For me, it started the day after my 15th birthday.

I had suffered through the embarrassing ordeal of having my mother be one of my teachers in the spring semester.  The ending of the school year trumpeted, for me the end of school, the beginning of summer which started of my celebrated birthday.  Despite my parents, both educators in the local school system, being nearly over bearing and puritanically conservative people, they were very considerate when they came to throwing my birthdays.

However, it is at that time when I started to be aware of issues, like that what passed as “conservative” opinion in the house I grew up in was really just bigoted monger-ing.  I had learned that individuals of color, regardless of ability seldom scored as well as other Caucasian and Asian students in my parents classes.  They both were considered hard teachers, but over the years, one would hear things at the house and the rumors in halls at school.

So, the last semester before my 15th birthday, I did a little experiment.  Having been a top student, possessing exceptional study skills as is typical with any one that has teachers as parents, I knew that the I would produce an “A” paper.  I knew a girl from an African American family that was a nice gal, but seldom ever received a grade higher than a “B,” She was typically upset with the grades, which previously I put down to seething jealousy and lesser abilities.  But, I still had to know.  So, I switched papers with her.  I had put the most work that I have ever done on any report that I had ever worked on in school, and knew it would finish the year for me with straight A’s.

The gal, Tina, agreed to do so.  Unfortunately, my fears were confirmed.  Tina received an “C+” and I received my typical “A.”  I couldn’t recall being more confused and disappointed in how unfair that it was.  I walked around in a shocked state through the last two days of school and the through the following week to my birthday.  I didn’t even find solace in running all day on the tennis courts as I had, even two weeks earlier.

So, that following Monday, when educators are still at school, I was home alone, looking at the nifty birthday gifts, which included the Michael Jackson’s Thriller Album.  I remember opening that and seeing the disapproval in my mothers eyes.  It was the greatest album then and every one wanted it and a friend had got it for me.  So, dressing in a tennis skirt, tee shirt, and bobbie socks, I grabbed my Prince racket bag that contained all my tennis equipment and rode my bike to the courts to try to but this whole matter behind me again.

It was then I decided that I would peddle by Tina’s house, which was really out of the way, but I felt that I had to apologize to her for my family and the unfortunate discoveries I had made.  Even though I was barely past five feet in height, the tennis and bike riding had made my 110 pounds agreeable to my tennis outfits.  I had “discovered” what boys liked at a dance during the fall semester for Homecoming.  I was not impressed with the jittery and uncertain way that they seemed to all possess in abundance.

So, in the hot morning, I had no idea as to what I was really going to say when I got there.  But when I did arrive and learned that Tina had already left for one of a couple band camps that she would be at this summer (she being a really talented musician, something that I wasn’t) from her father, who was home for a while the local plant shut down for two weeks of maintenance and upkeep.  Her father, it struck me was not as old as my parents, and after some cajoling from him, I explained why I was there.

It turned out that he recalled my mother, who he described as a bitch, and knew all along that she didn’t like blacks.  The name calling of my mother was a cold bucket of water in my face.  Here was a man calling my mother a bitch with out a second thought.  It turned out that he had my mother for a teacher shortly after his parents, Tina’s grand parents, moved to the area.  He too had been a good student before, but couldn’t ever get higher than a “B-“ Hr recalled that he was blistered good when he brought those grades home by his father.  After years of substandard grades, they just learned that grades for blacks from my mother were never going to be any higher.  My mother was a bigoted racist it turned out.

I nearly broke in to tears.  I didn’t want to hear it, but already knew it.  Tommie, as he wanted to be called, had not gotten the scholarships he needed to get into a more prestigious college and settled for the community college, where he did receive better grades, but a diploma from the local community college didn’t carry the weight of a more reputable college did.  As a result, for the last 15 years, he had been scratching out a living at the local wood mill.  You could see that his lot I life wasn’t what he had planned and the welling of memories only served to make him more bitter.

His commanding presence was immense.  I had been aware that Tina had lost her mother in a car accident along with her surviving grandfather on a trip back to see family out of state.  As the accident happened away from the town, the local press barely paid any attention and this man was supporting his family on his own.  Two more children, both younger than Tina, would yet experience the set backs of veiled racism in the schools, and much latter, life in general.

