Date: Mon, 10 Oct 2005 13:30:24 -0700
From: Jingjok <lizwrite@earthlink.net>
Subject: The Preacher's Son

The Preacher's Son

by Jingjok

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WARNING: The following material contains depictions of explicit sexual
activity between teenagers. If the laws of your jurisdiction do not permit
you to view such material, please leave here at once and go where you can
learn how to work to change the laws of your jurisdiction. If you are
offended by such material, please seek psychiatric counseling to discuss
why you are here in the first place.

On the other hand, if you simply don't care for the type of material
indicated by the story codes, well, have a nice day.

bisexual, highschool, historical, interracial, teen mmf
speculation of gay possible incest is a theme

DISCLAIMER: The following is entirely a work of fiction. Resemblance to any
actual person or place is purely coincidental. All of the parts in this
drama are portrayed by mature actors who are masters of makeup and disguise.

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A Small Town in Ohio - 1924

Chapter 1

Powell Blair was on a mission. He chuckled at that thought. His sire,
Reverend Arthur Blair, was a famous missionary preacher, but the son's
goals were far different from the father's. Powell was in search of a
vision. Well, a sighting, at least, of the family's young servant girl, in
the nude.

Cassie was just fourteen, a year younger than Powell, but her womanly
charms had bloomed early. Her simple white dress set off the perfection of
her flawless chocolate skin. As the young girl went about her duties,
Powell would try to position himself where he could watch her pass in front
of a window, so the light would reveal the shape of her dark figure through
the thin material.

Cassie's ample, perky breasts pushed out the front of her garment as she
moved. When she was dusting downstairs, Powell would point out places where
she would have to stretch upward to clean. In the process, Cassie's assets
were displayed more prominently. These charms were accented all the more as
Cassie's rounded buttocks pulled her dress tighter over her chest.

If she were his sister, the preacher's boy knew that his parents would have
smothered her breasts with undergarments. But a servant girl was not an
object of their concern, and their son's interest in the ever changing
firmness of the girl's nipples went unnoticed.

Powell had managed to avoid accompanying his parents in the car to the
railroad station to wait for the train of President Coolidge. Then he had
looked for something to occupy his time. Powell had walked past the kitchen
and heard the girl tell her mother, the cook, that she was through with her
tasks, and was going to wash the sweat from her body and take a nap.

Cassie's perspiration was a subject of excitement for Powell. The sheen of
moisture on her skin as she labored enhanced her exotic beauty. The
preacher's son had often imagined himself licking the sweat from her body,
as he lay in bed at night flailing his hard cock to eruption.

On such occasions, he would wipe the creamy fluid from his belly with his
soft cotton drawers. In the morning, he would summon the young servant girl
to take them away for washing. He hoped the stain of his semen would arouse
the girl's passion. He never knew it was a subject of amusement for the
girl and her older brother.

Powell had carefully reconnoitered the servants' bathing room, and was
confident he could stand, unobserved, outside the slatted shutter that
covered a small window. His station would be at an inner corner of the
house, protected from the sun, and darkened further by a large tree nearby.
He would be unseen from inside, while the room and its occupant would be
brightly lit by a long window, high on the outer wall.

The servants' bath was simple, without plumbing. Beneath Powell's viewing
window stood a water tank, filled bucket by bucket from the well. The girl
would bathe by pouring bowls of water over her head, and then, as the boy
imagined in his lusty fantasy, Cassie would lather her dark, slippery skin.
She would rub her sexy nipples and soap that other place, whose appearance
he could only surmise.

Powell had snatched his dark cap from the hall tree to cover his blond
hair. By luck, he had worn a dark shirt, and he was sure his well tanned
face would not betray him. He would be invisible from within the bath
chamber. He moved quickly along the side of the house toward his goal,
wanting to arrive before the unsuspecting girl came on stage.

Satisfied that his position was dimly lit by the cloudy sky of the late
afternoon, the boy waited impatiently for the object of his lust to come
and bathe. Soon, Cassie entered the chamber and pulled her dress over her
head. The girl's dark skin glistened with her unwanted perspiration, and
her conical breasts jutted from her bare chest.

The young voyeur panted with desire, as silently as he could manage, while
the girl bent over, wearing just her white cotton underpants, and picked up
a bar of soap from the floor. She set the soap on a table, and pushed down
her panties.

