still holding her breath, but no longer because she wanted to be quiet. She was petrified.
Sir Paullis was so angry that when he spoke real sentences did not come out. Instead he spoke lines of poetry.
"Sitting on your velvet throne I saw you older!" He screamed smacking Ronald across the ear. "It shouldn't be so easy should it! It shouldn't be so sleazy should it!"
Sir Paullis seemed to realize at that point that he wasn't making any sense. He wasn't making much sense anyway.
"Get your ass in the house and get ready for THE BELT!" he screamed at Ronald.