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The 1950s were a great time for me and my family, but if you were not a white person back then, your memories of those times may be very different indeed than mine. I grew up more or less on the border where the South meets the Southwest part of the United States, not the Deep South, certainly, but then no part of the United States in those days was what any reasonable person could find as fair to a person of color. In our town, blacks could not eat in a white restaurant, could not go into a white movie house, could not even drink from a white water fountain or use a white restroom. Our town had a segregated black neighborhood with its own black schools. No black person held any public office nor position in the business community. Black people in general were expected to act subservient in public or risk condemnation, for all I knew risk more than that. Looking back on those days, halcyon though they may feel to me, I cannot but feel remorse for the way black people were viewed and treated.
My niece Cheryl's close friend Helen, a pretty little blond-haired girl who grew up on a farm a half mile or so down the road from my house was yet another little girl I loved fucking in my childhood. Cheryl and Helen have remained friends throughout their lives, so I know Helen grew up to become a tall, very lovely lady. When we were aged into our fifties, we had occasion to be at the same social gathering, Cheryl, Helen and I, and I had the opportunity to whisper in Helen's ear, "How about one more roll in the hay?" and we had a good laugh together about the old days growing up.
Helen's mother, Mrs. Gibson, had an old black man she cherished to help around the house with their large vegetable garden, the yard and so on, as well as take care of the barn and farm animals. He cared for the chickens, gathering eggs and cleaning the pen; he milked the cows and tended to them, pasturing and penning as well as keeping their stalls clean; and he kept up with maintenance of the house and outbuildings, mending fences, fixing screen doors and any other chores that needed doing. He was a versatile fellow, capable as needed of carpentering, plumbing, electrical, or whatever other chores were needed. He rarely worked in the fields with Helen's father, but he did work on the farm equipment as needed.
Everyone called him Ned, but to us kids he was always thought of as Old Ned. My guess now is that he must have been around 50 years old when we were kids, which to us was ancient, a thin, wiry man with graying, nappy hair cut short, and an indefatigable pleasant, agreeable disposition always moving slowly with that shuffling gait so characteristic of uneducated, older blacks in those days. Seeing me, he might say, smiling and humbly, something like, "How do, Massa Jimmy. You enjoyin' dis fine summer day?" If little 4-year old Helen asked him something, such as if he knew where she had left her tricycle, he might answer, "Yaz ma'am, Mizz Helen, I seen that back around on d' udder side of da house." He was as subservient a person as he could possibly be. Looking back, I do believe he loved us kids, but also looking back it is hard to imagine the crap he had to take from all of us white people.
Old Ned lived in what can only be called a one-room shack behind the barn. It had electricity for a couple of lamps, running water for a tub and a sink which doubled as a wash basin and kitchen sink, but no bathroom. There was an outhouse behind for his use. Inside, I recall an old iron bedstead, a beaten down dresser with an old, faded mirror above it, a small wooden table, a couple of rickety chairs around the table as well as a rickety old rocking chair he sometimes pulled outside on nice evenings, and a 3- or 4-foot open cabinet in which the sink sat. He was there on the farm before any of us kids were born, and he was still there when we grew up and went our various ways. I never knew him to have any family, although Helen remembers that occasionally he would take off a few days to go back, wherever "back" was, to visit family, and a few times folks whom she thought to be family would drop by to see him. It is amazing how little any of us knew of the man.
One of Helen's earliest memories, when she was 4 or 5, was coming around a corner and encountering Old Ned as he stood peeing. "Whatcha doing, Ned?" she asked, walking up to him.
"Well, Mizz Helen, ol' Ned's taking a leak," he answered with a soft chuckle and bow of the head as he continued to pee.
Standing beside him with her little hand on his leg to get a better view, little Helen saw his incredibly thick and long dick laying across his guiding hand as it spewed out its water to splash against the bottom of the wall. Pointing at it, little Helen looked up at Ned with her gorgeous, light green innocent eyes to ask, "What's that, Ned?"
He chuckled the soft, amiable chuckle we all were so accustomed to and said, "Well, Mizz Helen, thas ol' Ned's fire hose. Hazn't you ever seen a fire hose befo', chile?"
She giggled. "Oh Ned," she protested, "you're teasing me. That's your pee-pee, isn't it?"