I was overwhelmed with regret and needed to make amends for the difficulties that my parents had caused him.  I said as much.

“Well now girlie, I can hardly have the beating that my pa used to hand out because of the grades I received taken back,” he smirked.

“No, you’re right, you can’t.  My mom should have gotten the spankings instead,” I blurted out.  “But I can try to make it up for you.  I can cook and clean for you and take care of your other daughters when you return to work.”

“The two youngens have gone to their aunts for part of the summer.  My wife’s sister spends time with them as a surrogate mother for the two.  They have not yet gotten past their momma’s passing.”  He added reverently. “So, unfortunately, aside from a little cleaning for the next two weeks, there isn’t much you can do.”

But I could see that his mind was racing.  Out of some where in my mind, I said quickly, “how about you take the spankings that my mom should have received and that you got out on me?” I quickly, “please.”

“I don’t think that would be the best solution and not really enough to make up for things.” he chided gently.

“Please, I will do what ever I have to make for everything.  I swear,” I said, nearly pleading with him.                

“I don’t think that you know what you are actually offering sweetie.” He stated, but it came out as a question.

“Yes I do, I really do.” I said, not really knowing what I offered, being swept away by the tides of emotions.

“Are you serious?” he asked incredulously.

“Yes I am!” I responded emphatically.

“So, you are willing to be a servant for me?”

“Yes I am!” I responded again.

“Well, today I will need to watch you clean the dishes.” he said.

He motioned over to the sink.  There were only a couple dishes in the basin.  He sat in a chair at the table in the kitchen as I walked over to the sink.  I felt a wonderful ease as I ran the water and knew that he was watching me in my skirt from behind.  My plump little butt bulging the tennis skirt out.  I thought quickly that I had wished that I hadn’t worn the liner panties with them.  Then I could give him a little tease.

In short order I finished the washing the dishes, dried them and put them away slowly.  When I turned to him, he appeared to have appreciated my efforts to sway a little while I was at the sink and the bending that I did to put the dishes away.  However, he said in a flat tone, “if you come back tomorrow, I will know that you are serious about being a good little girl and maybe even a good little slave.  There will be a test if you decide to come back and even the ledger, so to speak, with the difficulty and disappointment that your mother caused.”  With that, he politely ushered me out the rear door where my bicycle was and gave me a stinking swat on my behind as he said, “I’ll look forwards to seeing you here, that is if you are serious.”

The ride back to my house was an ordeal of pleasure.  The bicycle smile was definitely at work.  I was wet thinking about the swat and the opportunity to begin making things up for him and his daughters.  I knew that I would gladly do what ever he wanted.  The wetness all over my thighs and seat was all the proof I needed.  The following morning couldn’t come quickly enough.

The remainder of the day was terrible.  The heat was stifling in my house.  Even though Tina’s family didn’t have central air, the air their seemed so rich and caused such a nice swelter.  The heat in this house, where I felt as if I was a stranger was intolerable.  Unfortunately, my parents insisted that using central air during the mid day before July 4th was not very thrifty.  Now, with nothing in my mind but hiding the frustration of waiting for the sun to go down I tried to read while the sweat tricked over my back under my tee shirt and under the bra I had on.  I was only reading every other word of a magazine article as my mind races with concerns and desires.

I wanted to not see my mother that evening but as the afternoon gave way to the early evening, dinner was being prepared, I would.  There was not getting around that.  That my mother didn’t come up to say that she was home was a little odd, and with all that my mind had considered, her knowing was a possibility.  I had no idea how.  Maybe some one had seen me and my mother drew a conclusion, which in this case was the right one, if not only premature. 

I was certain that my plan to rectify my family’s covert racism would be obvious to them and I would be in for a level of trouble that I had not encountered before.  However, and much to my real surprise, it was apparent that they were unaware.  There would be no lecture.  Tina’s father hadn’t called to tell her mother what was in the offering.  I would be free to actually do what I really had need to do.  Until then, I hadn’t recalled that he said that there would be a “test.”  What sort of test did he have in mind?

