The Incredible Journey of Thomas Johnson

 

Copyright© 2017 – Nicholas Hall

 

Chapter Twenty

 

"Certainly nothing is unnatural that is not physically impossible."

(Richard B. Sheridan)

 

The Beekeeper

Chapman and I walked from the accounting office to the carriage where Benjie, Henri, Jubal, Antoine, Jefferson and a stranger, a red-headed young man, relatively dirty, dressed in unkempt almost thread-bare shirt and pants, sitting next to Jefferson on the driver's seat of the carriage. I looked at Chapman, perplexed by our new passenger, he sort of shrugged his ignorance of what was going on, climbed into one of the rear seats, and eased his bulk up against Jubal. I packed the ledger books in a canvas bag, secured it under the driver's seat, under me, and climbed up on the seat next to the red-haired lad, now between Jefferson and me.

"This is Mr. Jeansonne," Jefferson said introducing me, "and the other gentleman sitting next to Jubal is Mr. Chapman, the owner of Chapman Farms and who we work for."

While Jefferson announced my name, I saw the red-head's right arm and hand make a slight movement, almost imperceptible to most people, and Jefferson's eyes flicked surprise for just a moment and quickly calmed.

"And you are?" I inquired of our new passenger.

"Colin Hanrahan," he answered, looking at me very carefully and warily, I might add, and offered no more. I merely nodded, figuring if he was going to be our companion, and there was no doubt in my mind he wasn't going to be, since it was apparent he wasn't about to leave Jefferson's side, I'd have some opportunity to quiz him at greater length and discover how he came to join us.

"Mr. Chapman will want to stop at the bank again, Jefferson," I said with a smile.

Jefferson gave me that "we already did that once" look, and I nodded back with a grin he was correct, so he shrugged, raised his eyebrows in mild dismay, gave the reins a flick, and we headed for the bank. Mr. Chapman and I were not long in the bank, just long enough to instruct the banker to redeem the two drafts as soon as possible and deposit the proceeds in Mr. Chapman's accounts.

"Some time in the next couple of weeks," Chapman confided in me as we walked back to the carriage, "I'd like to withdraw some more cash. I saw some property for sale in Illinois I'd like to see about purchasing. I do wish we had someone to check on it for me."

"Oh, we do," I announced confidently and gave him a quick rundown on Lieutenant James Andrews, soon to be late of his governments service, a teacher, and world traveler who was interested in working for us. In fact, I informed him, I'd already made him an offer when his enlistment was up in less than two months.

"Sounds promising," Chapman stated and nodded his approval for my actions. "Since Brinby is no longer my agent because he died and we won't deal with those thieving partners of his, it'll be nice having our own person living and working with us. Could make it a very profitable enterprise, yes?"

I agreed and was going to comment some more when Chapman interrupted me; "Jefferson, stop at the first decent looking eating house you see, please. I'm hungry and I'm certain everyone else is as well."

Jefferson did as he was instructed and I hopped down, went inside and ordered roast beef sandwiches, slices of cheese, and enough apple pie for all of us (I ended up buying two pies and enough sandwiches so Jefferson, Colin, and the other four boys each had two apiece). I bought a couple of jugs, about two gallons, of draft beer to quench our thirst. I wasn't all that trustworthy of the water, but I figured the alcohol in the beer would kill any bugs in it. The proprietor saw me coming though; I paid a pretty penny for the tin cups I had to buy so we could drink the beer, but the food was great and plentiful!

I handled the team while Jefferson and Colin ate their meal. Chapman and the boys visited as they ate. He was certainly enjoying himself. It was good for him to be with the boys. Heaven knows he has little opportunity to do so now Chapmans Corner and Farm is growing. There's a great deal to do and we both know it.