Chuckling, he reached down to tussle her pretty, long blond hair and said, "Well, Mizz Helen, don' you think it's too big for a pee-pee? Looks more like a fire hose to ol' Ned." She giggled as he finished peeing, giving it a good shake and then stroking down it a couple of time with his hand wrapped tightly around it to squeeze out the last drops of pee. I watched him do this numerable times so I know exactly what she watched. Then he stood there with it laying across his hand for the little girl to observe.
"Yours is a lot bigger than daddy's," Helen noted. "Can I touch it?"
Chuckling more, he said, "Why shore, Mizz Helen, you can do anything you want, chile," his fingers still stroking her fine, blond hair.
Her little hand reached out to touch, and she began to pet it with her fingers as if it were a cat. Looking back up at Old Ned, she smiled and giggled. "It's warm," she said.
Folding it back into his pants, Old Ned chuckled and picking her up on to his arm he said, "Le's go on in here, Mizz Helen, so's we can sit down an' you can get yo'self a better look." He carried her into the milk stall in the barn and stood her by the milking stool as he undid his pants to pull the huge member back out. Helen remembers standing there in front of the amiable, sweet old black man in her little play dress and seeing this huge black dick swinging in front of her little face.
Sitting down on the stool, his long dick dropping down between his legs, Old Ned picked the little girl up to sit her in his lap. His big hand squeezed her firm little butt cheeks a few times and then he lifted the front of her play dress. "Them's some mighty fine little panties you got on there, Mizz Helen," he said, fingering across the pretty nylon panties.
"You like them?" Helen giggled, wrapping her arm around Old Ned's neck and looking down to watch his fingers caressing them. "I think they're pretty, too."
"Le's see how they feel down here," Old Ned said, pushing his fingers down around her little pussy mound, between her legs, and pressing them up into her little pussy. Massaging it, he said, "Why, Mizz Helen, that feels mighty good to ol' Ned down there. How's it feel to you, chile?"
Helen giggled. "Your hand is warm, Ned," she giggled. "It feels nice."
"Let ol' Ned get a better look," he said, standing her in front of him with her feet on his legs. Letting her hold his shoulders for balance, he tugged her panties down over her little thighs to expose the top of her smooth little slit. "Mmm, chile, that looks mighty nice," he said, pushing his finger into her crotch to stroke the little slit. "Does this feel good to you, honey?" he asked, looking up at the pretty little girl's face.
"Uh-huh," she giggled. "It feels good, Ned. Do it some more," she added, squirming against the stroking finger.
His finger stroked her slit a few more times, and he said, holding both her hips, "Hol' tight, chile, while ol' Ned open his legs a li'l more so's I can get my big ol' finger in there." As he widened his legs, he saw her little clit had swollen, causing the lips of her little slit to part. "Well, looky here, chile," he said, licking his fingertip before touching it to the protruding clit, "yo' li'l button's come peaking out." Chuckling as his finger played back and forth across it, he added, "Now I bet that feels fine for ol' Ned's finger, don't it Mizz Helen?"
The sensation of his finger on her swollen little clit caused Helen to react, wriggling with pleasure. "Oh, that feels good, Ned," she said looking down with her wide green eyes to see his finger on her clit. "What's that your rubbing, Ned?" she asked. "It feels good."
"Why, tha's yo' button, chile," he said with a chuckle, his finger continuing to play with it, circling and pushing and flicking. "You never play with yo' button befo', Mizz Helen?" he asked.
"Unh-unh," she answered, continuing to focus on his fingertip.
Chuckling Old Ned spit on his fingertip before resuming play with the little clit. "Give ol' Ned jus' a minute, honey chile," he said, "an' yo' li'l body is gonna start to feel all warm and tingly all over. You gonna like this feelin', Mizz Helen," as he let his fingertip vibrate against the little clit.
Helen felt her little body begin to flush warm and tremble. "I feel it, Ned," she said, her eyes wide as the feeling of a hot, tingling flash began moving through her, making her little legs shake and body tremble. She squeezed her eyes shut to enjoy the exquisite pleasure of the sensation. After a few seconds the sensation began to diminish, but her legs were too shaky to stand and her knees began to buckle down on to Old Ned. "Wow, I'm all wobbly, Ned," she explained, her upper lip moist with the heat of the experience.
