0 comments/ 173819 views/ 10 favorites Before The War Ch. 1 By: Don Byron (The attached is a work of fiction. This is a copyrighted work. Reposting or any other use strictly prohibited without the express, written permission of the copyright holder, except may be posted as part of a review or posted to free-access, non-commercial archive sights. Copyright 2002 by Don Byron. Please give me your comments.) * * * * * It all happened just about five years before the Civil War started. I was more than likely one of the few black men to be sad to see it start. Most of them didn't have the freedom that I had earned though, and I understood that for what it was. Even if I tried to tell them, I doubt that they could have understood what my life was like and why I didn't want it to end. My father was brought over from Africa. He ended up a slave on my master's plantation. Things were hard on them at first. But he was one of the only ones to persevere. He was one of the few if not the only ones to adapt to the point that he could live on. He died at the extremely old age of sixty-one. He had only one child, that being me. My momma died at 40 and even that was something at that time. What he did laid out the groundwork for what would become the ease of my existence. He worked hard. He never, ever complained. It didn't take long for him to rise above the other men to become the most trusted of all the slaves. In the years that followed, Master Taylors grew to rely on him more and more. As I was growing up, my father let me know that if I wanted to, I could "take his place" on the plantation as there was no one else who could come close in our masters eyes to the trust he had in my father. The other slaves were jealous for a good while. But as time went on, that faded as it became apparent that my father was a truly fit man. He was not out to out do anyone. He did not want to do anything but do the best he could in any given situation. I paid attention to him, and the things that he believed in. By the time he was ready to move on, I was in his place. At this time, the rules and the living conditions had changed a fair bit from before, most of all for myself as well as my brother. Earl was just a worker, but he had a good head on his shoulders, took a wife and raised a family. He knew that I was the next in line for the Head Foreman's job. He did not mind it; actually he was a bit relieved that I was going into that role. He was always there when I needed him, but was happy to stay out of the limelight when it was time for decisions. Earl would tell me, "Seth, if you be needin' me, you call. If you need someone to talk to about things, you call. When you do, I'll be there for you. But otherwise, I'll hang back and trust you." Now Earl got married when he was just around seventeen. I never got around to that. I worked a lot and I knew that I had a lot to get up with. I had good luck with the girls though. Especially the girls that worked in the house. I didn't really appreciate it at the time but I was special. They told me so, but I didn't pay them no mind. Master Taylors had two children. A boy who died not too long after he was born, and a daughter who stayed healthy. His wife died after giving birth to the boy. It was a sad thing to see cause they loved each other a lot. She had a lot to do with out living conditions improving as the years went by. After a while, he remarried. She was the daughter of another plantation owner. We were not supposed to know, but we heard that the only reason he did it was because they did a lot of business together, and she was not of the proper moral construct of the era. She had been around and no one wanted to do the right thing by her. At this time, Master Taylor was around forty-five, and Anna was twenty-two. Things were interesting around the plantation for a while. There was an adjustment period for all concerned. He never really learned to love her. He would always love his wife. But he learned to deal with her and the manner in which she would affect the rhythm of the business. She also brought an element of abandon of which he was unaccustomed. But we all thought that deep in his heart, he was glad for the diversion. All this was good for the Master in the long run, but it had a strong effect on Becka. Her name was Rebecca, but everyone had called her "Becka" since she was little. The name just stuck. She didn't like Anna much at all. Her whole demeanor changed from the point at which her father told her of what was going to happen. It wasn't much at first, but by the time that she was fifteen, she was getting a hold of a serious wild streak. No one knew about it except for me. I knew everything that went on at the plantation. Anything that went on, I knew, whether I saw it or not. I could just feel it. I could feel the way the rhythms would move and change with people, theirs and mine. Becka was a piece of work. By the time she was eighteen, she was growing out so fast that none of us could believe it. She was growing out fast. Up some, but mostly out in strategic places. She was only four feet eleven in her socks, but everything else womanly was coming on in a big way. I knew my poppa would never have approved of what I thought when I looked at her, but a man could not help but wonder what it would be like to break her in. But I knew that even if I had the chance, it would likely not work. She is so tiny, while I'm a good six foot five. That in itself is not a problem really except for the fact that I didn't think I could ever even get in cause the Good Lord blessed me with a Johnson that had not been able to make it the whole way up into a woman. On a good day it was near eleven inches long, black as the rest of me if not blacker, and nearly twice as thick as an ace handle. But I could dream. At the time I had no idea that all of this could change in an instant. Master Taylor had a brother that lived some distance away. He would come out and visit once in a while. They had grown closer since they had both become widowed not too far apart from one another. His brother