11 comments/ 16940 views/ 16 favorites Black Country Man By: MeredithEighty8 Thank you Tigersman for your prompt and focused editing. ***** Sex, love and marriage in 1900 Texas I reluctantly pulled myself out of the girl who lay under me quiet and satisfied. I swear, sometimes I felt as though I was getting too old to satisfy her, then I'd have a night like this one. The sex would be so good my legs would buckle when I tried to walk. I got up to relieve myself, and as I stood there pissing with my eyes closed, I knew I wasn't finished with her yet. After giving myself a little time to recover, I was going to slide right back into that tight, young pussy. At just the thought of that, I felt my cock starting to get hard again. I married Rebecca Lee Carlson just over a month ago, and I've fucked her every day since signing the marriage license. I knew there was some talk about me buying the girl from her Daddy, but that was a damn lie, it wasn't like that at all. Her Daddy, old man Carlson was a drunk and had been in serious debt for years. It had gotten to the point where it was either come up with the bank note or lose the few acres of land and the shack he called a home. I had had my eyes on Rebecca Lee since she had started blossoming into a woman. In town, at church, it didn't matter, even with her father or brother hovering over her, my dick would get hard whenever I saw her. Though I was already in my middle forties, and she was barely eighteen, I wanted her. One night I went over to his place and made the suggestion to old man Carlson, that if he let me marry the girl, I'd pay off the note on his farm. To my surprise, he agreed. After her Daddy and I talked, I went outside onto the porch, where I could overhear the conversation between Rebecca and him. He told her to get her things together because she was going to get married to me that following morning and was going to go live with me. I could hear Becca laughing, "Oh Daddy, stop, that ain't very funny," she said thinking he was joking with her. She quickly saw from his expression that he wasn't joking. "What? What are you talking about Daddy?" "I have to do this girl; it's the only way I can keep my farm. He'll be good to you and take care of you," he told her. "He's too old, and I don't like him. Please, Daddy, don't make me go with him," she begged. "Get your things Rebecca, and do it now, I don't want to tell you again," he warned as he strode out the door onto the porch to talk to me. "She'll be ready in a few minutes. She'll be ok, just give her a little time, he told me. You just need to be a little patient with her. She can be contrary sometimes, but she's still just a kid, not a real woman yet." I looked at him and nodded, "I'll take good care of her." We rode to my place in silence, with her seated as far away from me as she could get. I kept stealing glances at her, thinking about finally being able to fuck her, how good it was going to feel. When we got home, I helped her bring her things inside. It was a decent sized house, a large open kitchen, two bedrooms, with an indoor commode off the larger bedroom, and a large German Shepherd dog named Bob. ***** I was a lot older than Rebecca was, but that was fine with me, the man should be older. I was in my forties, and she had just turned eighteen when we married. There was some gossip among the old biddies in the community about our ages, but I think that was jealousy. The big age difference wasn't typical, but it was accepted as a convenient and viable foundation for a marriage. In these marriages, the man was often a widower, with sexual needs, and in some cases might still want children. The girl was usually very young, inexperienced and needing protection and financial support. Being a religious man, I knew she was a virgin, and I didn't feel right sleeping with her before we married, so that night I had her sleep in the spare bedroom. The next morning, I got her up early so she could dress, and we headed into town to the county clerk's office to be married. We were home in time for her to prepare my lunch, and for me to get in a few hours work at my lumber mill. When I got home that evening, I ate dinner and told Rebecca to go and take her bath first. I could see she was embarrassed and ashamed to be naked in front of me, but she finally stripped down and got into the big, cast iron tub in the far corner of the kitchen. I sat at the kitchen table across the room watching her bathe as I absently stroked my cock and sipped a glass of whiskey. She soaped herself and wrung the towel out, letting the warm water rinse over her firm, pert breasts. Her skin was the color of honey that meant there had been some race mixing in her background. Her hair was long, black and wavy, pulled into a thick braid down her back. She was a beautiful girl, with dark eyes, long thick lashes, and full, luscious lips. She was a little