Ned chuckled. "Bet that felt real good, didn't it Mizz Helen?" he asked.
"Yeah," she said, discovering her breath was short.
Old Ned chuckled with glee. "I bet it did feel good," he said. "Now listen up, chile. Ever' night after yo' mammy puts you to bed an' turns out the light, you put your hand in yo' cute li'l panties and do what ol' Ned did to yo' li'l button 'til yo' feels good like that, okay? Then come mornin' you come fin' ol' Ned and tell him how it made you feel, okay?" he asked.
Little Helen giggled. "Okay, I will," she said enthusiastically.
"Good," he chuckled, and standing her up in front of him to pull up her panties, he added with a chuckle, "Now le's see about ol' Ned's fire hose, chile." She looked down between his legs to see his massive member had now swollen to extend all the way down to his knees where it bobbed up and down, the sheer weight of it keeping it from rising further.
Reaching to touch it with her fingers, Helen said with amazement, "Wow, it's really gotten big now, Ned." Wrapping her hand as far around it as it would go, she added, "It feels hot, Ned."
He chuckled, lifting it to hold against his body as he reached down to wrap an arm around little Helen's butt to help her into his lap. "Crawl on up here, chile," he said, "and you can make ol' Ned feel good, too."
As she finished getting up on him, positioning her legs across his lap, he laid the huge dick down across her legs, and she began stroking it with both her hands, her eyes wide and excited as she stared up and down its length. Looking up at Old Ned she asked, "What do you want me to do with it, Ned?"
"Wrap yo' arms around it and give it a big hug, chile, will you do that for ol' Ned?" he said.
She reached her little arms underneath and lifted it, pulling it to her cheek and hugging it tight, and smiled up to Ned. "Like this?" she asked.
Chuckling Old Ned said, "Hold it tighter, chile. Squeeze it into yo' pretty li'l face."
"Like this?" little Helen said excitedly, giggling as her little arms squeezed the giant cock tightly against her body, pressing her pretty little cheek as hard against it as she could.
"Mmm, now yo' makin' ol' Ned feel good, chile," he chuckled, running his fingers through her pretty hair and down her back. He closed his eyes and began rocking her back and forth, feeling the warmth of her little body against his cock. Smiling back down at her, his fingers caressing her pretty little face as little Helen smiled sweetly up to him, he shook his head slowly, softly saying, "Pretty li'l white girl." Pushing his finger between her teeth, he said, "Suck on ol' Ned's finger for a second, honey chile, will you?" Helen wrapped her lips around the finger and sucked it into her mouth. Stroking the finger in and out, Old Ned said, "Yo' sho' is a good li'l white girl, Mizz Helen. You make yo' ol' Ned feel mighty good." As she sucked, he wrapped his big hand around the lower part of his massive cock and stroked it.
After a few minutes of this sweet bliss, he said, "Time for ol' Ned to feel real good now, Mizz Helen," lifting her up to stand on the ground in front of him. "Le's get this play dress off'n you so's we don't make no mess, chile," he said, unbuttoning and pulling her dress over her head. As he reached down to pull her panties off, he said, "Now kick those cute li'l sandals off, chile, we don' wanna be messing those up, either, do we chile?" Helen kicked off her sandals and holding Old Ned's shoulder stepped out of her panties. Lifting her hands to wrap on each side of the big head of his cock, he said, "Now you hol' the fire hose here, Mizz Helen, and point it at yo' li'l tummy while ol' Ned pumps on it like this," he said, beginning to stroke up and down its long length with his hand wrapped tightly around it.
After stroking it a number of times, he said, "Mmm, I feels it comin', Mizz Helen. Now in a minute ol' Ned's fire hose is gonna pump out some hot white stuff, chile, and when it does, it's gonna splash all over yo' li'l chest and tummy, okay? It don't hurt nothin' and it's fun so don' be surprised, okay? You jus' stand there and point ol' Ned's fire hose wherever yo' want it to splash that white stuff on you, pretty li'l girl."
Her eyes wild with excitement as she hopped up and down, staring at the end of the huge cock, little Helen giggled, "Okay, Ned."