I kept glancing at our new arrival as we traveled along; noting he did need a bath desperately. Colin Hanrahan was cute beyond all accord and, if I wasn't mistaken by the way Jefferson grinned and touched him at every opportunity and the way Colin looked back in the same manner, they were totally smitten with each other; even if Colin was a common thief; well not common like breaking and entering, that type, but, come to think of it, more uncommon, an uncommonly good pickpocket! He'd slipped something into Jefferson's pants pocket as I was being introduced, either in hopes of concealing whatever it was he previously had or at least hoping not to be caught with it! A good "dipper," and I now had every reason to believe he was, never carried, not for long that is. If he or she could pass the goods to another party without causing suspicion, all the better; if not drop the purse or wallet, keep the cash, and walk, don't run, slowly, confidently away! Oh, yes, I'd seen some damn fine examples of finger work when I younger, envying them, but still not wanting to learn how; that was a long, slow, patience-trying process!

There was a boy, a teen probably Colin's age or older, in one of my foster homes who, preferring to "dip" rather than fuck for cash, picked pockets and did it quite well! He never carried either, except for the cash in the wallets (never credit cards- too difficult to use when you're young) which he stuffed in his briefs, snugged up against his balls and cock. He claimed if someone accused him of theft and wanted to check him, most were hesitant to "feel around my balls and cock hunting for money. I think they were afraid I'd scream rape!" He was right about that; the nasty little bastard would!

Jefferson and Colin finished their lunch, I handed the reins back to Jefferson, and began eating my own. I thought now would be a good time to casually quiz Colin, but the little shit leaned his head up against Jefferson's shoulder and side and fell asleep! Looking him over, seemingly content up against Jefferson, I couldn't help but wonder what else he could do? He might just become a permanent member of our family, if Jefferson had his way about it I thought and just talent as a pickpocket was not that high in demand on the farm, although there may be times it'd be useful to have someone around with that skill!

There wasn't much opportunity to quiz young Colin while he slept, obviously, so I visited with Jefferson concerning how he came to be with us. Jefferson related the story of the attempted rape in the alleyway and how he'd chased them off with a shotgun. Although the story did sound plausible, the attempted rape that is, since Colin was an attractive, slim, comely lad and, in my eyes, was entirely a fuckable piece of boyhood, somehow, it just didn't ring true! Why would two men, such as Jefferson described them, decide to fuck a young teen such as Colin, in broad daylight unless something or someone provoked them? There was much to consider with young Colin and I was not quite ready to place as much trust in him as Jefferson seemed to!

Daylight was fading into dusk when we arrived at Chapman's Farm. We were greeted warmly by Celeste and Hannibal Doucet, both quite happy to see us, especially the little boys and Jubal; anxious to hear of their adventures and the boys, at least Henri and Benjie, were just bubbling with excitement, hardly able to contain themselves. I was surprised to find Captain Randolph there as well.

He greeted with a salute, which I returned; "Mr. Jeansonne, I hope your journey was without incident?"

I assured him it had been uneventful, but watched, from the corner of my eye, Colin's reaction to our interchange. His eyes were narrowed, taking it all in, assessing my position, the Captain's, and perhaps even his own. Captain Randolph had been going over the plans for extending both hot and cold water to the main house with Hannibal and Hiram and was quite satisfied with the progress, expecting the work to be completed within two weeks or so if the men had the time to work on it. I thanked him and returned his salute when he mounted to ride off.

No sooner had he left than Lt. Andrews and Caleb came from the shower house. Lt. Andrews was in uniform, with a wet head I might add, and both men looked happy. He also greeted me with a salute, which I returned, and Colin really, really took notice of! If he hadn't been convinced of my importance and tie to the army before, he was now, and suddenly became cautious around me! "Hah," I thought to myself, "you're not the only one around here capable of pulling a con or keeping a secret!"

I asked Caleb if he'd make certain the hot water boiler was fired up since we all needed baths (especially our new arrival). We unloaded our bags and I introduced Colin to the Doucets, Caleb, and Lt. Andrews. Amid all of the jostling and hugging, I kept a wary eye on Colin.

"You boys get your clothes to your rooms," Celeste said joyfully, "and after you're scrubbed clean, I'll have some supper for you and you can tell me all about your trip."

"Celeste, do you think you might be able to find some clean clothes for our visitor?" I asked.