Powell almost fainted from excitement, when she tossed them aside and
stood, legs spread, and stretched her arms above her head. Every secret
place of her body was exposed to his gaze. He frantically unbuttoned his
trousers and pulled his hard prick through the opening.

The beautiful, almost mature young woman looked directly toward her hidden
admirer, as she dipped a bowl into the tub and poured the cool water over
her body. Her nipples erected, and goose bumps flashed over her skin,
before her motion warmed her and chased them away.

Powell stroked his engorged organ, as the sexy girl soaped her dark body.
She buried her flesh beneath a mass of white suds that slithered down
toward the floor, revealing her dark, glistening skin and then covering it
anew. The white boy wished he could reach through the wall and touch the
soapy globes of her breasts.

He longed to fling off his own clothing and press his naked body against
the girl's slippery black skin. His hard cock ached for fulfillment,
somehow, within the dark, sensual flesh of the wet servant girl. He wished ...

Powell wished he hadn't heard the husky male voice behind him say, "What
you doin' there, boy?"

He whirled, his fist frozen around his deflating cock, to face the
threatening form of the girl's older brother. The sixteen-year-old worked
as the family's gardener. His name was Noah, and now he stood close to the
startled preacher's son, hands on his hips. The black boy's bare torso
glistened with sweat; his shirt dangled from the back pocket of his dark
canvas trousers, which were held up by a knotted rope belt.

Though darker than the tanned white boy, Noah's caramel complexion was
several shades lighter than his chocolate-skinned sister. Powell was
unaware of the whispered speculation of the older members of his father's
congregation, who gossiped that the Reverend preacher was the only white
man in the house at the time of the servant boy's conception.

"Y'all been peekin' at my sister, ain'cha?" the black boy accused his young
master.

"No, I wasn't." Powell tried to deny his sin, knowing it was futile, as he
frantically tried to stuff his prick back through the too small opening in
his pants.

"My sister be in there nekkid, and y'all be out here watchin' and playin'
with yourself," said the young gardener, in a tone more of wonder than
outrage. "Ain't y'all in there, Cassie?" the boy called out in a louder voice.

"Is that y'all, Noah?" came the girl's reply. "What y'all doin' out there?"

"Mastah Powell be out here watchin' y'all in the bath, Cassie," her brother
informed her.

"What would your daddy say about that?" Noah asked the preacher's son.

"You wouldn't tell him," said Powell in alarm.

"Your daddy'd tan your butt so y'all couldn't set for a week," declared
Noah, savoring the picture. A plan was taking shape in the black boy's
mind. "Come on out here, Cassie," he called to his sister.

"I'm going inside," said Powell. He started to move away from the bathroom
wall.

Noah stepped in front of him. "No suh, 'lessen y'all be wantin' me and
Cassie to tell your daddy what y'all was doin' out here with your pecker,"
said the black boy. "Stay right here for a minute," he ordered.

Powell's shoulders slumped. He was trapped. But what did Noah want?

Cassie came along the side of the house. She was wrapped in a white towel
that covered her from just above her breasts to just below her hips.
Powell's cock twitched, as he realized she must be naked under the towel.

"Let's go out back, behind the tool shed, and talk about this," said Noah.

"What we gonna do, Noah?" Cassie asked the question that filled Powell's mind.

"Y'all see when we get there," said her brother.

They walked across the yard toward the tool shed and went behind it, away
from the sight of anyone in the house. When they stopped, Noah repeated the
charge against the defendant. "So y'all likes to look at my sister, Mastah
Powell?"

The white boy stood silent, and Noah pressed him, "Ain't that so? Speak up."

Powell took a breath. What did the black boy want? "Yes," he admitted.

"Do y'all think she's pretty, Mastah Powell?" asked Noah.

"Yes," said Powell.

"Take off that towel, Cassie," said Noah. Both of his companions looked
shocked. "Go ahead, Cassie. Let him see y'all," said the black boy.

Not understanding, but trusting her older brother, Cassie unwrapped the
towel from her body and dropped it on the grass. Then she put one arm
across her breasts, and the other hand in front of her groin. When she saw
her brother's frown, she dropped her hands to her side.

Powell's mouth hung open.

"Ain't she pretty, Mastah Powell?" asked Noah.

"Yes," said Powell. "She's beautiful, like one of those statues."

"Would y'all like to touch her, Mastah Powell?" Noah asked, in a voice that
must have been something like that of the serpent in the Garden of Eden.