A few more strokes of the huge member and Old Ned's eyes rolled up in pleasure as he said, "Okay, chile, get ready 'cuz here she comes." Helen jumped and squealed with delight as Old Ned gave out a moan, a huge load of hot, white cum erupting from the end of his cock to splash all over her chest and tummy. "It's gonna keep coming, chile, so be ready," Old Ned moaned. With a squeal, the next load splashed over her. She looked into the end of the huge cock to see where the cum was coming from, and as she did, another load erupted, splashing the hot white cum all over her face and eyes. Helen squealed with delight, wiping the cum from her eyes as she licked it from her lips. She held it pointed at her face to catch the next load.
After a dozen or so surges, only drops of cum came with each seizure until finally it ended, drops of cum oozing from the end of the cock. Old Ned's wobbling knees lowered him back down on to the stool as he reached to pull the cum-soaked little girl to him. "My goodness, we made a mess of you, Mizz Helen," he chuckled. Using his finger to wipe the cum from her cheeks, he stuck it into her giggling mouth for her to suck off. "We bes' get the garden hose an' wash you good, Mizz Helen, else yo' mammy's gonna be one mad white woman," he chuckled.
The next day when little Helen came looking for Old Ned to play some more, he carried her into his shack of a house where he could lie naked on his bed, his huge member stretched up to his chest, and sat naked little Helen astraddle it, showing her how to rub her little pussy along it until she orgasmed before lying her down on him, his hands cupped around her butt cheeks to use the weight of her little body to masturbate himself, standing her up beside the bed to splash another huge load of cum all over the giggling little girl's face and body.
This went on daily for several weeks before Helen's mother began to notice the little girl disappearing with Old Ned every day. The following day, she waited until they were out of sight before going to look for them. Opening the screen door to Old Ned's shack and stepping inside, she beheld her naked little daughter lying on top of a naked Old Ned, seeing immediately what they were doing. In a rage, she stamped her foot down and pointing her shaking finger at Helen, screamed, "You get dressed and get to your room this instant, young lady. You and I are going to have a talk." As Helen grabbed her clothes and ran out the door, her mother turned her attention to Old Ned, still lying naked on the bed in fear, his huge member shrunk back to probably no more than a foot or so as it lay sprawled across his belly. Catching her breath as she looked down at his cock, she shook her head to clear it and said, "I cannot believe this, Ned." Again she shook her head, stammering, "After all these years...," her voice drifting off. Coming back to him, she said, "You get dressed at once and come into the house. We need to have a talk, Ned." She turned on her heel and stamped back toward the house.
After a short while, the back screen door opened and Old Ned came shuffling into the kitchen. Helen's mother pointed for him to sit at the kitchen table as she moved the chair to the left of the small table around to face him and sat down. "Now Ned," she began, "I understand that you have lived alone many years here, and I understand how you men are. But I simply cannot have you playing with my daughter like that, and you know that, don't you?"
Staring at his hands in his lap, Old Ned replied meekly, "Yas ma'am, I knows that."
"You have always been a good man and I have always trusted you and you have never disappointed me until now." Tears had begun to flow down her face as she sniffled and continued, "Now, we're not going to tell Mr. Gibson about this, because I am afraid of what he might do to you, do you understand me?"
His head still bent down toward his hands, Old Ned replied softly, "Yas ma'am, I sho' 'nuff understands that."
Still sniffing, she said, "Now Ned, I want you to promise me you will not use my little daughter anymore to relieve yourself. Will you promise me?"
"Yas Mizz Wanda, I promises," Old Ned said earnestly.
"Good," she said. "Now you go on back out, and we will not speak of this again."
And that was the end of it. This happened in the late 1940s, and in the '40s and '50s, on through the '60s and '70s, sex was simply not considered the issue it was to become today.
After Helen began school and made friends with my niece Cheryl, it was not long before they began having sleepovers with one another, and it was not long after that that Helen cornered Old Ned and told him to show his huge member to Cheryl. He complied, perhaps in part because he liked showing them but also because black people did what white people told them to do, even very young white people. And of course, Cheryl wanted her turn at sitting astride Old Ned's massive swollen cock as he lay on his back in his shack once more. If Mrs. Gibson knew the girls were playing with Old Ned again, which I cannot help but think she did since it went on for years, she never said anything.
