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    "Maria, come here, let me stroke your pretty body. You are such a
pretty little girl, and you must be a little excited yourself after having
watched all thet adult fun, even if you don't understand what you saw."

    And Maria happily stretched herself out by the pretty lady's side. She
was so happy to be allowed to sit with her father and this lady in bed with
them at this late hour, just like a grown-up.

    And the pretty lady's hand slowly stroked her firm young flesh from
her shoulders to her thighs and back, up and down the torso of her body.

    Beatrice was going along carefully, not really sure how much Roberto
wanted her to do. But he seemed to be enjoying himself, as he poured them
both another glass of wine, and didn't say anything to stop her.

    He just lay back and watched his concubine stroking the undeveloped
flesh of his daughter. The little girl giggled and writhed at first for she was
very ticklish. But the woman's smooth calm strokes seemed to calm the girl,
for after a while she lay very still and simply turned a tlittle when she
wanted some other part of her body to be touched.

    "Do you like that?" asked Beatrice ina low musical voice.

    Maria smiled up at her and nodded her head.

    Her front had been stroked up and down until her little nipples stood
up on end, and then she had turned over on her side so Beatrice stroke
underside of her arm and down her hairless armpit and her side, feeling the
begining of the swell of hips and the dip of a waist.

    Then Maria had turned over on her little belly, and Beatrice had
stroked her back and buttocks and the tops of her thighs.

    After she had stroked her other side and then Maria was on her back
again, Maria opened her legs as she had seen the two women do that night.

    "Look at the little wench, will you?" Beatrice turned to Roberto and
laughred. "I think she wants me to touch her pussy. Do you mind?"

    "No," said Roberto hoarsely. His cock was still limp and he doubted it
would be able to get hard again so soon, for the third time. But the lust he
felt was written clearly on his taut face. He licked his dry lips nervously. He
was fascinated by the picture of this lovely cunt he had just fucked stroking
his boyish virginal daughter.

    Beatrice said, "Well then, move up here a little closer to me honey."
She had done many things for many aristocrats before, but this was the first
time she had been invited to feel the flesh of an eight year old girl.

    She was only mildly turned on by the girl's flesh. Good solid female
curves turned her on, and good hard, long-shafted cock, not passive little
girl flesh.

    But she enjoyed the aesthetic beauty of the child, and she rolled her
hands on the little girl's white thighs and brought her smooth white hand
closer to the little girl's untouched pubis.

    The flap of skin closed over her vagina was thick and white and
smooth. Beatrice put her hand over the hairless mound and let it rest there
for a while, feeling and imparting warmth to the area. After a while she felt
the little girl relax a little. She felt her thighs fall open a little more and as
that happened the vaginal lip muscles relaxed a little too.

    Beatrice decided to take her time and not force the girl at all,
especially since her father didn't seem to want that.

    She just let her palm warm the girl's pussy area for a while longer,
and then she  went back to giving long strokes to the girl's body, retuning
every once in a while, randomly, to the girl's young mound to warm it up
further with her palm.

    Each time she came back to the girl's mound she found the pussy lips
slightly less tightly closed.

    She must have been stroking the girl for almost an hour, all the time
sipping brandy which Roberto kept her glass filled with.

    After an hour's time, of stroking the body and cupping her warm hand
over the girl's mound, Beatrice looked away for a moment to find her glass,
for she really was getting pretty high.

    "Do you have my glass of brandy over there?" she asked Roberto and he
turned away from the sight of the white lenghty body of his little girl to get
his woman her glass.

    "Oh look!" cried Beatrice when she looked back at Maria.

    For after an hour of being stroked and warmed, Maria's thighs had
fallen completly open and her pussy lips had become unstruck. Her pussy
mouth was now staring at them oartially open, and her pussy lips spread
unevenly apart. The slightest hint of moisture gleamed in the small pink
crack.

    "It's like a flower blooming!" Beatrice cried.

    And Roberto said, "Go in!"

