CHAPTER 5: KEN TORE ME APART

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Lying on my back, I felt Ken's wet mouth roam around the lips of my vagina. I had newly trimmed my hair. You'd wonder how old I was to have already pushed the hair to the point of trimming. To that question that would pass your mind, I'd say twelve. Yes, twelve. Let me tell you, twelve years isn't very little - on the contrary, it's quite a lot. After all, it all depends on your diet. My build is like that of a sixteen-year-old girl. I grew very early on. I was nine when I started growing breasts. Imagine what my breasts would have become in a year; two and then three. Let's not talk about my buttocks. God had given me an abundance of them. My build was top-notch. And besides, if I went out with my big sister, if people didn't take a good look at us, they'd think I was the biggest. So it's quite possible that Ken will fall in love with me.

Indeed, Ken turned his tongue and bearded lips around my pussy. I finally noticed the absence of this sticky liquid, which Ken was sucking as it flowed down me. With closed eyes, I could feel his finger penetrating my anus. I can't explain what a white man's finger was looking for in a black man's anus. All in all, he had his finger in my anus. As he fingered my anus, his mouth was pressed against my womb. He sucked the lips of my vagina and breathed like an athlete returning from an endurance race. Meanwhile, I grabbed the sheet and stretched with all my might.

Yes, a very sweet sensation was passing through my body. I howled like a hungry cat. I stretched out on the bed. Pushing my right hand to my chest, I caught both my nipples standing up like a pistol suspended in firing position. Yes, my nipples were standing up and making you want to suck them.

Ken abandoned my anus to concern himself more with my vagina. This time, he located my clitoris. Oh no, it was a woman's most sensitive organ.

Ken grabbed it in his mouth and sucked on it like a baby sucks on its mother's nipple. From his mouth, Ken was sending me over the moon. Yes, I was lying on the bed, but I could see myself out of this world. I didn't care what happened, because I was a long way from knowing whether my bedroom door had been locked or not. I couldn't ask for this, otherwise the taste would leave my soul, whereas I wanted it to grow rather than diminish until it left my veins.

For thirteen minutes, maybe fifteen, Ken had been licking me. I didn't know what licking was. Mom and Dad had never mentioned it before. On TV, when we're watching a soap opera and it comes time for the whites to kiss, either Mom or Dad grabs the remote and skips the channel because they don't want me to discover the secrets of love.

Indeed, Ken did clean my vagina with his mouth. He didn't even look to see if I was using the toilet or not before plunging his mouth in there. What was even worse in all, I had to go and do the morning ablutions to get rid of the bad smell vaginas give off every morning. But my guy, thirsty and hungry for my pussy, had done me his cleaning service. He'd eaten my ass so much that I wondered inwardly if this was what all men did before they got down to the actual sex act.

- Let's get on with it," he whispered.

I automatically said no with my hand.

- Why not?

- Because I'm not ready yet.

- All right, then!

Without another word, Ken got up and headed for the door. Still lying in bed, I relived the various scenes that had just taken place. I spent more than ten minutes thinking about the fun Ken and I had together. Finally, I got up and headed for the bathroom.

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Ten o'clock was the time that had greeted me in the living room. Ryan was sitting on the carpet, playing a game on his tablet. With him sat the maid. She was showing him the principles of the game. The little boy was concentrating on his game, not calculating with anyone. And I headed for the dining table. On this table hung a large cooler. This cooler contained the hot tea. I sat down and helped myself. I grabbed a piece of bread and began to eat my breakfast. Ken wasn't in the living room; he was either out of the house or in their conjugal bedroom.

- Please, Auntie," I shouted to the maid, "can you keep Ryan company and come in please?

The young employee stood up with a smile and whispered to the boy: "I'll be back in a few minutes, okay?

The little one didn't say a word, because his game was dearer to him than what the maid told him.

- Here I am, Auntie!" she said when she got close to me.

I smiled at her and asked her to sit down. She complied.

- They call me Fidelia; I'm twelve years old, soon to be thirteen. I'm your boss's sister. May I know you by name, please?

- With pleasure, mademoiselle Fidélia. They call me Aubierge; I'm twenty-two. I only joined the company a few months ago.

My interlocutor, having finished introducing herself, fell silent and observed me.

- Pleased to meet you, Auntie Aubierge. So tell me, is Monsieur Ken nice to you?

- Of course he is! He doesn't treat me like a boss treats his employee. The proof: don't you see me sitting on the chairs? If he wasn't, do you think I'd be here?