She looked him over carefully and finally said, "He's bigger than Jubal, but not much, and smaller than you, but not much, but there may be some clothes in the cupboards. I'll have Jubal bring them to the bath house."

Mr. Chapman opted to have his bath in the main house, so Celeste asked Caleb to see if Absalom and Antoine would haul some hot water over there for him. As Chapman, sighed from weariness and turned to leave, I quietly said, "Mr. Chapman, you've dropped your wallet," and as he reached for the now empty pocket, I quickly added, "It's a good thing Colin spotted it and picked it up."

I then turned to Colin and with knowing smile, said, "Thank you Colin; would you please return it Mr. Chapman?" and then in such soft voice only he and Jefferson could hear, "With all of the money still inside- understood?"

Colin, quicker than a jack-rabbit chased by a coyote, handed over the wallet, cash and all. When Chapman tried to offer him a small reward, I turned it down for him. Colin accepted Mr. Chapman's thanks instead, thankful, I think I didn't nail him for picking the wallet from Chapman in the first place. Jefferson grabbed my valise while I gathered up the canvas bag containing the ledger books and the leather bag containing the considerable amount of cash we'd withdrawn from the bank. I'd kept it well secured since I didn't want our little thief to get his grubby hands on it!

"Now," I announced authoritatively, but quietly, "You, Colin, are going to accompany Jefferson and me to my office first, where you will wait while I put some things away and then to my room where we're going to have a little chat!"

Jefferson was visibly saddened by my mistrust of his new friend and the harshness of my rhetoric, but I had to establish myself as an authority figure in the Chapman house and farm and give Colin every reason to not only fear the consequences of his actions should I become displeased, but also build trust for my judgement and leadership!

Once in my office, I instructed Colin to wait with Jefferson while I took the leather bag to Chapman's study, leaving the ledger books on my desk for review in the morning. I wasn't about to announce I was putting anything in the safe, not quite yet. Turning, as I was leaving my office, I said, "Oh, by the way, Jefferson, would you please get my change purse from Colin before he loses it? Thank you!" and left the office.

Jefferson, when I returned, had the change purse, Colin looked embarrassed and frightened, but instead blurted out an apology, swearing he was very sorry and, upon his mother's grave, never do it again!

"You won't send me to some government prison, will you?" he begged. "Jefferson said you was some government man and the way those army guys saluted you, you must a been some powerful fellow during the war. Please don't," he pleaded, tears running down his face.

"We'll talk about that upstairs!" I said, leading them up to my room.

After entering, I stripped off my jacket, revealing my holstered pistol which Colin took full measure of; showing a face apparently fully cognizant of the damage such a weapon could do if unleashed!

"Don't fake being so surprised, Colin," I stated, "you knew it was there from the moment I climbed up on the carriage seat." I paused, for dramatic effect, "What you didn't know was what was in my pants pocket since you failed at dipping it, was this!" and I pulled out the switch blade knife and flipped it open!

"So sharp," I said menacingly, "it could take your balls off before you would even know they were gone!"

Now that really got his attention!

Jefferson never said a word, but did reach forward and put his arm around Colin in a sort of protective manner!

"Now, Colin," I instructed, "get that stash back from Jefferson you passed to him on the carriage and tell me where and when you got it!"

Colin's shoulders sagged, Jefferson handed him a roll of greenbacks, and he handed it to me!

"Those two rough-cut boys were going to fuck you as punishment because you stole from them, right?"

He nodded! "Yeah, I got caught! They took it back and decided I'd be a nice little ride, but Jefferson stopped them." Colin grinned, "While they were busy watching the end of that shotgun, I took it back!"

There was about fifty bucks in the wad and I was willing to bet those two, as described to me by Jefferson, didn't earn it by working in the fields. More than likely they did something a bit more dodgy for it, but who was I to say. Lifting my shoulders in question, I handed it back to Colin.

"It's yours, but I need to know right now," I said with firmness while I waggled the knife blade back and forth in front of him, "I have your word you'll not pick a pocket or steal from anyone in this community or elsewhere, unless I specifically tell you to, understand? Because if I don't have that promise, you're going to my friends in the army!"