Of course, Lexi and I soon became aware of Old Ned's huge member and went to see for ourselves. Before too long it occurred to us to take Old Ned to town, and one Sunday afternoon we told Old Ned to come into town with us.
I knocked on Miss Ida's back door, Lexi, Cheryl, Helen and Old Ned standing behind me, and she answered with a smile before seeing Old Ned standing behind us, bringing a quizzical look to her face as she stood staring open mouthed at him, her hand resting on the chest of her house dress. I asked if she knew the Gibson's black man, Old Ned, which of course she did not. "We need to clean him up, Miss Ida," I said, walking past her into the house, "so we need to use your bathroom."
We had all started up the stairs when Miss Ida recovered from her initial shock and caught up with us. "Oh no, children," she said, "this will not do. You will have to find somewhere else for this man."
Continuing on to the top of the stairs and heading toward the bathroom, I said back over my shoulder, "There is no other place, Miss Ida. Come show us where everything is."
The girls began undressing Old Ned as I started filling the tub. Miss Ida stood there looking totally flustered and bewildered, and when the girls pulled down Old Ned's pants and drawers, her fingers flew to her cheeks flushing bright red. "Oh my heavens," she muttered, her eyes transfixed on his huge member.
Chattering and giggling the girls pushed him over to step inside the tub and soon they had him sitting there as they lathered and scrubbed him from head to toe. Standing to use a pan to rinse the soap from his body, Miss Ida could see that the huge dick had lengthened and thickened even more in the tub, and she muttered yet again, "Oh my."
"Me and Helen can dry him," I said. "Lexi, why don't you and Cheryl take Miss Ida into her room" Miss Ida was stumbling as the two little giggling girls tugged at her arms, pulling her toward her room.
"Isn't it huge, Miss Ida?" Lexi said, leading her over to sit her on her bed. Miss Ida sat down, her face showing the total shock of the events going on around her. She was one dazed, confused lady, managing only a stammer in answer.
"God, I can't imagine," Cheryl giggled as both girls hopped on to the bed to literally drag Miss Ida up with them. As they pushed her head down on to the pillows and pulled her body around to lie up and down the bed, Cheryl added, giggling wickedly, "I bet even those big, fat negro mammies look twice when he drops his pants, huh?" Both girls collapsed on top of Miss Ida giggling.
Both girls stretched out along the top of Miss Ida, Lexi pressing her lips to her ear to say in her sultry hot, sexy little girl voice, "You know what we do, Miss Ida?" as her fingers undid a button over the chest of her house dress to slide her hand inside and crush her fingers into a breast and begin massaging. "We sit on top of that huge cock and rub our pussies back and forth on it 'til we cum." She giggled and looked over at Cheryl. "Don't we, Cheryl?"
"Uh-huh, we do," Cheryl said, reaching down to cup her hand around the mound of Miss Ida's crotch under the house dress, digging her fingers into her pussy. "You know what else, Miss Ida?" she added. Undoing the buttons at the waist of the house dress, she continued, giggling away, "We lie down on it and wrap our arms around it while he pulls us up and down to jack off." Working her hand inside and under Miss Ida's panties for her fingers to wrap around the mound and sink into her slit to find her clit, she added, still giggling, "Don't we, Lexi?" Her fingers massaged Miss Ida's swelling clit, dipping down into her wide, wet slit for the slippery wetness and returning to massage more.
"Yeah," Lexi agreed, finishing unbuttoning the house dress and spreading it back to reveal Miss Ida's fancy lace bra and nylon panties. Crawling on top of her, Lexi pushed her arms underneath Miss Ida's body from each side to unhook the bra, bringing her cheeks down to press against Miss Ida's as she reached under. "Then he stands us up and rubs his huge cock with his hand until it squirts cum all over our naked bodies. It is s-o-o-o sexy, Miss Ida," Lexi said in a sexy purr. Pulling the ends of the unhooked bra out, she began to slip them down from Miss Ida's shoulders, whispering, "It makes me feel s-o-o-o sexy, mommy," pressing her lips against Miss Ida's, her tongue entering inside her mouth to begin play as she slipped the bra on off her arms to toss it aside, her hands returning to crush into the big breasts, massaging deep into them.
