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The Kendrick Plantation

By: Bliss_Deveraux



A Note for the Reader:

This story is set in the Southern United States a few hundred years ago. It is purely a work of fantasy/ fiction, and is in no way an accurate representation of this era. 

All characters are 18 years of age or older.

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It was a warm evening heading into dusk on the the Kendrick Plantation, and Edward Kendrick was enjoying a sweet breeze as he rested on the porch. 27-year-old Edward was the second son of Avery Kendrick, the patriarch of the family and owner of these acres of land. A tall and handsome young man, Edward lived a life of privilege. The plantation and surrounding property had been in the Kendrick family for generations, adding greatly to the family's wealth over that time. They were the wealthiest family in the state, and as such they handled their land much as a king runs his kingdom. There were certain traditions in the Kendrick family, handed down through the years, that separated them from other families.

One of the foremost was the treatment of slaves. It was highly debated among all plantation owners, but the Kendricks had found a structure that worked for them. Their slaves were treated well, much better than most, but they were still the property of the plantation. The life of any slave was certainly not an easy one, but the family understood the long-term intelligence of treating them as valuable investments. It was frequently the little things and small creature comforts - labor incentives, providing enough food and clothing, allowing personal gardens - that kept insurrections at bay. Slaves knew the reputations of of various planters, and the Kendrick field and house workers alike knew much worse it could be for them. 

Edward's older brother William strolled by him, playfully kicking his chair as he headed towards the slave cabins. Edward smirked - he knew William was going to see Rose, his current mistress. She was a mulatto girl, young and pretty with big grey eyes and long dark curls.

He was reminded of another time, when they had gone to the cabins together. At 18 years of age, Edward had been awakened by his older brother in the middle of the night "for a sexuality lesson". He'd been pressed into carrying a square of gingham cloth full of food as he groggily followed William to the cabins by the field. Then he was positioned by the glassless window and told to "be quiet and watch" as William took the food in. The woman set the food down after thanking him and then began to undress at William's gentle command.

Growing up around horses and cattle, he was familiar with the concept of sex. But watching humans do it was a completely different experience for a young man without first hand participation experience. The fact that it was interracial and taboo only heightened everything for him. He watched fascinated as the woman removed her clothing, revealing her large, dark breasts and rounded hips. The moon was full that night, and provided the peeping Edward with all the light he could hope for. He could see and hear William slip his fingers into the woman. He watched his brother mount her, and thrust himself repeatedly into her dark skin, heard the sound of skin slapping skin, listened as she moaned.

It had been quite the lesson.

Since then, he had found that he was mostly attracted to darker women. They were exotic, forbidden, and desirable. He also found his social dominance over them to be a turn-on. He had many things he wanted to do to a woman, and the genteel ladies that he socialized with could not be dallied with in such ways. William arranged for him to be ushered into manhood a few weeks after his sexuality lesson by Rose's elder sister, Jasmine. It was a first time for both of them, but they managed to enjoy it despite their nerves. 

Their father wanted both William and Edward to marry, and soon, but did not want to rush them. There were many silly women, and he didn't want one for a daughter, as he was fond of saying.

On a recent visit to a neighboring estate, Avery Kendrick wanted his sons to join him. Originally to please his father, Edward had agreed, especially as William was busy courting a heiress that day. The estate they were to visit was renowned for its wine, the owner's daughters were young and pretty, and there was far worse company to be had, as Avery reminded him. As a young attractive man from a well-to-do family, he was a most eligible bachelor, and was generally admired by eligible young ladies as a potential match. 

When he was informed that only 18-year-old Anne would be present that day he was more than pleased. She was a great beauty - straight strawberry-blonde hair that fell to her waist, with bright blue eyes and a petite, slender figure. They had taken many occasions to steal away together to private corners of the gardens or various unused areas of the property, where Anne would allow him to kiss her and if she had a drink or two he could get her to sit in his lap as well.

He made it a point to always bring a flask full of alcohol.

Her father agreed to allow Anne to give Edward a tour of the land, sans chaperone. Their families had been close for many years. Anne was a bit mischievous, and had stolen away a bottle of sparkling white wine for the "tour". 

She and Edward crossed a tree line and ended up in a meadow on the far side of the property, drinking wine directly from the bottle as they lay among the patches of wildflowers. 

She was more than a bit drunk by now, and her inhibitions were much lowered. "Edward, do you remember when we kissed last year? And you used your tongue? I want to kiss you again." Her words were much bolder than her tone.

He happily obliged her, hovering over her supine form before claiming her lips. Anne moaned into his mouth as he kissed her. Edward wondered how far he could get her to go this time. He moved things a bit further by running his hand up her calf. She giggled nervously. He kissed her face, down her neck and across her decolletage. She breathed a bit quicker, and he was certain he could see her nipples now, erect beneath the light fabric of her bodice.

Edward smiled down at her, slipping his hand higher up her skirts. She stiffened when he reached her thigh. He flipped her skirts up, revealing her soft pink pantaloons. 

He'd reached the juncture of her thighs, the fine silk of her undergarments smooth to his fingers. Anne opened her mouth to protest, but only swallowed instead.

He could just make out the soft reddish curls on the other side of the delicate material.

"Edward," she whispered, "What do you think you're doing?"

"Nothing," he replied. "We're just taking a nice, innocent tour of your...meadow, right?"

He pinned her to the ground with his body, using one hand to work the material down her hips. 

"No, wait, what- Edward, stop!"

She wriggled under his weight, but he still managed to find her entryway. She had been lubricated by their kissing, and he was able to slip one finger into her tight center and detect the hymen. 

"Edward, stop this instant! Edward! No!" He nodded to himself and withdrew.

He paused. "If you keep fighting me, you'll rip your pretty clothes."

"Please, Edward." A tear ran down her face. "Father is negotiating to find me a husband, I can't -"

"Calm yourself. I don't want to have sex with you," he scoffed.

"But you tried to-"

"I can have sex anytime I want," he told her, gripping her wrists in one hand. "I want to do something else to you."

It was true - among the help on the Kendrick plantation was Maggie, short for Margaret, an indentured servant from Ireland. She was a buxom, pretty young redhead who was always willing. As a matter of fact, he'd had sex with her that morning before leaving with his father. But William had bragged to Edward and their friends about "kissing betwixt a woman's thighs", and he wanted to try it for himself. Considering what the act consisted of, he felt he should perform it on a woman of his own socioeconomic class, as she would likely be cleaner - or so he reasoned. Anne Marie Deveraux was descended from French royalty and a virgin to boot. She would be a perfect specimen. 

"No! Edward, you have to let me go at once. I insist!"

He gripped her wrists more tightly in his hand, causing her to cry out in pain.

"There will be no more insisting from you, Anne. I'll tell you what is going to happen next. You and I are going to take some time, and try something new together," he said, shaking his head at her sternly. She stared up at him with wide blue eyes as he continued. "And if you keep fighting me, I will force myself upon you, and then I will paint you as whore to anyone who will keep still long enough for me to finish the sentence. You know, my stepmother is having a dinner party next week-"

She gasped in terror. "Edward, please. Please don't-"

"You'll do what I say? I promise not to hurt you."

"It doesn't seem as though you are really giving me much choice, are you? Fine. I'll do it."

"Don't be that way, Anne. You might even like this."

She finally raised her eyes to his. "I will most certainly not like it. Do what you're going to do, please."

Edward worked her underthings down her legs, keeping them on at her ankles as she looked on in fear and anticipation. He moved his head and shoulders between her thighs, essentially locking her body into place for him. As he moved his mouth towards her moist, plump nether lips-

"Oh, Edward! What are you going to?" 

She sounded even more alarmed at this prospect than the simple rape she had previously been expecting. He simply looked up at her and smiled before lowering his mouth to her pink petals. 

As a new adventurer to this land, his tongue was cautious but curious. The tip of his tongue gently opened her, slowly exploring her clean, sweet smelling folds from the bottom up. "Oh," she breathed quietly, as his tongue touched an especially sensitive area. Her body untensed underneath him.

Interested, he retraced his steps until he duplicated the reaction. She also whimpered softly this time, and unknowingly spread her thighs open wider. He cautiously released her wrists as he licked her repeatedly, paying attention to her responses as she moaned and whimpered.

He withdrew, promptly replacing his mouth with his fingers, determined to find the special place his mouth had just uncovered. She jumped as he grazed a curious area near the top. 

"Oh, my goodness. What...what are you doing?" Anne was breathless as she tried to speak.

"I'm not sure...how did it feel?" He stared at her intently as he waited for a response. "Did it feel good?"

"I-" Anne faltered, blushing. "I think so," she whispered.

He smiled, his green eyes sparkling in the bright afternoon sun. His fingers worked carefully then exposed the quivering pink nub to the air. He stared at it wonderingly. What was this little thing? Did all girls have one? How had he never noticed this before? Edward gently poked it with his fingertip. Anne yelped and jumped again. "What on earth is that?" She breathed.

"I don't know," Edward confessed as he continued to gently rub and press the sensitive area, taking note of the way her body writhed in pleasure as the nubbin swelled. She was seeping fluid, and he wanted to taste it again. He lowered his head, pressing his tongue against her soft wet flesh.

He enjoyed the change in her, as this time Anne wrapped her legs around his head, rubbing his ears with her silken inner thighs as he steadily licked her honeyed center. Her soft little sounds grew increasingly louder. Suddenly she was crying out, her hips bucking and her long legs clamped about his head. Then she was pushing his head away and mumbling, her legs shaking in the flowers.

Edward pressed the fingers of one hand between her lips, holding them in her soaking wet slit, and used the other hand to quickly fish out his swollen cock, bringing him to a quick release before she had recovered from her orgasm. Anne stared at him for a long while as they both lay in the grass, breathing heavily from their exertions.

She demanded that they both rearrange themselves completely before heading back to the house, and Edward was more than happy to acquiesce. She felt much more sober now.

That evening she slipped him a note after dinner, wherein she called him a "most arrogant scoundrel" and went on to say that she did nevertheless thanked him for "his most kind and earnest attentions, reluctantly though they were received at the time". It was only signed "A" and not addressed to anyone. He slipped it into his coat to add to his trophy box for later. 

Anne Deveraux was married off some six months later, and William went to represent the family. During that time, Edward made certain to conduct a thorough investigation of Maggie's feminine parts, quickly discovering that yes, this was a common thing among women, and they liked it a lot. 

Edward had since formally acknowledged his first mistress. His stepmother Eloise did not approve, but no ranking member of the household was interested in anything she had to say, and after all he was hardly the first Kendrick man to claim a slave woman as his mistress.

18-year-old Virginia had had an interesting childhood. Her mother was a pleasure slave, of Nigerian and Egyptian parentage. Virginia was conceived in the brothel where her mother served, and the father was an Arab client. She had beautiful dark skin, high cheekbones and a very exotic appearance. She was 5'6", with large breasts, a curvy hip to waist ratio and toned legs. She was skilled at gardening for food and herbs, and kept her dark hair in waist length braids that took her hours to do. 