thing, with a small build, but with sufficient tits, ass and womanly curves for any man. I knew I could be intimidating, especially to a girl like Rebecca. I'm a big, strong Negro, 6'3", about 230lbs, brown eyes, shaved head, with a hard cleft in my chin, a decent looking man. I had a hard, muscular body from working outside in the woods and lumber mills every day since I was a boy. I'm dark skinned, almost black, very intimidating. I'd been sleeping with Thelma Jenkins off and on for the last two years or so and I guess folks just naturally assumed we'd be getting married, but it didn't work out that way. I felt sad about it, because I liked Thelma, she was a good woman. Despite Becca's age, innocence and having a drunk for a father, when I saw her, I wanted her, and I knew I'd have her; it was just a matter of waiting until she was old enough. The sound of splashing water broke my daydreaming, and I looked up and saw Rebecca had finished her bath. She stood up and began to dry herself, tensing when I came up behind her and rubbed myself against her naked, damp body. I knew she felt my erection against her ass when she nervously pulled away from me, and she hurried into her bedroom. "No, Becca, I want you in my bed from now on, you hear me? Go on in there and I'll be in in a few minutes," I told her, as I added more hot water to the tub and took off my clothes. Stepping out of the tub, still dripping water I walked into the bedroom and watched Rebecca, sitting on the side of the bed in a thin white and blue nightgown, brushing out her damp hair. I resisted the urge to run my fingers through her long, thick hair. "Rebecca," I called, getting her attention. She looked up, and I swear I'll never forget that look of repulsion on her face. She had never seen a fully-grown, naked man before, and the sight of me with a massive, black erection must have left her terrified. I stood in front of her, my erection occasionally jerking and beginning to form a large bead of pre-cum on its tip. Never taking her eyes off me, she watched every move. Most grown women liked my size. In fact, those who knew and appreciated my physique have told me that I'm hung like a horse, long and thick. When I came toward her, she reminded me of a cornered doe, her eyes darting about looking for a way to escape. I could sense her panic, and when she suddenly skittered off the bed and tried to run around me, I grabbed her waist and held her against me. She smelled good, like lemon verbena in spring. I pulled the thin straps of her nightgown off her shoulders and squeezed her breasts, feeling their warmth and fullness. I lowered my mouth to her tit to suck, and she began to struggle to push me away. "Get away from me," she cried and screamed when my mouth claimed her hard nipple and teased it with my teeth. "Let go of me, please let go of me." When I didn't, she began to fight, kicking, flailing her arms, trying to free herself. I didn't want to hurt her, and she succeeded in pulling away from me and fell onto the floor knocking the wind out of herself and bumping her head. I picked her up, put her on my bed, and waited for her to come around. Still naked, I stood looking down at her, the top of her gown lowered exposing her honey colored breasts, her nipples hard brown peaks. I sat on the side of the bed and leaning over licked her nipple and then sucked the entire tit into my mouth. She moaned lightly and ever so subtly turned her body toward me as if subconsciously wanting me to take more of her tit into my mouth. I was aroused and tempted to take her but decided not to. I wasn't an animal, and I knew I was too big for her and would hurt her if I tried fucking her before her body was ready. I began inching her nightgown over her hips and down her legs, tossing it onto the floor at the foot of the bed. I opened her legs and stretching out on my stomach crawled between her legs and began to lick her womanliness. I closed my eyes enjoying her fresh, young sex scent and when my tongue caressed her pussy slit, she started to whimper. I spread her legs wider and slipped my arms under her thighs encircling them as I licked, sucked and nibbled her pussy. When I began flicking my tongue over her swelling nub, she loudly moaned, and her eyes flew open in surprise when I sucked her clit into my mouth. "No! No!" she said groggily, trying to push me from between her legs. "Stop it, Rebecca, if you don't want a beating. You're my wife now, and I can do any damn thing I want, do you understand? Now don't fight me no more girl or you're going to make this way harder than it needs to be." She didn't want to be beaten; I guess she had had enough of that from her Daddy. I watched the resignation wash over her face. "Open your legs, Becca," was all I needed to say. She lay motionless, her face turned away from mine, tears slowly trailing down her cheeks staining the pillow under