    Again, Beatrice proceeded with extreme slowness, afraid to rush
anything. She did not want to spoil the slow blooming of this flower.

    She thorougly wet her third fingertip, her fuck finger on her right
hand and she brought the saliva-moistened fingertip down th the little girl's
newly opened cunt. Again Beatrice just let the moistened fingertip rest
heavily against the girl's opening pussy, without moving the finger tip
around at all and without trying to push it in.

    By this procedure, inabout another half hour, she had the little girl's
pussy expanded widely, and her small pink cunt features were now fully
exposed. Iy had indeed been like the opening of a delicate flower, and the
little girl's pussy was gleaming with moisture from excitement.

    Beatrice again wet her finger between her own lips, tasting the little
girl's sweet flavor, and Beatrice pushed into the young cunt now and felt for
the tip of the little girl's clit.

    She found it and again let the little girl get used to the live wright of
the fingertip against her clit. Again Beatrice did not move around in the
girl's pussy at all, or try to probe into it.

    When she took her finger out, the little girl's pussy was all the way
opened up, the pussy lips totally relaxed and trusting, spread wide apart, the
inner cunt meat pushing out past the lips, the cunt meat inflamed with a
grown-up desire, and the tip of the little clit too just showing its head
while the little girl lay there totally relaxed, while the pretty lady made
her feel these delicious feelings in between her legs where she had never
known any feelings existed before.

    "Enough," said Roberto suddenly sitting up.

    "Young lady, into bed with you. I think you've had all the excitment you
can take for one evening. You've done very well, and we'll keep at it. Beatrice
will practice with you until you can open your little pussy like the way it is
now, right away."

    Maria closed her legs unwillingly, but she went over and kissed her
Papa and the pretty lady prettily, like a good girl, and she picked up her
nightgown and walked back over to her bed in the corner. She felt a wetness
and a sort of bulging between her thighs that made her walk funny and she
could hear the two adults laughing at the trouble she had in walking.

    She didn't let that bother her. Her father had said she had done very
well that night, and she knew if they were laughing at her, they were
laughing at somethin gshe had no control over -- her own inexperience. She
understood their laughter was the privileges the experienced took with the
unexperienced, and she understood that soon enough, she would know what
was funny.

    "And as for you, my little beauty," Roberto turned to his new lady. "You
will spend the night in your master's bed. I fancy feeling your tits all night
against my chest, and your wet cunt against my thigh, and your thighs
wrapped around my leg."

    They giggled as they snuggled down together under the silken sheets,
and Beatrice knew she had it made.

    Senor de Managua and his little daughter Maria ended up staying at the
plantation in the jungle interior of Argentina much longer than they had
originally expected to stay. Originally they had come intending to stay only a
couple of months, but they stayed on for more than a year.

    Maria learned much and changed much in that time. And so did
Beatrice.

    Beatrice learned all about her master-lover's likes and dislikes. And
she played up to them. Though she was only the indentured servant, she had
her eye on much higher positions. She and Roberto were living as man and
wife, and gradually Beatrice took over the role of giving out the orders to
the servants, and, gradually, of directing the whole running of the
plantation.

    For Roberto was lazy, and he trusted Beatrice. He didn't mind having
her making the decisions and running things, for she seemed to take an
interest in such work. He didn't care much about it, as long as his plantation
continued to make a big profit. And Beatrice seemed capable at making that
happen.

    The other servants grumbeld a great deal at having toake orders from
an indentured servant who had been with them for less than a year, but
Roberto ordered them to listen to her, so what choice did they have?

    Beatrice, all along, was hoping Roberto would speak soon of marriage,
but the months slipped by and he never spoke of it, and she was loathe to
bring it up, as if to speak of their relationship would be to break the spell.

    Little Maria, meanwhile, was growing by leaps and bounds in the hot
tropical climate. She ate like a little tiger, she roamed about the plantation
like a little heathen. She climbed trees, ran around with the dogs, and
became as brown as a little coffee bean all over her body. She was the
servants' favorite, for she had a sweet disposition, but actually she was a
very cunning and quiet child, who held her own thoughts for herself.