Virginia's mother had taken ill for weeks before passing away, leaving her daughter in debt to the owner, Ruth, at the age of 13. She had helped with the cleaning and cooking since she was 6, and taken over completely once her mother had taken ill. Still, Ruth, who happened to be a white woman, reasoned that it wasn't enough. She would have to take on clients to earn her keep. Virginia pleaded with her. The woman was sympathetic - she had always liked the girl - but she needed money to cover her expenses. Luckily, during her last week of safety, a miracle happened. When Avery Kendrick came in one night, Ruth managed to arrange a purchase. He had a reputation for being good to his slaves, and if Virginia acted well she would have a decent life. It was the most she could do for her.

When Avery Kendrick had brought her home, he took her to May, said "I think she'll be good for the place" and left it at that. May was Rose's mother and the head house slave, and she quickly figured out where to put Virginia to work. 

Virginia tended the sizable gardening plot, the one that fed the family. She harvested and cleaned produce from the plot for meals, helped May wash and hang laundry on the clotheslines, collected eggs from the chickens, milked cows and churned butter.

Edward had noticed her as soon as she blossomed into a woman. But he waited. He enjoyed the thrill of the chase. He cultivated a friendship with her over the years, and every man on the property knew he would be claiming her. Once she was 18, she was ripe and ready to be plucked.

But still, he worked his way up to things. He had always been a patient person. He felt that the payoff would be more satisfying through finesse and skill rather than brute force. It would be far too easy to simply compel her, whether physically or through verbal threats. To really work at it, to make her take his wants to be her own - that took true cunning.

He started to arrange to meet her in the barn a few nights a week. They would sit and talk and then he would kiss her, ever so softly, slowly working her guard down. Once he knew that she was receptive, he began to give her small presents - a lesson he'd learned from William. The first night he brought her a sliver of pecan pie and they kissed in the loft of the barn surrounded by the sweet smelling hay. The next week, it was a jar of dried fruit and nuts. Virginia nibbled on them while Edward nibbled on her neck, his hands sweeping lightly across her large breasts. Edward asked her to show them to him, but she was nervous and shy, so he didn't press the issue. The next week, however, she brought up the topic, saying that she was ready if he still wanted to have a look. He managed to remain solemn during her earnest offer, and was especially proud of himself for not reaching out to grope her chest when she briefly lifted her cotton shirt.

When he had kissed her in the dark that night, after gifting her with a length of green ribbon, Edward had remarked upon the lovely scent of her long braids, and she told him that she used a lavender infused oil that she made herself on her hair. 

So the next week he gave her a gift of a large bunch of dried lavender, more than she would easily be able to grow and dry herself in the average year. She was very grateful, exclaiming about how much better the oil would be while clapping her hands cutely. "May I hug you?" she asked shyly.

He opened his arms, and she stepped into his embrace. "You're very warm," she whispered into his chest. He was much taller than she was. 

"I think you're beautiful, Virginia," he said simply as he looked down at her. She had gathered her braids into a chinon of sorts that evening, no head wrap for the night, the green ribbon he'd given her holding the bun into place. She stood there in stunned silence for a moment. 

"You...really think so-"

He leaned down and kissed her again, this time walking her the few steps back into the wall of the barn stall, running his hands up and down her well endowed chest as he pressed her into the corner. She felt incredibly aroused - Edward was attractive and had always been very kind to her - and her teenage body had desires she hadn't yet fulfilled. She gasped for air as he stepped back, giving her a brief moment of open air before his lips began to work their way across her neck. 

His skilled fingers expertly untied her shirt, giving him the ability to work the top part down past her breasts, exposing the massive firm orbs to the night summer's air. He had never seen a pair so large. He wouldn't have imagined that a woman could possess breasts that were each the size of a small watermelon, especially not a woman who was otherwise rather slender, and he certainly wouldn't have imagined that they would be so large and perky at the same time.

He palmed them, one in each hand as he shook them up and down on her chest. 

"Sir, I'm-"

"We're alone. It's Edward, remember?"

"E-Edward. My chest, the tips of my breasts-"

Edward had just been observing the tips of her breasts, admiring their size and how lovely they looked on her large, perky, bosom. At this he leaned forward, licking the entirety of her large areola, and small erect nipples. "Oh!" She gasped, bouncing delightfully. "Oh, oh please," she moaned. "Edward...Oh. Oh my..."

He kissed, licked and sucked his way to her other nipple, drawing it into his mouth as she panted and cried out. Edward felt his turgid cock throb in his pants as he squeezed her tits again.

"I need your help, Virginia," he murmured into her ear as he caressed her hip. "I have an erection, and I need you to help me relieve it." She started to speak, but lost her words when he pressed himself into her other hip. Holy Lord, was that...? 

Her hand rested at her side, and he led it to his engorged cock, restrained beneath his trousers. Virginia gasped before gathering herself and nodding. She was rewarded by a smile from her master, who quickly undid the front of his trousers. His thick cock sprang forth, causing Virginia to jump back in fright, even if she couldn't take her eyes off of it. Edward leaned down to draw her nipples back into his mouth, holding her hand against his hardness.


The Kendrick Plantation Ch. 02



A Note for the Reader:

This story is set in the Southern United States a few hundred years ago. It is purely a work of fantasy/ fiction, and is in no way an accurate representation of this era. 

All characters involved in sexual situations are 18 years of age or older.

The following events pick up where Part I ends.





The following evening was much cooler, and the fire Edward built that night was warm and crackling. Ellie entered with a pretty curtsy, and began to assemble his bathing items while the male slaves filled his tub with hot water. He read a novel while he waited, and surreptitiously watched Ellie move about in her new cotton uniform. The shift stopped just above her elbows and just below her knees, and was the perfect thickness. She looked modest enough now, but once the front of the shift got wet, he'd be able to practically see her naked again. 

"Sir? It's ready whenever you would like to start." Ellie's voice called sweetly across the room to him. Edward stood and undressed, draping his clothing across his reading chair. He crossed the room naked, enjoying the look on Ellie's face as she fought to keep her eyes away from his cock as it woke. He was pleased with the temperature as he lowered himself into the tub, and made sure to tell her. "I am glad, Sir," she murmured in reply. 

He splashed her immediately upon entering the tub, soaking her front to the waist. He started small talk with her as she scrubbed his back and shoulders. They discussed her work for the day, and he learned that her older brother had been hired at Anne Deveraux's -Anne Francis, I suppose, he mentally corrected - new estate, the one she had moved to when she married. 

When Ellie finished washing his midsection, she hesitated, soaping up the washcloth excessively. She steeled herself to continue. As she lowered her hand towards his upright member, Edward cracked open an eye. "Why don't you skip that for now? Do my legs and feet first." Ellie was more than happy to put it off a bit longer. 

He was hardly even dirty, and more quickly than she had anticipated, she was back at IT. It's just a cock. It's only his cock. Ellie washed his heavy balls under the water. Edward watched her through half-lidded eyes. Her hands were ever so soft, and they felt so pleasant on his sensitive skin. 

Ellie slowly slid her soapy hands up his hard shaft. She gently retracted his foreskin, rubbing her fingertips across the entireity of his exposed cockhead. Edward bit back a noise. Ellie stroked up and down his length, loosing her self in the repetitiveness of the motion. His cock throbbed beneath her gentle ministrations. 

She remembered herself after a while and slowed to a stop. 

"I'm sorry," she mumbled as she flushed.

"I didn't stop you because I would like you to keep doing that." Edward's eyes pierced her.

She hesitated.

"Now, please, Ellie. It's very important."

Ellie nodded, wrapping her hands around him again.

"So...should I just keep doing like I was?"

"Yes. That was perfect," Edward responded softly. "And I'll let you know when to cease." He grabbed an extra washcloth and held it in his hand as he lay back to enjoy Ellie's attentions.

You are his chambermaid. It is your duty to help him in such things, Ellie told herself over and over. She was completely unaware of the show she made - her thin shift sticking wetly to her pretty tits as she stroked her master's hard cock for him. Edward was enjoying the performance, even more so for her innocence. 

And Ellie realized that she felt very, very powerful. The very act of bathing another person was intimate in and of itself - and here Edward Kendrick was trusting her even with his most vulnerable and sensitive parts. Entrusting her with his pleasure. She smiled softly at the thought. 

Watching her smile while she rubbed his cock was more than Edward could handle. He suddenly stiffened with a groan. Ellie obediently continued to work his shaft until he motioned her away, spurting his creamy load in the washcloth.

He handed it to her for the laundry, and Ellie was shocked by the volume of fluid. He is very masculine, she thought to herself as she finished readying him for sleep. She took a moment to admire his attractiveness as she pulled the covers to his bare chest. 

When a naked Ellie climbed into her own bed a short while later, she found herself unusually restless. When she closed her eyes she was back in Edward's room, rubbing and stroking his long thick cock. She wondered what it would be like to make love to him. She found her fingers gliding to her puffy nipples, gently tweaking them. She moaned softly, taking one hand to wind between her legs, into the wetness that had been gathering since Edward had asked her to keep stroking him. She had never had the privacy to explore her own body - she had always shared a room with her family or other servants and slaves. She felt giddy at the opportunity. She explored her pussy for a while, but returned to pull at her sensitive nipples. Perhaps I will take a bath this week, and have some personal time then, she mused as she drew her nipples to erection. She moaned again, and then froze. Edward is right next door. He will surely hear me. It would be humiliating, and she might lose her job. She reluctantly stopped touching herself and settled in to go to sleep.

In the bed on the other side of the wall, Edward was smiling. He'd heard her. The first time, he thought that he was imagining things. But he'd stayed quiet and still, listening. The second moan was unmistakable. He wondered what she was doing. He remembered when he'd seen her exposed before - by the springhouse, and in the doctor's cottage. He wondered if she was squeezing her sweet tits, or working one of her long slim fingers into her wet center. 

He fell asleep smiling.

The next two nights were much the same: Ellie stroked Edward to a climax, then found herself in bed touching herself but afraid to allow it to progress. She was very frustrated. 

Then it was Sunday, Ellie's day off. She'd found an old wooden bathing tub, cleaned and claimed it. That morning, she hauled it up to her room just after dawn, barring the door behind her. She carried up buckets of water and poured most of them into several kettles over the fire, undressing while they heated.

She lay on her bed, nude and excited. She breathed in deeply, slowly running her hands across her body. She caressed her smooth shoulders, cupped and squeezed her breasts, traced the indent of her small waist on each side. Ellie spread her thighs aparts, pressing her fingers down through her blonde curls to the soft, wet flesh beneath. She traced her finger in a circle around her stiffening clit as she fought to keep her pleasure from escaping in a vocal fashion. "Oooh," she whimpered softly, pressing her face into the pillow. Something was about to happen, she could feel it. She felt so close to something....and then she was there, and moaning as her thighs clamped tightly around her fingers. It took her a few minutes to come down again. 

Once she'd gathered herself, the water was ready to be poured and Ellie slipped into the steaming hot water for a leisurely bath. She was going to visit her mother today. Her brother was starting a new job, but hopefully she would be able to see him for breakfast before he left. 