her head. Becca had never been with a man and knowing this I had tried to take it slow, to give her body time to adjust to my size. It was torture trying to hold back, but I was also attempting to make it last as long as I could, and I was fighting a losing battle. With three, hard, selfish thrusts I tore into her and shot my load deep inside her no longer virgin pussy. Her body stiffened at the assault, and she rocked slowly left to right, left to right, as a small whimpering sound escaped her lips. "It's okay, everything will be fine," I told her. Unfortunately, my reassurances kept being interrupted by my grunting with pleasure and effort each time I thrust into her. She was so small and tight compared to Thelma. Hell, until Becca, I thought Thelma's pussy was the best I had ever had. I slowly resumed stroking into her. Though this first time I was not able to give her my entire length, her inexperienced young pussy instinctively grabbed hold of my dick, squeezing, milking out everything I had to give her. ***** The next few times we had sex, I took it slow because I didn't want to frighten her any more than she already was. After a while, I saw Becca showed herself to be eager and happy to please me, except for letting me put my cock inside of her. She always refused and fought me until out of exhaustion she would relent and let me do what I needed to do. She'd sometimes cry and in a barely audible voice say, "Jack, it's too big." Little did she know each time she said this, I'd get so fucking hard, that I'd end up pushing into her and stroking it until I'd cum. Seems like no matter what she said or did, it would get me aroused. When I was on top of her, and she was struggling beneath me, just feeling her body squirming, and moving to get away I'd end up cumming in her before I intended to. You know, it's funny how white people think black folks don't have any imagination when it comes to lovemaking. Once or twice out of a warped sense of punishing her, I've spread eagled her on the bed and tied her hands and feet before mounting her. Damn, she didn't like that but I did, can't remember the last time I came so hard. Hell, I've had my share of white women, and if white men only knew the truth, they'd know why white women were so eager to spread their legs for us. Sometimes in bed at night, I'd have Becca hold my cock when it was soft so she could feel it growing in her hand. She didn't want to do this at first, but it soon got to where she would reach for me as soon as we were under the covers. She would let me stroke into her hand until I'd cum. I loved feeling the warmth and softness of her hand as she worked the uncut foreskin up and down over my cockhead, twisting and turning, increasing and decreasing the pressure and friction. I taught her to caress and fondle my balls the way I liked. When she played with my balls, I could feel them churning inside for release, pushing hot cum into my cockshaft, feeling it rising until it finally would spurt out in long, thin white threads. When working at lumber camps as a young man one thing I learned and enjoyed, was my partner touching and playing with my ass. I explained to Becca how to stick her finger up my butthole and with a little pressure wiggle it around until I orgasmed. I wouldn't cum, but the feeling would be like cumming, only stronger and more powerful. We didn't do this often, but when we did, oh my God! She didn't mind when I wanted her to do this for me. I'd be so weak afterward I wouldn't bother her for the rest of the night and would practically pass out when it was over. Using her finger in me this way, was something Thelma refused to do (among other things). ***** I owned a small lumber mill, where most of the Negroes in the area would bring their cut trees for milling. It was a good business, and I think Becca finally realized that marrying me was not as repugnant as she had initially thought. We'd go to church on Sunday, and everyone would address her with warmth and deference, "Good Morning, Mrs. Thompson, how are you doing this fine Sunday morning?" My business was doing very well which made it possible to help her family. The Sheriff arrested her brother for drunken brawling in a bar down in the nigger quarters, and Becca asked me to bail his sorry ass out of jail. If I hadn't, he might have been sitting in a jail cell for who knows how long, and still would have ended up going to a work camp. The day they released him, I got home, and Becca was in the kitchen. I came up behind her, unbuttoned my trousers and pulled my dick out. She turned around and saw my exposed cock, and instinctively stepped back. "Get on your knees and suck me," I told her, she looked at me with a mask of defiance etched across her face. "Come over here Becca, get on your fucking knees and suck it!" I shouted at her, pleased when I saw the look of defiance change to apprehension. In the