had a son by his late wife that he always brought along. He was nineteen, a year older than Becka, but as opposed to her, he did not even look his age. He was only about five foot five and very slim and boyish in appearance. Whenever they visited, he and Becka would always take off together for lengthy periods of time. They came around in the middle of summer on this occasion. It had been a while since they had been down. I watched from nearby when they arrived and Becka ran up and hugged Uncle and cousin. Mr. Taylor could hardly keep her in clothes any more cause of her growth. She had a very conservative white dress on, but it was already so tight that the conservative aspect went right the hell out of it. Her breasts heaved and moved about whenever she would move and the dress did not stand a chance of restraining her ass. Her breasts were now near the size of grapefruits and her ass was the perfect compliment to them. I went on about my business as I am used to doing while they caught up with each other's lives. Right after I had left, right on cue, Becka and John took out for the rest of the plantation. I was out doing what I usually did on Fridays, that being moving around where I didn't usually get to go during the week. I was messing around down by the river. I was gradually walking along the banks when I heard voices. I had an immediate suspicion of who it likely was. And going by the direction of the sounds, I knew exactly where they were. I was surprised that Becka knew how to go around the brambles to this particular clearing, but as I slowly moved up, there was no mistaking who it was. The only thing was that I had never seen her like this. She and John had all their clothes off, and were using a blanket to lie on. Where that came from, I had no idea. I immediately was aroused by the sight before me. John was on his stomach between her legs. He was licking away at her cunt with a proper amount of relish. He would pull his head away for short periods of time where upon he would fixedly gaze upon his handy work. Every time he did a fair amount of her wetness and his saliva would string out from his chin and her privates in a manner most certifiably lewd. I took this opportunity to admire the form of which I had often fantasized. Her shoulder length red hair was already matting back with perspiration, and her skin was even whiter than I could have even imagined. The weight of her breasts caused them to hang slightly to each side of her ribcage, yet their natural contour was not lost. Her pubic hair was already coming in. It was not quite up to the standard of maturity. I could still see through it, but it was definitely there. I was torn from this visual treat when John stopped his ministrations and brought himself up on his knees, bringing himself to bear at the gate of Becka. I was taken aback by the lack of presence in his manhood. He was mostly hard, but it was only about four inches long at best. The next verbal exchange answered several questions for me. "It's been a long time, John. Please try to hold off for just a little while this time, can you?" He replied "I'll try, Becka, I'll try." At which point he brought her legs up over his slim white shoulders and started working at inserting himself. They had obviously been at this before as he quickly gained full access to her pussy. Her only reaction was to lightly grunt. Her face flushed up a few degrees more than it already had been. I thought this was the most singularly sexy sight I had ever beheld. For all of my liberty that I had enjoyed, I had yet to ever have the pleasure of a white woman, much less a girl. I knew at that moment what I was going to do. I also knew that for all of the freedom and trust I had become so used to, that if I were found out, I would not live for much longer. Nonetheless, I had more than one head thinking for me at the time, so thus, the decision was set. I was only about fifteen feet from them when I started to come closer. I made some noise but they did not hear a bit of it as John was in the throes of losing control. He reared up and his face turned bright crimson. It was obvious that he was blowing his come up her sweet cunt. The first thought I had upon that event was that they did not seem at all concerned about the potential aftermath of such liberties. But that was a blessing in itself in that if she became pregnant on this day, it would be a fifty fifty chance whether it came out black or white. John's prick slurped out of Becka just as I came out into the small clearing on the shore. They both looked up at the same time, as did the color run out of their faces. I took in the site before me with hands on hips as they both began to stammer. I spoke up loudly, telling them to be quiet as I had a lot of thinking to do. John started first by saying, "Uh, Seth, it is not what it, er, um, it's not exactly…" I shushed him up out of instinct, cause he knew that I had seen everything. The next voice I heard was Becka's saying, "Seth, I hope there is some way we can work this out." I looked at her and immediately saw where her eyes were resting. I could not hope to hide the effect the scene had had on my cock. At that point John started to argue that we could not even consider letting our fathers know what was going on. It was also at that point that I saw that his eyes were glued to the same spot as his cousins. Before the War Ch. 2 The attached is a work of fiction. This is a copyrighted work. Reposting or any other use strictly prohibited without the express, written permission of the copyright holder, except may be posted as part of a review or posted to free-access, non-commercial archive sights. Copyright 2002 by Don Byron. Please give me your comments. ***** My plan was starting to grow all the more interesting as the seconds went by. I told Becka that her dad had no need to know of anything, that is if we could work something out right now. Going by the light in her eyes, I knew the first part of the battle had been won, as she alternated between looking between my crotch and my eyes. John was