"Oh, yes," said Powell. His hand reached forward toward the girl.

"Hold it, Mastah Powell," barked Noah. "Take off your clothes."

Cassie's face lit up with a smile of delight. Powell's face showed only shock.

"Y'all heard me, Mastah Powell," said Noah. "It be only fair. If'n y'all
wants to look at Cassie, then we wants to look at y'all."

Cassie got into the proceedings. "Go on, Mastah Powell. Ain't nobody out
here but just us."

Powell couldn't speak, and couldn't move. He gulped.

The naked black girl took a step forward, and reached out. She tossed
Powell's cap onto the grass, freeing his blond hair. "Lemme help y'all,"
she said, unbuttoning the white boy's shirt.

When it was open, Powell felt the burning touch of Noah's fingers sliding
over the skin of his shoulders and along his arms, pulling the garment off
and dropping it to the ground.

Powell's bare chest rose and fell with his heavy breathing, as Cassie
opened his belt and started to undo the buttons of his fly.

"Wait!" said Noah, who dropped to his knees and lifted first one foot and
then the other to remove Powell's shoes from his sockless feet. He stood up
and moved around behind the white boy. "Go ahead, Cassie," he said.

Cassie undid Powell's fly, and Noah dragged the trousers off the boy's hips
and let them drop to his ankles. Powell shuddered as Cassie pulled down his
loose white cotton drawers. When they fell to the ground, she stepped back
and looked curiously at the white boy's flaccid pink cock, framed by sparse
yellow curls.

"Step out of your pants," directed Noah.

Powell lifted his feet and stepped forward, completely naked, toward the
black girl, who took a step back.

Noah knelt and tossed the pants and shirt further away. When he stood
again, he observed, "Y'all's not a bad lookin' boy, Mastah Powell. Ain't
that so, Cassie?"

"Yes, Noah," agreed Cassie. "Mastah Powell, I'm right proud that y'all
thinks I'm pretty."

She hesitated, and then said, "Y'all can touch me, if'n y'all wants to."

Cassie and Noah watched with interest as Powell's cock filled and stretched
and rose to point straight toward the naked girl. The white boy stepped
forward and softly cupped one of her firm, dark breasts with each hand.
Powell's hard cock bumped against Cassie's hip. His hands moved over the
forbidden fruit, massaging her hardening nipples.

"Ahhhh," moaned Cassie. "That feels real nice, Mastah Powell."

Powell felt Noah's callused hands roam over his naked hips. The black boy
murmured in Powell's ear, "Don't be shy, Mastah Powell. Touch her pussy."

Powell's heart jumped at the sound of the naughty word. His right hand
moved hesitantly downward; he rotated his palm and laid it between the
black girl's legs. The heel of his hand brushed her tight curls; below, his
fingers found a moist crease. He heard the girl sigh as he drew his hand
back, and his finger trailed through a wet slit that opened before him like
the Red Sea. At the top, he found a hard button and rubbed his slick finger
around it curiously, making Cassie shiver.

Behind him, Powell heard Noah say, "Y'all can kiss her titty while y'all be
doin' that." A hard stick slid along Powell's hip, and he realized it was
Noah's naked cock.

Powell bent forward and slurped his lips over Cassie's dark breast. His
finger slid through her cunt and teased her clit. He felt the black girl
steady herself by gripping Powell's bare shoulders. His cock twitched
regularly.

He barely noticed Noah's stiff prick bumping against his butt cheek, as the
older boy pressed himself close and wrapped his arms around his young
master. Noah's hands played over Powell's chest, rubbing his hard nipples,
and wandered lower, across his flat belly, to brush softly over the white
boy's hard, pink cock.

"Go on and set down on the grass, Cassie," directed Noah. "Mastah Powell,
why don't y'all follow her down there, and lay where y'all can look at her
pussy."

Like puppets on strings, the servant girl and the preacher's son moved into
the suggested positions. Powell felt Noah's hands caressing his ass cheeks,
and heard the black boy say, "Wouldn't y'all like to lick her down there,
Mastah Powell? Tastes like honey, I hear."

Cassie's legs spread wide, opening her target to the white boy. Dazed with
lust, Powell dipped his head and licked along the length of Cassie's cunt
slit. "Ohhhh!" she gasped, and rolled her head from side to side in bliss.

