The Bigot
1904 Crawling Rock, Louisiana.
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Mae Jones raked her hands together removing flour from her palms. She stretched her arms and then proceeded to knead the dough, pausing when she heard a small knock at the window. She looked to see no one there and shrugged it off to be the wind. Then she heard a familiar cat-call whistle and looked up in surprise. There stood every bit of beauty at her doorway.
With blushing cheeks, Mae beamed at her friend, Tish. Her attire was masculine with baggy britches and an oversized shirt, unfitting to her small frame.
Tish was mixed race and held a charm in her features with thick lashes covering her bright eyes. Her dark messy curls spilled over her shoulders in a flattering manner that Mae couldn't ignore.
"Are you making my bread, woman?" Tish deepened her voice, "You better hurry up and make me a sandwich."
Mae giggled and removed her apron, "What are you doing here, Tishy?"
"I'm bored." Tish shrugged and admired the different pots and pans scattered around the kitchen, "I wanna go do something fun."
"Like what?"
"I don't know," she shrugged but gazed longingly down her frame, "we could play a game."
Mae bit her lip while arousal caused her cheeks to blush, "Come on," she whispered.
Tugging her arm, Mae dragged her, tiptoeing into the hallway. She passed her father's room and glanced at it to ensure he was asleep.
Once inside the small enclosure, Mae closed the door. She watched Tish roost on her bed, and hurry out of her pants.
Mae eyed her with craving while her mouth watered for a taste.
Spreading her legs, Tish teased her nature. She examined the passionate look in her expression as she knelt in front of her. This was merely a game to Tish, who giggled.
However, Mae held a fascination with women, specifically this one. She gradually pulled up the baggie shirt, revealing her toned stomach. Mae peppered kisses toward her bare mound and she purred from the anticipation.
"Uhm," Tish softly chimed, "Hurry up and lick me and I'll do you after."
Tish felt her chest ablaze from Mae's teasing kisses. Her clit was poking and quivering from her warm breath.
"Lick it, lick it," she shuddered, widening her thighs.
Mae kissed each yellow-hued flesh before rolling her tongue across her pussy lips.
"Go inside," Tish urged, using two fingers to separate her folds, "Lick right there, Mae."
Mae flicked her tongue across her clit, sending her back into her hard bed with a creak. The creaking increased with her tongue flaps and Tish humped against her greedy mouth. She palmed her scalp sending her deeper into her folds.
"Mm, yeah, just like that." Tish sounded in a rasp, jerking her hips for more, "Lick me. Lick me, uhm...."
Mae slurped at her pleasure button.
Quickly, Tish covered her mouth and rocked harder feeling the start of something. She was unphased by the sounds she made on the old bed. She focused on keeping her moans at bay.
Before her peak to ultimate pleasure, Mae broke widening her eyes, "Did you hear something?"
Tish shook her head and nudged her blonde hair back toward her flower. But Mae backed up and hurried to the door, holding her ear against the grain.
"Dammit to hell, It's Robby," she said in a whisper before his loud voice broke her into a jump.
"Mae!"
"Oh, no, no." Mae paced and looked for Tish a way out of the house. The windows had been boarded up since the last large storm a few years ago and they were stuck.
The door swung open but he merely stared toward Tish with amazement. She had grown up from the little girl she used to be and 18 held an adorable face and stunning frame.
Mae was too stunned to think of a lie. She looked toward her brother with pleading eyes, "I'm sorry."
"What is she doing here?" Robby finally asked, scanning the soft freckles on her tanned cheeks.
"Um..."
"I came to apologize?" Tish spoke in a whisper, "For my Daddy. For distracting my Daddy the other day when I came to see him in the field. He told me to come and say I was sorry again."
Tish eyed his strong features with fear praying he bought the con. Instead of hiding from his wrath, she hurried toward him.
"Sorry," she whispered before sliding past his bulky frame toward the kitchen.
Mae was on her heels and caught up with her as she hurried toward the forest.
"Good Golly, girl," Mae chuckled, "I thought he was going to beat us."
Tish turned to face her with a grimace, "he better never lay a hand on me, I know that much."
Her heart pounded from the close call and she hurried back onto the broken path.
"Where are you going?" Mae asked.
"Home."
"Why?"
"My mama tried to warn me. But I wouldn't listen. I know when I am not welcomed."
"But when will we play?"
"I guess you'll have to come on my side," she shrugged, "I like playing with you but, I ain't risking it anymore."
Tish turned to walk away and bumped into Pip's large chest. She screamed, causing Mae to gasp in surprise.
"Fuck!" Tish screamed, and instinctively pushed his hard stomach, "You can't go around scaring folks like that."
"Relax, little firecracker," Pip sounded in a coo, touching her chin, "where are you two running off to?"