cowering, moving slowly away toward the edge of the blanket, but Becka was staying right where she was. I decided that the best way to get what I wanted out of the situation was to go in full speed ahead. I walked up to the edge of the blanket standing up straight and tall, looming over Becka and John who was still moving away. All I had on was britches, which I proceeded to let drop to the ground at her feet. All I heard then was silence. All I was able to see were eyes. Really big ones at that. They both were transfixed by the site of my meat swinging with its weight freshly released from its confines. Becka managed to pipe up, “Uh, Seth; you really are a big man now ain’t you. I didn’t know they made ‘em like that.” ‘I think you might need a closer look.” I responded. Sure enough, she got up on her knees and tentatively reached out for my dick. With it being so big, it rarely gets up to what would be considered full mast, but this situation had it up at a forty-five degree angle, which meant that it was as hard as it could go. She touched it slowly at first, like it might bite her if she grew too bold, then she became more emboldened when I moaned out loud from the site of her tiny, tiny petite hand trying to encompass my shaft. She could only hold some of it. She had a good two inches left between thumb and index finger. She started to jack it slowly back and forth and then seemed to just then notice the drop of pre-cum that was coming out of the head. “Seth, your kinda’ wet here.” It sounded like a request and a question at the same time. I told her, “I think you might want to kiss it.” I heard John make some kind of noise in his throat. I looked over at him to make sure he was ok and all I saw was his eyes riveted to my cock and Becka’s mouth coming closer to it. I looked back down in time to see her tiny pink tongue as it touched the tip of my dick. I didn’t think I could get any harder, but the sight of this made me swell even more and it seemed as if the veins on it became even more substantial. She stuck out her tongue again and then followed her tongue with her lips. The head of my cock at this point was about twice the size of her fist. She started trying to get it into her mouth, but only managed just the head. “You ever seen anything this big ‘fore, John?” she said between sucks. “Hell no Becka. I didn’t know they came like that. I thought we were all created equal.” Becka then pulled my shaft straight up in the air to regard my balls. She began licking them as best she could. “His nuts are near the size of your head Becka!” John exclaimed. I couldn’t argue. It nearly looked as if they were. They felt it anyways. By this time she had gone back to jacking my cock with both of her little hands, sucking and tonguing away at the head of it. She was really starting to perspire with the effort of opening her mouth up that wide. I knew it was time to fulfill a dream at that very moment. “Becka, it’s about time you laid back and let me take over.” I stated matter of factly. She appeared a bit intimidated by the notion, but she was obviously very turned on as well. I got down on my knees as she laid herself back. I pulled her legs over my thighs and sat back for a moment to take in the site of what would turn out to be the best sexual encounter I had ever had up to that point. At the time I had no way of knowing that this was only the beginning. Some rays from the sun were coming in through the thick trees over us, shining on her skin. She was as white as snow. Her skin was like porcelain. I had never seen anything like it in my life. I reached out and held her breasts. They filled my hands nicely as I gazed at her tiny little red pussy. It was still draining some of Johns cum out as well as some of her own wetness. I laid my cock down on her stomach as I brought her feet up to rest on my chest. I felt my balls come up against her pussy as I looked down to see my cock head resting just past her navel. “Seth. Do you think your gonna be able to get that huge thing in me?” She asked, almost timidly. I told her, “Becka, your gonna have all of me in there and then you’ll be calling me daddy.” I began running my prick slowly back and forth over her slit and her exceptionally long pussy lips. They would graze and cling to me as I moved it. I moved the head down to the front of her opening. I was lubricating even more copiously by this time, so I smeared it around the entrance. I looked back at her face to see a look that seemed a mix of fear, but determination at the same time. I started pushing gently. It seemed at first like a no go. It would not even budge. So I rubbed some more and pushed some more. Just the tip started in and I saw Becka’s eyebrows knit up a little. I asked her if I was hurting her. She looked up into my eyes and said, “Yes. But don’t stop. If I don’t get to have you in me today, I’ll be wet until the next time I get a chance to try, and God knows when or even if that will happen.” It was like music to my ears. I leaned down across her, found her lips waiting for me. I kissed her sweet mouth, our tongues intertwining. Her mouth was so small, as was her tongue, which was meeting mine. I then pulled away and took her left breast into my mouth. I sucked at it and bit at her nipple. She moaned and fell back, lost in the sensation. I wanted to do the same thing, but I knew that I had a big job to do to a very special little area and that was all that was on my mind. Her little opening gave just a bit and half of the head of my cock lodged between her lips. I couldn’t look at much else as she had the thickest, longest vaginal lips I had ever seen. It seemed strange that a girl this small would possess lips nearly an inch long and nearly as thick as the end of my pinky. In my mind it made for such a lovely contrast. Overall she appeared to be just a sweet, petite little girl. But her pussy lips appeared nothing short of lewd. When I would pull just out of the opening of her pussy, they were spread out in a vague butterfly shape, and when I placed the head at the opening, they would