I had briefly enjoyed the dinner when I realized that my secret was safe, but as I put away dishes for a second time today, my mind started to wonder and the remaining evening’s chores were completed with a minimal of awareness.  Time slid by and darkness fell as I considered as to what he meant as a “test.”  Surely I wasn’t going to have to write a paper for him to grade?  Sleep was, that night, difficult and seemed only fitful when it did come.

Not realizing it, I slept until nearly mid-morning.  Evidently my night passions had left me more tired than I could recall.  I must have had some dream in which I was interacting with it as the sheets were all a jumble.  As I would normally, I slept in panties and a tank top.  The panties I wore were still wet, soiled with my passions in a dream that I couldn’t recall having.  I wasn’t a virgin.  I had lost that so-called innocence the year before after a football game to one of the senior players at a victory celebration.

Even though I seemed to have avoided a reputation as an “easy gal,” afterwards, I tended to enjoy making some of the boys feel good by rewarding them orally.  I had been with three other boys since the first time.  I didn’t see the issue with why girls didn’t like doing it.  I knew that I did.  But then again, I didn’t throw myself at the boys.  I didn’t have to.  It might have been that the boys I went to school with were intimidated by my parents, both being educators.  It might have been also that I started to develop a little earlier than some of the other gals and was nearly a C-cup already.

While this was a boon in some more obvious areas, It was going to prevent me from ever becoming a better tennis player or playing at a higher level.  I had to face it, even with the tightest sports bra, if I kept developing, the flopping around was going to be a distraction in more than one way.  It also would ruin my form as I couldn’t get my arms in to the right angle for my back hand.  So, bouncing all over and playing from only one side of the court, I had resigned myself to the glass ceiling that I was going to run into.  Small breasted gals always seem to be the only players that made it past college, with the rare exceptions of some of the Eastern European players, but they tended to be on the professional stage briefly.  One notable exception from the American shores easily comes to mind, but she hits the ball hard then all but the top men players, which I don’t.

But my lovely C-cups opened new doors for me.  Even only barely at 5'2" ( I always say that I am 5'3" as I round up) I weigh less than 100 lbs, though only just barely.  So, I was a little lighter and shorter than all of my peers.  Though I knew that I was only was going to grow from this point on in my life was outwards, not upwards.  Though, it wasn’t that bad of a thing.  Being well developed on a small frame with a tight narrow behind and thin, if not really toned legs, was not a bad hand to be dealt, even if it meant not being the tennis star that I dreamt all those years for. 

I noticed this for the first time as I completed my shower and walked back to my bedroom nude.  Only a towel wrapped up on my head to dry my hair.  I watched myself in the mirror.  My lean and nubile body, well tanned, looked back at me.  I decided then, I was so eager to set things right yesterday for all the mis-deeds my mother had done unto others, that what I could really give him was my body.  It certainly caused eyes to watch, heads to turn and barely audible whistles of approval to be generated.  Why not give him this body in return as payment.  I wouldn’t be just a servant or slave and tease him a little like I did yesterday.

The morning heat was no where near the level that it would be in the afternoon, but between the hot water shower and the heat in the air, I was starting to perspire and I watched how a bead of water started just below my neck as it trailed its way down, slowly rolling down the center of my  chest as it trailed slightly to the left to graze and trickle the inner part of my left breast, tickling, causing me to shiver, which shook it further down on to my flat, toned tummy.  There is took an agonizingly long time to watch trailed ever further downward until it was lost in the tangle of my trimmed hairs just above my treasure.  The one thing that I owned.  The one thing that I would really give.       

I knew that I was to be a little naughty today.  So, I found a pair of high-waist, what we gals called, whale tail thongs.  I had to keep them hidden from my mother for obvious reasons.  But I had them on, another tennis skirt with out the liner.  A thin bra and a typical tee shirt.  In case I was stopped, I grabbed my tennis gear and ran down the stairs outside, forgetting even to grab a bite to eat ( I had power bars in the bag that I would always munch on).  I rode on to go meet my future.