    She saw everything -- which slaves gave which other certain looks
she had come to recognize which meant they were lovers. She also knew that
the servants and slaves disapproved of what rumored to be her sick
relationship with her father and her father's lover.

    Of course in all the rumors Maria heard, she never heard a scrap of
truth. Everyone assumed that the three of them fucked and sucked each other
until their eyes popped  out, but nothing could be farther fromthe truth.

    First of all, Maria no longer slept in the same room with Beatrice and
Roberto. Beatrice had taken care of that pretty quickly, and maria resented
being thrown of her father's bedroom, but her father ordered it saying it was
better that way.

    But still she was invited in to observe their sexual play pretty
frequently, at least three times a week. And on those occasions, after she
had observed the whole thing frombeginning to end, Beatrice would
"practice" with her on her pussy opening exercices.

    Maria was never fucked by either of them though. Instead, for a whole
year, she was tormented by Beatrice's slow, leaden fingers, simply sitting
in Maria's pussy, testing out Maria's ability to relax, open and close her
pussy around the finger, and the ability to lie still.

    If ever Maria made any move at all to bring her pussy down on the
finger, or to wriggle while the finger lay in her cunt, the finger was
instantly removed and the "practice" was over for the evening. That was the
punishment for being "restless".

     Beatrice herself wondered about the effect this kind of treatment
would have on the girl's sexual life as an adult. But she didn't dwell on it too
much. She really didn't have much of a desire to go any farther with the girl,
and in fact, she would have been quite happy if the girl had caught malaria
and died. But her father seemed to care for her, and he seemed to enjoy
watching his dayghter suffer the torment of a sexual lust which she was not
allowed to fulfill.

    After these practice sessions between Beatrice and Maria, with
Roberto always looking on wordlessly, Maria would be sent back to her room,
on sometimes on very special occasions allowed to stay and watch, while
Roberto made passionate love to Beatrice, turned on by watching the sexual
twitching of his daughter's passion-consumed cunt.

    He had ignited the flame inher cunt too early, and he was refusing to
allow her to extinguish the premature flame. The double torture was making
little Maria run wild all over the plantation and she found that soon she had
to find some way to satisfy herself, or go wild with restless energy.

    One day, a little nubile black slave girl who was fourteen and already
no virgin, happened inon a strange scene a little shack made of banana
leaves on the outskirts of one of the fields.

    Sha had gone in there to lie down and get out of the heat of mid-day,
hoping to escape the notice of her foreman.

    As sh epushed her way into the dim, cooler interior of the little hut
she stopped when she saw that someone was inthere ahead of her. As her
eyes got used to the dim light, she saw Maria, the master's little daughter,
entirely nude, trying, with much frustration, to prop up a banana so that it
would stand on end. Obviously Maria was trying to rig up a standing dildo for
herself. She hadn't noticed the slave girl enter.

    Rena, the slave girl, put her hand up to her mouth and giggled. Rena
was already fully developed with coal-black cone-shaped tits that she oiled
every morning with coconut oil, and a slim waist and curving hips. She
walked around with nothing but a colorful sarong around her waist.

    At the first sound of the giggle, Maria had looked up horrified,
dropping the banana instantly.

    When she saw the slave girl, she relaxed a little.

    "Get out of here," she commanded. She was already quite used to
adopting the masterful tone with her father's slaves.

    The black girl just stood where she was with her hand over her mouth
as if she were attempting to hold back her giggles, but she giggled loud and
clear nonetheless.

    "What's so funny? What are you laughing at?" the little girl demanded
angrily. "I laughing at what you trying to do, and how you trying to do it.
Don't you know a better way?"

    "No I don't," said Maria, crossly, sitting down with discouragement on
the dirt floor. It was too hot to put her clothes on, and anyway, now that the
slave girl had seen her naked and all, what difference did it make. If the girl
ever told anyone what she had seen, Maria could get her in enough trouble
abyhow.