cling to the sides of my cock in a seemingly possessive posture before collapsing inward with the fresh invasion of my jet black prick. I altered my gaze just briefly at this point to notice that John had gotten over his initial shock, paying attention to what was transpiring between his cousin’s legs more closely. I turned my attention back to the task at hand. I put Becka’s legs over my shoulders, completely exposing her to me. I leaned down and kissed her lips, her arms gripping my wrists by her head tightly. I leaned in again to try to get to my goal. I had it up to three quarters of my head in her pussy. At that point began the thickest part, and I still could not seem to open her up. Sweat was pouring off of me onto her, mingling with the copious amount of sweat she was producing with the effort of accepting my cock. I pulled back out and plopped it on her belly, rubbing it around in the moisture collecting there. At that point I noticed that John was practically on top of us, taking in the site before him. Then Becka piped up and said, “John, if you like what you see here that much, or half as much as I do, why don’t you take advantage of the situation. I remember what you told me you fantasized about, and it would help me get what I want at the same time. John stammered, “ Well, I didn’t think you remembered that. We were drinking your Dad’s wine!” “Oh, I remember alright. Go ahead. I don’t think Seth will mind the assistance.” At that point John just lowered his head down to her stomach, brought his hand up and held my cock while he planted his mouth on my shaft. I was startled, but it felt great to have his little white mouth take on my tool. He opened up and got about three and a half inches into his mouth, at which point he started to really lick, slobber and just generally drool all over the end of my dick. It was then that I figured out that Becka wanted him to get me good and wet for her tiny red cunt. John’s mouth felt so good that I instinctively started humping into his mouth. All he could do was grunt with the effort of taking the head of my dick to the back of his mouth. I was getting really wet at this point, so I disengaged from his mouth and lowered it back to Becka’s slit. John understood that his role was on standby for now, so he sat back just a bit to observe. I tried again, slowly to push myself up into this sweet little girl. As I pushed and nudged against her squishy little cunt, I alternated between sucking her nipples and kissing her mouth. Then she stopped me and said, “Seth, your too afraid your going to hurt me. I promise I won’t break. Why don’t you take my place here and lay down. Let me do the work for a while and maybe John might become inclined to assist.” I told her that sounded like a worthy idea. I pulled back away from her so she could move aside. I lay down in her place while she stepped above me in a squatting position facing away from me. She attempted to settle down over me on her knees but I was too large, so she had to settle for squatting over me while reaching down to pull my tool up toward her opening. John took her hint and got down between our legs, bringing his face right up to the action. Becka got my cock head in place at the entrance to her pussy and began to lower herself onto me. It still wasn’t going much past the half waypoint of the head. Then I felt John’s tongue going across her cunt. He licked at her lips, sucking on them individually, and then worked down to the exposed shaft of my manhood, licking up and down it’s length. Then he lowered his head and began to lick at my scrotum. All of these sensations were nearly too much for me. I had to concentrate not to come right then. John continued to work from the bottom to the top of our collective parts. At that point Becka apparently felt that it was now or never and pushed down on me harder than ever before, and much harder than I would have ever dared when I was above her. She was breathing heavily and grunting intermittently with the effort. And then suddenly, she got what we both wanted. With what seemed an audible whooshing sound, the first three of four inches lodged into her petite honey pot. Multiple sensations assailed my senses. I had never had my cock in anything so tight before, yet at the same time she felt alarmingly soft and more so hot at the same time. It was all I could do to deal with the incredible amount of sensory input. Before the War Ch. 3 The attached is a work of fiction. This is a copyrighted work. Reposting or any other use strictly prohibited without the express, written permission of the copyright holder, except may be posted as part of a review or posted to free-access, non-commercial archive sights. Please give me your comments. ***** Becka's breath was temporarily torn from her. She gasped inwardly, and then went silent. She seemed to pause to savor her initial victory. She then began to slide up and down on the piece of my shaft she had conquered thus far. John stood and took her hands to steady her as she rode up and down my shaft. Every time she came down, another bit of my straining cock went into her. With her constantly gradual movement up and down, she managed new and larger increments of my meat. Displaying endurance I would never thought her capable of, she continued this rhythm for a good six or seven minutes. At the point where she had about six inches going into her, I felt her body begin to shake. Barely perceptible at first, it increased exponentially as she impaled herself onto my meat. Becka then exclaimed, "I have never had anything this deep. Not my hairbrush, or John or anything I could have dreamed of." After saying this she proceeded to continue her assault. Her breathing was growing more rapid, and her shaking was reaching what seemed like a crescendo. She was still taking about six inches when I realized that she was going to come on my cock. She continued her movement up and down on me and then reached a point when she froze at the apex of an upstroke, my cockhead nearly escaping from her channel. Then she dropped back down on