Date: Tue, 21 Jun 2005 01:04:18 -0400 From: Rhonda Weasley Subject: Southern Girl part 2 Summary: Vera gets an unexpected lesson from Helen. Vera knew she shouldn't have been watching, but she was facinated. After seeing her father violently take Helen she had no intrest in ever having a man mount her. But this was different. The black stable hand had his thing burried deep inside a woman and she was clawing his back, but not in an effort to get away. She wanted him inside her. She wanted to feel him. Vera could only conclude the woman juiced well. And she could already feel some wetness building between her own legs watching. But in her excitement to see more she knocked over some tools in the barn and revealed herself. The panicked slaves looked around and found the 15 year old standing akwardly on the other side of the barn. The man had his pants on quickly and the young light skinned girl had re-adjusted her dress, much to her disappointment as she wanted a good look at their parts. Especially the girls large breast. "Sorry Miss," they both said and fled before Vera had a chance to tell them it was okay. It had been an accident finding them engaged in intercourse in the barn, but it was one she was pleased with. Sighing, she headed back up to the house for a bath. Her brother was coming home from school and her parents expected her to be properly dressed for the occassion. Now that she had started her bleeding cycle and the breast and hips had come, her mother had sat her down for a formal discusssion about wifely duties. When Vera said she didn't plan on marrying, her mother looked appauled. But all the young white men she knew were spoiled little brats. And if she had her pick of mates, none of them would be an option. Her mother had assigned her a personal maid servant since she'd outgrown (in her mother's opinion) the ability to play with little black boys without looking like a nigger loving slut. April was a nice enough girl, just nervouse all the time around her. Never able to meet her eyes. She was also quite enamored of Abraham, which Joseph didn't like at all. April was one of few who was able to tell the twin boys apart after only knowing them a few weeks. April was bought from an auction a few months back. A local plantation owner had died without having any heirs and the state sold off his blacks. April had cared personally for her mistress, as had her mother, so she was quite good at things like doing Vera's hair and getting her dressed. On this occassion, she dressed her in a fine blue gown that April much admired. Vera could tell because she spent a lot of time carressing the material. A few times (not meaning to) she had carressed Vera's nipple as she dressed her, causing a nice little shiver through Vera's body. Verna would have prefered not to have it on though. She found she was now far more comfortable in pants, boots, and a nice white collarded top slightly loose that let the cool air hit her chest. Guest arrived and before long her mother had dragged her among them and was shopping her around to available boys. And even though she knew there was no real comparrison to what they went through, she now knew what the blacks felt like when they were up on the auction block being sold. She watch Abraham and Joseph, dressed in white suits, serving the people. She caught each of there faces in turn and they managed to exchange a smile. Their friendship had continued, despite the dangers of her looking like a nigger lover. The boys had grown to be quite tall and lanky, thin, with hardly any body hair. Verna thought they were quite pretty for boys (black or white). She knew there height came from thier mother who was quite a tall woman herself. Verna was disappointed to discover she wasn't growing past her short 5'5". She knew a growth spurt might still come, but her hope for one was dying with each passing day. She hated that she was so short, she wanted to be a tall, powerful and imposing woman like Helen. She was hoping the party affairs would end quickly when she heard a conversation that disturbed her. One of the other slave owners was trying to bargain for the twins. "They be some pretty boys. How much for the pair?" "The ain't for sale," her father said. "Everything bought can be sold," the man said. "They ain't for sale my pa said," Vera protested. "Verna, you don't interupt men's deals," her father said dragging her away. "You can't, not Abraham and Joesph. I can't lose em." "They not your property, they mine. I can sell them if it pleases me." Vera began to cry, finally feeling the powerlessness of being a woman, even a white one. Her father walked away and went back to talking to the man that wanted to buy her best friends. "Mistress Vera," Helen whispered. She was beside the barn and at the time Vera was standing beside it. "Yes," Vera replied. "Come wit me," Helen said. Vera slipped away from the party crowd, crying. Helen took her to her little room behind the kitchen in the house. Vera sat beside her and held onto her. "I love 'em Helen. I love you and them. I can't lose any of you." "I know," Helen said and she kissed her on her forhead, loving her more at this moment than she had all her life. She was crying for her boys afterall. She was so filled up with love for her, she kissed her again. This time on