Miss Ida was still in a state of shock, but her body was responding to the girls' attentions. Cheryl had removed her panties and was kissing all over Miss Ida's lower tummy, her shoulders and arms nestling into her as her fingers worked her clit and soaking wet slit. Lexi dropped her elbows down beside Miss Ida's head to lift herself and smile down on the lady's glazed eyes. "You love your little girls, don't you mommy?" she cooed. Kissing her nose and cheeks and all over her face as she looked lovingly down on Miss Ida, Lexi spoke down to Cheryl, "Make mommy feel good, Cheryl." In a few seconds her groan told Lexi that Cheryl had spread her legs and sunk her fist and arm inside Miss Ida's gaping pussy and began to fuck. Lexi smiled down her gorgeous little girl smile and said sweetly, "Mommy loves for her little girls to fuck her, don't you mommy?" Miss Ida continued to stare blankly up into Lexi's eyes as she moaned softly with each deep thrust, her deep breaths in rhythm with Cheryl's arm inside her. "Doesn't it feel good, mommy?" Lexi asked, her fingertips caressing Miss Ida's face. "Doesn't it feel good, mommy?" she repeated.
"Mmm, yes dear," Miss Ida was finally able to mutter, her body hot and sweaty now. Lexi could feel her hips moving with Cheryl's thrusts as she glanced over to see Helen and I had led a naked Old Ned to beside the bed to watch. Looking down Lexi watched Old Ned's massive swollen cock standing out in front of him, pulsing as his heart pushed blood into it. "Look mommy," Lexi's sexy little girl voice purred, pushing Miss Ida's head over so she could see Old Ned. "Look what your little girls have brought mommy."
Miss Ida's eyes began to widen as she realized what was happening to her. "Oh my, girls," she stammered quietly, struggling to sit up. Lexi and Cheryl stayed in place as Helen and I led Old Ned up to the top of the bed to lay the huge cock on top near Miss Ida's face. "No, no, girls," she said, struggling hard to get up. Trying to laugh, she added, "It is too big, girls, you can see that."
Helen and I had hopped on the bed and were pulling Old Ned up on to it as Lexi stroked Miss Ida's struggling red face with her hands. "Just relax, mommy," she cooed. "You let your little girls help mommy feel good." We had Old Ned stretched out beside her, his cock flopped all the way over her tummy as Cheryl continued to fuck her with her arm.
"Pull out now and hold her leg open, Cheryl," I said, adding to Helen, "you hold her other leg," and pushed Old Ned over on top. As he rolled between her legs, Old Ned lifted himself up and took hold of the huge cock to guide it toward her yawning gap.
Miss Ida was frantically trying to push him back, her arms flailing around Lexi's body still lying on her chest, her legs kicking as Helen and Cheryl hung on tightly, pulling her knees apart. "No. girls," Miss Ida said, in total panic now. "You have to stop this, girls. I can't take that," she said, her eyes wide with fear as she tried strained her head over to see down past Lexi. I moved around behind Old Ned and with my hands on his butt, shoved him hard into her and she screamed in pain as the thick shaft sunk inside her pussy.
She was still screaming through Lexi's muffling hand as Old Ned began to pump the cock into her. Gradually the screams turned into loud muffled gasps as the pumping continued and as her loudness abated, Lexi removed her hand from her mouth to hear her gasps with each thrust. "What does it feel like, mommy?" Lexi asked.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god" Miss Ida panted in rhythm with the thrusts.
"Mmm, I gots to cum," Old Ned suddenly groaned.
"No, no, stop!" I screamed. "Don't move anymore, Ned," I said. "Wait until you settle down. Just calm down, okay?" Old Ned was sweating, frozen in place, and breathing hard, his eyes glazed. After several seconds had passed, he licked his lips and glanced over at me. Nodding his head, we knew he had brought his orgasm under control. "Can you hold it like that?" I asked. He nodded yes. I looked up at Lexi, and we all breathed a sigh of relief. That would have been entirely too fast.
I looked up at Lexi, and she looked down at Miss Ida. "How does it feel mommy?" she asked sweetly. "Tell your little girls how it feels to have his huge cock in your pussy."
