(NOTE: This is the thirteenth part of the Ballad of Emily Jeffers, a seemingly naive and clueless woman for whom sex comes naturally, and sexual manipulation by others is her entire life. In this chapter, Lawton buys a little Black whore he's set to break in to serve local cock. It's a sidebar story and will be followed by the Emily Jeffers conclusion. It's a story, and as such all characters are fictitious. Even so, those fictitious characters are all 18 years old and older.)
Jenna, the little Black girl who wanted to be a whore, didn't really want to be a whore. She told me that at the biddin' of her jealous mother. At least that was the story I got long after I'd bought her and she'd been workin' for quite some time. Some of the Black cock fuckin' Ms. Jeffers said her folks needed money or wanted money, and one less mouth to feed would put them in a better financial position. They wanted a big wad of cash and they had five other kids, so they'd hardly miss her.
Jenna had been accepted at a number of universities and wanted to be a vet. She would have been a symbol of hope and a role model for other young Black women, but as is the custom almost everywhere, lettin' a Black woman be more than just somethin' to fuck and dump cum in isn't a priority. In fact, it's frowned on mostly.
I didn't know any of that at the time. I'd gone to talk to Pastor Brown about buyin' Jenna and makin' some money offa her pussy. The pastor told me her body was pretty ripe for the pickin' and there'd be no problem whorin' her out. If everyone figured she was a whore, she probably was a whore.
"Well, it's her age. She's all hormones and wet pussy and tingly nipples. You want me to try her out some, Lawton," the old Black Reverand asked me. "I know her folks. I expect I can get her in for a talk on the Bible and proceed from there. She's a tiny thing, though. But her folks are strong believers in the Good Book and Miss Jenna looks ready for bein' rode and broke in to servicin' cock. Might be that's God's callin' for her. In fact, I expect that's exactly it."
"I'd sure appreciate that, Sir," I said, notin' he'd get ten percent -- for church purposes -- of what her pussy earned. "I just bought a used-up whore over in Haler City and done went through most of my savin's on that deal, so I'm not sure how I'd swing gettin' another one so soon. But I'm gonna talk to Mr. Harper and see if he'd loan me the cash 'til I could pay him back. Maybe take a percentage or somethin'."
Pastor Brown wasn't finished, and maybe to help me decide, he said Miss Jenna had been causin' men at the church to step real close to givin' into temptation and causin' adultery.
"I look out from the pulpit every Sunday and see Miss Jenna sittin' there all prim and proper in that thin little dress not knowin' she's made every cock in that congregation as solid as that silver cross on the communion table," he said. "Iffin' you can't see that little poke of her nipples through that material, you can surely see the shape of her little mound iffin she moves a certain way. I know we got sinners and all, but no need to put ripe little Jenna in front of them to entice them to have carnal desires and act unfaithful outsidea their weddin' vows."
He said turnin' Jenna into a whore would probably be the best thing for his church. His ability to rationalize was second only to his need for young pussy.
"Them men want to try her out, maybe take her for a ride or ten, well, they can do that at your place, Lawton," he said. "I'd stop by a time or two myself."
I'd got Doc Egerton to set Jenna up with birth control in the meantime, knowin' some of the local boys were probably ridin' her some and her maybe not understandin' the risks of gettin' knocked up. Sometimes the urge to fuck in a woman overrides any abundance of caution, especially in a whore.
"Wendell will look after you, Lawton," The pastor said, in reference to Mr. Harper. "Let him take her for a ride now and then, maybe loan her out to him some. If anybody knows about whores, it's Wendell Harper."
Somethin' else he told me. Jenna's real name wasn't Jenna, it was Gentle. Jenna was just a nickname.
A few weeks later, Pastor Brown dropped in to fuck Ms. Jeffers and while he was huffin' and puffin' as he rode her like a dog, he mentioned 'Miss Jenna' still needed some breakin' in.
"I rode her a bunch of times, Lawton," he said. "She ain't never in the mood when she starts. Fact is, she gets tearful and it takes a might to get her panties off her little black snatch, but she squeals like a little pig by the time you finish up dumpin' seed in her little pink hole. But she needs a lot of ridin', son. She don't seem all that interested."
Of course, the real reason she seemed hesitant to fuck the local pastor was probably that Miss Jenna didn't want to be a whore, had plans to go to school, and someday make a contribution to society, meet a man who loved her, and raise a family. But the only things that would come true were makin' a contribution to society and meetin' men. And she would meet a lot of men and contribute to their carnal pleasure.
Pastor Brown finished in Ms. Jeffers, who fell forward on the bed, the minister's copious jism spillin' out of her baby hole. She was a sight, and I knew I was gonna slide into her once the pastor left.
"Maybe she ain't a whore, Lawton," Ms. Jeffers said. "Maybe she ain't."
Ms. Jeffers rolled over on her side, her big tits bobbin' and the pastor's cum now tricklin' out of her big, swollen pussy and down the front of her leg. She was a sight I never got tired of no matter how many times I fucked her. She didn't want to be a whore either, but now she got rode a dozen times a day and couldn't wait for the next cock. I expected Jenna would be like that. It all depended on the trainin' and Doc's ministrations.
"I expect she just doesn't know she's a whore," the pastor said. "Sometimes they gotta be rode until they realize what they was meant for. Jenna's got a tight little cunt, and once she's got a cock up in her, the juices start to flow and she starts to moan. Takes a bit, but maybe with Doc givin' her them 'vitamins' and such, she'll come around soon enough."
Doc was fuckin' her as well, gearin' her up to be a whore. Pastor Brown had brought Doc into one of his Bible studies with Miss Jenna and they'd doctored her up and rode her most of an afternoon, one in her mouth and one in her pink gash, then switchin' places, pumpin' their baby seed into her, and then switch places again.
"She was stretched out good," Doc said. "That little pussy's gonna adjust to what it's meant for just fine. And while she's been reluctant takin' cock in her mouth, she's catchin' on. I'd put her on a strict trainin' program if I was you, Lawton. You just gotta rewire her brain some so as bein' fucked day in and day out just seems natural."
Mr. Harper was more than willin' to advance me the cash to buy Miss Jenna from her folks. I'd took off work the day I handed them the money. We'd struck a deal on seven thousand cash and her folks would get ten percent of what I made offa her cunt the first year. Mr. Harper got another ten percent for the first year, and Pastor Brown got 10 percent for the first year.
I was waitin' for their arrival and heard a truck roll up and scrunch on the gravel. I looked out and saw her folks, maybe early 40s, get out from each side and then the mama reached in and took Miss Jenna by the arm and pulled her out. They was on the other side of the truck, so I didn't realize at first she was naked, her little tits a bit fuller than I remembered, and her nipples all swoll up from bein' sucked on and bit.
Her little pussy mound was now shaved clean and I could tell she'd been pretty active spreadin' her legs since I'd seen her last. I suspected Doc's 'vitamins' was helpin' fill her out some, 'cause the sharp hip bones and ribs was now gentle curves. She might be a comfortable ride after all.