Colin damned near turned himself inside out as he nodded his head in agreement, watching that knife blade like a cobra watches the flute of a snake charmer!

"Now, we're going to shower and while we walk and while we bathe, you're going to tell me how you learned the little art of dexterity with your fingers and why you're using it to stay alive, and, I might add, whether you're a run-away or an orphan!"

"I came along a little late in life," Colin began as we walked. "Ma and Pa never said why they left Boston and moved to Pennsylvania, although I strongly suspect it had to do with what my Poppa taught me. It was from him I learned, early on, how to work a crowd and lift a wallet or two, although we never did it! He said it might come in handy some day and we spent hours, when not working, practicing. He said I was one of the best he'd ever seen."

Colin's Irish father, black hair, blue eyes, and a fun loving guy, loved Colin's Momma dearly. She was red-headed (which Colin inherited) and came from a more refined, well-educated back east family he thought. She taught him to read, write, and cipher and how to play the piano.

At the shower house, we stepped inside and began stripping off our clothes. Colin watch us closely, especially when Jefferson dropped his britches and his flaccid, long, thick, un-cut man-piece flopped down over his large, low-hung gonads! I dropped my pants and, although not as impressive as Jefferson, it must have met Colin's approval since he just had to look and smile as well!

"You gonna shower with your clothes on?" Jefferson asked jokingly.

Colin slowly shook his head, still staring at Jefferson's naked body and what dangled between his legs, and began disrobing. Naked, his average sized uncut cock nestled in a red pubic bush, started to plump a little as we walked into the shower area. Henri, Benjie, and Jubal were just finishing. Henri and Benjie were hard as ten penny nails, their boy dicks pointing almost straight up. They giggled when they saw us. Of course, both boys just had to give me a couple of tugs as they skittered by, bringing a look of disbelieve from Colin and more stiffening to his own rod!

"We have to hurry," Benjie pleaded, "Momma Doucet wants to hear all about our trip."

"Dry well and put some clothes on," I admonished.

As Jubal walked by, he smiled and asked, "Benjie and Henri said I could use their room tonight; okay?"

Of course it was okay; those boys would be snuggled up with me all night so their bed would be available. Evidently, Jubal had some sort of homecoming party arranged, but I didn't have a clue who with.

Jefferson picked up a wash cloth and a chunk of soap, took Colin by the hand, and led him under a shower nozzle. Before he pulled the chain, bringing hot water cascading over them both, I heard him say gently, "Beautiful; you're the most beautiful person I ever saw," and leaned forward, placing his lips on Colin's, wrapped his arms around him, and kissed him passionately! Colin responded, hesitating not for one moment! Jefferson pulled away, his cock hard, sticking straight out in front of him, turned Colin around so he was facing away, and began slowly, sensuously washing his long hair. Colin's hair, once cleaned of accumulated grime, was as red as fire and just as lovely as the bush at the base of his now very erect cock, curving from his body, but pointing straight north! Jefferson paid the same meticulous care to that area of Colin's anatomy as he had the other head! However, a special, careful cleansing of Colin's butt and cleavage was under taken as well. If Colin didn't know it by now, he was going to be impaled by that blessedly big prod of Jefferson's before the night was over, and probably more than once!

Colin reached behind his back, wrapped a hand around what was prodding him in the lower back as Jefferson scrubbed him and asked, "Does everyone around here have a cock the size of a donkey's?"

I laughed and so did Jefferson; "No one has one bigger than Jefferson, but all of the Doucet men are pretty well equipped, if that's what you mean?"

"How about you?"

"I'm recently a stranger to here, but now in the employ of Mr. Chapman, and you'll notice, I'm not nearly as big as some of the others, but I do admit, I'm a little above average in that department."

Jefferson reached around, secured Colin's stiffness in his hand and said softly, "This is just right and most magnificent as far as I'm concerned!"

Colin, once washed, returned the favor to Jefferson, although Jefferson did have to lean his head down so it could be washed. I was fearful, if they scrubbed each other too vigorously when they reached their netherlands, there just might be a sticky mess to wash down the drain and out into the drain field. As we dried, Jefferson asked Colin how old he was.