Powell's tongue circled the girl's hard clit button, making her moan aloud.
He barely heard the black boy spit, but he felt a wet finger circle his
butthole.

Powell lifted his head and looked around. "What are you doing there?" he asked.

"Don't worry," Noah tried to reassure him. "I'm just gonna make y'all feel
good. Y'all just go back to lickin' that honeypot."

Noah spit again, and slowly shoved his wet finger into Powell's hole.

"Ngggh," the white boy grunted, but he didn't take his tongue from Cassie's
cunt.

Noah's cock throbbed in anticipation. He knew about the gossip concerning
his daddy. He'd asked his mama, but she had just smiled and said, "Your
daddy is a good man, and that's all y'all need to know."

He couldn't be sure, but the idea that he might be about to fuck his
younger brother was even more exciting than screwing his boss's son. He
pulled his finger out and spit again, and pushed the slimy fluid into
Powell's pink hole with two fingers, wiggling them inside the tight
channel. As he pumped his plundering fingers in and out of the hole between
the smooth, white cheeks, he heard Powell moan and watched his head move
faster. Cassie was jumping around like she was sitting in fire.

When Cassie shouted and pressed Powell's head tight against her cunt, Noah
figured the time was right. He pulled out his fingers and spit in his hand
and rubbed the slime over his own cock. He positioned it at the white boy's
asshole, and rubbed it in circles. When the pink flower opened, and the
purple head of his cock pushed inside Powell's butt, Noah reached his
slippery hand around to slide along the young boy's hard prick.

Cassie was still hollering, and Powell was groaning and grunting, as Noah
pushed his cock deeper into the white boy's channel. He pulled back and
pushed again, and saw more than half of his tool vanish inside his little
white brother's hole. Noah wiggled his hips and drilled his cock another
inch into the tight tunnel; he was pleased to feel an answering waggle of
Powell's butt. Together, they worked the long black pole to the bottom of
the white boy's virgin ass.

Cassie's orgasm had subsided, and she raised herself on her elbows to watch
her brother pump his cock into Powell's bottom. The young master pushed
himself up to his elbows and knees, and Noah knelt erect to drive his shaft
into Powell's hole.

The white boy dipped the fingers of first one hand and then the other into
the black girl's sloppy pussy. He lingered a moment to tweak her sensitive
clit between two wet fingers, making Cassie moan and drop her head back
onto the grass.

Powell squirmed forward until his wet, slippery hands could caress the hard
nipples on Cassie's firm breasts. He dug his face into her pussy, smearing
it with the black girl's slimy juices. Powell slid his tongue in and out of
Cassie's cunt hole, in time with her brother's strokes of his hard, black
cock into the white boy's ass.

Noah pumped his rod in and out of Powell's warm, slick butt channel. He
reached between his two companions and rubbed his hand through his sister's
pussy juice that coated the cunt-licking boy's chin. The black boy slid his
slippery fist along the length of Powell's hard, pink dick, making the
white boy moan.

Powell flailed his tongue into Cassie's sloppy pussy, driven by the hot
fire built in his dick by the black boy's stroking fist. Behind him, Noah's
hard cock dug deep into the tight butt hole of the preacher's son.

Cassie was thrashing around, crying aloud, as the white boy's hands and
tongue drove her to orgasm. Powell was driven to the edge of excitement by
the black girl's ecstasy. Her brother's flailing fist and plunging cock
pushed Powell over the brink.

Noah felt the younger boy's prick throb in his hand. The pulses of Powell's
jism surging through his cock sent the black boy off as well. Noah drove
his hard pole deep into Powell's tight ass, and pumped his black seed into
the white boy's clenching butt.

Finally, exhausted, the three teenagers collapsed into a limp pile of spent
flesh. Powell nuzzled Cassie's flooded pussy slit, while Noah nibbled at
the blond boy's neck.

After a while, Cassie wriggled out from under the weight of the two boys
who lay on her hips.

"I've got to get back in the house now," she said. She got up and picked up
her towel and walked around the corner of the shed.

Noah lay quietly on the back of the white boy, his softening cock still
buried in Powell's slippery butt.

"That was a sin, Noah," said Powell.

Noah pulled his limber dick back, and then worked it forward into the
depths of Powell's hole. Powell groaned, and squirmed against the black
boy's groin.

"It was a damned sin, Mastah Powell," Noah said.

He drew back and withdrew his cock from Powell's ass with a wet plop. Noah
scrambled to his feet, and when the white boy rolled over, Noah offered a
hand to help him up.