four months that we had been together, I had never shouted at her or raised my voice. Sure, we had argued, but I don't think I had ever deliberately set out to hurt or scare her. I had had it. I felt as though she owed me. I stood there with my cock out and my hips thrust forward. Silently daring her to refuse me, she came toward me and looked up at me. I bent my head and kissed her hard on her mouth and placing my hand on her shoulder pressed her to her knees. She took me into her mouth and sucked my black cock until it was hard and shiny. She could only get half of my cock into her mouth, and so she focused on my cockhead. Letting her tongue, lick and tease the tip of my cockhead, gently poking the tip of her tongue in and out of my pee hole. She kept sucking the head, letting it brush against the top of her mouth. I'd push my hips forward pressing my cock further into her mouth until I could feel it rubbing the back of her throat. She began to gag and try to pull away, but I held her head, my hands wrapped around locks of her beautiful dark hair and continued to stroke my thick, black monster into her mouth and throat. I opened my eyes and saw her looking up at me but not with fear this time. She understood what was happening; I had helped her brother because she had asked me to, and now it was time for her to say "thank you" and show her gratitude. I think this was the turning point in our relationship. That night when we got into bed, I reached for her, and she did not pull away. She lay there on her back watching me, and when my hand caressed her breasts, she raised her mouth for me to kiss. I took her nipple into my mouth and suckled like a baby, moving from one nipple to the other. In the coolness of the room, they quickly became hard and erect and in a quiet voice she whispered, "Yes, Jack, yes." My hand trailed down between her thighs and I heard and felt her gasp when I covered her clit and pussy with the palm of my hand. With my large, calloused hand, I parted her pussy lips and pressed two fingers inside. Slowly stroking in and out, when I felt her pussy relaxing, I inserted a third finger that made her wince. With my fingers inside her, I massaged her clit with my thumb in increasing circles and pressure until she shuddered in my arms. She looked at me with a slight furrowing of her brow, realizing I think for the first time how good it could be when her body and mind were willing and open to me. I pulled her on top of me making her straddle my hips and then adjusted her upper body forward so that her ass was sticking up in the air a little. Rubbing her slit with my wet sticky cockhead, I readied her for penetration. "Go ahead and slide down on it baby, you're good and wet now . . . go ahead." "Jack, please you're too big, it'll hurt." "No Becca, we'll do it slow. You're on top, so you do it and stop if it hurts." She didn't reply, but slid down my pole and leaned forward with her chest against mine. She began swaying her hips so that her pussy moved up and down my cock. Tentatively at first, and then gradually with more depth, she began to ride me pausing occasionally to let her pussy get used to my length and girth. A couple of times she would cry out in discomfort when she would go too deep and would need to give her body time to accommodate my throbbing cock. Taking it slow, with her riding my dick and me masturbating her clit, she breathed deeply as her body relaxed and enveloped my cock in her moist, tight pussy. I felt my cum starting to rise in my cockshaft, and I knew I would cum if I didn't stop her. Just as her pussy began to contract around me, I lifted her hips up freeing my cock from her warm, velvety sheath. I rolled Becca onto her back and positioned my dick to enter her. Ever so gently, I inched into her pussy. I could tell she was scared from the way her body had tensed, and I kissed her and fondled her clit feeling her soften in my hand. "Relax baby, try to relax . . . I'm not going to hurt you." She put her arms around my neck and clung to me when I began, inch by inch, pressing my cock into her now eager pussy coaxing her open. "Oh, Jack," she cried burying her face in my chest. "Wait, wait," and though I had already buried at least five inches of my cock inside of her, I made myself stop immediately. She lay under me, and I could feel the rapid rise and fall of her chest. I lifted my weight off her so that I could balance on my elbows and feel the gentle sway of her hips as she humped upward creating a friction and pull against my cock. I resumed my thrusting into her, and she was able to match my rhythm and eventually take my entire length. I pushed her knees up towards her chest and started thrusting into her with long, slow strokes that let me feel every inch of her pussy. I placed her legs on my shoulders and fucked her deep watching her face glow from the light sheen of sweat that covered