(Part 2 to come)

It was only shortly after leaving the house I started to regret my choice of panties. With out the panty liner for my tennis skirt, the thong I chose had worked its way up between my lips and was causing a bit of friction on my clit as I shifted on the bike seat, pedaling in steady, if not rapid strokes.  That meant that every bump on the road I felt in a very real and a very personal way.  Coupled with the building heat of the mid morning my pussy was as wet as I was the previous day.  But now I was aware that I started to grind myself back in to the bicycle seat with each down stroke of the pedal.  It was the longest and most pleasurable bicycle ride I have ever had.  I was on the verge of an orgasm for more then half the way to Tina’s house.  I only slowed down for the sake of preventing wrecking my bike from the mind-numbing pleasure from an orgasm.

So, in that state I arrived at their house.  Sweaty and panting a little more than I would have thought, considering the conditioning years of tennis gave me.  Yet, after just over of five miles of biking through the morning heat and the increased level of passion, tinted with all the hope, confusion and a little fear that I had running through my body, I stood there in anticipation of receiving what I needed more than anything.  I stood there shock still, awaiting an answer to my rapid knocks at the back porch entrance.  The same screen enclosed porch door I stood at less than 24 hours before.  Albeit with what I thought was a different objective in mind then.  Or at least a more honest one.

It seemed like an eternity that before he answered the door.  During my wait, my mind raced with concern and apprehension.  Had I so misread the day before that he wouldn’t be here?  Did he not want what I had to offer him?  Was this all some little girl fantasy that was completely detached from the reality at hand?  I had thoughts of turning and leaving before I discovered the disappointment that any of my suddenly realized concerns might be true.  It is amazing how quickly ones mind can race away with itself and the topics it can cover in the space of a couple heart beats.  What seemed like an eternity actually turned out to be less than handful of seconds.  He saw me ride up his private drive way from upstairs and was on his way to the door when I knocked.

He invited me in to the same room as the day before and guided me to a kitchen chair.  One padded with a cheap vinyl.  The kind that skin nearly adheres to under normal circumstances.  The nerves of finally being here and the exertion of riding made the upper back part of my thighs slick with sweat.  I sat firmly in the chair and there I seemed, was there to stay as the chair held me firm.  The hem of my skirt too short to gather under me when I sat.  So, for the second time already today, I had come to regret the choice of panties.  Yet, there was something so naughty about being seated in this man’s house dressed as I was, slightly exposed under my skirt. Thinking of that caused me to be distracted though the first part of his questions and tried to fill in the blanks of what I thought that he might have said when he started speaking.

I wasn’t keeping up and that was clear to him after a brief pause while he awaited a coherent response to his follow up questions.  I was a little embarrassed that I was thinking for how I could feel through my damp panties my lips press into the padded vinyl and how my skin was trapped to it.  God I was so hot experiencing that.  I was jerked back into the present with his sharp announcement, “Catherine, I am talking to you!”

I apologized for the distracted responses I had given, but assured him that I was aware that I was here to satisfy the debt my mother caused him.  “I will balance the ledger how ever I may,” I replied quickly.

“Is that so little one?” he asked gently.  “Is that what you think I asked?”

“Yes, I promise!” I responded, eager to be correcting the wrong of being distracted with the eagerness I had in abundance.  It hardly mattered at that point.  Sitting there, in front of this dark and deeply powerful man I knew, even yesterday that I had desired to be subservient to him.  I think it was clear to him sitting there.  It was as he was aware that my pussy was surrounding the thing and taut material of my thong and it was causing all sorts of problems.

“Well, since you promise, I want you to take this note pad and write and sign your promise down then.  That way I will have your written word as your bond.  This is the first of your tests that you must first pass to become what I, and I think, want, which is to be my slave during the day.” he said in a matter of fact tone.  When he said slave, it cut through the haze of uncertainty and found my pussy spasm rapidly again, as if anticipation of orgasm just from the word.  His confirmation that he wanted me to be his slave.

I grabbed the pad and pen and started writing.  I, Catherine, will hereby make the effort to be your slave in what ever fashion you desire to level the debt that my family clearly owes to you and your family for the racially influenced grades my mother subjected you and your family to.  I have offered this to you of my own free will and have done so with out any solicitation from any one else.  The terms of my debt arrangement will be determined solely by my actions and considerations of you, my master.  Signed, Catherine and to which I dated.