She dressed quickly in a new pale green cotton dress. It had a pretty eyelet hemline. Edward had given her money to buy clothes - he said that her appearance reflected upon him, and that she needed to dress as such. She had dutifully gone to the store and bought two dresses for everyday wear. She had spent two days pay on each dress, but Ellie thought it was worth it. She'd never had anything nice before, and besides, she even had money left over. Edward had told her to keep the change and spend it as she saw fit. 

She finished by pinning her hair into a smooth bun beneath her bonnet. And finally, she slipped the leftover cash into her shoe. Her mother would be happy to have some money to buy food, and the house needed some leaks fixed before the cold set in. 

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David, Ellie's older brother, was hard at work this particular day. His father had noticed and encouraged his affinity for horses from an early age, so David had become quite proficient in training them. John Francis, Anne Deveraux's new husband, had acquired a fine new stallion he wanted to stud, but the beast had proven to be highly unruly. David had been more than happy to hire on to work with the animal at John's request. It was his second week working with the stallion, and the horse showed a noticeable change in temperament - but only with David. He assured John that in time, Sultan would be much calmer with everyone. 

Anne watched from the window of her dressing room as David brushed the grey stallion. They were a pair of beautiful specimens, the horse and the shirtless young man. He was beautifully muscled, with broad shoulders and powerful looking arms. She knew that he was black, but he had the coloring of someone much more fair. In a place where his parentage was not known, he would easily pass for white. Anne found herself wondering what color his eyes were. 

"Anne?" She turned quickly at the sound of her husband's voice in the hall. He mustn't catch me ogling the help. She busied herself with a fistful of fabric and ribbons just before he poked his head into the room. "There you are, darling," he kissed her sweetly on the forehead and Anne felt guilty. 

John was a good husband - an excellent provider, comely of face, possessed of an attractive build, and a gentle man. Her father had done his best to arrange a good, stable match for her. When she met John, he had gazed at her chest for a moment longer than proper. It reminded her of Edward, and caused her to be hopeful.

But Anne soon found John to be the dullest man she had ever met. She had looked forward to the sex that would come with marriage, and was highly disappointed. Despite being a virgin on her wedding day, she had experienced sensual encounters, and expected that intercourse with her husband would be even more thrilling than those. John, however, was anything but thrilling. 

On their wedding night, he crawled on top of her. They kissed deeply as John touched her body. Just as Anne felt her moisture beginning to seep, John pressed his cockhead to her opening, easing it in. She was just wet enough. She had hoped that he might kiss and lick her sensitive nipples, but he was set on the end point. He slid in slowly, mindful of her virginity. She gasped when he bottomed out on her cervix, clenching involuntarily. 

John had already been struggling not to climax, and that extra tightness was more than his deprived cock could bear. Within a few strokes, he was filling his young bride with copious amounts of his cum.

Anne wanted to cry. She felt sore, unrelieved and all she had to show for waiting until marriage was a huge mess leaking from her aching center. 

It had been much the same every night that he climbed on top of her. He lasted longer after that first night, but always left her unsatisfied. They had recently celebrated their one year anniversary and Anne was at her wits end.

"That trip that I mentioned has been moved up," he continued. "I'll have to leave in two days. I think to be gone for two weeks, but it may take longer. It all depends on how these negotiations go." John Francis and his brothers were in the family business of owning hotels and it was his primary source of wealth. They were looking to acquire another property, this one in the North.

"I don't want you to get lonely, so I've taken the liberty of inviting Catherine Kendrick to come and stay with you for a while." Anne was genuinely pleased. Catherine was a childhood friend, the younger (half) sister of Edward Kendrick and recently returned from boarding school. "You are very kind and thoughtful. Thank you." Anne kissed him quickly before exiting. 

Catherine arrived with her young slave girl Bessie and a large trunk of clothes the following Tuesday in the conveyance the Francis' had sent for her. Two years older than Anne, Catherine was just as beautiful as she had remembered. Her auburn hair was much longer now, just below her waist, but her grey-green eyes looked as mischievous as ever. They ran to embrace, giggling and squealing like schoolgirls. 

"Come on, Bessie," Catherine said. "Oh, I don't have her carry stuff," she added at Anne's mild, but inquisitive look. The girl looked to be about 8 years of age, and was dressed in a frilly dress of pink cotton with layers of lace. Her hair was braided and beribboned - she didn't look much like a slave girl. Anne called her servant Henry over to carry the trunk, laughing. "I should think not. She's a tiny little thing, and that trunk of yours probably weighs more than all three of us!"

Catherine set Bessie to unpacking their belongings into the guest room, while she and Anne slipped away to Anne's bedroom. Anne locked the door behind them and then immediately took Catherine into her dressing room. She pulled her friend to the window and pointed out David. At the moment, he was pumping water for two of Anne's prettier house servants. They were giggling and watching him admiringly.

"I want to play with him," Anne giggled quietly. 

"Ooooh," Catherine breathed. "He is really beautiful. What do you have in mind?" 

"Well...I hadn't honestly thought it through that much. Although..." Anne cleared her throat before continuing. "Have you ever had a man lick you? Between your legs, I mean?"

Catherine laughed delightedly. "No! Why, have you?"

"Yes, once. It was...well, it ended really nicely."

"Who was it?" Catherine stared at her in open curiosity. "Was it your husband?"

"Oh, my goodness, no! He...has been a dreadful disappointment. I almost wish I hadn't given him my virginity."

"Oh, that's a shame. He's so good looking, too." She regarded Anne for a bit, fanning herself. "So? Are you going to tell me who licked you between your legs?" She poked her in the side.

"Oh, all right.,"Anne sighed. "It was your brother, Edward."

Catherine gasped. "Well!" She laughed. "What was it like?"

"Well....I didn't want to do it at first. Edward's very...persuasive, though-"

"I'll bet he just is."

"-and once he was doing it, it was really nice. His tongue and his lips- Well, they felt quite wonderful," Anne admitted. 

"It sounds like it could be 'quite wonderful'. Well, excusing the part where it's my brother."

"I attempted to spare you the details, Catherine," Anne shrugged. 

"Yes, you tell it true," Catherine confessed. She stared at David out the window. He had wonderful blond curls, cropped short. "So you to play with him?"

"Oh desperately," Anne murmured. "I don't know when I'll have another opportunity like this one."

"It is meant to be! Anne, we will take advantage of this timing." She smiled a wicked little smile and settled in.

They had an early dinner of biscuits, lemonade, cold chicken, and salad brought up. They ate while they laughed and schemed. They were so turned on they could hardly stand it. "Bessie?" Catherine called in her little slave. She had saved her the drumsticks (her favorites) as well as portions of the other dishes. She gave her the remaining food to eat and told her to take it along with their plates.

"And this is important, Bessie. Right now, you're to go downstairs and find Henry. He took our bags, remember? He'll be in the kitchen. You tell him to send David up here. That's it - don't tell him anything else. Then you can eat." She turned to Anne. "Do you have any girls her age? Sweet and kind ones?"

"You know we don't keep slaves-"

"Yes, yes-"

"- but Henry has two girls around her age, Jasmine and Rose. They live here too."

"Bessie, you have the night off - go make some new friends. You can show them you new doll. I'll send for you when you're needed."

Bessie stared at Catherine, biting her lip. "Are you angry with me?" 

"No, no, of course not. I'm giving you the night off, aren't I? Now run along." The child nodded and ran off. "She seems like a sweet child,"Anne observed. 

"She is, and bright. I'm teaching her to read," Catherine confessed.

"Are you mad? Do you know what kind of trouble-"

"Yes, yes!" She snapped impatiently. "I'm fully aware. And you're not exactly one to talk about risks at this moment, are you?"

The women glared at each other for a long moment before they broke out in giggles.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" Anne shook her head. "I'm just nervous, I guess."

"Don't be silly. This is going to be so much fun." Catherine squeezed Anne's hand. "You're right. It'll be just like old times. I'm going to go hide." She went into Anne's dressing room and closed the door, situating herself in the chair. She adjusted the shutters on the door to give herself the best possible view of the bed and waited for the show to unfold.

David stood over the water pump and ran his hand over his wet hair, shaking out the excess moisture. He thought that it would be best to take a few minutes to clean up before responding to Miss Anne's urgent summons than to appear before her smelling of horse and fouling up her carpet. Women were seldom angry with him for taking the time to be more presentable. 

He entered through the kitchen. Two mulatto girls were rolling dough for the morning's biscuits and chattering loudly to each other. They looked like sisters. David nodded at them in greeting before continuing into the house. He counted the doors as he'd been instructed, knocking on the third. 

"You may enter," Miss Anne's voice called to him sweetly. "Close the door behind you," she added as he crossed the threshold. David had not had much contact with the lady of the house. He had only seen her in passing with her husband. She was always very prim and proper, with her long blonde hair pinned up and hidden. 

The woman before him this evening seemed an entirely different creature. She wore a white silk peignoir, an article of clothing that hid everything yet managed to be incomparably enticing. Her bare feet were exposed beneath the hem, her dainty ankles crossed. Her hair that was usually tucked away from view.... He'd never seen it unbound before. The coloring was much like his own, but very different too. It fell to her waist in golden waves.

David fought the urge to stare. "Miss Anne," he started, inclining his head respectfully, "Henry said you wanted to see me?"

She regarded him thoughtfully for a long moment before speaking. "Lock the door behind you and come over here." She moved to the dark green chaise and patted the seat beside her. David had an idea of where this conversation was headed. 

Two years ago, at the age of 19, he had been hired out to help train an exceptionally feisty mare. The couple that owned the ranch were Spanish and looked to be in their early 30's. Theresa Blanco looked Mediterranean, while Sebastian Blanco had more of a European cast. The arrangement included them providing him with room and board for the duration. 

There were 2 little children playing and running around the place everyday, and he took them to be their own children. After several weeks, Theresa's sister came and the children left with her. Then he realized that the children were her niece and nephew.

Late the following evening, the woman approached him tearfully. She and her husband had been trying unsuccessfully to conceive a child for years. She was certain that the fault was with her husband. She loved him more than life, but she needed a baby to be happy. He would be out of town for a week, and during that time, she wanted David to impregnate her. 




The Kendrick Plantation Ch. 02



He was afraid at first; to be caught would mean his life. Theresa promised silence and assured him that no one would be able to guess the child's ethnic parentage. She pleaded with him so prettily that he relented despite his misgivings. He was neither virginal nor experienced, and having sex with Theresa every night became an obsession. 

Every night that her husband was gone, he would sneak into her bedroom and dutifully pump her full of his life-giving fluids. Theresa was attractive enough, but David felt guilty. Theresa is married. Yet he found himself at her door each night, longing to kiss her floral scented neck, nuzzle her small, firm breasts, to feel her soft thighs around his waist as he pumped in and out of her. He told himself that if this was wrong, then the child would not be conceived. In the end, Sebastian's trip took eleven days rather than the predicted seven. 

The following spring David returned for foaling season, almost exactly a year later. 

Theresa sat in a rocking chair on the front porch, holding a young infant. She smiled at him secretively. He took a peek around. No one was around to observe. He stepped closer to them. 