it. Her eyes glazed over, and her mouth opened slightly as her orgasm began to build. "Yes, baby. That feels good doesn't it Becca?" "Do you realize you were able to take my whole fucking cock up your pussy? All of it baby." I told her excitedly. Black Country Man I was on the verge of cumming, just a couple of more thrusts. I wanted to wait for her, but I didn't think I could hold it much longer. . . I grabbed her hips and pushed into her harder than I had intended, and she started cumming on my cock, jerking and bucking. "Jack . . . Jack," she screamed, her pussy grabbing and squeezing my veiny, black cock. I could only throw back my head, grunting and groaning with long delayed satisfaction as I sprayed the walls of her pussy with my hot cum. ***** Things were going well between us; Becca was smart, loving, and the sex was good, better than I could have every expected six months ago. I still had to be careful with her, you know, getting her ready for me. Hell, once I got her hot and wet, she was able to take all of me, every fucking inch of my cock, all the way up to my balls. I thought back to something that my Papa had told me a long time ago when I was a young man. I came home upset and angry one night. Papa and I got to talking one night, and I told him that this little gal I'd been trying to screw wouldn't let me put it in her, just kept complaining about it being too big. He told me it didn't matter how long or thick a man's cock was or how small and tight a woman's pussy. If the man was patient and consistent, eventually her pussy would learn to accommodate his shape and size. I was young and full of myself back then, and I figured what he said was just an old man talking. Well, I guess time has proven him right, because despite a rough time in the beginning, my cock and Becca's pussy now seem to fit like a hand in a glove. For her nineteenth birthday, I hired a couple of men to help add another room onto the house, enlarge the kitchen and lay out a large garden on a piece of land behind the house. She loved her garden and was usually out there working for a few hours every day. Bob was always out there with her, barking and growling at every person and creature that crossed his path or came too near Becca. Bob had gradually stopped being my dog and become Becca's dog. I came home at noontime one day to find her busily working in her garden. She had her hair pulled back into a ponytail with loose tendrils that framed her face. It was already hot and humid outside, and she wore a camisole top with thin straps over each shoulder that provided little protection from the sun. Her upper body soaking with sweat left the front of her camisole wet and clinging to her body. Her beautiful breasts and long hard nipples were clearly visible through the almost transparent fabric of the camisole. "Rebecca, Becca," I called as I came around the corner of the house toward her garden. She turned around, and as soon as I saw her, I felt that tugging, twitching sensation in my crotch. By the time I reached her, I had a full-blown erection. She had an old basket sitting in a wicker chair filled with gardening tools, water, fruit, and a blanket. I pulled the blanket out and spreading it on the ground, motioned for her to sit down next to me. I kissed and fondled her, pressing her onto her back. With her long skirt bunched up around her hips, I pulled her drawers off. "Jack, Jack, we can't do this here, outside like this," she protested. "Shhhhhh, no one will see, now open your legs for me." I pushed her knees back, exposing her puffy pussy lips and clit and happily nestled my face between her warm, thighs and enjoyed the mixed scent of her female fragrance, sweat, and sexual arousal. She was already beginning to get wet for me. I licked her pussy and felt her stiffen at the first caress of my tongue. I slid my tongue up the length of her pussy slit and let it rest on the top of her clit before flicking it several times making her hump into my mouth. With my right hand, I reached up and spread her lips, opening the pink and beige petals of her sex flower and slipped my fingers into her, feeling her pussy grip my fingers. I tongue fucked my baby, lapping her pussy with long strokes, edging up to her clit but not pleasuring her there. I teased her lips and explored the inside of her pussy opening with my tongue until she began to moan and whimper. She was no longer the quiet, sedate Mrs. Thompson but instead the horny, little slut that I needed her to be. "Please, Jack . . . help me," she begged, and I took pity on her, I let my tongue brush over her clit and smiled at her sudden intake of breath as a quiver went through her. With my tongue, I could feel the outline of her engorged nub. Her hands reached down to hold my head in place between her thighs while she moved her hips up and down against my mouth. Her thighs caressed the sides of my