me, taking an additional two inches. She now had a good eight inches of jet-black cock in her and I felt something stop my progress upon her descent. I just had the time to note the obstruction deep within her when she let a compressed shriek and came for all she was worth. She then let go of John's hands and lay back on my stomach. I eased her fall as I sensed her imminent collapse. Once she was lying all the way down across me, all of her movement ceased. I reached across her torso and held her breasts while she laid there with ten inches of meat crammed into her. Then I felt John's tongue again. For a while we both were content to lie there while John sucked her lips and ass into his mouth. He continued unrelented for several minutes. Then before I knew it I felt her cunt clamp down on me again. She proceeded to orgasm again. I was happy to lie there and feel the resulting pleasure her tiny tunnel was getting from the combination of Johns tongue and my deep penetration. John continued for some minutes and brought her to two more crashing orgasms. I felt it was time for something different because I could tell that Becka was not going to be moving for a little bit. I warned John to watch out as I picked Becka up and laid her beside me. She was totally soaked in sweat. I didn't know how much more she could stand, but I was determined to find out. I brought her to the center of the blanket, brought her beautiful white legs back over my shoulders and laid my meat across her stomach again, scissoring back and forth. I could see where the wet spot ended on my cock, and I knew I had to try to get the rest of it up her snatch. John watched mesmerized as I brought my nearly apple size head back to the mouth of her womanhood. It felt as if all of the blood in my body was in my dick, and it looked it, too. Not wanting to waste time, I slipped into her tight little white cunt nearly to the previous watermark. Her eyes opened up wide and the breath came out of her in a long sigh. She was still tight as hell, and I couldn't believe after what she had taken of me while on top that her pussy had closed back up, but I knew that was only temporary. I started a slow, deliberate pumping into her. Then I came up against her cervix with about two inches to go. I was not going to give in unless she asked me to stop. She did no such thing. She reached up and pulled my head down to hers wanting my mouth. This made me even harder and crazed with lust the likes of which I had never known existed. Against what felt like the end of her tunnel I pushed. Then I pushed more. Now and again I would bring my meat back out so I could look down and see her sweet little red pussy spread out. I doubt it was made for this kind of abuse, but I knew that she would never look at another cock the same way. I pushed more and more and over a period of twenty minutes buried myself deeper and deeper into her newly ruined twat. Her orgasms came about once every couple of minutes. She told me that I had her pussy stretched out so wide that every movement caused action on her clitoris. She didn't know the word "Clitoris" though. She referred to it as her little "bud". Finally I got what I wanted. I had assaulted her tiny teenage cunt into submission I suppose. I felt no remorse for the damage I was doing. I only knew I wanted to be as deep into her as I could be when I filled her with my cum. On the in stroke as I was pushing, I felt myself go through something even tighter than anything before. I knew what it was, too. I was in all the way to her womb! I had every bit of my huge dick in this tiny, not even five foot tall little girl. Upon this conquest I felt more like a man than I had ever before. I pulled her ass up off of the blanket as I held firm against her womb just to feel my balls, which mostly been laying on the blanket, against her ass. I wanted her to feel this as well. I wanted her to well and truly know what it felt like to have a real man all the way in her. My strategy worked two fold as I felt her insides tighten up. She then convulsed and came harder than ever. Now I knew that she was all mine. Every bit. I then pulled out of her and leaned back to behold the sight of her pussy. It was completely reamed out. Her lips were squashed against her, away from one another as if trying to flee from the assault my weapon had brought upon her. Then I pulled her arms down over my elbows, leaned in for another kiss and proceeded to do what I do the best. I fucked the absolute shit out of her for the better part of fifteen minutes. I went from holding the tip at the entrance to full insertion. Back and forth. In and out. Sometimes slowly, and then I would pick up steam and slam into her sweet cunt nearly as hard as I could go. Becka bore the brunt of the assault like a woman possessed. When she wasn't in the throes of cumming, she was trying to help me gain even more access to the inner recesses of her fount. By this time we were both so wet, I couldn't tell the difference between what was sweat and what was errant sex juice. She was heaving with my lunges, and I was fucking her with every bit that I dared to give to her. Every time I drove up to the hilt in her tiny red pussy my balls would smack audibly against her ass. I knew that the end of all of this was near, so I decided to spread her out as far as possible for what was to come. I took her feet away from my chest and grabbed her under her knees and pushed them back till they were flat down on the blanket. Then I pulled out all of the way until the head of my cock was resting at the thoroughly stretched out entrance to her cunt. I see sawed across it a couple of times and then slowly sunk the entire thing into her and up through her womb till I was squarely to the hilt inside of her. I laid my weight on her, which put pressure on the base of my dick. This brought me to the pinnacle of my hardness and then I felt the cum start way down low. I held her just like that as I felt it run down the length of me. I watched her eyes as she felt my cock expanding with what was soon to be her gift