So, breathing heavily, I laid down the pen and looked as sultry as I could up at him.  With that, he pushed back from the table in his chair opposite of me.  The scraping of the chair against was loud in the quiet kitchen.  More importantly, I could feel the scrapping as the chair moved through the tiled floor.  The vibrations seemed to go directly to my increasingly wet pussy and caused the first orgasm that I was to have there.  He looked happy that I was manifesting my eagerness so quickly. 

“Stand up Catherine.”  He said firmly, allowing for no distractions to crop up.  He also gestured for me to get up as well when he walked around the table towards me.

I did so.

“I want you to out your arms flat behind your back.  Please bend them at the elbow so you are holding each elbow in the opposite hand.” he firmly nut quietly ordered me to do, as he gently turned me around so that he stood behind me.  I heard the opening of a drawer near a built in china cupboard and then felt a cloth sleeve being looped over my arms and between my back and arms.  It felt as if something was being pulled, as if the cloth was being tied up as if it were laced.  When he finished, my arms, from elbow to wrist were encased in the heavy cloth but my hands were free.  It was the first time I had ever been bound in any way, though I had really wanted to try the handcuffs my friend had.  The loss of control I felt then and there was profound and extremely erotic.  I loved it.

He then instructed me to walk out the back door to the porch.  Once out side he said, “now, I know you are eager to give yourself to me as repayment for the prejudice your family has beaten my family down with over the years.”  He continued, close behind, so I felt his warm breath and firm chest against my upper back and shoulder.  “But,” he continued, “I like many things.  I like to punish, I like to do things that you don’t even know of yet.  I like to tie women up.  I think that there is nothing sexier than when a women, or in your case, a young women, is bound in various ways, to various objects, in various locations.  I never grow tired of seeing pictures of that Catherine. Or when I can, getting to do that.”  He paused and then added, “Do you wish to be sexy for me Catherine?”

I answered quickly.  “Yes I do sir.  And I do know of some things like that.  One of my friends has parents who left a movie that could be found by us gals one night during a sleep over .  The video showed different gals being tied up in different ways and we secretly watched it.  The gals, even the one whose house it was, giggled with equal amounts of fear and curiosity.”  Even though at the time, all the girls at the sleep over who watched it; claimed to be ‘grossed out’, including myself, really enjoyed it.  We all knew it too.  In fact, I knew of one girl had found a way to obtain a set of hand cuffs, she never told us how, and carried them in her purse. I confessed all of this which must have caused him to be taken a back a little.

He then chuckled reassuringly, “well that is good to know my little Catherine.  It will certainly hope you a little.  But now, we are going to talk a walk down this dirt path. It leads in to what is left of my family’s land.  It is secluded, but I like to be in the outdoors for some activities.  And, you will walk a head of me and at intervals I will stop you and make your walk a bit more difficult for you, and more enjoyable for me.  If you get where I want you to be, I will then know that you are truly interested in being my slave.

So, as the day before, with a swat on my bottom, I started walking from the house, this time, down a worn dirt path away from the house and not towards my bike.  After a about a hundred or so steps, with him behind me, he reached the end of his lawn and started out into the field that was overgrown with prairie grass, land that was obviously unsuitable for farming, which is why is was not sold.  In the distance, the path lead to a forest of pine trees to the right.  Further down, it  forked to the left to a small creek.  Not knowing if this was as far as he wanted me to walk, I hesitated; only to be told to keep walking unless I was having second thoughts about my test and wanted to quit.  With out responding or turning, I kept walking.

From behind, he started talking.  “My goodness Catherine, you have such lovely long and tight legs.  And, I must add, the sway and bounce of that little skirt shows that you have a true treasure of things yet to be seen.  However, now we have reached the second stage of the test.  I know it is hot in this sun.  My family labored in this sun for many generations, no thanks to people like your mother.” he said simply.  His words continued in the same matter of fact tone, “So, I will give you the same luxuries given to me and my folks.  I will start with the modification and then removal of your clothing as you walk.  The first being lifting the hem of your skirt to let more air get to that lovely little bottom you have.”