"We better get dressed now, Mastah Powell," he said.

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Chapter 2

The next afternoon, Powell and Noah lay naked, side by side, on the grassy
bank of the stream that ran behind the house. The white boy's hand idly
rubbed circles through the sticky cream that had puddled on his belly. He
looked over at the white pearl that glistened at the end of the black cock
that had filled his butt with spunk just a little while before.

The white boy pondered what the servant boy had told him earlier about his
father. He felt a closeness to the boy who might be his brother.

"Noah," he said.

"Yeah," said the black boy.

"Noah," he said, "what's it like? I mean, to think that you and I could be
brothers?"

Noah's eyes were closed. Powell watched as the black boy rubbed his own
cock, coaxing it to fill again with his hot blood.

Noah got up and crawled between the legs of the white boy. He shoved
Powell's legs back against his chest and positioned his nearly dry cock at
the boy's opening, still reddened from their earlier fuck.

Powell felt the head of Noah's hard cock press into his tight hole. "Ow!"
he yelped.

Noah pushed his cock further into the tight channel. His sperm was still
inside, but the tender tissues were no longer slick. The black boy pulled
back and drove his weapon all the way into the wet depth of Powell's butt.

"Stop, Noah," begged Powell. "It hurts."

Noah let his cock rest inside his stricken companion. "That's right,
Mas-tah," he said, drawing the syllables out in a strained voice. "It
hurts, Mastah Powell."

Powell felt the hard, black cock pull back and shove into his butt again.
It didn't hurt as much as before.

"It hurts to be sweatin' in the garden while y'all be goin' to school. It
hurts to think that someday, when your daddy dies, y'all will be settin' in
the front pew at the church, while Mama and I be way in the back. And maybe
Mama will finally tell me the truth. And it hurts to think that y'all will
get the house and ever'thin' else from my daddy, and I be the oldest son."

Powell's heart clenched in sympathy for the black boy's pain. His butt
clamped tight from the pleasure of Noah's hot pole sliding through his
sensitive tissues. The red head of Powell's inflamed dick rubbed against
his pale belly, when Noah's brown hips drove his dark cock deep inside.

Powell's hands caressed the smooth flanks of the black boy. As Noah's
strokes slowed to a steady pace, driving his dark shaft into the white
boy's ass, Powell could feel the tension leaving his once angry brother. He
looked into the black boy's eyes, and saw again the affection he had seen
earlier.

Supporting himself with one hand, Noah wrapped a fist gently around his
partner's hot prick.

"Be careful!" warned Powell. "I'm close to shooting."

"I'll be careful," said the black boy. He couldn't bring himself to say
Powell's name. Couldn't say it without the 'Master' and wouldn't say it
with it.

"How can anything that feels this good be such a terrible sin?" said Powell.

"Don't y'all worry none 'bout that," said Noah, again omitting his
partner's name. "I got it figured out now. I'm gonna make y'all like this
so much that when y'all gets that ol' house, y'all gonna just bring me in
there with y'all."

"Oh, yeah, Noah," said Powell. "Just keep doing it and you won't need to
worry."

Noah pulled his cock out until just the bulb of the head was inside the
white boy's butt. Then he drove his black cock hard into his partner's
hole, making Powell groan. Noah's tight fist gripped the white boy's hot,
pink dick. He was ready to bring them both over the edge.

Powell moaned, as Noah's hard prick rubbed across his prostate. He squirmed
with pleasure, as he felt the black boy's cock slide deep into his slick
hole. The white boy's dick throbbed, as Noah stroked it with his tight,
brown fist.

Noah pumped faster and harder into his writhing partner. When he felt
Powell's spunk surge through the hot dick in his fist, the white boy's
clenching butt milked a burst of sperm from Noah's cock. The two boys
groaned and humped against each other, until their passion was drained.
Then they rested together on the grass.

Powell locked his legs around the black boy's ribs. They rolled onto their
sides, and Noah hunched his groin to keep his still hard cock buried inside
the white boy's ass. They lay together in each other's arms, their faces
close. Powell and Noah looked into each other's eyes, and their lips came
together, as each boy shared his first kiss with the other.

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Chapter 3

Later that evening, Powell was roused from his bed by a tapping on his
window. Wearing only his white cotton drawers, he climbed out the window
and joined Cassie and Noah. They dashed to their shelter behind the shed
and threw off what little clothing they wore.

