Chapter 3
She awoke early the next morning, but lay in bed until she heard her parents get up and go downstairs. She wasn't quite sure that she would be able to face them after what she had seen, but she knew that she would have to say something. She took a long, hot shower, hoping that it would relax her, but she couldn't forget what had happened.
"Good morning, honey," her father called to her as she walked into the breakfast nook, "Did you sleep well with all the noise from the party?"
"Yes, daddy," she answered, avoiding his eyes guiltily, "just fine." She hoped that her parents wouldn't notice that her hands were shaking as she reached for her orange juice, but if they did, they said nothing. She looked up at them and they both seemed to be in good spirits. She thought that they would show some kind of marks, have a certain kind of look after what they both had been through, but they acted as if nothing had happened! If either one had any idea about the activities of the other, they certainly disguised it very well, she thought.
"Sounded as though you had quite a group here last night, didn't you?" she finally asked.
Her mother looked up and said, "Why yes, there must have been about twenty people or so, and boy, did they drink!"
"Yes, I heard some of it," Jenny said innocently, but waiting for her parents' reaction.
"Really," her father answered, "hope it didn't keep you awake."
"I didn't fall asleep until very late actually, about 2 a.m., but I'm not tired." she replied, looking directly at her mother. It had been about midnight when her mother and Mr. Jacobs had been in the other room and she was wondering if her mother would say anything, but she just looked at her and remained silent.
"I thought I heard Mr. Jacobs here," she continued, still looking at her mother. "I can't stand that dirty old man."
"That's hardly a nice thing to say about Henry," her mother blurted out. "he's always been very nice to you, ever since you were just a child. He's very fond of you."
"Yeah, but I wish he'd keep his comments and hands to himself. He's made passes at me since I've been old enough to know what a pass is!"
"Just what do you mean by that, young lady?" her father interrupted.
"You know what I mean, daddy, he's just overly friendly with his hugs and pats!"
Her mother was staring at her, not sure whether or not to say anymore. I bet she's jealous, Jenny thought. It would serve her right!
'You didn't answer my question. He was here, wasn't he?" she insisted.
"Yes, he was," her mother said simply.
"I was sure it was his voice I heard just outside my door. I didn't go out because he was with someone and I could hear her laughing. It didn't sound like his wife. Wonder who it was," she continued, trying to keep a blank look on her face so that her mother wouldn't suspect. She knew that she was making her uneasy, but she deserved it.
"You shouldn't listen to other people's conversations, dear," her mother said, trying to sound patient and sweet, but rather unsuccessfully.
"I wasn't eavesdropping, mother," she went on, "I couldn't very well help but hear, they weren't very quiet. He must be quite a lover!"
"Just what would you know about lovers? her father asked, looking up from the paper.
"Not much, just what I've read or seen in your movies, daddy," she said smiling.
"Yes, your father is quite a lover," her mother said sarcastically. "Quite a lover."
"That woman in your last film, daddy, the brunette with the low, sexy voice, who is she?" she asked.
"That was Lorna Day, Jenny, and she's not all that sexy in real life," he smiled rather uncomfortably.
"Was she here last night, I thought I recognize that fog horn voice of hers too?"
"Well, it seems like you did quite a bit of listening, didn't you?" her mother said sharply.
"Well, I couldn't very well help it. You weren't exactly the quietest group in the world," she answered bitterly. "But I told you, it doesn't matter, I got quite enough sleep anyway. I found what I heard very interesting anyway. Things like that you sort of forget about when you're in a girl's school."
She directed her caustic comment to both her 'mother and father who were now looking at each other, then at Jenny and back at each other, wondering.
"Grown-ups do make fools of themselves from time to time, Jenny," her father said, "When you combine the liquor, lovely women and good music, a few are bound to get loud and out of hand, but there's time enough for you to find out about those things when you're older, quite a bit older," he added.
She knew that her parents suspected she had heard what had gone on behind the closed doors, but neither one had the courage to come right out and ask her, besides if she had heard, they didn't want to know, it would take too much explaining.
"I think Miss Day is very beautiful, don't you daddy?" she continued. "I would love to be like her when I get older. She's just so . . . sooooo, well, you know what I mean."
"Yes, he knows what you mean," her mother answered for him, "but remember, looks aren't everything!"
"She is a fine person, Lisbeth," her father said to her mother, "and a fine actress."
"I thought I heard you going over some lines with her last night, daddy. Is she in your next movie, too?"
She knew that she was embarrassing her parents, but she couldn't help herself. The last thing she wanted to do was to hurt her father, but he had hurt her so much last night when he had made love to that other woman, she didn't know how else to strike back.
"I think we've heard quite enough about your nosiness, Jenny," her father said quietly, "You shouldn't ask so many questions when it doesn't concern you. Now run along."