With that, he told me to stop and lifted the skirt from behind, gently trailing his fingers of my bare cheeks, causing me to shudder, and tucked the hem into the waist of my skirt.  My white thong now clearly visible.  Seeing it caused him to whistle. “Well Catherine wearing a slutty little pair of panties like that really speaks to the nature of the girl wearing them.  Don’t you agree little one?”  I turned to look at him with smoldering lust in my eyes and only nodded my agreement to him. What could I say?  It did.  He prompted me then, “Well little one, keep walking, you have quite a bit left to prove.”

So, I walked, with him evidently enjoying the site of my tight thighs and the jiggle of my fiem little bottom with each step.  I had to admit, I also found it rewarding.  It was thrilling to know that a grown man found looking at my body exciting.  I attempted to maintain the same gait and bounce in my sway with out seeming silly. But a sharp slap from his hand to my on uncovered cheek caused me to walk on my tip toes for a couple steps.  He said, “I like to watch it bounce when you walk like that.  I may do it again.”

I had not been aware previously, but he had been taking pictures of me with his camera.  As silly as it may sound, the idea of him doing so seemed so erotic that when he asked that I stop to arch my back, I did so with my butt jutting out from under the raised skirt so far that the thong I wore hid nothing as it slid between my lips.  After I had finished posing, he tucked the remaining portion of my skirt in to its waist band in front.  He remarked that I was clearly soaked through in my little panties and I knew he was right.  Of course, they were damp on the ride over.  The last swat I took made them flood with my juices.  Now with them firmly in the folds of my pussy every step rubbed them against my clit.  I was both in agony and ecstacy.

After several more paces, he had me turn so that my narrow behind as well as the rest of my body was silhouetted to the blue sky, next to the dark tree line and the open field.  He must have enjoyed the view of my bunched up skirt against my flat tummy and above the swell of my bottom.  His enjoyment was, well, pronounced.  He had clearly enjoyed watching my narrow waist and slender legs meeting in my tight little bottom as I walked just before.  I was thrilled to have caused the bulge in his jeans and impressed by the amount that the jeans were pushed out.  There had to be a lot going on in his pants to cause denim to stretch like that.

I thought then I was going to get my first taste of him then and there, but he gave me a couple of swats that must have left hand prints on my bare cheeks and caused me to hop a little each time.  But all he did was undo my bra from under my tee shirt and remove it from under of my tee shirt, leaving the tee in place.  His hands were strong and rough, like a man accustomed to physical labor.  They did linger over the mounds of my breasts as he stood behind me, he groin rubbing up against my ass.  Each finger lightly flicking up and then down over my nipples as he lifted and then pulled down my bra.  Each movement, feeling like a washboard, caused a bolt of electricity to find the desire in my pussy to be his.

I couldn’t stand it any longer.  I grabbed with my fingers, not encased in the cloth sleeve which bound my arms, and held his tee shirt.  I pulled my self back into him, arching my back, as instructed before by him, and ground my ass against the bulge of his jeans. I moved back and forth, side to side and up and down as rapidly as I could, with as much range or motion as I could muster with out breaking contact from his groin.  He just stood there, firm, his erection becoming even more responsive to my body and motions.  With out any warning of its severity, I came then and there from the friction of my thong against my clit and the rough denim on my exposed lips.  It was the most incredible orgasm I had ever felt. I was certain more so than most other gals would ever feel.  It buckled my knees and sent me to the ground in a heap.

There on the dirt path I laid for sometime panting to get my breath back.  Getting my tee shirt and thong dirty.  He stood over me, his shadow falling over me.  After what seemed only like seconds, he assisted my up by lifting me in his powerful arms to my feet.  “Come on sweet cheeks, we only have a little ways to go yet,” as he pointed down the path towards a lone tree stump.  I walked with as much composure and sway as I could on my still rubbery legs.  Thank goodness for the energy of youth and the years of tennis had given me.  By the time we reached the stump I noticed some things that you couldn’t see from a distance.