Theresa had been right, David thought with relief. This baby didn't look black. He had his mother's golden brown hair, and Mediterranean coloring. Maybe Theresa had been wrong and it was Sebastian's baby after all. "It's a boy," she whispered. "Thank you so much, David. I owe you everything." The infant opened his eyes at the sound of his mother's voice, and then David saw the tell. The baby had his green eyes.

David focused on the present. Anne was pouring him a glass of wine and staring at him as if she was waiting for an answer. "I'm sorry," he said, shaking his head. "I'm feeling anxious to be here."

"Oh, David, you don't have anything to be anxious about. We're all friends here. Won't you have a drink with me?" She slid the glass across the table to him.

"So, then. How are things going with the work my husband has tasked you with?" 

He paused a moment. The wine was stronger than he'd thought, and it had caught him in the back of the throat. "I am working very hard for Mr Francis," he assured her. "Sultan-"

"David, I haven't asked you here to talk about the horses," Anne interrupted quietly. She drained her half-glass of wine in ladylike sips before continuing. "Do you think I'm pretty?"

"Why, of course. I think you're beautiful, Miss Anne."

"Thank you David. Do you know what? I think you're beautiful too."

"That's kind of you to say. I've never been told that before."

Anne smiled shyly at him. "I watched you today, when you were working with Sultan. I thought you looked more like a sculpture than a man. And I...I found myself wondering what it would be like to touch you."

She took a breath to calm her nerves, sliding her empty glass closer to David and the bottle. He refilled her empty wine glass.

"David? Would you like to touch me?"

"Yes. Yes, I would very much like to touch you."

Anne laughed softly. She was nervous and giddy all at once. "Take off your shirt."

David obliged. Anne admired the view; his smooth, well defined chest was a golden-kissed tan, and his dark blond hair glistened with rich highlights reflected in his green eyes. "But- Miss Anne, I don't want to get into trouble. If you get pregnant-"

She rubbed her hand across his stomach, lightly stroking the muscles that showed through his skin. "Pregnant? Oh, no, no. I'm not talking about doing anything that I could get pregnant from. At least, not yet," she allowed. Anne couldn't take herself seriously if she didn't consider the possibility that she might have sex with David. 

He was surprised at this revelation. Anne was 20 to John's 30, but he seemed the type who would make the effort to keep his wife happy in bed. "For right now, I just mean having some fun together. And you must be discreet. John can never find out." 

Before long, Catherine was being treated to an up close peep show that was better than she had dared to imagine. Anne was stretched out across her bed, her beautiful peignoir hastily pushed up to her waist. David had taken Anne's patient instructions like a professional. He had never performed oral sex before, but he was a quick study and eager to please. And now, he had one of his big hands clamped over her mouth to stifle the sounds of her ecstasy. His own mouth was clamped tightly over Anne's swollen clit, while two fingers of his other hand plunged furiously in and out of her throbbing wet center. Anne groaned low in her throat as her legs clamped tightly across David's wrist. 

Catherine bit her lip in envy. She and Anne had played this game when they were younger many times. One of them would hide in an armoire or dressing room and watch while the other would fool around with a young man they both thought handsome. Catherine was usually the one being watched. She would allow the boy to undress her to the waist and mouth her breasts. Sometimes, she would give them relief with her hands. She even been brazen enough to give oral pleasure to one young man. It took her two tries as he was too excited and came while she was still licking the underside of him, before she had even gotten him into her mouth during the first attempt. The second time, she jerked him off first before trying it out. They had both been pleased to discover that she could get him all the way into her throat with a small amount of effort. 

When Anne's climax had receded enough, David retrieved his hand from her tight hole. "May I remove my hand from your mouth now?" 

She took a breath to calm herself before nodding. 

"Was that what you wanted, Miss Anne?"

"Yes," she murmured. "That was perfect."

"I'm glad I could accomodate you," he replied guilelessly. David stood, and then Anne noticed the strain of his leather riding pants. The outline was impressive. 

"Oh my, David," she cooed. "I think you ought to take off your pants." She reached towards his fastenings. 

David blushed bright red and deftly sidestepped her grasp. 

"Don't tell me you're shy, not now. Not after that wickedly wonderful tongue of yours, " Anne said, eyebrows raised.

"You said-"

"Don't you dare. I cannot allow you to leave this room in that condition, David. Now come here." She stood, and untied her night gown. She stopped before her nipples showed, leaving the smooth curves of her creamy decolletage on display.

By that time, David was beside her, his pants unbuckled. He still hadn't removed them, however. Anne pulled him to the bed by his pants, allowing her white silk garment to drape below her nipples. 

She took his hand and cupped it around a soft tit. He inhaled sharply; her rose-tipped breasts felt like warm silk, a perfect handful. "Open your pants," she said sternly. He eased the riding pants over his hips, allowing his erection much needed freedom. Anne was instantly entranced. It was the third one she'd ever seen up close, and the largest. It is even larger than Edward Kendrick's. She reached for it, curious to feel its hardness in her palm.

David shivered as her hand enveloped him. Her skin was warm and soft, sliding slowly up and down his impatient cock. It had been far too long since he had enjoyed a woman's touch. He closed his eyes and melted into the moment - the feel and heft of her, cupped gently in his hand, the touch of air that hit his sensitive cock head as Anne retracted his foreskin, the forbiddenness of the entire exchange. 

He grunted deeply as his climax overtook him, his spine stiffening as his heavy balls shot his pleasure onto Anne's peignoir. She milked him for all he was worth. 

Anne was surprised to discover how late it had gotten. "You'll stay on the grounds tonight," she instructed as he dressed. "There's a bed in the loft over the stable. I'll expect to see you tomorrow night, yes?" She kissed him deeply, taking the opportunity to run her hand across his chest once again.

Once David had gone, she locked the door behind him. Behind her, the dressing room door was opening as she stepped out of her nightgown. Catherine was sparkling as if she'd been the one rolling around with the handsome young horse trainer. 

Anne laughed as she cleaned her hands in the basin. "Well," she asked archly, "did you enjoy the show?"

"Oh, yes, very much." Catherine spun about in a circle. "What are you going to do with him tomorrow night?"

"I thought that we might share him," Anne replied with a dirty little smile.

Catherine was pleasantly shocked, and dropped onto the chaise. "That sounds perfect! I want to have him lick my naughty places too. How was it? It looked like you were having a rather splendid time." She finished off the rest of Anne's wine.

"I was! David is excellent at following directions, apparently." She nodded knowingly. "You'll find out tomorrow."

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That same evening back on the Kendrick Plantation, Edward was going after Virginia. "I've been thinking about you all week," he confessed as she opened the door to admit him. He pressed her lush form against his sturdy one, running his hands down her voluptuous curves as he shoved the door closed behind him. 

"Wait," Virginia said, gently pushing him back. "I haven't had supper yet. You're very early."

"I told you, I've been wanting to see you." He produced a cloth-wrapped bundle from his jacket pocket. "Is there any reason you cannot eat while naked?"

"That depends on what you brought me," she replied tartly.

Edward smiled. He liked her cheekiness. 

Virginia took the package to the table to unwrap it with Edward hot on her heels. He pressed himself against her backside while she untied the corners and worked his hands under her arms to grope her large tits as she laid the fabric flat. 

She was pleased with his gift - two large pieces of crispy fried chicken, biscuits drenched in gravy, and a large, juicy peach.

She ate a biscuit while he pulled up her dress to bare her tits. They had been the size of small watermelons before Edward had gotten her pregnant. They were slightly larger now and already much more sensitive than they had been. He tried to be gentle, but his naturally aggressive nature made it difficult. 

He waited for her to finish the biscuit before pulling the cotton shift over her head and tossing it across the table. Edward pulled Virginia to him, holding her in place as he sat on the stool at the table. She settled astride the hardness in his pants, her legs wrapped around his waist.

Edward buried his face in her tits as Virginia ate, delicately licking the butter and seasoning from her fingers from time to time. He was sure that she smelled different today, like chocolate and coffee. It was an intoxicating scent. 

He sucked as much of one enormous tit into his mouth as he could, running his tongue around it in a frenzy. Virginia paused - it was impossible to eat comfortably with Edward claiming her nipples and tits in such a savage manner. She opened her mouth to complain and his was on her. He wrapped his hand in her hair, pulling her mouth into him as he kissed her. His other hand fumbled at the front of his pants, working to draw forth his hardened desire. Virginia squirmed in his lap. His woolen jacket was rubbing against her tender nipples, and they were already so stimulated from Edwardard's handling. 

Finally free, Edward's cock poked anxiously at Virginia. He grabbed her by the hips and guided her into position to take him. She was hot, tight, sticky and wet when he entered her. She yelped as he pushed her hips down, down, down to take all of his length. Virginia could feel him deep inside of her, throbbing against her core.

Edward took a deep breath once he was firmly inside of her welcoming pussy. She'd been a virgin when he claimed her and always grippingly tight, but it had gone to another level since she had gotten pregnant. She was always dripping wet and a struggle to enter. It felt so good it almost hurt. 

He angled her torso back, sucking on her dark brown tips while he gave his cock some time to adjust and relax. It almost felt like she was trying to make it more difficult for him; the sensations of Edward's mouth clamped around her nipples sent shock waves to her groin, causing her to clench even more tightly at times. 

Edward shifted again, resting Virginia's back against his forearms behind her, his fingertips curling over her shoulders. He held her firmly as he withdrew and thrust up into her. Her tits bounced when he rammed her. She panted and whimpered, her thighs rubbing madly against his ribs as he stroked in and out of her. 

She cried out as she climaxed. "No, no," Edward admonished, kissing her collarbone, "You have to keep quiet. I'll stop if you can't do that." He paused while she gathered herself then arched back up unexpectedly. Virginia sobbed out in pleasure, and Edward pulled her toward him, his hands tangled in her long braids as he pressed her face into his shoulder.

He held her into him, muffling her moans and shrieks and keeping her lower back at the perfect angle for him to go as deeply as he wanted. He fucked her to two more orgasms before he was satisfied and took his own. 

Virginia was exhausted nigh to incoherence. Edward carried her across the room and laid her on the pallet before he pulled himself from her tight canal. 

In the night, she woke hungry. She made short work of the remaining food and had a glass of milk before adding a few sticks to the fire and climbing back into bed. Edward had woken while she was eating, and found that her feeding herself and the life that he had placed inside her aroused him heavily. 

He stroked her possessively, as she laid down beside him, gently turning her onto her back. 

"Hmmm?" Virginia mumbled sleepily. Edward squeezed her hips and ass in response. "I'm tired," she started. But Edward was already between her legs, nudging his cock past her lips and burying himself in her tight sheath.

"I'll be quick, I promise," he responded absently. He was focused on pulling her legs over his shoulders.

She moaned as he sank into her in this new position. He was so deep, and every stroke pressed the wide head of his cock into a erogenous strip within her. Edward felt her clench around him and leaned forward, putting more of his weight onto his arms and shoulders and pressing her legs back more. He sank to his knees and let her have it, driving his hips into her at an industrious pace. She sobbed out his name as she peaked, her nails raking his arms. 

He calmed his pace, taking slow deep strokes. Once she had regained her breath, she pleaded with him to allow her to rest. "Soon," Edward told her. He returned to his previous pace, pounding her quivering insides. He took her over the edge when he erupted inside her.