from me. Then it erupted out of me, blasting into her. Her eyes got so big; I thought I might see some of myself come out of her head. I reared my head back and stifled a primal scream of the likes of which I had never experienced before. Jetting, spurt after spurt I unloaded a few days worth into this tiny child. She was coming again, and I hadn't even noticed it at first, so lost in my own release. My come almost immediately started running out of her as I shot even more into her. I heard a grunt and briefly looked over to see that John had gotten himself off along with us, watching the spectacle. I was still dribbling into her pussy when I finally released her legs and fell down to my elbows over her and started kissing her sweet mouth. She was kissing me back in spite of still being caught in her lust-induced delirium. I thought it was the most wonderful thing I had ever experienced, or likely ever would unless I ever got the chance to have at her again. I slowly lowered myself off of her so she could get whatever fresh air was available. I lay on my side beside her. From there I still was not far enough away for my cock to come all of the way out of her. The last three inches or so was still resting inside her when I saw John take the opportunity to get in between her still outstreched legs. He buried his face in her cunt, which woke her up with an inwardly drawn breath. He pulled me the rest of the way out and feasted himself on my sticky, come covered cock. Then he would alternate between sucking me and sucking the still gaping cavern that was Becka's pussy. I wouldn't have ever thought I could rise again after what we had just done, but I suppose the sheer perversity of the scene was affecting me and the results were almost immediate. I was quickly hardening thanks to the ministrations of Johns sucking and the sight of him devouring the river of sperm still running out of his cousin. His entire chin was nothing but a mess, but he managed to work her back up to the point of another orgasm. I looked between his legs and he was back up again. I hoped inwardly that he did not expect me to return the favor. He could do what he wanted on my Johnson, but I was sure as hell not inclined to return the favor. At looked back at Becka in time to see her fall back onto the blanket with another orgasm. John spent a minute or so at the task of policing her privates with his tongue and then leaned back over to me, stuffing as much of myself into his mouth as he could take. I must admit I had not really ever thought what it might feel like to have a person of my own sex sucking my dick. But if I would have, I doubt that I would have imagined it to feel like this. Where I was used to a feminine touch, his was much more aggressive. He would lick at the head for a few moments, and then plunge nearly half of it down his throat. I could tell this whole episode excited him as he was trembling from stem to stern. To be continued... Before the War Ch. 4 The attached is a work of fiction. This is a copyrighted work. Reposting or any other use strictly prohibited without the express, written permission of the copyright holder, except may be posted as part of a review or posted to free-access, non-commercial archive sights. Copyright 2002 by Don Byron. Please give me your comments. ***** At this point I was surprised to see Becka sit herself up. She looked at me and asked me to lay back. She looked over to John just as I abruptly pulled out of his still sucking mouth and told him that she had to finish us both off the right way. She proceeded to crawl over my prone form laying her body across mine, her breasts dragging over the damp hair of my chest. When her head reached the level of my nipples she stopped, reaching around and securing my manhood in her tiny white hand. Her legs were straddling my hips, which had her spread out nearly to her limit. With her grip on my prick she started manually running the head over the face of her sloppy teenage cunt. I sensed that John, not wanting to wait any longer, had positioned himself between our legs. About the time that I realized this move I felt his tongue lightly lapping at my balls. Meanwhile, Becka had jammed herself down on the head of my cock. Slowly she worked her pussy over my staff, stopping in intervals to re-acquaint herself with the fresh invasion. John seemed every bit the glutton for punishment as he was still licking from the base of my balls up to the point where she was stuffed full of me. Then I heard Becka's voice, sounding raspy and out of breath. "John, I don't know if I can do it but I'd like to try." Not knowing precisely what she was referring to I just lay back, allowing her to have her way with the situation. Then it dawned upon me what was about to happen. I was looking past Becka's face when I saw John's upper half come into sight. He was squatting behind her preparing to enter her from behind. I was thinking that there definitely was not enough room for both of us in her when I felt the back of this fist brushing the bottom of my cock. He was inserting himself into her anus. I didn't know such as thing was possible. As soon as he gained the first foothold in her bottom I forgot everything. What was already an extremely tight hole immediately became even tighter. Once he had the head in, I felt him slide the rest into her in a manner, which seemed way too easy. The effect on her pussy's grip on my cock was immediate. I had three quarters in and it was suddenly so tight that it felt as if I was going to be forcibly expelled. At this point my instinct told me the best way to make sure I didn't lose my place was to hunch up toward her forcing her to take my full length and once again accept the full head of my cock into her young womb. Once I had hit the very bottom of her reproductive organ my erection once again hit its peak of hardness. I felt John begin to saw his dick in and out of her asshole as I just held the force of my cock against the back of her womb. Through the course of this process, Becka lay with her head on my chest turned toward my