I saw that the stump was huge, the tree must have been very old when it was felled.  I was told that the tree was struck by lightening when his father was just a boy and that the tree was then used by the mill to start his family’s legacy as it provided a windfall when an over seas temple wanted to use it for its construction.  There was more to the story, which I lost in the glow of the orgasm from before and the gazing upon the stump.   In its worn surface, there were several metal hoops, the size if a hand, so I guessed that some rope could be tethered to it easily.  In fact, there were five such hoops on the top and there was one on each side of the tree stump.

He said then, “I only thought that it fair that where my family received its first break that your repayment to my family should be made.”  He then gestured to me to get up to the stump.  He then said to answer my first unspoken question, “no, today you will not be tied here.”  “Not today, but on other days you will be.  You see the sun shines over head for some time and there was less fun facts about this location for you, but those too you will discover in due time.”

“However, for now, you will start with sucking my cock!”  I got to my knees facing him, when he pulled the bottom of my tee shirt over my head so that the shirt stayed looped over my arms but my head was out of it. The sweat of my body making the shirt damp.  By bare breast were open to the hot air.  My nipples, now unconstrained were as pronounced as they ever had been, I could feel the trickle of sweat from my raised shirt slowly falling to the middle of my breasts and down my stomach.  He then unzipped his jeans and he pulled them down to his knees. 

He wasn’t wearing any underwear and his cock sprang directly outwards.  Its large purple head was larger then the handle of my tennis racquet.  The tip of his cock was not fully closed and the slit seemed to be rather longer than it should have been.  I was certain that I could get a finger into it.  Below that hung two tennis ball sized balls.  The shaft of this bobbing cock was thicker than my tennis racquet.  It was then I noticed with odd clarity that his shaft was slightly larger in the middle and tapered to its head where it again grew larger. 

I held my breath in both wonder and anticipation.  This cock was the king of all cock.  It was simply larger, thicker and apparently, much longer than any of the boys’ I had seen before this, even in the video I had seen.  “Don’t worry dear, it is only just under ten full inches.  You should be able to handle it all in due time.”  With that, he placed his hand on top of my head, and I moved my knees further apart on the stump top, to the point that my lips of my pussy were just inches above the uneven and rough surface of the stump.  This brought my mouth level with his cock head.

With the pull of his hand on top of my head and the small thrust of his hips he entered my open mouth.  The feeling of his fullness filling my mouth was incredible.  I could barely get the head of his magnificent cock into my mouth and kept it there, dragging my talented tongue back and forth of the tip of his cock.  I found the slit of his cock as I continued to suck in to keep the pressure up on his cock and was happy that I could flick the slit open with the tip of my tongue.  I heard his approval in the form of a grunt.

Deciding that he like this I slid my tongue into the tip of his cock slit.  With my teeth firmly but not harshly holding the cock head in my mouth fully, I worked as much of my tongue into the slit.  It tasted a little different but the sensation was making him happy and it was driving me crazy.  There I was, exposed on a tree stump with a man’s cock in my mouth and my tongue in his cock.  After what felt like a quarter of my tongue was forced into his cock I couldn’t get any more in and my jaw started to throb from being kept as open as it was.

One last little flick of my tongue in his cock caused him to lean back, pulling me partially with him and for him to go rigid with a shuddering orgasm.  The first blast of his cum built up around my tongue and then the second forced his cock of my tongue, and sent a long stream of cum into my mouth, coating the back of my mouth and tongue thickly.  He sent one more stream into my mouth before he was no longer able to stand still enough and his cock forcibly plopped from my wanton mouth.  The spray landed on my nose and forehead, a thin trail over my left eye.  The sweat of the day and the dripping cum didn’t get into my eye thank fully.

After he opened his eyes, he looked down at me and said nothing but grimaced and smiled as the after orgasm he was feeling spasm in his cock.  He then saw the cum on my face and dipped his cock head into it, wiping it up and bringing it down to my mouth.  Feeding me the last of his offering.  After a couple more swipes, he pulled up his jeans but wasn’t able to zip them for fear of harm from the zipper.  He smiled at me and walked to another nearby tree and sat down in a heap next to it.

I started to get up to go to him in the shade.  However, a sharp, “Bitch, get back on to the stump.  You aren’t done yet.”  I walked back the stump with a smile on my face.  Good there was more yet to come.

(Chapter 3 to come as well)