Miss Ida stared at the ceiling. "It's too much," she panted, her chest heaving. "It fills me up."
"Get her hot again, girls," I said. Lexi brought her head down and began kissing her face and whispering dirty talk into her ear as Cheryl came up to work her breasts and brought Lexi's face around so the two of them could tongue fuck over Miss Ida. They knew watching them would turn her on, which gave me an idea.
Pulling off my clothes, I pulled off Helen's panties and play dress, and pulling down Miss Ida's arm, I had Helen lie her head down into the crook of her arm and pulled it up around Helen. Lying down on top of Helen, I pushed my cock inside what I knew would be a totally wet and slippery pussy and began to fuck. Lexi glanced over and said, "Look, mommy, your little boy is fucking your nasty little girl. Do you see him fucking your nasty little cunt of a girl, mommy?" she asked, pushing Miss Ida's head over to see her arm was wrapped around Helen's little shoulders, Helen's little hips tight up against her as they bucked up and down fucking.
I was tongue fucking Helen, and because we were already as hot as could be from watching Old Ned's cock entering Miss Ida it was not long before our orgasms rose. Glancing, I could see lust in Miss Ida's eyes as she watched us fuck. "What do you want your nasty little girl to do, mommy?" Lexi whispered in her ear. "Tell your girl what mommy wants her to do." Helen's hot eyes looked at Miss Ida, feeling her arm tightening around her shoulders.. Her little hips were bucking hard into me and I could feel from the heat of her pussy she was about to go over, and I knew I was.
Helen's face was sweating as she looked with her innocent green little girl eyes into Miss Ida's. "He's fucking me, mommy," she said in her innocent little girl voice, panting in rhythm with my thrusting cock. "Uncle Jimmy is fucking me, mommy."
Miss Ida's eyes were hot now as she pulled Helen closer. "Fuck, baby," she whispered into her ear, lust dripping from her words. "Fuck him, my nasty little cunt. Fuck him good, my baby whore. Cum for mommy, darling little cunt."
Hearing a grown lady talking to her like that sent Helen over the top, a loud moan catching in her throat as her eyes squeezed shut and her body rose up shaking and trembling; she screamed as the orgasm's first spasm seized her. My back arched up as I followed her into orgasm. "That's my good little girl," Miss Ida purred, holding Helen close as wave after wave of the orgasm lifted her back up into tension as it passed through her little body. "Show mommy what a big orgasm her little girl has, baby," Miss Ida cooed, "show mommy, baby," as her hot eyes followed Helen's shuddering little body. "Oh my, does it feel good to my little baby, my darling little whore?"
Helen and I collapsed, trying to catch our breath. I looked up to see Old Ned still frozen in place, his chin high with his eyes shut, his hands in place on Miss Ida's hips. Swallowing hard, I caught my breath enough to say, "Okay, Ned, she's ready now. Fuck her good." He looked down at me as I continued, "Lexi, you and Cheryl can get off her now, she wants it." Looking at Miss Ida, I smiled and said, "Mommy's going to fuck for us now, aren't you mommy? Mommy's going to show her nasty little children how to fuck the big old nasty cock, aren't you, mommy?"
Lust dripped from Miss Ida's eyes as she looked at me. Lexi rolled off her chest, and Miss Ida could now look down to see the huge cock beginning to sink down deep into her cunt as Old Ned lifted her hips to meet it. A long "Ah-h-h-h" came from her throat as it pushed further and further into her hot, slippery cunt, and the sound was pure lust. Old Ned pulled it slowly back out, bending his hips further and further back as more and more of the long shaft came into view before reversing to sink back down inside her. Miss Ida's head had lifted from the pillows to watch the cock, and Lexi reached behind her to pull the pillows into her neck so she would be comfortable as she fucked. Kissing her cheek, Lexi said, "Is that better mommy?"
Our eyes were all mesmerized as we watched the long, thick black cock sink slowly down inside her and come back up. "Tell us what it feels like, mommy?" Lexi asked. "We want to know."
"Mmm, it fills me up," Miss Ida moaned as the cock sunk deeper.
"Is it okay?" Lexi asked. "Does mommy feel good?"
"Ahh, yes child," Miss Ida sighed, her lustful eyes fixed on the cock coming back out of her. "Mommy feels good."