    She couldn't say anything.

    "I mean, yes I do. I do know better ways to do it, but you've got to have
somebody to do it with you. So I figured I'd try it with a banana."

    Maria relaxed and laughed now herself. She expected it had looked
pretty funny, to see her squatting over the reluctant big banana. She looked
at her companion now carefully for the first time, and she looked at the
girl's well-developed oiled globes with envy.

    "What's your name?" Maria asked.

    "I Rena," said the slave girl still giggling behind her hand.

    "Stop giggling, Rena. Maybe we can be friends, and you can come sit
down beside me, but only if you stop giggling. Nobody likes to be laughed at,
you know," said Maria logically. She didn't know how much of what she was
saying was understood by the bush girl, but she felt like talking anyway. It
was sort of nice to have someone almost her own age to talk to. She had
never had a girlfriend her own age before. Or any friend her own age, for that
matter.

    Rena came over and sat down beside Maria and they made a little seat
for both of them out of some straw so they didn't have to sit on the damp
earth.

    "There, now, that's cozy. It's like we have our own little bed," said
Maria. She was trying to size up this little balck girl.

    "How old are you?" she asked.

    Rena didn't understand at first, but through the language of childhood,
they managed to communicate better after a while, with gestures and
intonation more than with words.

    "Did you ever?" said Maria making plunging motions in between her
legs.

    Rena giggled again and nodded yes.

    That made Maria thoughtful. She figured with a developed body like
Rena had, it was not surprising that this girl who seemed to be her own age
had already had sexual intercourse. Maria assumed it was with a man.

    "With who? Which man?" Maria asked. She went over in her mind some
of the male slaves she knew.

    Rena giggled and explained that it was with a slave named Lucas.
Maria didn't know a slave named Lucas. There were so many slaves on her
father's plantation that she still hadn't met them all, and she didn't know
them all by name.

    "We can do it, too," Rena said.

    "Do what?" said Maria startled and then she looked at the slave girl
carefully.

    Rena was grinning and she made long lapping gestures with her tougue
and she pointed first to Maria's crotch and then to her own. She pointed back
and forth between the two girls.

    "You and me," she said with a giggle.

    Maria frowned. She had no desire to do anything she didn't have
control over to the black girl, but she didn't mind the idea of getting some
attention herself down in her torrid zone from this knowledgeable black
girl/woman.

    Maria stared at the black girl as she let her thighs part. Her pussy lips
opened up immediately and her wet hot cunt throbbed open, gleaming and
wet. Maria expected some kind of congratulations from Rena on the way her
pussy was immediately open and wet, for that was what she had been taught
to expect from Beatrice and Roberto's behavior.

    But the black girl didn't even seem to notice how well Maria's pussy
had performed. She seemed to take it for granted.

    Rena sat up in between Maria's thighs, and Maria became very excited.
Finally it was going to happen to her the way she had seen it happen so often
to Beatrice and her father. Finally someone was sitting in between her
thighs!

    Rena's tits were really too luscious to go untouched, and though Maria
had never before experienced any real desire to touch tits, not having any of
her own yet, her hands crept down to cup themselves under Rena's hanging
black fruit.

    Meanwhile Rena lowered her head to Maria's hot pussy and placed her
lips up against Maria's vaginal lips. Then Rena's tongue came out of its lair.
Her tongue was thick and hard and it pushed deep into Maria's pussy.

    Maria groaned with pleasure as, for the first time, she felt the
effects of motion in her cunt. Rena's tongue went in and out slowly for a
long time.

    "Don't stop, don't ever stop!" Maria found herself whispering. And
indeed she felt as if she could spend the rest of her life right here, being
tongued by Rena, the black slave girl.

    Maria realized with a laugh that got lost in a groan of passion, that
she had repeated the same exact words she so often heard her father and
Beatrice exchange: don't stop! But now Maria had repeated the words on her
own, through the voide of her own passion.

    Maria was leaning back on the straw bed now with her eyelids almost
closed when she saw Rena's arm stretch out and pick something up from the
ground.