neck in a fashion most resembling an infant seeking comfort from a parent. She lay panting. Breathing raggedly. Grunting. Taking the ultimate fucking a woman, much less a mere waif could ever bear. Spittle and drool was dripping from the corner of her mouth forming a small pool on my chest. I don't believe that she was even aware that she was doing it. I don't think she was capable of coming right now either by virtue of the fact that her ass and cunt were being simultaneously assaulted, broken open and violated to the very limit that her senses could handle. I was finding myself overwhelmed by a couple of different things. One being that I was having trouble believing that this tiny, tiny girl was capable of taking two cocks at the same time. The second being the fact that this setup was working so well for all involved. I was in a position to where I did not have to do anything other than laying still. John was getting all the work done for all three of us. As he would thrust into her asshole, it would move my cock back away from the end of her womb just the slightest bit. At that point as he would be pulling back to renew his assault the reverse motion caused my manhood to re-bottom out against her wombs back wall. At this point I found myself thinking that if I never experienced anything else through the course of the rest of my life, that it would be perfectly ok. I would never have dreamed that I could participate in such a thorough sexual pummeling of a female. I have always been compelled try to please any woman I have been with to the utmost, but I never knew that what I was in the middle of now was even possible. Now that I have learned this, the scale by which I judge how thoroughly a woman can be satisfied. And satisfied Becka seemed to be. She was quite effectively helpless to our rampaging cocks, and it seemed that she was perfectly happy to continue to lay upon my chest and go on taking the fucking that we were giving her. Still grunting with the penetrations, still half senseless and drooling on my chest. As I was taking the entire scenario in I felt as well as sensed John tensing up, preparing to fill her ass with his young and not doubt virile boy sperm. I had an immediate instinct as to what to do. I had being lying with my arms stretched out beside the line of our bodies. I brought my hands in and placed them at the top of each of her hipbones, effectively putting a halt to the slight movement that had been going on. Starting gently at first I began to push in and down on her hips, trapping my huge cockhead solidly against the back of her tiny clenching womb. I felt her breath coming out in a steady 'whoosh' as I increased the pressure. This newly insistent jamming of my huge organ against the back of her womanhood caused me to swell to my longest, thickest extent. I continued to increase my pressure down upon her hips while the head of my prick with its tomato sized crown filled the entirety of Becka's womb. I knew that this sequence of movements would cause Becka's tight ass chute to thoroughly clamp down on Johns cock, maximizing his pleasure as well as my own. By this time Becka was so purely lost in all the sensation that all she could do was grunt. Through the thin membrane separating our organs I could feel the pulse of John's orgasm pulsing out of his dick into her ass. Fairly quickly he seemed to fall off of her, his dick being ejected by one of her overstuffed orifices. He then fell off and onto the blanket in a sexually induced stupor. "Oh!" escaped Becka's lips as her rearward invasion was so quickly retracted. On the spot I decided that if I were to ever have an opportunity to try out her backside, right now would most likely be the best time as she was now full of as much cum as John could muster. Easily holding her about her waist, I picked her up with me and gently placed her on her back without losing the seal I had with her pussy. I gradually pulled myself out of her and positioned the head against her asshole. She said nothing, only looking up at me with eyes hooded, belying the effect upon her small body from our sexual assault. I took this as an assent for this next step in our phase of getting "acquainted." I gripped the back of her thighs, peeling them back once again as I leaned back on my knees in order to better see the new target of my lust. The sight that I beheld was one that I will likely not ever forget. Her cunt, which had been a mere, slight hole, garnished with over sized pussy lips was now transformed into a wide-open cunt with lips that appeared decidedly larger. They were splayed out on each side of the gaping hole in the general shape of a butterfly. The entire area was obviously suffused with blood as it bore an extremely angry red tint. Her asshole was by now nearly closed and had only a small line of John's cum leaking from it. I was hoping that this would be sufficient to ease my entry. I began nudging the head of my cock against her ass rhythmically. I watched as her ass ring began reopening to accept a new invasion. A new assault but this time initiated by a completely new and different intruder. It was everything that I was hoping it would be with the generous load of cum that John had left. I was not in the mood to be patient, so I pushed harder causing the head of cock to pop past her sphincter. The sensation of tightness and heat was incredible. I slowly slid into her anal cavity while leaning back a bit to watch the progression of what was obviously a building progression toward another orgasm. The sight of her arousal building while I continued to jam my cock into her super tight ass is still as vivid to me today as it was then. Her face dripping sweat, her hair matted to her face and various parts of her body, eyebrows scrunched as if in some divine trance or deep concentration, and her pussy visibly attempting to close and forcing out thick currents of white viscous jism, which was nothing short of torrential in volume. It seemed that nearly all the cum pumped into Becka's cunt was now pouring out and down. Gushing rhythmically