She pushed her chair away from the table reluctantly and walked toward the back door, glancing back once to see her parents staring at each other, shrugging and wondering what they should do.
She sat on the back steps for several minutes when she saw their chauffeur pull up with her father's car.
"Is daddy going out this morning?" she asked, looking directly into the chauffeurs dark brown eyes.
"No, Miss Rhodes," he said, glancing down at the ground. "I'm just going to wash the car for him."
"Why, Charles," she said, "I hope I didn't embarrass you by staring at you. It's just that I never noticed how handsome you are. You've got quite a strong build and it's always hidden under your uniform. I think I like you better this way."
"Thank you, Miss," he said, not looking up at her, and went to get the hose.
She moved to another spot in the driveway so that she could watch him while he worked.
"You'd better not sit there, Miss," he said, "you might get wet."
"Oh, that's okay. I've got my old clothes on anyway. Besides, I like to watch you." She was smiling at him as she watched the muscles ripple in his strong arms and back as he rubbed the soap and water over the car. His skin was almost as black as the car and seemed to glisten in the sun like polished ebony. He could feel her eyes on him and turned around several times just to be sure, then turned quickly back to his work. She was making him uncomfortable, but she was enjoying it.
The sun was hot where she was sitting so she unbuttoned the first few buttons on her blouse, just low enough to reveal the top cleavage of her fully-rounded, firm, young breasts. The next time the chauffeur turned around, she pretended to be stretching, accentuating the ripeness of her curves and give him a full view of her proudly jutting mounds.
"It's awfully hot here in the sun," she said, moving closer to the car and taking the nozzle of the hose from his hand, letting her body brush against his for just a second.
"Let me take a drink of water," she said, holding the nozzle up to her mouth. She glanced up at him as she bent over to take a drink, knowing that her voluptuous breasts were now falling forward, almost out of her half-brassiere, and that he could see them plainly. As she straightened up and began to hand the hose back to him, she purposely splashed herself with the water, almost soaking her blouse completely. The thin cotton material clung to her body like a second skin and you could see the outline of her sheer, lace brassiere, the sensuous rise of her bosom and the slight darkening of her breasts around her nipples. She knew that she was driving him crazy as he tried to concentrate on the car and ignore her obvious taunting.
He glanced over at her and she was still standing there, her hands on her hips, her full breasts pushing against the wet material and there was a gleam in her eye.
"What are you staring at, Charles?" she asked coyly.
No-no-nothing, miss," he stammered. "You'd better change your clothes before you catch cold."
"But it's so hot out here, I won't catch cold. Think I'll go to the stable and get my horse. It's a gorgeous day for a ride. See you later, handsome," she called to him as she walked hurriedly to the stable.
She could feel that burning sensation building in her loins again, and she knew that she had aroused Charles just by standing there, and brushing against him. She knew that her actions had been brazen, but she just had to find out what it would be like to have a man. He looked so strong, so virile and so capable, and now was as good a time as any to find out what a man would feel like inside her. She could hardly wait to get to the privacy of the stable, the tension that was mounting between her legs and the curiosity that was growing in her young aroused mind had to be satisfied, and there was only one person she knew that she could force to come to her now. Charles, the colored chauffeur! She waited for just a few minutes and looked back up the driveway to see if he was still standing there.
"Charles ... Charles," she called to him. "I need some help with the bridle and saddle, will you help me?"
"I'll get your father," he answered. "I've got to finish washing the car."
"Charles, that's not my father's job. Besides, I want you to help me. Now come on."
Slowly he put down the chamois cloth and turned off the water and walked reluctantly toward the stable.
When he got there he didn't see her right away and her horse was still tied in the stall and not at the mounting block.
"Where are you, Miss Rhodes," he called, "I've got to hurry."
She walked toward him, her blouse now completely unbuttoned and hanging loosely around her shoulders. Her breasts were standing up like two soft, white grapefruits, enclosed only by the thin strip of silken material of her brassiere.
"Ooohh," he said, turning his back. "You better button yo'self up. Yore mama'll get mad if she sees you like that."
"Don't you think I'm pretty." she asked teasingly, letting her fingers trace lightly over the back of his neck and down his smooth, muscular spine.
"Yes, Miss," he stammered, "but you shouldn't be walking around like that. It just ain't right."
"But Charles, you're such a handsome man," she continued. "I thought that we could get to know each other better."
"No ... noooooo, Miss," he said shakily, "I cain't do nothin' like that, yore daddy 'ud kill me."
She walked around in front of him, throwing her firmly rounded breasts forward until they rubbed against his chest. "Please . . . please, Charles, I know you'd like to touch me there," she purred seductively.
He grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her away. "I can't do that, you know that," he said angrily.