"Robby caught Tish in the house and she's scared to-"
"I ain't scared of nothing!" Tish barked, "Your brother is scared of us."
Pip and Mae gave each other a common look and shrugged off her opinion.
"Let me handle her," Mae told Pip and hurried to follow her short strides off to the colored side of the lake.
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The meadow reflected lime green from the overhead sun. A short cloud that had passed on caused the sky to appear as blue as a fairy tale. Behind the clearing stood tall trees that gave off a minor breeze.
The sun's rough glow caused a damp sheen on Tish's tanned arms. Her tits flopped as she ran toward the clear blue lake in the distance.
"Wait for me!" Tish squealed.
When she caught up with Mae, she pulled at her hand, slowing her down. Together, they reached the large body of freshwater. Mae pulled away and lifted her dress above her head. She stood stark naked, her pale white skin a contrast to her friend's caramel tone. Her pink nipples hardened from a slight breeze when she looked toward her.
Tish removed her slacks, revealing a neat brown bush on her mound. Giggling she reached up high to unleash her top and expose her milk chocolate nipples.
Mae reached around her waist, dragging her toward her with a strength that startled Tish.
"I can't believe you followed me out here," Tish giggled.
"I want to lick you again," Mae whispered, "I like playing with you."
"Why do you like playing with me so much?"
Instead of confessing her fondness, Mae expressed her longing with a passionate kiss. Tish fell into it like she always did. Her womanly urges were sometimes best cured by a woman's touch.
Tish slid her palms over her soft ass and broke her kiss to giggle.
"Come on. Let's jump."
Mae knew in the water the two could explore each other in the most intimate ways. Hand and hand they braced themselves before leaping into the cool lake. The water's chill soothed the burning sun and put a bigger smile on their faces.
Mae splashed water on Tish. She returned the favor, in turn starting a competitive streak in the two young women. Both were giggling so hard they had not noticed the tall shadowy figure by the bank watching their tease. Inching closer, Tish prepared for another kiss. Before their lips met, they heard a loud stern voice.
"Ecia Mae Jones!" Her eldest brother Robby shouted over their fervor, "Get your ass on home before I tell Daddy which side of the lake you decided you want to play in."
Tish backed down into the water and eyed her friend's brother with fear. His beard was neater than before but still hung low down his neck. His brown-haired arms were beefy provided by years of hard labor. He was the burlest man in town save for her four other brothers.
Mae received a pop to her bare ass as she rushed past him to grab her dress.
"I was just swimmin' Robby."
"I don't give a damn. You know you ain't supposed to be on this side." he countered, before centering his eyes back on the tanned beauty, her head peeking from water.
Tish had every reason to be afraid. Rough and rowdy, the Jones men and boys alike were feared across the state of Louisiana and at times dipped their wild antics into Mississippi.
Robby was no exception. His unbuttoned collared shirt revealed a thick hair streak running from his neck to his crotch. It covered the deep scar on his rib cage.
His family's rage was notorious in the area. Although Robby had battle scars from war most came from unruly brawls in small taverns across the lake. The slash running across his chest had just healed to a bumpy finish. He had received the cut from a young man only last week. The man foolish enough to mess with the Jones clan was no longer breathing the same air as them.
Tish watched as her friend hurried into her dress and waved goodbye. She had hoped Robby would do the same but he stayed eying her with a lust-filled gaze. The color drained from her tan cheeks as he removed his shirt, letting it tumble on the soft grass. His hard stomach came into full view revealing mantled skin covered in thick brown bristles. His eyes shined despite the frown on his hair-rimmed lips.
"Well, ain't you a bad girl? I ought to tell ole Bo about how you got my sister all the way out here."
"I-I... We was..." Tish paused, unsure what to say to not incriminate her best friend or get herself into trouble.
Robby dunked under the water using his strong arms to glide mid-lake. She bypassed his swim toward her and swam around him. He dragged up for fresh air and turned around to find her at the littoral zone. Realizing she was playing mouse to his primal desires, he chuckled.
"Where're you going?" Robby asked as she dragged up to leave.
"I gotta go home," Tish answered.
"Why? The sun is still up."
"My mama...."
"Your mama is that voodoo woman ain't she?" Robby asked with a smile, "Good woman. She saved my mama's life not too long ago. You were barely a tot then. I don't remember your daddy being around though. If I remember correctly your mama was a good time girl."
Tish nodded unsure what to say to the burly man as he paddled closer surrounding her space at the edge of the lake.
"You can come back in. I ain't gonna hurt you, girl."
Smiling, Robby splashed water that hit her face and bare swaying tits. It was a playful gesture that eased the thick tension between them.
"You can splash me back," he said, eying the rich curves of her body. Her full ass wiggled as she leaned over and flicked a bit of water against his chest. He hauled both hands and spattered the chill water like rain upon her.