into as well as onto the newly established juncture between our bodies. Leaning back forward I reached out and grasped the back of her neck with my left hand. I looked briefly down to see that there was still four or five inches of cock left outside of her tiny backside. Her rectal tunnel felt quite like an oven as I renewed my entry using my grip on the back of her neck for leverage. Meanwhile, I placed the heel of my right hand flat across her cunt, pressing down and slightly up with a fair amount of pressure. The effect was immediate and was everything that I was hoping for; her entire body stiffening into what may have been her most intense climax to this point. I held her neck firmly as I pulled her toward my own body, my engorged manhood jamming in to near the root. As she was coming her ass clamped down on me as if either to give the motion of a loving embrace or to try to expel the invader. Looking down beneath my hand I was able to behold a sight I would never forget. The constrictions of her orgasm was forcing a virtual river of cum out of her red and obviously raw pussy. As my cock was jammed near all the way up her ass I was able to clearly feel the heat emanating from the torrent of sperm as it splashed out and down upon my pubic bone. I knew at this point, due to the time of day, that I needed to wrap up this interlude. I felt as if I could continue with this thrilling activity for the entire day, but reality has to come back to the forefront of my mind sometime. I stopped to slightly readjust my position from being over and just back from Becka's prone form. I brought her knees over my elbows as I lowered myself over and on top of her. I began kissing Becka's lips and face, licking away the sweat from her nose and brow while I continued to play my cock into her now stretched out anus gradually forcing the final inch up her rectal channel. Coming out of her orgasm-induced trance she began kissing me back, frenching me in earnest. I broke the kiss to suckle and lick at her breasts, feeding on her sweet sweat and gently biting down on each nipple in turn while reveling in the sensation of my nakedness pressing down upon hers, our combined perspiration heightening the experience while wondering in the back of my mind what effect the events of the next few seconds were going to have upon Becka's internal organs. The tempo and force of thrusts was increasing as my balls increased in their concussion like slapping sound with each thrust into her ass. I felt my newest and seemingly most voluminous load of cum begin the journey that would see it's explosive release up and into the most beautiful and most petite backside I could ever have dreamed of. As much as I did not want it to end, I knew that this was it. I had no idea if I would ever get to repeat this act with this particular little girl but by this point I knew that even if we were unable to be together again that I would never ever be the same. Short, hard thrusts. New sweat pouring from my body. Blinding sensation. Blinding tightness holding my cock as it was sliding home for the final time. Becka's nails biting into my back reacting to the ungodly swelling of my cock as it swelled inside her body, forcing her open. Stretching her in a fashion she was not designed for. Pressing, bashing the swollen head of my prick up against a barrier that may or may have not been her small intestine. I had no way of knowing. I had very little knowledge of anatomy. All that I did know was that I was pushing against the very end of her ass. And now my cumming and cumming into the depth of her asshole. All I felt was a rapid enshroudment of darkness arriving together with exploding stars within my clenched eyelids. I came and came filling Becka with my exploding, cumming cock which was now nothing more than a swollen bloated slab of steel-like meat launching volleys of sperm into a reluctantly welcoming dark tunnel. I felt near passing out as the last of my cum squirted into Becka's asshole. The stress gradually left and my body slowly settled over the top of Becka's splayed, prone form. I looked down and below, seeking out her mouth. My soul, my animal instinct seeking to put a final piece of punctuation upon all that had just transpired between the two of us. My mouth finding her mouth. Helping her return to the here and now. Her lips and toungue joining mine in subtle yet clear submission to the huge black male force laying wetly over her entire body, giving me the impression that she knew deep inside that no other man would ever "have" her the way that I had her now. EPILOGUE: After recovering our senses, we three collected ourselves and cleaned up in the river. Not many words were exchanged as they were quite well un-neccessary. After we were sufficiently rinsed off, I let the two of them head back toward the house. I gave them an overly ample head start. This gave me some time in which to sit in wonder of what fortune had come my way. I really had no idea at that time what kinds of things went on at other plantations, but the event that I had just participated in was not common place, even in the least. I had never allowed myself to fantasize about a white woman. But I knew that from this point on, my entire outlook on what is possible and more importantly, what I am capable of in a given unexpected situation would be permanently modified. ***** This has been my first try: my first story. Please let me know if you liked it. I treasure all feedback. I have been lucky thus far in that I have had some responses. Most were kind. Some were dictatorial while others were just plain advice. I welcome all. In monitoring this submission I was well and truly shocked by the sheer number of people that have read my first story. I really am unable to put into words the initial emotions I had when I first saw that nearly ten thousand people had viewed, if not fully read my story. I wish to thank Literotica for this forum and giving me the chance to create something that has the chance of being read by so many. And thanks to all of you who have read it! Don B