She glanced down at his loose fitting work pants and she could see that his aroused manhood was already rising up and down, making a huge bulge in the front of his trousers.
"But I can tell that you want to," she said teasingly, staring down at his erect organ, and letting her fingers touch the bulge lightly.
"Man, I got to get out of here," he said and started for the door, but she caught his arm.
Her voice was no longer pleading and soft, but hard and demanding.
"Charles, unless you play my game my way, I'll run screaming up to the house and tell my parents that you "touched" me while I was alone here, and you know what they'd do to you. Now what do you think of that?" She knew that he had no choice, that there just wasn't a chance for a colored boy if he touched a white girl, so he stopped, frozen to the spot.
"Don't do this to me, miss," he pleaded, his voice quivering with fright.
"I'm not going to hurt you, Charles, I want to be nice to you," she purred, moving closer to him once again.
She took him by the hand and led him to the back of the stable where they stacked the bales of hay for the horses.
"No one can see us back here," she said impatiently, taking her blouse completely off and unzipping the fastening on her skirt. Charles did not move, but she could see his erect penis, pulsing and jerking inside his trousers and she reached out and grasped it firmly.
"God, you're huge," she gasped, not believing what she had felt. "I always heard you colored boys were built like stud horses, but I wasn't sure whether to believe it or not."
She could feel his whole body shudder under her touch, but she didn't let go.
"Don't be so shy," she continued, lowering her voice, "take off your clothes."
She had let her skirt fall to the stable floor and she stood there in front of him dressed in only her sheer, pink panties and scanty lace brassiere. He drew a sharp breath as he stared at her.
"You like me?" she asked challengingly.
"You're beautiful," he said, his breath coming faster now, and she reached down and unzipped the fly of his trousers. She watched him fascinated as the trousers fell to the floor revealing his strong, hairless legs.
"You look like a marvelous black marble statue," she gasped excitedly, reaching out to touch his chest and belly. His shorts did little to hide the fact that he was monstrously endowed and that he was more than ready for her.
She threw herself against his body and begged, "Undress me . . . take me . . . fuck me, Charles, please do it to me!"
The words sounded strange coming from her mouth for she had never said them before, but she wanted to know, had to know, what that wildly churning woman had felt under the flailing body of her father last night. She had to know ... had to know...
"Oh baby . . . ooohhhh Missy," he groaned, falling to his knees in front of her, easing her panties down over her ankles. He began to kiss her ankles, working his way up over her calves, the fleshy inner part of her thighs until he reached the juncture between her legs. She fell back on a bale of hay, her legs spread obscenely wide, so that one was on either side of the bale.
He reached up in back of her, his dark fingers massaging her soft, white skin, and unfastened her brassiere, letting her full, ripe, soft breasts fall free. His hands cupped her luscious mounds in his hands while his tongue licked passionately up the smooth fleshy inside of her open thighs.
"Oooooohhhhh . . . mmmmmm mmmmm," she purred, "yes . . . it feels sooooo good." she groaned as she squirmed her loins under his wet, licking tongue.
She reached down his back and ran her nails roughly over his skin, raising welts on his black flesh.
"Aaaggghhhh," he groaned, "Easy, baby . . . easy."
"Oh, I need it so bad... so bad," she murmured passionately.
His month was sucking on the soft flesh of her thighs and his tongue began to move slowly up toward her throbbing pubic mound. He licked the small knob of her clitoris and sucked noisily while his fingers pried her legs further apart, manipulating the swollen vaginal lips, searching for the thin, pink slit of her vagina.
She was writhing uncontrollably beneath his caress, hardly able to contain her building desire and lust.
"Yes ... yes ... it feels sooo good,' 'she groaned, her voice thick with passion.
She bucked her hips upward to meet his sucking mouth, her arms and legs flailing wildly in the air.
He pulled away from her for just a moment and tugged impatiently at his shorts, having some difficulty getting the elastic over the huge, thick bulge of his erect, pulsing penis. He stood up in front of her, letting her view the monstrous size of his hardened manhood and she took a deep breath.
"Be gentle," she urged, moaning softly, "I've never made love before!"
He gasped and a look of horror came over his face. "No ... no, I can't ... I can't," he rasped. "Yore daddy'll kill me!"
"Yes . . . yes . . . please . . ." she groaned, "I need it so badly." She sat up for just a moment and took his mammoth cock in her hands and began to rub it up and down, watching it, completely fascinated.
Her fingers could barely close around its thickness and she wondered if all men were built so big and strong this way. She hadn't seen her father's penis too clearly last night as he had had it sunk between the other woman's legs but it hadn't seemed nearly so huge and monstrous. A sudden doubt and fear sprang through her confused mind that maybe she had made a mistake, maybe she couldn't take it but it faded almost as quickly as it had begun. She had to take it, she had to be a woman.