    Suddenly Maria felt something hard pressing into her cunt beneath the
soft firmness of Rena's tongue.

    Maria opened her eyes and saw that Rena was pressing the unskined
banana into her cunt hole, as she had been trying to do earlier.

    Rena looked up momentarily as she felt Maria's pussy freeze.

    "This going to hurt a little bit, but it necessary. You see," said Rena
with a broad grin on her face.

    Maria lost her virginity in the most gentle of manners. The pressure
of the tough banana point continued to presure her hymen, but all the while
that the banana head poked through her web, Rena kept up a tender tongue
beat on Maria's swollen clit.

    Her clit was so engorged with desire and the licking of Rena's able
tongue in her pussy hole, after so much repressed desire had grown there,
was like the clean sterilized needle that breaks through the inflamed white
skin of a boil, releasing the pent-up irritated pus inside.

    The banana broke through Maria's pussy web and the pain was only like
the mere buzzing of a mosquito around two lovers wrapped up in their
lovemaking, for while Maria's virgin blood flowed down and out of her cunt,
Rena brought the young master's daughter off with her first orgasm, but
sucking relentlessly at Maria's clit.

    Maria extended her legs for one second and for a moment her whole
body went rigid with the pain of the pleasure of her first moment of come.

    Her body stiffened and then relaxed, and it was over.

    Rena lay the bloody banana aside and the two girls embraced, Maria
forgetting for a moment to clasp the black girl's curvascious body to her
own narrow trunk.

    Their tongues met this time and Maria was introduced to her first
real tongue kiss. She felt the lasciviousness of the tongue embrace and she
felt how it stirred her cunt up with renewed desire.

    But she got turned off and disgusted when she felt the black slave girl
rubbing her own inflamed cunt up and down Maria's leg as if Maria's leg were
some kind of dildo.

    "Cut it out!" Maria pulled away.

    Rena lay on the floor looking up at her mistress with embarrassment
and humiliation written across her innocent face.

    "It's all right, come on, sit up, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings,"
Maria pulled her new frined up to sit again beside her.

    She could not help stealing a glance down to the more developed girl's
mound which she had not seen before. Sometime, in the procedure of eating
out Maria, Rena had slipped off her sarong.

    Now Maria could not help staring directly at the black girl's steamy
cunt mound. It was very big and round, like a mound of earth and her tightly
coiled blackl lcunt hair grew right up to the black pussy lips which curled
away from the gleaming wet red center of her parted cunt slash.

    Maria realized that Rena wanted some kind of sexual payment in
return, but she was turned off by the idea of doing to Rena what Rena had
done to her. Also, she felt as the master's daughter, that it was one thing to
get serviced by one of the slaves, but quite another thing, to service a slave
herself.

    "Rena," Maria said, stroking the black girl's hair and feeling how funny
the frizzy texture felt beneath her fingertips. "You have to understand that
I'm different from you. Maybe it doesn't matter. Maybe I'll want to do to you
what you did to me after a while, but I don't want to right now, and I'm not
going to."

    Her eyes were drawn hypnotically back to the black slave gleaming
red slash in the center of her coiled black pussy hair.

    Maria was fascinated by this wound-like looking slit and she looked
down at her own slit to see if it looked that way.

    Maria's cunt was also red, but that was from her cherry's blood. Her
cunt flesh was only pink, she knew she still had a downy patch of a few dark
hairs surrounding her mound.

    Rena seemed to understand that she could not expect the same kind of
treatment from her little white mistress as she had rendered her mistress.

    Rena only giggled behind her hand, as before. She could get whatever
she wanted in that way from any of the males on the plantation, so she
wasn't worried about going sexually unfulfilled. But she was happy because
she had made a friend.

    "You will be my friend? No?" said Maria, a little timidly.

    "You and me, friends, yes!" said Rena proudly.

    And they fell in the hay kissing in the new way, with tongues, to put a
seal on the friendship pact.