I looked up to see Old Ned's wild eyes looking down to watch his massive cock sinking into this white lady. "Is it good, Ned?" I asked.
"Mmm," he groaned. "This some good pussy this white lady got," he said earnestly. He began to fuck faster, but with its size there was no way to fuck fast. The cock was too long, too thick.
The increased speed obviously was effecting Miss Ida, though. Her eyes were widening with even more lust as she watched it, and her trembling, shaking body was covered in hot sweat. I crawled up her ear opposite Lexi and took her breast in my hand, crushing and pulling it, motioning for Lexi to do the other one. "Is mommy going to cum?" I whispered. "Is mommy going to cum for her babies?"
"Oh yes, darling," she moaned, her breath panting as her eyes stared at the big, fucking black cock, her tongue tip circling her dry lips. "Mommy is about to cum soon," she panted.
I took her hand in mine, motioning for Lexi to take the other, and we clasped her hands tightly in ours. Helen curled around her head, gently wiping the sweat from her brow and eyes. We watched the massive cock sink into her a couple more times as her eyes remained fixed on it,growing wider with each thrust as her breath quickened. I felt her hand begin to clasp tighter and tighter as her body began rising in anticipation. She was about to blow. "Cum, mommy. Cum for your babies, mommy. Nasty cunt mommy, aren't you mommy? Show your little girls what a nasty, fucking whore mommy is." Speaking louder, I commanded, "Cum, mommy. Cum for your little whores. Show your little cunt girls how their fucking mommy cums now."
Miss Ida's body shuddered violently as her breath caught and a low, lust filled moan begin to arise from deep in her throat. "Ah-h-h-h!" the sound came, rising higher and louder until she was screaming as she went over into orgasm, shaking so violently her body jumped clear of the bed. The sound lowered a second before she gasped air and her scream came back up again with the next spasm seizing her. Over and over and over the spasms brought her up into violent seizure and screams. None of us kids had ever seen an orgasm this violent, and we were bouncing all over the bed as we watched in fascination.
A noise from above brought our attention to Old Ned as he bellowed out a loud, "Ugh-h-h!" his back arching back and eyes rolling up as he sank the huge cock down to the hilt inside Miss Ida and held it there, his head and body shaking wildly as cum surged out of the cock to fill her. We watched in fascination as he spasmed and surged load after load into her.
They must have had 15 to 20 orgasmic seizures each before they fell back. We could see the whites of Miss Ida's eyes as she lay gasping, totally limp. Old Ned had fallen over her body, his eyes locked in a blank stare as his head lay there, chest heaving. We watched them in amazement. I wondered if they would need an ambulance.
We kids sat quietly on the bed watching them, the girls gently caring for Miss Ida, using tissues to take her sweat and soothing her. Gradually Miss Ida regained composure until at last she rolled back on to her back, her breaths now coming in deep sobs from within her chest. "Good job, mommy!" Lexi giggled, and we all broke down in laughter.
Old Ned had managed to sit back on his haunches, half of his big cock still resting inside Miss Ida's cunt. I reached down to feel its flaccidity where it disappeared inside her; it felt spongy and soft. Looking up at him, I smiled, and he smiled back at me, his hand reaching to ruffle my hair. "Good fuck, huh Ned?" I asked.
His soft chuckle returned. "Yassir," he said. "This white lady got a mighty fine pussy on her, yassir."
I laughed as the girls convulsed in giggles at his comments. Looking up, I saw Miss Ida suppressing a little laugh. Back to Old Ned, I asked, "Think you got another fuck in you, Ned?"
Old Ned chuckled softly again, shaking his old head. "Well, massa Jimmy," he said, "if you can give me a little time, I sho' would like to try her again. Yassir, I sho' would."
I laughed, saying "We got the time, Ned." Looking up to Miss Ida, I asked, "We've got time to go again, don't we, Miss Ida?"
Miss Ida looked at me, blinking her eyes. Looking down, she blushed and said, "Well, I suppose there is no hurry, children."
From then on, every couple of weeks or so, Old Ned would show up at Miss Ida's backdoor, and she would discretely let him in. Every once in awhile, though, we kids would want to show one of our friends his huge member, and Old Ned would always graciously oblige us.
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