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sophisticated young men; taught them table manners, and how to talk to upper class white girls. Not just talk but seduce them.

“Mrs. Norton, you want us to try to fuck those white girls?”

“Oh no. The girls I have in mind for you all come from very wealthy families. I don’t want you to just fuck them; I want you to marry them.”

As she was instructing those colored boys, Kate Norton did three other things. First, she had her accountants find the companies those wealthy white women or their families owned, and which used her shipping company. Since she had a monopoly on all Great Lakes shipping, they all did. Slowly, she raised their shipping costs; just a few pennies per ton. Nothing that would raise an alarm.

Secondly, she hired a former Pinkerton detective to investigate the daughters of those wealthy women. The single daughters. Where did they live? Where did they go to school? Did they have lovers or were they intent on saving their virtue for their wedding night? Who might be vulnerable to seduction?

Third, once a month or so, she sent those boys back to the whore who’d introduced them to her, with instructions to teach them to make love to a woman, not just fuck her. Mrs. Norton paid well.

A year later, Kate thought those young men were ready.

Not all those young, wealthy white girls lived in the Chicago area. She moved the young men she’d trained into apartments in close proximity to where the girls lived, worked or went to school.

Mrs. Norton arranged jobs for a few boys with her company or one of their affiliates. They wore suits to work every day. Others were enrolled in universities where those girls went to school or near where they went to school.

Baker University in Cincinnati enrolled Gerald Freeman. Right across the street Lucy Conover attended Carter Boarding School.

Lucy Conover was the youngest child of the widow, Mabel Conover of the oil Conovers. If you’ll recall Mrs. Lucinda Grey introduced one of her boys, Harry to Mabel. Mabel fucked Harry until his cock just couldn’t get hard and nothing spurted from his young, long, fat cock. Mabel was in a state of depression until his body was rejuvenated, so she could start all over again.

Mabel Conover was among the women who ostracized Katherine McGuire Norton.

As Kate had warned Gerald and the other colored boys, it might take a while. With Lucy it did, but a year later it caused quite a scandal at the Carter School when Gerald showed up at the Spring Cotillion as Lucy’s date.

It was somewhat smoothed over because the recently completed women’s dormitory was called the Conover Building in honor of the Conover family who paid for it.

Still, there was gossip when Lucy’s carriage deposited the couple at a not-so discreet hotel. “Gerald, I’m eighteen, I’m not a girl anymore. I want to be a woman. Help me get out of this gown.”

Once naked, Lucy lay on the bed. “Gerald, look at me. I am a woman, right?”

Gerald Freeman had never seen a white woman naked. “Lucy, you’re beautiful. You have the most beautiful titties.”

She giggled as his hands were all over them. Then his mouth. “Hmmmmm, Gerald, I’ve never felt like this.”

Ten minutes later, he slid his hand between her legs. “Lucy, I can make you feel even better if you let me have your cunny.”

“Gerald, be gentle. I’ve never . . .” She spread her legs.

“Lucy, let me kiss it. Let me kiss your cunny. I’ll bet you taste delicious.”

She giggled. Twice Gerald had used the word cunny. She’d never used it, not even among her closest girlfriends, and certainly not among boys or her family.

He maneuvered between her legs. “Your cunny is beautiful. Thank you.”

Then he started. The prostitute who introduced him to Mrs. Norton trained him well. It was a treat for her too. Her cunny was so used to being slammed into by men four sometimes five times a night relished young Gerald’s soft tongue. He became better and better, as she explained to him how she liked it; how all girls liked it. She looked forward to his visits. Visits paid for by Mrs. Norton,

Now, he was using all that training to seduce Miss Lucy Conover. Her cunny was all his. “Hmm, Lucy you are indeed delicious.”

She moaned as his tongue slid up and down her virgin vagina.

Ten minutes later, Gerald’s tongue found her happy button. It was only a few minutes before Lucy Conover was in a world she’d never been in before. Her head was spinning; sounds were coming out of her mouth that weren’t even words. Involuntarily her ass and hips were moving.

Then the words start. Words that had never crossed her lips: “Gerald, oh Gerald my cunny, Oh my cunny, My cunny wants your cock. Fuck me, please.”