the lips. Then Vera did something unexpected, she pulled the lovely round face closer to her own and forced her tongue deep into the other woman's mouth. She'd seen kissing like this, but only between men and women. Yet right now she wanted to kiss Helen like this. "Would you let me suckle you breast?" Verna asked quite innocently, like there was nothing odd about her request. "Suckle? Big girls like you don't do that." "I've seen the men do it to women. I want to do it to you." "You're not a man. White girls aren't allowed..." "To do anything I've done since I be born, but I did 'em. I did 'em to make me happy." Helen smiled at her and touched her face. "You're going to make me juice again." "I made you juice before." "The last time you kissed me." "Can you teach me what it feels likes. Got to be more than the little bit of dampness I get watching folks." "Who you been watching?" "Mark, in the stables. And Sahara. Sahara has lovely breast, so big and round. Not lil like mine. I wanna... I wanna know, in my own way, before they make me learn there way." Helen pulled the work dress off her round black amazon of a body. She knew she shouldn't be doing this, but she didn't want one of those dirty white men, whichever one Vera was forced to marry, to be the first to pleasure this lovely little angel of a girl. Vera was on the edge of excitement looking at Helen without her clothing for the first time (well the first time she could remember). Her breast were the size of melons. Her body was very thick and round, but firm. She loved her body. Her special place was covered in hairs and it was the item she was most curious about, for she had never explored any but her own. Helen undressed the young girl who had suckled on her breast as a baby. It was odd to her that she was as protective of her as a mother, but at the same time wanted to touch her in the most intimate ways. Vera was happy to help Helen undress her and was pleased to be nude in front of her, though she considered her small breast and short body less impressive. Helen sat on her cot and Vera kneeled before her, suckling on her breast like a newborn at first. But then getting bolder, experimenting with the nipple, teasing it with her thumb and fingers. Helen enjoyed this play and would have let her continue for hours, but Vera was most curious about her lower region. She pushed her legs apart and looked up at Helen to see if it was okay and Helen smiled, not fighting her on her plans. She ran her fingers accross the pussy lips - parting it, loving the stunning contrast of the pink against the very dark skin. "How does it juice," the girl asked. "Play with it, it'll do what you want." Vera explored with her fingers, rubbing, touching. After awhile Helen began to moan. It was a bit damp down there she noticed, but was this the limit? she wondered. She noticed a little something potruding at the hood, it seemed to get more pronouced. She toyed with it between her fingers, which seemed to excite Helen. Then almost by instinct, she wanted to try something new. She put her mouth on the sensative button and sucked it into her mouth. Then she experimented more, licking up and down the slit and sticking her tongue where her father's "thing" had once been. Her gentle oral caress of this area was almost an applogy for the abuse given by her father. Helen was going mad with this delicious tasting and testing. Vera felt her vagina tense before she gushed in the young woman's mouth. Vera hadn't been expecting this to happen, but enjoyed watching it happen. Her curiousity had been quite satisfied. "Come here," Helen said leaning back on her cot and then she instructed the girl to sit on her face. She wanted to make her feel as good as she felt. The scent of her desire was strong and Helen was pleased that she could be the one to make her so warm. Vera toyed with her now very pronounced and excited nipples as Helen's mouth began to lick her slit. She didn't know a tongue down there could feel so good. Far better than her feeble experimentations with her own fingers. The pleasure of it was driving her made. She felt the tongue go inside her and jumped a bit at the shock. It licked up to the hood of the cavern and excited her little love nub. Vera was bucking madly against the older woman's face now, begging for more and more until.... "Ahhhhhhhh....." she screamed as her knees clamped tightly on the older woman's head. And then she felt her own gush, which was incredible. "Wow," Vera said climbing off her face. "Can we do this 'gain?" "We shouldn't," Helen said pulling on her dress. "But I love you little girl, I'll do anything for you." "I love you too Helen," Vera said giving her a kiss. Vera got a wet spongue and washed the young girl down. Then helped her put her dress back on. But Vera went upstairs and shed it before rejoining the party (which was ending). Her mother was quite displeased to see her return in her pants. vera didn't much care what her mother thought. In fact, after her precious moments with Helen she cared even less what the world thought of her. Then she realized, Abraham and Joseph were missing... as was the man who offered to buy them. She looked around in a panic. She'd almost forgotten, how dare she (she scolded herself) and began to search the plantation for the missing boys.