"Fifteen but I'll be sixteen in December."

The clothes Celeste selected would've fit me, which gave me cause to wonder if she figured Colin just might grow or if these were extras of mine she had down in the laundry, clean and ready to send to my room. It made no difference to me; the pants and shirt were a little big, but neither Colin nor I were very big people!

Celeste had a fine meal ready for us. Henri, Benjie, Antoine, and Jubal were almost done, chattering away about the trip. Finishing, Celeste told them to scoot; "I want to talk to our new arrival."

She cut right to the chase; "Where are your folks? What did your daddy do for a living?"

It was then we heard the sad story of the Hanrahan Family. Diana and Sean Hanrahan, according to Colin, moved to Southern Pennsylvania where his daddy worked as a bee keeper, making and tending hives of honey bees; selling the honey and the wax as well, which was used for candles and other purposes. During the winter, his daddy worked as a carpenter and furniture maker, skills he also taught his son. Colin was taught to read, write, and cipher, as well as play the piano by his mother (which Jefferson and I already knew from our previous conversation) and also learned the furniture making trade. Colin conveniently left out his highly developed skills at relieving others of their valuables.

All was well until a fateful day in1862 when a Confederate raiding party happen-chanced upon the family farm. His father, seeing the menacing troops coming toward the farm, quickly ordered his wife and son to hide in the copse of trees behind the bee hives. He fought valiantly in his attempt to defend his home and family, but it was to no avail. The superior force overwhelmed him with a fury, killing him in a hail of bullets after he successfully unseated their commanding officer with a ball between the eyes, setting the troopers into a rage. Seeing her husband fall, Diana Hanrahan ordered Colin to stay hidden and raced out to her fallen spouse. The troopers, still outraged at losing their commanding officer, mistook her intentions and killed her as well!

Young Caleb, twelve years old and now an orphan, was left on his own. Neighbors cared for him for a while, but as the war intensified, they too were strained and so, for the better part of the past two years, Colin was on his own. Celeste asked how he lived.

"Oh, by doing odd jobs, picking up enough here and there as the opportunity presented itself and hiring out to those in need!" was all he said, but I didn't need any further explanation; it was clear to me he'd picked pockets and dropped his britches, presenting that pert little ass to those who would pay and give him a place to stay!

"How did you end up in Keokuk?" was Celeste's next question.

"A farmer and his wife let me travel with them from Indiana to there in exchange for me helping with the stock, making camp, and other chores. The food was good, I had a place to sleep, and was traveling west. They dropped me off about three weeks ago, I think it was."

Hannibal had been sitting quietly listening to the tale. I was certain he knew how the boy might have survived, but I was betting the only two who knew of his skills with his fingers, other than Colin himself, was Jefferson and me and I intended on keeping it that way.

"You know," Hannibal finally said, entering the conversation, "it appears my son, Jefferson is quite taken with you and I think we could use a beekeeper and some help in the carpentry shop, don't you think so, Mr. Jeansonne?"

I quickly agreed and said we'd add him to our payroll and give him a try. You bet, I'd give him a try, that is if Jefferson would share him every now and then. I also could see other talents he might possess we could use, including his finger skills. He was fairly well educated for the times and seemed bright enough to develop intellectually. Young Colin just might prove to more of an asset to the Farm then we realized now!

After we ate, the three of us walked over to the main house and up to my bedroom. Benjie and Henri were already naked and stretched out in my bed, waiting for me. Jefferson, Colin, and I stripped; Jefferson's penis began to fill out to its full and healthy size. The only time Colin's eyes left that beauty was when I lubed my own member with Celeste's special lotion and smeared some into and around Benjie's sweet little pucker. When I stretched Benjie onto his back, lifted his legs so his ankles were on my shoulders, and nudged my cock up against that warm, inviting tunnel of his, Colin said, open-mouthed,

"Are you certain that'll fit in there? He looks mighty small to me!"