He took her once more in the night, and again in the morning, despite her protestations of soreness. Edward did his best to be gentle, but it couldn't be helped; with his size, he was unlikely to slide in and out undetected. He left her cabin soon after, promising to send her some treats from the kitchen.

Edward knew he would need to find an additional outlet for his sexual needs. He couldn't get by on having sex with Virginia only once a week anymore, and she was sure to become even less receptive as she progressed in her pregnancy. He had found himself much less interested in Maggie lately. It was time to move things along with Ellie. 

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David comes much later the following day; the moon is out when he knocks on Anne's door. "Come in," she replies. He locks the door behind him and removes his boots before entering the room proper. 

He is surprised to see two women waiting for him, lounging on the bed. Anne is dressed in a short, sky-blue nightgown. Her blonde hair is down and slightly tousled. She is lovely, as always. 

The woman beside her is a beauty as well, with full pink lips, sparkling grey-green eyes and a lush figure. Her hair is a rich mahogany and flows to her narrow waist. She is wrapped in a dark green satin robe. 

"Come here, David," Anne said. She stood and stretched her hand out to him. The other woman smiled invitingly. Anne grabbed his hands when he reached her, pressing her soft curves against him enticingly. "We're all going to have a great time," she whispered to him, her lips tickling his ear, "I hope you don't mind that I invited Catherine to join us. She's a dear friend, and very discreet."

David looked at her again. Catherine looked to be a delicious example of female charms. His life was already forfeit if Anne should be duplicitous; there was no clear advantage to saying "no" under these circumstances. There were also the circumstances of Catherine staring at him as if he were an especially tasty pot roast, and she a starved pauper. 

"Yes, Miss Anne. If you say that Miss Catherine can be trusted, trust her I shall." 

"I'm glad to hear that," Catherine said quietly. She smiled at him, unconsciously tugging open the sash of her robe as she did so.

"I'll start." Anne unbuttoned her nightgown, letting it fall to the floor around her ankles. She tossed her golden hair over one shoulder, giving an unobscured view of her body from the front. "Your turn, David."

Catherine blushed faintly beside her.

He pulled his shirt over his head in one smooth motion. His riding pants followed, and then he stood gloriously nude before them. 

He looks even better up close, Catherine thought as she looked him over. David towered over both of them by around eight inches and he looked as though he had been carved from fine marble. His heavy cock jutted out proudly. It was so large.....

Anne nudged her with an elbow.

"Oh, yes." She blushed a bit brighter as she undid her sash, allowing the robe to part before shrugging it onto the floor. 

Anne giggled as David stared at her.

"I- I went to boarding school in England with girls from the Middle East. They all do that there," Catherine explained. She had gotten into the habit of using halaweh for removing her body hair in school and found it addicting. 

David didn't mind. "It's different. I...I hope you will let me see it up close."

"Yes," Anne chimed in, "you should give it a close look now. Give Catherine a good look like you gave me."

She swatted him on his tight rear end as he moved towards her friend. David picked Catherine up and tossed her onto the bed, much to her delight. He stared down at her. She had delectable tits, with long nipples that begged to be sucked. She had fallen with her legs open, revealing a smooth, plump pair of pink lips and a large clit. He found himself anticipating the sensation of running his lips and tongue over the hairless area. He'd never seen a woman without hair between her legs. He wondered if she'd let him fuck her. He wondered if she was a virgin. She gave off an air of innocence and pruriency all at the same time.

Anne chose a spot of the bed catacorner to where Catherine had ended, drinking from a bottle of limoncello. "May I kiss you?" David asked Catherine as he climbed over her. She nodded breathlessly, squeezing his bulging arms and shoulders as he lowered himself to her face. He tastes like sunshine and fresh cut hay. He kissed her deeply while one hand roamed her body. He groped and rubbed her tits, loving the way they overflowed his large hands. 

David kissed his way down her neck, shifting his weight to his knees to free his hands. He felt a need to touch as much of her as he could. He squeezed her tits in both hands, holding them tightly while his thumbs played over their hardening dark red tips. She writhed and moaned prettily beneath him. He lowered his mouth to suck on an erect nipple, then slid one hand down to rub at her moist slit. 




The Kendrick Plantation Ch. 02



Catherine sat up abruptly. "Wait," she said shakily,. "I, uh- I'm a virgin -" 

David quickly retreated. 

"No!" Anne crawled up the bed to her, thrusting the liquor into her hand. "Drink up, Catherine." She slid behind her, propped herself up on the pillows, and embraced her friend tightly. It was both comforting and restraining. Catherine took a long swig of the sweet yellow liquid while Anne stroked her hair.

"We'll go slow, Love. This is what you said you wanted. You don't want to do like I did, believe me." She caught David's gaze and smiled. It was meant to be reassuring, but David felt a faint shiver go up his spine. "Go on then, David. Give her pretty little parts a good licking. She used a rose soap on them this morning in her bath," she added before kissing Catherine's cheek. "Why don't you tell us how it tastes?"

David looked at Catherine. Despite Anne's forceful behavior, Catherine still looked ardent. She even opened her thighs more for him. He pulled her legs over his shoulders, massaging her inner thighs before gently tonguing her swollen pink slit. 

She did smell delightfully of roses; the odd floral scent and unfamiliar smoothness of her womanly folds made this still new experience even more intense to him. 

Catherine shuddered, arching her back as David's tongue darted into her dewy cleft. Anne deftly caught the bottle as Catherine lost control of her hands. She idly cupped one of Catherine's full breasts, tapping her nipple from time to time while she drank more limoncello. David spread her legs open more, pushing her thighs closer to her chest. He was intent on getting complete access to her every inch of her tender, responsive flesh. He flattened his tongue and slowly pressed it along her slit, sliding from the bottom to the top. When he reached her clit, he gave it several firm quick licks before beginning again. 

"Oh, yes, that's..." Catherine moaned again as he lapped at her. Every time that he reached the top, her clit swelled a bit more, and her hood retracted a little more. Before long her clit was completely exposed to his oral attentions, turning her into a whimpering, sodden mess. He stopped licking the length of her and focused only on the large and quivering pink pearl before him, giving it a furious tongue lashing. 

She moaned and shook, her body held firmly in place. And then there was an odd fluttering; a strange sort of loose tension in her belly that built into an explosion. Catherine drew in breath to scream and found Anne's hand clamped over her mouth to muffle the sound. David withdrew, smiling as he sat back on his heels. He was still very hard. 

"I think you know what to do with that," Anne purred as she gestured towards his cock.

"But you have to pull out of me," Catherine declared. "I can't risk getting pregnant!"

"Do as she says," Anne murmured, kissing Catherine's forehead she she slid away. She pushed a plump pillow behind her friend for support as she did. Catherine grabbed the bottle for one last swig as David crawled to her on his hand and knees. She drank until he reached her and Anne reclaimed it. 

David looked into her eyes and knew that she wanted it rough. He grabbed her by her rounded ass and held her up to his cock, rubbing it up and down her slippery gash. 

"Don't worry, David," Anne called out tipsily from her vantage on the chaise lounge, "she's been riding horses since she was a young girl." She giggled at her double entendre. 

He was careful anyway, only driving down once he had gained some entrance. Catherine gasped as he filled her and held, his big hand gripping her hips and crushing her pelvis to his as he let her settle to his size. 

"Oh my...." Catherine breathed slowly, blinking up at David. "It's...you're...you're so...BIG!" 

He shifted slightly, and she moaned at the intensity, shaking her head. 

"No, no, no," Catherine said. "I can't....oh....oh, David...."

He chuckled to himself. She might want it rough, but she couldn't handle it yet. He pulled out slowly, looking down at her. She was a luscious sight: full, perky tits capped by an enticing pair of nipples, her auburn hair like a curtain of mahogany silk underneath her. And she was giving him her virginity.

She whimpered as he slowly retreated almost completely, her walls clinging to his wide shaft. He pushed back into her, bottoming out against her end point. David worked her tightness slowly. Catherine was clearly enjoying the pace, and her arousal was such that he feared he would spend himself if he moved more quickly at this point. He bent down to take one of her sweet nipples into his mouth while he steadied himself. A low sound escaped her.

"That is the sound of a woman being ruined for life," Anne drawled, half jokingly. 

"I can't, David....it's too....it's too much," Catherine managed. She could barely speak. She felt like her head was going to explode and her legs hadn't stopped shaking since she'd felt his balls press against her rear end the first time.

David nodded understandingly. "I know, I know," he said in soothing tones, pulling back disarmingly.

The look on her face was one of fear: fear that he wouldn't stop, but mostly fear that he would. This time he pushed her legs back and slammed himself back into her, causing her to mouth to open in silent ecstasy. He had hit a new spot inside of her, and they both knew it. He held her in place and ran himself over that area again and again, feeling her tighten and pulse around him in appreciation. 

Catherine hollered out incoherently as her first orgasm radiated through her body. David shoved a pillow into her face and resumed. He hadn't had a virgin since he'd been once himself, and he had a grand notion to make Catherine's first time one she would always remember with blushing fondness. She cried into the pillow as he stroked her insides, this time going much more quickly. Her legs clamped about his waist when he brought her again.

He pulled out and flipped her onto her stomach before she knew what had happened.

"David?" Catherine said, confused.

David heard Anne's faint "This ought to be good" before pressing himself down on Catherine. Once he had her pressed flat into the bed, he pushed one of her legs up at the thigh, giving him access to enter her from behind. 

She whimpered as he pushed into her, pressing her even farther into the bed. The sound of his hips slapping her bouncy arse filled the room as David drilled her hard.

"Oh God....David....please....."

He pulled her hair away from her face to whisper into her ear. "'Please' what, now?"

But Catherine had lost her speech. Keeping himself inside her sheath, David turned them over on their sides, facing Anne. He moved her legs one on top of the other so he could slide in and out of her in this position, which gave complete access to her tits. He tweaked at her nipples insistently while he plowed her, and before long Catherine was pressing her face into the pillows for their noise blocking properties again.

He lightly bit the back of her neck as he raised his head. He happened to lock eyes with Anne, who was still watching avidly. She was rubbing one of her nipples with her fingertips, her full lips parted with lust. The lantern next to her lit her with an ethereal glow. She looked a like fallen angel dandling herself on the furniture. 

David didn't break the gaze. He stared her down while he pounded Catherine's core. When she shyly dipped a finger between her thighs, it was more than he could take. He scarcely remembered to pull out in time, spraying his essence all over her rear end and thighs. Anne tossed her a hand towel, but Catherine had barely noticed. 

"Oh, my....Is it always like that?" Catherine asked, round-eyed.

Anne scoffed. "Only if you're very lucky," she replied.

Catherine collapsed back into the pillows. 

"Are you tired?" Anne inquired solicitously of David.

A slow smile crept over his face as he shook his head. 

"Oh, that's wonderful. I am so very glad to hear that," she said, glancing at Catherine. The girl seemed to have passed out, but had at least been considerate enough to do so on the side of the bed. 

"Limoncello?" She walked over, offering him the bottle.

David accepted it with one hand, grabbing her by the waist with the other. Anne pressed herself against him. While he drank, his hand roamed her lithe figure familiarly. She shivered as he cupped her hip in his palm. 