And now was the time!
"Oooooo" he moaned and dropped down to his knees, pulling his huge prick from her hands. She lay back against the bale of hay once again, twisting her body and her legs as far apart as they could possibly go, giving him full access to her feverish virginal passage. He moved his body up on hers slowly, letting her feel the hardness and urgency of his prick as it jerked against her legs and belly, his mouth crushing over one breast, biting harshly at her nipple until it stood out erect and throbbing from the maddening wetness of his lips.
"Oooooohhhhh, Uuuuuuuuuggggghhhhh, that hurts ...," she groaned. He pulled away from her for a second, afraid, but she grabbed his head and pulled him back to her body, urging him not to stop.
The raging feeling in her loins was at a fever pitch and she wriggled her hips under him, begging him silently to take her.
He sensed her urgency and her demand and gradually eased his hips between her widespread thighs, his fingers toying with her swollen, damp vaginal lips, pulling them gently apart as he prepared for his initial impalement.
He eased one finger slowly into her tight, virginal passage, feeling the juice of her passion cover his finger, wiggling it harshly, his nails digging into her moist lining.
"You want it," he groaned, hardly able to control his lust and could feel his thick, throbbing penis pry at the tiny opening between her legs and she groaned loudly as she felt the huge, red knob of his manhood slip between her quivering white thighs.
"Aaaaaggggghhhhh," she gasped, "Easy ... it hurts!"
It was all he could do not to ram the entire length of his prick deep into her with one cruel, frantic thrust, but he pushed steadily and slowly until he met the thin, restricting membrane of her maidenhead. She was writhing wildly under him, tears of pain and desire streaming down her cheeks. She could feel his monstrous organ pounding at the barrier and she thought that it would never give way.
"Yes ... yes ... do it... DO IT!" she screamed. "I can't take it any longer."
Her nails dug into his back and urged him forward. With one harsh and furious lunge he sun his hot, pulsing prick deep into her belly, tearing apart mercilessly the virginal membrane guarding the final depths of her tender young womb, "Oooooohhhhh . . . uuuugggghhh," she gasped, trying to catch her breath from the wild, throbbing pain inside her.
She could feel the walls of her vagina clinging possessively around the hardness of his cock and after a few tortured minutes she tried to relax. He lay inside her, buried deep in her womb for several seconds before pulling out and thrusting in again.
"God Missy . . . you're so tight ... so fuckin' tight, what a hot little white pussy you've got." he gasped, as he threw all his weight behind each thrust of his penis.
She could still feel the pain of her open wound, but her desire and need were greater.
"Yes . . . fuck me . . . fuck me hard," she plead? ed. "Do it to me!"
She knew that she was about to cum, she could feel the tight vaginal passage cling and release around his stiff, hot rod, holding it for a second on each cruel plunge.
"You are sooo big in me," she gasped, "It feels so good ... do it... do it!"
"I'm going to fill you with my black sperm," he rasped, delighting on the complete ravaging of her virginal body. "You're never going to want another man!"
i She could hardly catch her breath as he pounded into her, his hips banging harshly against hers, his weight falling heavily on her belly.
"I'm going to cum . . . I'm going to cum," she shouted between gasps. "Fuck me harder."
He could feel the weight in his testicles begin to boil and he knew that he was about to fill her with his hot, liquid sperm so he buried his shaft as deep into her as he could go, feeling his sacs bang against the soft, roundness of her buttocks.
"Yes . . . yes . . . I'm cumming . . . I'm cumming," she whimpered as she felt the floodtide of her emotions break loose and shudder her whole being. At almost the same time she could feel the wild, frenzied contractions of his penis as he jerked his seminal fluid deep into her womb, soaking her completely with his sperm. They rocked together, working their orgasms for what seemed an eternity, until she finally went limp under his weight. He finished his climax, but he still felt huge inside her and her insides felt as though they were on fire.
Slowly he pulled out of her, drops of thick, warm sperm trickling down the inner part of her thigh, clinging possessively to her quivering flesh.
He fell back on his knees, breathing heavily, trying to regain his composure, but not looking up at her.
She reached down and touched his face saying, "Charles, that was wonderful. You made me feel so good."
He couldn't think of anything to say but, "Yes, missy, Thank you," a guilty look of remorse crossing over his face.
She dressed slowly, brushing the hay from her body, hoping that her parents wouldn't be able to tell that she had just become a woman, that now she knew what all the moans and wild cries of passion meant that came from their bedroom. That she knew what it was like to have a man buried deep inside her.
Charles dressed more quickly than she did and walked back outside and returned to washing the car. She ambled up the long walk from the stable to the house, a contented and conquering smile on her face.
That will show them, she thought to herself. Now they don't know anything that I don't. And ... this is just the beginning!