face as she humped my mouth, until with a loud, agonized cry she came hard and wet in my mouth. ***** She lay exhausted with her eyes closed, legs open, pussy exposed. I sat beside her taking in the lovely sight of my beautiful, young wife, unashamed and seemingly confident in her sexual power over me. She opened her eyes and looking at me, smiled. She rolled toward me and began to unbutton my overalls and free my pulsing, dripping cock. The sight of her small, honey colored hand holding, stroking my huge black cock made it throb and jerk. I let my hand trail down to the small of her back, over her hips to her ass where I caressed the crack of her ass. "Hmmmm," she moaned, "Nice." I continued to let my hand move down toward her pussy, opening her up and slipping my finger into her pussy slit. Becca opened her legs wider, and I slipped another finger inside her. As she lay on her side, I fingered her as she continued to jerk me. After a few minutes of this, she shivered with a small, soft orgasm. I moved her hand away and rolled on top of her repositioning myself between her legs. Becca was so wet and eager for me; I was easily able to maneuver the full length of my cock inside her. I held her in my arms and began a slow in and out motion, fucking her with steady strokes that she quickly fell into rhythm with. I turned her over onto her hands and knees and pulled her to me. I pumped into her before finally emptying my load inside her. I held her there a minute of two longer until I could feel the last of my cum ooze from my cock. When I finished, I felt her pussy spasm and tighten around my cock, and my last thought as I pulled out of her was that I had bred her that afternoon. With a satisfaction that only a man could understand, I leaned over her and lovingly, possessively kissed her beautiful ass. ***** Just as I had suspected months ago, I had impregnated Becca. Seven months pregnant and here she was in my favorite position. Becca had her face and upper body resting on the bed and her beautiful ass elevated at just the right height for me to slide into her pussy. Becca presented herself to me, and I felt my cock throbbing with desire at the sight of her swollen pussy lips. I knelt behind her fondling her warm, heavy tits and caressing her growing belly as I marveled at how beautiful her body was even in her seventh month. She was already very wet in anticipation of our coupling and taking hold of her hips, I effortlessly pressed my pulsing cock inside her. Now, even when I was in a full hard erection, she was always ready and eager for me to enter her. As soon as she felt the hot tip of my cockhead at her pussy opening, her pussy would become wet and her opening pulse in anticipation. She was at the side of the bed, on her knees, with her upper body on the bed so that her belly and breast could hang free and unencumbered. Entering from behind, I rode her doggy fashion, caressing her growing belly as I pumped into her. My little girl's pussy was so hot and wet it was sometimes difficult not to cum as soon as I penetrated her. I could feel cum churning in my balls, and I knew it wouldn't be much longer before I'd shoot my load. I let my hand slip from her belly down to her clit. Stroking and playing with her clit until she pushed back against me and in a whisper called, "Jack, Jack oh yes," as she came, pulling me over the edge with her. It's hard to believe how Becca has changed since we first married. I mean, can you imagine what it's like to have a young girl wanting to feel your hardness inside her pussy? Despite her feelings toward me in the beginning, Becca had spread her legs, allowed me to ease between them and shoot a thick, warm load into her, ultimately impregnating her with my black seed. ***** Everything was good until a stranger came into our lives. He was a white man, maybe in his early thirties. What we didn't realize at the time, was how dangerous he would turn out to be, to me and mine. One day, a white man, a stranger had come into the mill office saying he had lumber that needed to be milled. Becca was there alone that morning, and she told him I wasn't there but would be back early afternoon, and to come back then. That night she asked if I had met the man, and I told her no. She said she wasn't surprised, and she hadn't thought he was serious. After all, if you think about it, why would he come to our mill instead of going to the McArthur mill, which is the only white owned lumber mill in the area? Becca said that wasn't the only time she had seen him. He seemed to know when she was at the mill or when I was out in the woods working. She said she hadn't thought it was important at the time, and so hadn't mentioned it, but what had frightened her was the day he came to the house. I had left that morning heading to the Jamison place to look at trees he wanted cut down and milled. She told him I wasn't there. He