He sat on the oak chest at the end of the bed and pulled her into his lap, setting the bottle on the floor. He ran his hands through her hair, and up and down her waist and hips. David cupped her tits roughly while his cock rubbed between her thighs. They were smaller than Catherine's, but by no means inferior. She reached down and gently squeezed the half that was poking up, gliding her hand around in the wetness that still coated him. He pulled at her nipples, elongating them between his fingertips. 

Anne sighed with pleasure. "Please, David," she murmured into his ear, her head resting back on his shoulder. "Don't make me wait any longer." 

In response he wrapped his hand in her hair and walked her to the side of the bed. He bent her over it, keeping her legs straight. Her stroked her exposed sex with his thumbs. Anne wiggled her hips in anticipation. He spread her lips apart, stepping forward to nudge the tip of his pole into her. David could feel the warmth seeping from her. He swept into her with one fierce motion, sinking most of his length. Her back arched in response. This one, he thought to himself, is ready to be ridden hard and rough. Anne was hot and wet for him, making sensuous noises as he thrust his length into her repeatedly. 

It was an hour later when Anne felt his rhythm change and began to implore him in soft, dulcet tones not to pull out but to spill his seed into her. He hardly needed much convincing; David was more than happy to pump her full of his load. 

Anne instructs David not to leave that night, telling him that she wants him to sleep in her bedroom. He resists, saying that it is only asking for more trouble. She is insistent, and points out the time; he is more likely to arouse suspicion if he is seen at this hour than after dawn. 

He sleeps between the two of them. As Anne falls asleep, she smiles to herself. Though she spoke only the truth to keep him in her bed overnight, she has ulterior motives.

David woke the following morning to the sensation of something warm and wet sliding down his hard cock. He groaned sleepily. 

"I think he's waking up," he heard from his shoulder.

He opened his eyes and saw Anne curled up beside him, watching as Catherine daintily licked and sucked on him. He had never received such graceful oral attentions. Her tongue wound around all his favorite spots while her lips pressed into his pubic hair. He grunted as his tip rubbed against her throat. Catherine giggled, pulling up painstakingly slowly. His balls tightened. 

Anne rubbed his chest. "Now, that you're finally awake, we're going to have some fun," she announced. She poured him a glass of water from the pitcher.

Catherine gave him a doe-eyed "good morning" as she bounced off of the bed.

David rubbed his face. He was hardly awake and he was already so horny he could hardly stand it. He drank the water, and when he was done, Anne and Catherine were waiting for him at the foot of the bed.

He took a brief moment to They were both naked, beautiful and wanted him to do things to them with his cock. There were many, many worse ways to spend the morning. Anne crooked her finger, beckoning him over.

"Pull that out," she instructed, waving airly at the oak chest. "You're going to sit on it." 

David moved the chest easily, leaving the women ogling his muscles as they rippled. 

When he sat, he was eye level with their thighs. They smiled at him as they spread open their legs. He had never seen a more inviting sight. Two very different pussies, just waiting for him. 

"We want you to lick both of us," Anne murmured as his hands slid up their thighs. David had always prided himself on being obliging to what beautiful women wanted.

He couldn't select a starting point, but Anne was much less indecisive. She gently guided his face to her moistening blonde gash, sighing with quiet delight as his tongue laved her folds. He lapped at her until Catherine's small foot began to rub his shoulder, it's owner in sore need of attention. 

Anne whined at him softly as he left. Catherine was eager for him, spreading her lips open as he neared her. Her firm, lean thighs pressed against his ears when he licked her clit. He especially enjoyed eating her honeypot. She had a slightly large clit and juicy plump lips. Sliding his tongue through Catherine's glistening pinkness was a notably sensual experience. 

And then Anne was impatiently pulling David back to her own steamy honeypot. He went back and forth tirelessly, filling the room with their pleasure. When it was Catherine's turn, she suggested a shift in position, so "poor sweet David wouldn't have to be left out".

They ended up all three on the bed; Anne at one end, Catherine at the other and David stretched out in the center. His face was currently buried between Catherine's legs. Anne gently cupped his balls and ran her soft lips and face over his erection. Catherine was finally satiated; she was so overstimulated that she couldn't handle anything more. 

When he switched back to licking Anne, Catherine was quick to pick up where she had left off that morning. She retracted his foreskin with one hand, holding his thick cock while she slowly ran her tongue around the head of his cock. David grunted wordlessly into Anne's sopping canal as Catherine expertly enveloped him in the wet warmth of her mouth and throat.

Anne let out a shriek as she hit another orgasm, her legs shaking wildly. David rested his head on her thigh while Catherine milked him for all she was worth. She turned out to be worth quite a lot, and drew his climax quicker than she expected. She aimed him onto her tits. David was surprised when she took a lick directly from the source, and even more surprised when she took several more. 

He was thoroughly drained. David closed his eyes, and Anne was tenderly stroking his face. Her hair was silky against his skin as she leaned down to whisper into his ear. "I'm not finished with you yet, David."



The Kendrick Plantation



"Are you a virgin, Virginia?" 

"Yes, sir," she replied automatically, staring down at his sizeable erection.

"I told you not to call me that when we're alone."

"I- Yes, sorry."

Edward reached out for her wrist, pulling her out of the corner. He sat on a stool, motioning for her to sit on the soft hay in front of him.

"This is my cock. I need you to help me pull all the liquid out of it."

"Oh...How do I do that?"

"Try touching it again," he suggesting, feeling his balls tighten at the notion.

She reached forward tentatively. Her hands were much softer than most of the women who worked outdoors, mostly owing to the herbal creams she made and used. His cock leapt at her touch, startling her. She recovered quickly, and endeavored to fit her hand around it. He moaned, placing his hand over hers to demonstrate the way he wanted her to stroke him. His foreskin slid back and forth over the sensitive head, right next to her face. It was quite the sight, her beautiful features and wide eyes next to his throbbing cock as the head popped in and out of view.

That was finally what did him in. Once he started to cum, Virginia instinctively jerked, aiming the head away from her face, then stared at his cock in confusion, watching numbly as the thick fluid gushed into her hand and sprayed all down her arm, just narrowly missing her hair. She wiped herself off with the hay before tucking her large breasts back into their top and retying everything.

Edward gently grasped her wrist. "I find you very pleasing, Virginia," he spoke as he tilted her chin up, forcing her eyes to meet his, "I will reward you greatly if you continue to be so." 

Over the next few weeks, Edward cajoled sweet, beautiful Virginia into going further and further in the barn. He taught her to please him with her mouth, showed her the pleasures his fingers could bring when he gently inserted them into her, and took her through multiple unexpected orgasms. Then one night, he took her behind the great house, just a few dozen yards past the family's garden she tended so well. And there was a cabin.

She stopped short, turning to look at Edward inquisitively. He smiled her at her, admiring her beautiful, dark skin in the moonlight. "Go on, Virginia. It's for you."

Her mouth dropped open. She currently shared a cabin with four other young slave women, all of whom were without other family on the property. This place was slightly larger than that one, and had a wreath of fresh herbs and flowers nailed onto the door. There was even a small patch of cleared land next the cabin.

She paused before opening the door, looking at him again to make sure. Edward opened the door, ushering her inside. Her mouth dropped open as she took it in - yes, it was still a one room house, but it was also much better than the last several rooms she had occupied. Edward had kept her busy during that day while the cabin was being finished, so as to keep it a surprise. 

For the first time in her life, she had a decent floor. It was made of the same wood as the walls, and there was even a rug, leftover from a previous incarnation of the parlor in the big house. Edward had provided thick woolen material to be used for curtains, and the same material lay across the cot, cut to blanket size. "I know it's warm now, but this way you'll have time before winter gets in," Edward told her as her ran her hand over the soft fabric. 

"You've been so kind to me," Virginia said as she brushed away a tear.

"You have pleased me greatly. I have something else for you," he pulled a brown paper wrapped package from behind a stack of firewood by the hearth. Edward lit one of the lanterns as she delightedly went through the gift.

She first untied the black ribbon, and carefully tucked it away to save. Then she began unwrapping the paper to reveal items of clothing - a new pair of shoes; two new nightgowns, one for winter, the other for warm weather; two dresses, one light, one heavy; a few pieces of undergarments; and several yards of unadorned but finely woven, soft yellow linen. 

Virginia was ecstatic. These garments were much better quality than she had ever possessed, yet would not attract the notice of any jealous women. Although, she reflected, everyone would know that she was Edward's mistress by morning if they didn't already. She looked at him, and glow of the lantern was very flattering to his short blond curls, and green eyes. He was smiling at her.

Despite her youth and lack of formal schooling, Virginia was not a stupid or naive girl. She had grown up in a brothel after all, and her mother had taught her many things about the world from an early age. She knew that if a client gave a girl a particularly large or expensive gift, he wanted something extra special from her. This was much the same, although as one of her legal owners Edward certainly didn't have to seduce her into anything.

She was very aware of her lot in life, and knew that things could be much worse. Edward was kind, attractive, and apparently generous as well. He was gentle when he touched her, and she had discovered to her confusion that she looked forward to their weekly meetings in the barn. His lips on her breasts, his hands pushing up her skirts...Virginia even enjoyed watching his face as she tongued and sucked his cock. She would accept whatever Edward wanted to do. She only hoped that he would continue to treat her so gently.

She knelt on the floor in front of him, kissing his hands. "Thank you Edward. This is more than I have dreamed," she said honestly, staring up at his with her sweet brown eyes. 

He pulled her up and looked into those limpid pools. There was an age there that belied her innocence. He kissed her deeply before pulling back and undoing her clothing.

She stood there silently as he slowly undressed her, then removed his own clothing. She stared openly. Virginia had never seen him naked before, and she was entranced by his broad, muscular physique. She had somehow never realized how strong he was. He drew her down to the new cot, running his hands across her young, firm body. As Edward pulled her on top of him, her heavy breasts hung down, bringing his hands back to groping and fondling them. She sighed softly, enjoying the way his hands felt on her skin.

Suddenly, Edward flipped her, and she found herself underneath him. Her ribbon had come loose, quickly followed by her bun, leaving the long, small braids flowing out. "You are very comely," he stated as he lowered his mouth to her nipples. Virginia felt dizzy. Her whole body felt like it was burning, fiery trails left by Edward's hands. And then he was touching her THERE, and her body felt twitchy and flushed.

Edward slipped his fingertips around through her slippery folds, gently and insistently rubbing them against the stiffened nub he sought and located. Mad with the intense arousal he was stirring, Virginia lurched, deliriously attempting to escape the building pressure in her loins. He was prepared for such a motion, and his hip kept her held as he wanted her. She soon reached a climax and her nipples stiffened as she squealed into the new blanket. 

He could wait no longer, and shifted himself atop her to whisper "I am going to enter you now" as his swollen cockhead nudged and parted her slippery lips, questing deeper to bury itself deep within her tight, wet sheath. Virginia cried out as he opened her up, shocked that he could even get something of that size into her. Edward fought his way forward, knocking out her barrier in one stroke and pushing on until he had completely buried his hard length into her tight, pulsing canal. She moaned and whimpered that he was too big, and she was sure she would be split in two. His cock throbbed at her tightness as he rested, his face buried in her large bosom, giving her a moment to adjust to his size. 