Without hesitation, they moved into position to repeat the exciting sex of
the previous afternoon. Powell wlecomed the intrusion of the black boy's
cock into his willing ass. The white boy's eager tongue soon teased the
black girl to a passionate orgasm.

The moonlight glistened on Cassie's dark, saliva-streaked skin as she lay
panting from the excitement of her climax. Powell's talented tongue had
exquisitely pleasured the young servant girl again. The white boy relaxed,
savoring the feel of Noah's cock slowly stroking inside his butt.

"I got somethin' for y'all two," said Noah.

He reached to the side and pulled a small packet from the pocket of his
trousers. His companions watched with curiosity as the black boy tore open
the wrapper and removed a small, rubbery disk.

"Y'all two gonna do it together tonight," said Noah.

Cassie's eyes were wide with wonder. Powell's mouth flapped open, and then
he protested, "But ..."

"Shush," said the black boy. His cock drove deep inside the white boy's
tight butt, as Noah reached around and placed the device at the end of
Powell's hard dick. "This here thing will catch your seed, and y'all won't
make no baby in my sister."

Cassie watched, wide eyed, as her brother's brown fingers unrolled the
condom along his young master's hard, pink dick. Noah reached forward and
dipped a finger into his sister's wet pussy and stroked Powell's tightly
covered cock, moistening it.

"Is y'all ready, Cassie?" he asked his sister. "Is y'all ready for Mastah
Powell to bust your cherry?"

"Yes!" said Cassie. Her voice was eager, and her breasts rose and fell as
she panted with excitement. "Put your pecker in me, Mastah Powell."

Powlell leaned forward, aiming his covered cock toward the black girl's
cunt. Cassie wriggled along the ground until her pussy hole was aligned
with the white boy's spear. Powell lowered himself, and felt the head of
his cock touch the girl's opening. He felt Noah's hand stir the white boy's
hard rod until it slid into the girls's slippery cunt.

"Ohhhh," Cassie grunted, as Powell's cock pushed against something inside her.

"It won't go in any further," said Powell, looking at half of his cock
still outside the girl's wet pussy lips.

"That's her cherry," said Noah. "Y'all got to break it."

The black boy shoved his own hard dick deep inside the white boy's butt,
and then dropped his weight onto Powell's back. He felt Powell fall
forward, as his cock was forced into Cassie's unready pussy hole.

"Aieee!" screamed Cassie.

Noah quickly reached to press his palm against his sister's mouth. "It's
all right, Cassie," he said. "He done broke your cherry."

"Oh, God, Noah," moaned Cassie. "It hurt so much."

She saw that the white boy's eyes reflected her own pain. It wasn't his
fault, she thought. Noah made him do it.

"It's gonna feel real good now, Cassie," said her brother. "You'll see."

He pulled his cock halfway out, and then tugged at the white boy's hips.
"Pull back," he instructed, "and then push your pecker into her again."

Powell complied, and was rewarded with what seemed to be a moan of pleasure
from the violated black girl. His movement stroked his own butt channel
along Noah's invading shaft. He got into a steady rhythm, bringing the
three connected teenagers to an ever higher state of excitement. They all
groaned with pleasure as Powell's piston and cylinder drove the engine of
their lust.

Powell dipped his head and licked his tongue around one of Cassie's hard
nipples. He swirled around the cone of her breast, and then moved to attend
the other one. Cassie moaned, as her passion grew.

The black girl's tight cunt squeezed Powell's dick as he pumped in and out
of her channel. He wished he could enjoy the feeling of Cassie's hot, moist
tissues massaging his hard flesh, but the covering that would keep his seed
inside worked as well to avoid the contact he wanted. His prick felt as if
it were being stroked by the firm, dry grip of Noah's fist.

Cassie squirmed beneath the white boy. Powell felt proud that he was making
the black girl feel good, but his own pleasure was coming from Noah's hard,
black cock rubbing across that place in his butt that made Powell's prick
jump. The white boy felt his dick getting hotter and bigger, and he knew he
was about to fill the jacket he was pushing into Cassie's slick pussy.

Noah was pumping faster now, while the white boy kept his steady rhythm in
and out of Cassie's cunt. The three teenagers were moaning and grunting, as
their climax approached. Noah saw his sister's body go rigid and heard her
cry out. He felt Powell thrust down and hold his place, and felt the white
boy's tight tunnel clamp around the black boy's cock. Noah drove into
Powell's butt and fell on top of him, gripping his hips as his seed began
to spurt deep inside the hot, white ass.