- It's true, that's tangible proof. Now let's talk about my sister. Is she nice to you?

- To be honest, nobody treats me like an employee in this house. I'm happy, in fact, and I have no regrets.

- All right, then! I'd like you and me to become inseparable friends.

- Don't worry, my dear. Uncle, Auntie, little Ryan and I had formed a little family. And since you've come, I'll just say that our family circle has grown even larger.

- Thank you, Auntie! So tell me, when my sister leaves the house, what time does she come back?

- Since I've been in this house, I've never seen her come back before nine o'clock. Eight o'clock has always been her home time.

- And do you know why she spends all that time in town before coming home?

- I couldn't say, but all I know is that she never has the time.

- Okay, thanks for the details. You can join the little boy now, thank you!

Aubierge got up and joined the little boy. And instead of finishing my tea, I left the table and headed for Aubierge.

- Please, Auntie Aubierge, can you direct me to my sister's room?

- Of course, but your sister has already left the house early in the morning.

- I know she has!

- Would you like to speak to Monsieur Ken?

- Yes, I would!

- Ok! Go up the stairs and when you get to the top, look to your right and you'll see their bedroom door.

- Okay, thank you very much!

I hurried up the stairs and when I reached my destination, I looked to my right and saw a door. I knocked and after a few seconds, Ken came and opened the door for me.

After my morning bath, I had put on a little skirt. I'd put aside the idea of wearing briefs. Then I'd put on a little swimsuit. It was so sheer that the tips of my breasts were visible.

- How beautiful you are!" exclaimed Ken, a broad smile fixed around his lips.

- Thank you, Ken!

- Please come in!

- No, I can't, because the conjugal bed is sacred material. If you really want me, meet me in my room, but before you do, ask Aubierge for a favor; I don't want her to see you coming into my room.

- Don't worry, my little darling; I'll ask her to go and buy me some units and in the meantime, we'll be eating our love.

- What a lovely idea! We get stuck in my room.

And without further ado, I left Ken and returned to the living room.

- Did you see it?" asked Aubierge.

- Yes, I did! I went to say hello.

- Ah, I see!

- I'm so tired! I'm going to my room to rest.

- I'll do that!

I left Aubierge and Ryan behind and headed for my room. I quickly spread a sheet on the bed and started counting the seconds. Yes, I couldn't wait for Ken to come and continue what he'd started in the morning. Tired of sitting, I lay down on the bed. I was thinking about the morning's caresses when suddenly I heard someone's footsteps in my room.

- Have you finally arrived?

- Yes, I'm here!

- And Aubierge?

- She's already gone out with Ryan to buy me the call units.

- Oh, right! Let me go and lock the door.

I got up and went to lock the door. I came back and threw myself into Ken's arms. Like a baby on legs, he lowered his head and kissed me on the lips. Gently and calmly, he began to caress my cheeks. From my cheeks, he moved his hands up to my hair and stroked it. From my hair, he flexed his right hand on my chest. He and I sucked each other's lips. He made me swallow the saliva in his mouth and I made him swallow the saliva in mine.

The caresses became intense and slowly, he dragged his hand up my skirt and began to finger me. His way of killing me with envy prompted me to undress voluntarily. Again, he caressed me properly and whitened me like snow. He made me lie down on the bed and spread my legs. Once again, he licked my vagina properly before asking me if I'd agree to him penetrating me. This time, I agreed. Happily, he removed his belt, massaged his already erect dick from his pants and slowly began to introduce it into my private area. I closed my eyes so as not to scream. The more gently the cock penetrated my vagina, the more I gritted my teeth because I'd never tried this adventure before. I pushed out the "sssssss" because I was in pain. I gritted my teeth and bit my lips because I felt excruciating pain. But I wasn't actually surprised. I remember one of my schoolmates once telling me that the first and second times hurt, but from the third and all the other times on, it's heaven on earth. Who was I not to rely on this pain to enter the world of grown-ups?

Indeed, I had my eyes closed and could feel Ken coming and going inside me. To ease my pain, Ken had grabbed both my breasts in his hands and was palpating them. I ached down there and felt the joy around my breasts.

For ten minutes, MY SISTER'S HUSBAND and I made love.

- Tomorrow, we'll continue and little by little, you'll see how sweet sex is," he whispered in my ear.

My private area was aching. It burned so badly that I went to the trouble of going to see what was going on. My hand, which I sent to soothe my vagina, came back with blood.

Oh my God, Ken ripped my vagina.