When he could hold still no more, he slid out partway, and Virginia breathed a sigh of relief. 

He pushed forward, his arms shaking with restraint as he slowly entered her again. He wanted nothing more at that moment than to just slam into her tight wet pussy, making her flesh spasm with pleasure as he pierced her over and over. Her legs shook as he stroked sensitive spots inside her, sparking involuntary clenching on her part. He moved them to his sides, and he kept her knees pressed back into her chest, forcing her sizeable teats up between them. 

Suddenly he was buried in her again, his hips slamming forward as he sank into her body. His restraint had been lost somewhere in her last moan, or perhaps when she had scratched his back in lustful abandon. Regardless, he pummeled her deeply, lost in the pleasure of her tight wet heat. His skillful strokes built a passion in her blood that drove out the fear and pain she might have otherwise felt. 

Virginia felt herself warm again as she tightened around Edward's thickness. And then she was crying out as the orgasm washed over her, driving Edward towards his own a short while later. He flooded her insides as he erupted. She had certainly been worth the wait.

She started a small fire, to keep the house warm through the night. He consented to lie with her in the cot for a while and they spoke at length.

"I will have to marry. But you will be cared for. Your duties will be adjusted as well. And I will claim and provide for any children you give me."

Virginia knew that this arrangement was likely as close as she would get to a legal marriage with children in this lifetime... unless she was freed. And what better way to get her freedom than pleasing Edward Kendrick?

It became official.

***Six Months Later***

It was unseasonably warm for Thanksgiving, and Eloise complained loudly about the heat and how it was ruining her plans for a "traditional fire" for the holiday. After dinner, Edward slipped away to visit Virginia in her cabin. She had sent a message via Rose that she wanted to speak with him.

The doctor was visiting them that week. Doctor Hammond was an old friend of Avery's, and had spent a number of holidays with the Kendrick family since becoming a widower. Virginia was pleased to see him, as she had been feeling ill for the past few weeks. The doctor had quickly informed her that she was in the early stages of pregnancy, no more than a month or so and that she should get what rest she could. She was nervous about how Edward would react to the news, but wanted to get it over with.

That night when he arrived, he brought leftovers from dinner, and she found that the biscuits settled her stomach well. Edward then took her to the cot, noticing small differences in her - increased sensitivity in her already sensitive nipples, and how much more eager she seemed for his cock than usual. He drilled her relentlessly, bringing them both to a swift and hard climax.

"Edward," she whispered after catching her breath. "I saw the doctor today." She cleared her throat before continuing. "He...I'm with child."

"You're pregnant?"

"About a month, he said." She explained being nauseous and feeling faint, and the interaction with the doctor. 

"You know, I haven't had any children before." He stared off for a while before she found it in her to nudge him.

"Edward? Are you upset?"

"No, Virginia. It would be foolish, as I know how children are created. I'm just thinking about my father."

"Oh." She looked at him anxiously, observing his furrowed brow. "You want I should keep it secret?"

"For as long as possible, yes. If anyone asks just say you're sick for now."

"Yes, I will."

He finally turned to look at her, a smile on his face as he reached for her still flat belly. "A baby. I will have food brought to you. And this week, we'll go to the creek and catch fish. It'll be good for you."

She murmured a "thank you" as he exited, relieved at how it had gone.

Edward's mind was full as he took a long walk around the grounds. Slaves, servants and Kendrick family members milled and sat about, drinking rum and singing. Everything was different on the holidays. He stopped at a copse of trees, where he adeptly rolled and smoked a cigarette while he thought about Virginia's momentous news. Avery Kendrick had been less than pleased when William had informed him, not once, but twice of bastard children - one to a slave, one to a lower class woman. The slave lived elsewhere, on another plantation. The other woman had been paid a large sum to take the child and move to Massachusetts with her family. Avery had only been angry, he stated, at the fact that he had been irresponsible enough to sire bastards before marrying and having legitimate children. 

He shook his head as he finished smoking. There was nothing for it now. He would find a good opportunity to inform him and take whatever the consequences might be. It was late now, and his bath surely ready. He headed back towards the great house. 

As he passed a storage shed, he thought he heard a noise. It was hard to hear anything over the din of drunken people all around, but he decided to have a closer look. He circled the springhouse and stopped in his tracks.

The lantern on the gravel revealed everything immediately: William Kendrick, holding a struggling young blonde woman, her bodice ripped to pieces, exposing her fine breasts; William's hand clamped over her mouth; William's other hand, buried beneath her skirts as tears ran down her lovely face; a bunch of freshly picked but forgotten wildflowers by her feet.

Edward called out, and William's head snapped up from the girl's neck. "William! Have you been drinking Scotch again?" William smiled drunkenly in reply. "This is Ellie," he slurred. 

"Yes, well, why don't you let Ellie go? I hear that Maggie is inside and very lonely."

William stood unsteadily as he considered, one hand wandering down to latch about his captive's breast. "I will go see Maggie," he announced loudly, withdrawing his hands and grabbing his lantern as he headed to the house. Ellie collapsed to the ground, shaking and crying.

Edward approached her slowly, his own lantern shining upon her as he neared. He was surprised to see that she was not white as he had first thought but was actually an octoroon or similar. She attempted fix her bodice in vain, and was left with only her small hands to cover herself. Edward removed his jacket and handed it to her, looking away as she put it on.

"I'm sorry about my brother," Edward said as she did the best she could to right herself behind him. "He has been known to drink far too much Scotch on holiday weekends and forget himself." Ellie murmured something in acknowledgment behind him. 

"Are you modest?"

"I believe I am, now."

He turned back to find her standing awkwardly, her fair face still flushed with embarrassment. "Are you injured," he asked solicitously. She shook her head, sending her blonde hair swirling. "I'm fine," she declared, gathering herself to head away. "May I return your coat tomorrow?"

But Edward could see her lies - pain in her blue eyes, in the way she stood, the slight grimace that ran across her face as she took a hesitant step. "No, I shall take you to the doctor at once," he said in a tone that brooked no argument as he offered her his arm. After a few yards of feeling her limp, he decided that that was no good either, and it would be better and quicker to just carry her. 

Her slender frame was even lighter than he'd guessed, and they made their way towards the great house at a good pace. During that time, he spoke to her, attempting to calm her fears. He was able to glean a fair amount of information: she was 19, and a free woman. Her mother, Cherry, had been a favored house slave of her father's. A smart and beautiful woman who was 1/8 black, she had persuaded the master to write the freedom of their children in his will. Ellie and her older brother David had been raised in the house along with the children of his wife. Though they were well loved by the master, the wife hated them all with a passion for as long as Ellie could remember. 

When the master had died, they three were turned out. The wife was especially bitter to discover that her husband had given all of them their freedom, as she had harbored vicious thoughts of separating them and selling them all to different harsh masters. She forbade them to take anything other than the clothes on their backs, and sent them off with cruel words and hopes for their failure. 

Thus, Ellie had found herself on the Kendrick plantation, looking for work. She had been hired by Eloise to help with the holiday feast, with the understanding that it would be a trial for more work. She had worked tirelessly all day, and had afterwards received permission to join in the festivities. 

"I was picking wildflowers, and your brother came upon me, and said that he knew of some pretty ones he was sure I would like, just behind the springhouse..." Here she fell silent, unable to continue. 

"We are here now, sweet girl, and Dr. Hammond will see to your pains." He knocked on the door of the guest house, announcing himself, and it was quickly opened. Edward explained as discretely as possible what had transpired, and the good doctor went "tsk, tsk" in disapproval at William's behavior before calling his patient over to the couch. 

Edward excused himself, and made to leave when -

"No, Edward, I may need your help. My assistant won't return until midday tomorrow," the doctor called out. 

Edward reentered the room just as the doctor was looking over Ellie's breasts. The candelabra over the examining couch was fully lit, and shone down brightly upon Ellie's naked skin. Edward paused, surprised to see her so exposed. Her breasts were high and firm, topped with bright pink nipples, and looked the perfect size to fill his hands. There were also a few scratches and bruises. Neither of them were paying him any attention as they spoke in low tones, but he felt like an awkward intruder. He sat in the chair at the desk,

attempting in vain not to watch the proceedings. He felt like a lesser man. How could he be aroused at a time like this? Doctor Hammond spoke quietly to himself as he gently looked her over, and Edward could only make out some it. 

"...some scratches, on your breasts...how's your ankle?...does this pain you...yes, yes, I see..."

"Edward," Doctor Hammond said, "Could you bring that tray and come here please?" He pointed to a wooden tray on the desk and turned back to Ellie. "Now I need Edward's assistance, but I promise you, you're perfectly safe here. Will you be alright?" 

She had calmed a bit, and the older doctor's kindly manner was comforting. She nodded, looking up at Edward as he avoided her gaze, choosing to look instead at the tins in the wooden tray he'd brought over. Doctor Hammond asked her to raise her skirts all the way. 

"I need the orange tin, with the pink salve," the doctor continued, carefully examining Ellie's bruised inner thigh. Edward sat the tray upon the stand beside the couch, quickly retrieving the requested container. He almost dropped it when he turned back around.

The doctor had repositioned Ellie so that he could get a better look at her injuries. She was now on her back, and looking up at the ceiling. Her thighs were wide open, exposing her pink area completely. She had a sparse covering of golden blonde hair. As Edward watched over his shoulder, the doctor gently and slowly spread her folds. "That's good," Hammond murmured to himself as he leaned in, "oh, here..." He sat back, taking the tin that Edward held out for him. 

"Alright Ellie - I think you're going to be just fine. There's only minor tearing. It looks like you had some fingers in you, but nothing more." She flushed an even brighter shade of pink. "I'm going to put some of this salve into your vagina now. It'll tingle for a bit, but I promise, it'll help you heal up quicker than anything else." With that, Doctor Hammond pressed two fingers into the pink salve, coating them liberally. "Try and relax," he urged gently.




The Kendrick Plantation



Ellie nodded, taking a deep breath. Ellie's legs repeatedly closed before he could make headway. The doctor sighed. "Edward, go around her. I need you to hold her legs." 

"I'm sorry, I don't know why," Ellie said tearfully. Swallowing, Edward moved to the side, leaned across her hips and grasped her thighs in his strong hands as directed by the doctor. "Now, Ellie, take another deep breath and try to relax, alright?" She nodded, staring up at the ceiling. Edward looked on from his improved vantage point, transfixed as he watched the doctor attempt to insert his thick fingers into what looked like an impossibly tight hole. He felt her thighs tense in his grip, but he was strong and she wasn't able to budge.

The doctor couldn't seem to get his fingers in. Then he tried with one finger. It took several efforts, working it gently back and forth but he was finally able to deposit the salve into her. He added a bit more and was then able to push both fingers into her tight center, sinking them to his knuckles. She shuddered as he gently worked them around inside her to leave as much of the healing salve as possible. When the doctor pulled his fingers out, they were shiny with her wetness, but the salve was gone. "Excellent," he remarked. "And exterior too, no sense in not being thorough."