“Is that what you want, Lucy? Is it? Tell me again.” His tongue started on her happy button.

“Yes, yes, yes.” She looked him in the eye. “Fuck me.”

That prostitute had warned him that he could hurt girls with it. He took his time entering her virgin cunny.

She grimaced and there was pain, but she didn’t want him to stop. “I don’t want to hurt you, Lucy.”

“It’s okay, Gerald. I can take it. I want it. I want all of it.”

He didn’t give Lucy all of it. At least not right away. That prostitute was right; he could hurt her. But slowly, inch by inch all eight inches of his black meat filled her cunny. “Oh Gerald, except for your tongue, nothing has ever felt so good.”

They fucked again later that night, and then in the morning. Each preceded by Gerald’s tongue taking Lucy to unexplainable places. Places that made her beg to get fucked. “Fill my cunny with your cock, Gerald, please.”

He stopped his tongue which was massaging her happy button, “no, no, no, don’t stop. Your tongue is so good to me.”

“You can’t have both,” he laughed. “At least not at the same time.”

“I know, I know, but Gerald, I want it all.” She pushed his head back into her cunny. “But right now, I want more of this.”

They were supposed to leave later that morning. Lucy arranged for them to stay at the not-so discreet hotel two more nights. Two more days and nights of having her cunny ravished by Gerald’s tongue. Two more days and nights of having her cunny invaded by his huge black meat.

It didn’t take long for the girls at Carter to spread rumors about Lucy Conover and the colored boy that she not only brought to the cotillion but also apparently spent three nights with. Three nights where gossip had it that she lost her virginity.

As you know that gossip wasn’t wrong. To Lucy’s credit, she went back to school with her head held high, a smile on her face that could light up the world and a very sore cunny.

Three months later, she graduated and was accepted to a very prestigious university back east that had only recently accepted women. Her mother, Mabel Conover could not have been more proud. She let everyone in her circle know of her daughter’s success. Mrs. Conover prevailed on one of Chicago’s leading newspapers to publish an article proclaiming Lucy Conover one of the most brilliant young women in all of Illinois.

To her mother’s surprise, Lucy did not return home for the summer. Instead, she found a small apartment with Gerald in the colored section of Cincinnati where they continued where they’d left off after the cotillion.

Gerald introduced Lucy to the joy prostitutes gave him when they used their mouths. She could not have been more willing. As willing as any prostitute. “Gerald, I’m in the mood to please your cock with my mouth every day, not just when I’m having my monthly. That reminds me, my monthly hasn’t happened in the past two months.”

In the 1880’s mothers did not explain menstruation or anything involving sex to their daughters; there was no sex education; and not much in the way of books on the subjects.

When Lucy went to New York for university, Gerald, with Katherine Norton’s financial assistance, followed Lucy. The fucking continued; the pleasing Gerald’s cock with her mouth continued; the licking of her cunny continued.

Throughout, Gerald and Mrs. Norton corresponded.

It was only when she had to take a physical exam at school that the doctor informed her, she was pregnant.

As any eighteen-year-old unmarried girl would be, Lucy was frightened. For two months she stayed in school; not daring to tell her mother. She stayed in school, but most nights she shared Gerald’s bed.

Finally, she felt as if she had no choice.

Although the fashion of the times hid her belly, as soon as she exited the train in Chicago, Mabel Conover knew. “Lucy, how could you? How could you bring such shame to me?”

“Mother, I-I-I . . .”

“Who is he? Who is the man who defiled my daughter? Where is he?”

“His name is Gerald Freeman. He’s on his way, and mother, he didn’t defile me. I gave myself willingly.”

“How could you? It’s too late for an abortion. You’ll just have to marry him.”

“I’m glad to have your blessing. He’s on the next train from New York. I’m starving. Let’s go in the station’s restaurant. We can get something to eat and wait for Gerald.”

Katherine McGuire Norton spent a lot of money on colored boys like Gerald. If she could have seen the look on Mabel Conover’s face when Gerald disembarked from the train, she would have considered it money well-spent.

TO BE CONTINUED

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