The trio thrashed and groaned together, until their excitement finally
ebbed. They lay spent, trying to catch their breath. Noah's hands gently
caressed Powell's shoulders, and then his sister's. They all felt a
wonderful sense of peace and contentment.

But not for long.

"Powell!" An authoritative bark echoed through the still night air.

To the three teenagers, frozen in their lewd tableau, it sounded like the
voice of God. Their eyes blinked at the sight of Reverend Arthur Blair,
clad in a long white nightshirt. His hair was in disarray, and he was
glaring as if he were Moses confronted by the golden calf.

"Get up from there," the preacher ordered.

Noah jerked his softening cock from the white boy's butt and sat back on
his heels. Powell scrambled to his feet and faced his irate father. The
sperm filled condom drooped from the white boy's shrinking dick. Behind
him, Powell saw that Cassie had curled herself into a ball on the ground.

"Take that thing off," Reverend Blair commanded.

Powell tugged the loose bag from his wilted prick and dropped the evidence
of his sin onto the grass.

"Where are your clothes?" his father thundered.

Powell's eyes darted around like a frightened rabbit. He saw that Noah was
holding out the white boy's drawers. Powell grabbed them and danced around,
trying to get his legs into them. He stumbled and fell in front of his father.

"Get up," said his father, in a voice subdued by the pitiful condition of
his child.

Powell stood and pulled up his drawers, feeling the dampness from the dew
covered grass where he'd fallen.

"Go to your room, son," said the preacher. "Clean yourself, and get dressed
in your Sunday suit and meet me at the front door."

Noah and Cassie watched them walk away. They shuddered at the thought that
they would have to go inside and tell their mother.

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Chapter 4

Reverend Arthur Blair, also dressed in his Sunday suit, led his son out of
the house. They walked in silence to the church next door, where the older
man opened the door.

Powell followed his father to the front of the church, and sat down in the
first pew. The Reverend made a gesture, and Powell knelt on the floor. The
preacher rested his hands on the head of his errant child, and began to
pray in a loud voice, imploring God and Jesus to forgive his son. Powell's
attention wandered, and he only dimly remembered phrases like "fiery pits
of hell" and "pitchforks of the devil."

When the morning sun began to shine through the stained glass windows, the
two returned to the house. Powell picked at his breakfast, and then excused
himself to get ready for school.

Somehow, Powell made it through the morning without nodding off at his
desk. At noon, he found a spot by himself under a tree and ate the freshly
baked bread with ham and yellow cheese and home-made mayonnaise that Ellen,
the cook, always made for him. Powell had just taken a bite from an apple,
when he saw a younger boy running toward him.

"There was a nigra boy at the gate," the boy panted. "He said to tell you
they was leavin' now."

Powell handed his apple to the surprised boy and ran toward the road.

One of his friends called after him, "Powell! Class is 'bout ready to start."

Ignoring the voice, Powell dashed toward the center of town. When he came
near the train station, he cut over to the street that led to his own
house. Coming toward him, he saw the cook and her two children carrying a
box tied with string and a cardboard suitcase.

Powell stood before them on the sidewalk. "Ellen," he said to the cook,
"I'm sorry."

The woman's eyes flashed, and her palm slapped Powell hard on his cheek.
"Look what y'all done to me, boy," she cried. "Look what y'all done to my
fam'ly."

Powell could think of nothing to say. He felt a tear run down his cheek.
Noah set down the suitcase and stepped forward and wrapped his arms around
the white boy. He squeezed Powell in his firm embrace for a moment, and
then stepped away.

"C'mon," said Ellen, tugging at her son's arm.

Noah picked up the worn suitcase. "Y'all let us go now, Powell," he said.

Tears blurred the white boy's vision and streamed down both his cheeks as
the family brushed past him. "You take care, Noah," he said in a strained
voice. "You too, Cassie," he called as they moved away from him toward the
station.

People looked at Powell strangely, as he made his way toward his home,
tears flowing from his eyes. He paid them no mind. Finding his way around
his house to the back, he pulled himself up and through his own bedroom window.

Powell sat on the bed and unlaced his shoes, and then threw himself face
down onto his pillow. He wept silently until he fell asleep.

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The End.