And then he was meticulously applying salve outside, slowly tracing his fingertip about. He used one finger to expose her clitoris, depositing the soothing concoction beneath its hood and directly onto the swollen bit. Ellie shuddered softly as his fingers made their way across her flesh. Her pussy was so completely pink, exposed, and shiny from the balm. Edward couldn't recall a more lovely sight.

"You can release her legs now," the doctor added as he closed the tin. Edward had managed to lose control, gripping her thighs just hard enough to leave red marks on her skin but no one paid any attention.

Edward went back to the desk, trying to push thoughts of Ellie's tight pink pussy out of his head. Doctor Hammond gave her a tin, into which he had placed other salves for her bruises and a little more for her vagina if it got sore again. He gave her a spare linen shift, then they were politely but firmly ushered from the guest house. 

"Oh," Ellie said she stepped gingerly. She wore Edward's coat again and kept a tight grip on the front of it.

"What is it?"

"The salve is helping," she said, blushing again.

"Ah. Yes, well that's good," Edward nodded, trying to push out the image of her soft pussy, inches from his face and hands only minutes ago. A thought came to him. "Ellie, where do you live?"

The girl stopped in her tracks. "Oh, no!" She exclaimed. "I live with my family, by the windmill. I came with some other girls, and we were supposed to walk back together, but I'm sure to have missed them by now. I can't walk all that way alone. What am I going to do?" Her blue eyes shone with fresh tears.

"Have you spoken to Eloise yet?"

"No, I was going to go back after my walk and-"

"Forgive me for interrupting, but I've just remembered. We have a spare room, in the cookhouse. You can sleep there tonight. In the morning, we will find out about your employment."

"That is very kind of you. Only...is it safe?" She was clearly anxious.

"Yes, you'd be completely alone."

"Oh, I see," Ellie nodded. She seemed less comforted than he'd expected. Edward considered for a moment.

"Well...I do have a spare bed in my quarters," he started. When he saw that she was listening, he went on, "you'd have a separate room, but you'd be right next door to me. And the only access is through my room. You're welcome to sleep there tonight."

She smiled gratefully, wiping away an unshed tear. "I think I could sleep well there."

As they continued back to the great house, memories of Ellie's naked form continued to spring unbidden into his mind.

In the morning, Edward found that the servant's bed where Ellie had slept had been stripped and remade. He found her in the kitchen, helping May roll dough in a borrowed cotton frock. Edward greeted them both before continuing through the house. He found his stepmother in her parlor, and joined her. She was surprised, as he never entered this room. "Eloise," Edward said cordially, "might I have a word with you regarding Ellie?" 

"Ellie? Is anything the matter? She's working today, or she's supposed to be-"

"No, not at all," he assured her, stepping in and closing the door behind him.

"Good. She was useful yesterday. I want to keep her."

"Hire her, you mean?"

Eloise stared at him. "I want her to work here. Was there something you needed?"

"What's her fee? How much does she want?"

She opened a drawer and retrieved a list a names on a sheet of paper. "Let's see...Ellie. For a day of housework, 2 dollars." 

Edward nodded. Higher than many, but perfectly reasonable for her experience and status. 

"Thank you, Eloise," he nodded and took his leave, his stepmother staring behind after him.

Later that day, Edward sought Ellie out and found her with Virginia and May, hanging sheets across the line to dry. "Ellie," he called out, gesturing her over. 

"I want to hire you as my housemaid. You would also help with other housework when your duties allow it, but your primary workload would be my quarters and my person. I can offer your 4 dollars per day. This is a live in position, and you will receive one day off each week. Is this acceptable?"

Ellie stared up at Edward for a long moment. Then her pretty face broke into a smile. "That is a very generous offer, Mr Kendrick. I promise I'll work really hard for you." "Excellent," Edward replied, nodding as he continued. "This position is a personal and intimate one, and will require your discretion in many things. I pay well to ensure that." "I understand, Mr Kendrick. I'll be very discrete. Thank you so much!"

Edward spoke to May, informing her of the new position and of his need for a trainer that evening. She smiled and thanked him, volunteering her daughter Rose.

At nine o'clock that evening, Edward sat by the fire in his bedroom, reading. Then Rose and Ellie were there holding his bathtub, accompanied by two male slaves who were carrying up the water. The girls put the large copper tub on the floor, and Rose began to instruct Ellie in Edward's night time ablutions as they pinned their hair up to keep it out of the way. Edward continued to read, but kept a close eye on the proceedings nonetheless. 

"See? Eight buckets," Rose announced to Ellie as the last bucket of hot water was poured into the tub and the other slaves left. It was at just the level that Edward liked it. Rose continued, showing Ellie where his clothes were and telling her how he liked things done. On the infrequent occasions that he had requested, Rose had been his personal maid. She pulled out soap, a scrub brush and washcloths from the footlocker.

Edward stripped himself, pretended not to notice Ellie's open-mouthed gaze and sat down in the tub. "I'm sorry, Mr Edward-" Rose started.

"It's fine, Rose. I'm perfectly capable of taking off my own clothes while you finish up. "We'll be done soon," she assured him. Edward nodded.

Edward relaxed in the hot water with his eyes closed enjoying the soothing heat. Then the girls were back. Rose sent Ellie to the opposite side before handing him a small metal cup with an herbal mouthwash, which he swished round thoroughly before spitting it back into the cup. He was aware of Ellie's eyes on him, drinking in what was exposed of his lean muscular frame. "Okay, now lather up the washcloth," Rose instructed, passing the bar of soap over to the other girl. "Mr Edward, will you lean forward?" The girls soaped up his back and Edward started to hum. Behind him, Ellie smiled and Rose laughed, shaking her head. "He does that during bath time," she said. 

Rose dipped the brush into the tub and began to scrub his back. Edward started to sing, and the girls giggled. Then they were done with his back and moved on to the front. He laid back and closed his eyes again. 

Like most red-blooded straight men, Edward enjoyed being touched by beautiful young women. Today it was especially stimulating. Today he had the fresh images of one the beautiful young women completely naked and exposed under full lighting. He remembered the sight of her perky tits with their sweet pink nipples, and how Doctor Hammond's fingers had sought to enter her. His cock hardened and rose in the water. 

Ellie gasped and froze, her hand stuck on his smooth chest with the soapy cloth. Edward fought to keep a smile from his lips. Rose chuckled quietly and said in a matter-of-fact tone, "In truth, that does make it easier to clean." Ellie glanced at Edward before whispering "We have to touch it?" 

Rose's laugh wasn't so quiet this time. "What did you think you were going to be doing at bath time?" Edward cracked an eyelid and saw Ellie gaping down at his cock. Flattered by the attention, it did a little jump just for her. She dropped the cloth into the water. "Ellie, pick it up," Rose told her. "It won't hurt you, and it's just a part of the job, yes?" 

"Yes, yes," Ellie said, gathering herself. She went back to scrubbing his chest but couldn't help to look at his erection from time to time. 

"So I suppose you've never cleaned a man before?" Rose asked. Edward continued to recline, keeping his eyes closed as the conversation over bathing him continued.

"No, I never have," Ellie confessed. Edward was certain she would be blushing right now.

"No, don't get upset," Rose soothed, "I'll teach you everything and Master Edward is all patience. You just try your best, it'll be peaches and cream, yes?"

"Oh, yes, thank you Rose."

"It's no bother. Here-" With that, Rose took Ellie's hand and pushed it under water, between Edward's legs. "Careful now," she warned as she guided her hand, using the washcloth on his large sac.

"And, just so-" Rose grasped his thick cock around the base, dutifully ignoring the additional throbbing that this caused. "It's a big one," she whispered confidentially, "but it doesn't bite, I swear it." Ellie giggled nervously, watching as Rose expertly soaped up the stiff member with her hand. She managed to seem completely professional while she rubbed his cock. Edward took calming breaths. "Now rinse him off, like this," Rose repeatedly soaked her cloth and wrung it out over him as she gently held back his foreskin, allowing the water to flow down. It felt very sensual, and Edward bit his lip to keep silent. Rose nodded to Ellie's front, which had collected a fair amount of water by this point. "You can expect to get wet, so be prepared for that."

They moved on to his legs and feet and were finished. 

"Rose, is my grey robe in my armoire?" Edward asked.

"It was drying this morning...I'll fetch it to you-"

"Why don't you take Ellie with you, send her back up with it and you can call it a night?"

Rose nodded and quickly packed up the bath items.

Edward smiled at them. "And it's warm enough - you don't need to heat the robe. I'll just soak until you're back, Ellie."

"Yes, Sir," the blonde nodded, as Rose smiled gratefully.

He knew that Rose was likely to have William between her legs before dawn and would therefore appreciate getting to sleep earlier.

Once they had closed the door behind them, Edward set to relieving himself. His cock was aching with the day. He was still taking his problem in hand when Ellie reentered. She was standing beside the tub with his towels before she realized. "Oh, I- I- I didn't mean to-" 

"It's quite all right," he managed as he continued to stroke his cock. "I'll be finished directly."

Ellie attempted to busy herself. She turned down the bed, laid out his night clothing and laid out his comb, brush, hair cream and final mouthwash, unnecessarily straightening everything multiple times. But the whole while, she couldn't block out the constant sound of his fist, smacking back against the surface of the water and his heavy breathing. Then there was a deep grunt, and Edward was sighing blissfully. 

"I'm finished," he announced. Ellie hurried over with a towel as he stood. His erection wasn't completely spent, and Ellie sought to avoid making eye contact with it as she dried him from the head down. "Discretion, remember?" Edward looked down at her as he spoke. 

"Oh, yes. Of course. I understand completely, Sir."

She had to use the stool Rose had pulled out to reach his head, and she need to step in close to reach him well. "I'm sorry, am I too close?" Ellie asked timidly.

He eyed her wet chest from the close proximity that this brought her. "It's fine," he assured her. "I have an appropriate uniform that you're to wear for my evening ablutions coming tomorrow," Edward added, "I don't want you to have to worry about your clothes getting ruined."

He had commissioned Jasmine to make the "uniform" that morning. It was a simple dress of white cotton, styled much like a nightgown, and sure to become transparent when wet. Edward had paid her a small fee, which had convinced her to give up several hours of sleep in order have it ready by the following evening. Two daytime uniforms would be ready for her in the coming weeks, but for now the borrowed ones would do.

Once he was in his robe, he sat at his vanity and rinsed his mouth again. "I'm done with the water," he reminded her gently. "Oh, yes," she emptied the cup into the tub and rang the bell. The same two men arrived and carried the full tub out of the room. She settled back behind him, admiring his face in the mirror. "First, comb it all back... Yes. Good. Now take a small amount of the hair cream and rub it between your hands...It should melt a bit..."

As she rubbed the cream into his hair, Edward talked. "You'll be quartered in the same room you stayed in last night. You may have as many blankets and as much wood as you need. You ought to go and retrieve whatever belongings you have tomorrow around midday."

"Yes Sir," she murmured in response, focused on brushing his hair. 

In all too short a time, he was wishing her a good night and going to bed. Edward smiled as he settled into bed. He was looking forward to tomorrow.