Benjie just giggled and pulled me slowly forward until I was balls deep in his cleft, my prick up his bowels.

"Amazing!" muttered Colin.

Jefferson tossed a heavy quilt on the floor and invited Colin to lay down on it, face up, legs spread, knees up, opening his rosebud for Jefferson; a look of concern on his face as Jefferson lubed up not only his prick, but Colin's pucker as well. It was going to happen, there was no doubt about it, especially when Jefferson lifted Colin's legs up and anchored his ankles on his shoulders. The lighter colored, bulbuous cockhead at the end of Jefferson's shaft, was unsheathed and dripping copious amounts of pre-cum, ready to aid in the lubrication of the most holy of holy places Jefferson could think of! Jefferson poked forward, nudging the wrinkled orifice which would soon receive him.

"Nothing that big is every going to fit up my small ass!" muttered Colin. "No one's ass can stretch that much!"

"Want a bet!" chimed in Henri, who'd stopped watching me fuck Benjie, and was being entertained by Jefferson and Colin.

Jefferson kept poking forward, wiggling back and forth, trying to gain purchase into where he wanted to be. Just as Colin sighed, whether from frustration or weariness I'm not certain, and relaxed, Jefferson shoved forward, lodging the head of his cock inside Colin's sphincter, causing it to tighten and secure Jefferson in place. It wasn't what Colin expected as his face screwed up in obvious pain and discomfort, his lower bowel suddenly, but only partially invaded by something the girth of a shovel handle, albeit not quite as long. Jefferson paused, allowing his lover to become accustomed to the foreign, but welcome invader! As Colin continued to relax and his sphincter and lower bowel stretched around Jefferson's cockhead, I became more than certain it wasn't the first such instrument to seek a home in his warm moist inner reaches, but not one of this size or, as he would find out soon enough, which could produce such a voluminous offering of white, thick, man-cream!

Jefferson paused again, leaned forward, and slowly began easing his length into Colin's depths. By the time he was fully embedded, and it did take time, Benjie now was the observer and Henri was delighting me (and himself) with his beautiful, talented, and loving body. Benjie just couldn't resist leaning over the bed, reaching in between Jefferson and Colin to feel, with his small, dainty fingers, how deep Jefferson was immersed in Colin's warmth. His touch, delicate, erotic, yet revealing, grazing the outer lips of that now extremely opened, but tightly plugged orifice brought a shudder of pleasure from Colin's loins and a reactionary push forward as if trying to assimilate the entirety of Jefferson's body into his own!

Jefferson started, slowly but rhythmically the age-old dance of love between two co-joined lovers, pulling back, thrusting forward so the head of his engorged, plum-shaped head of his penis brushed and stimulated Colin's prostate on each pass, bringing forth a squeal of delight, followed by a whimper and moan of satisfaction and erotic pleasure! Evidently both young men were eager to please and in the height of sexual desire since it wasn't long before the sounds of their delightful climaxes were emanating from each as Colin spewed his essence in several bursts between them and Jefferson, his butt cheeks clenching, hips thrusting forward seeking to plumb his stiffness to the deepest possible point with each spasmodic ejaculation, seeded his voluminous, thick, ropey seed into his lover!

**

Jubal, in the room next door, naked, his almost man-sized cock with its head unsheathed, twitching with every beat of his heart as he viewed the lovely sight of the naked young, nubile mocha-colored female stretched out on the bed before him, knelt between her legs softly touching her upper body, bringing smiles of delight from her and an increasing desire from him to claim her as his own and no one else's! He thought Rachael, age ten, not yet eleven, nowhere near puberty, hairless in all parts of her body save her head, lighter in weight and shorter in height than he by at least six inches, was one of the most beautiful creatures God ever put on this earth. Since her arrival with Reverend Miller, this sweet, young, delicate girl captured his eye and his heart and he hers. They took every opportunity to be together, stealing kisses, and, other than that, Jubal took no liberties with Rachael, but while he was gone, they both realized how much they missed each other and longed for a more intimate, loving, lasting relationship. Jubal wanted to fuck her so bad, not only did his heart ache for her, but his balls and cock as well.

Rachael, virginal, unexperienced compared to Jubal, would be tight, difficult to enter, but she was willing to give herself to the boy she loved, would need a soft, gentle approach and Jubal knew it! He warned her the first time might be painful, but quite enjoyable the more times they made love to each other. Rachael only smiled and told him it would be okay. That was before she saw him naked; her eyes widened as she stared in disbelief at his erect, thick, and long penis (as only a Doucet male would be), remarking with trepidation,

"Jubal, it looks so big, it'll never fit up in me without splitting me!"

He tried to assure her it would, but it would take some time and some preparation.

"I've seen boy parts before," she whispered, "when they change clothes or take a bath, but never one that big. It just doesn't look natural!"

Again he reassured her, mentioning the Doucet men do have larger than average cocks, but they all seemed to fit where they were supposed to fit. He had her touch his cock's softness, stroke its rigidity, move his foreskin back and forth over the bulbous head, and feel the sticky fluid oozing out the cock-slit, explaining the fluid would help lubricate and ease the passage for him to enter. Jubal then leaned forward over her body and began gently, erotically, kissing her neck, her lips, moving down her body to her chest, where his lips delicately brushed the immature, slightly darker colored dime-sized breasts with the tiny nubs for nipples, while the fingers of one hand eased into here warm moist girl part, gently massaging and stretching that portal of delight so it might better receive him!

Jubal slowly nuzzled and kissed his way south, down her smooth, soft torso to that point just above her pubis, extended his tongue and licked further down until he encountered that small opening into her body which determined her sex. Moving his head lower, using his fingers to part those sweet, young folds at the entrance, the soft, delectable, delightfully pink, labia those tiny lengths of tissue that fold and protect her vagina and clitoris and oh so sensitive to touch, to her vagina where in the very near future his seven inches of cock would find a home; he flicked out his tongue and tasted her for the first time, bringing a quickening to his loins and a gasp from Rachael!

She whimpered in satisfaction and pleasure as his tongue snaked into her pink, moist, warm orifice; slicking around in circles as he wormed in ever deeper, seeking the well of nourishment for his sexual desires. He tongue-fucked her until she began quivering, arching her back, and squeezing his head tight with her thighs as she began to orgasm. Jubal pulled back, lubricating his cock with lotion and her still quivering opening, raised her legs and hips so she could grip him and he would have better access, leaned over, and gently pushed his drooling cockhead to the entrance of her valley of delight!

Rachael squeaked in mild pain as he began to push forward, moving the flared head so it lodged just inside her warmth. She squeaked in mild pain, but he spoke softly, trying to reassure her that all was well!

"So tight," he murmured lovingly to her, "so lovely on such a beautiful girl. I'm so lucky!"

It took great self-control on his part not to cum then, as her inner muscles began to not only relax and allow him further purchase, but to twitch and massage his length as he continued to slowly push forward. Reaching the final barrier, Jubal knew he'd have to push hard to break through and it would pain his dear Rachael when he took her maidenhead, he leaned forward again, but this time whispered, "I love you so, but it's going to hurt for just a short time," kissed her deeply and pushed, hard, absorbing her whimpers of mild pain and distress into his own mouth. Sunk balls deep into her depth, he remained still, allowing his love to adjust to his girth and length. He could feel the warmth of her blood trickle around his cock and down his balls as he lay there, but he knew from watching Mr. Chapman, it wouldn't be much and the minor flow would soon cease!

Finally, satisfied she was ready, he began to slowly, sensuously fuck his love and she responded by pushing back soon bringing both to a shattering, simultaneous climax! Jubal, well through puberty and producing more than enough semen, flooded her no longer virgin body with his creamy white offering. He lay quietly as his cock pulsed and pulsed again and again pumping his man-cream until it too leaked around his shaft and dribbled down his balls to join her blood on the sheets.

Jubal and Rachael slept that night joined in flesh and before dawn, repeated their love making twice more, leaving each temporarily satisfied, but wanting more of each other.

To be continued.

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