asked if there was anyone else there he might be able to talk to about the lumber he needed milled, and she told him no. He looked around the place as if checking to see if she were alone. Then he suddenly said he'd come back later in the day or go to the mill to see me, but he never showed up. She said he had made her feel uncomfortable and didn't like him coming to the house. As it turned out, we didn't see or hear anything from him after that, and soon forgot about him. ***** Becca and her Aunt Josie had made plans to go blackberry picking out near the old railroad tracks west of town. Unfortunately, Aunt Josie became ill and couldn't make it, and against my advice, Becca decided to go without her. I hitched up the buckboard and told her to take Bob with her, fully expecting her to pick up a friend in town to accompany her. True to her contrary nature, she didn't ask a friend to go with her instead she went alone. Becca pulled the buckboard onto the side of the road, gathered up her berry basket and called Bob to her side. She started through the thicket to the place where the blackberries grew in abundance at this time of year. A few minutes into her walk, Bob started barking and looking back toward the road. "Bob, Bob, quiet! It's okay," she said briskly, rubbing the top of his head. She looked up and scanned the woods and the trail behind them, but didn't see or hear anything out of the ordinary and assumed Bob had heard a rabbit or possum scurrying in the brush. "Hello, Mrs. Thompson, I didn't expect to run into you way out here," a voice said with false sincerity. At the sound of the voice, Becca turned around. To her surprise, she saw it was the white man from the mill. "They call you Becca don't they? Is it ok if I call you Becca?" He asked. "No, you can't call me Becca," she said. "What do you want?" "Well, I saw you on the road, and I just wondered where you were going, back up here in these woods all alone." He said with a smirk. He had seen Becca alone in the buckboard and decided he'd follow her, figuring he'd finally have the opportunity to get at her before he left town for good. "You not meeting a lover or someone out here, are you? That big nigger of yours wouldn't like that much, would he?" He asked facetiously. When the stranger walked through the trees and further into the clearing, Bob started barking again, and when the man stepped closer to Becca, Bob stood up and started growling. "Shut that dog up," he ordered. "Bob, quiet Bob," she said calling the dog to her. Bob quieted but remained alert and kept growling as he paced. "Here, he said, pulling a piece of rope out of his back pocket and handing it to her, tie up your dog." "No," Becca told him, refusing to do as he said. The stranger took a step toward her, and Bob started growling and advancing on him. "Tie the damn dog up or I'll shoot him," the man said. Becca, watching the man closely, took the piece of rope and walking over to Bob knotted one end of the rope under his collar and tied the other end to the closest tree. The man came closer to her, forcing her to take several steps back, pinning her against one of the large pine trees. "Hot damn, I got me a pregnant little nigger bitch, out here all by herself," he said as he reached out and ran the back of his hand up and down along her cheek. Slowly, deliberately he reached out and loosened the ribbon at her throat, opening her blouse, freeing her full, ripening breasts. "Don't," Becca protested. The man watched as the tears welled up in her eyes and rolled down her cheeks, dropping onto her exposed breasts. He lowered his head and licked the tears from the warm blush spreading across her swollen breasts. Taking the tip of his tongue, he flicked it over her nipples until they were hard. The stranger lifted his head and saw how her areolas had darkened, and in her arousal, her nipples had changed in color from a dusky rose hue to a dark brown. With her wrists held behind her back, he lowered his head again and began to suckle her breasts. "He's going to enjoy these when you start giving milk," he said as he made disgusting slurping and sucking voices. "If you like, I'll be happy to hang around long enough to sample them myself," he laughed. He let his hand slip under the hem of her blouse and cupped the sides of her breasts with both his hands. Sucking at her nipples, moving from one to the other, causing her to cry out in pain when he nipped them with his teeth The stranger released her wrists, and she remained standing in front of him, petrified with fear, tears unchecked. Sensing Becca's distress, Bob was going crazy, pulling against the rope trying to get at the stranger and to his mistress. "Shhhhh, shhhhh, I don't want you to cry," he said condescendingly. "I've always wondered what it would be like to fuck a pregnant woman. Rubbing my prick between her thighs and cumming on her belly, sucking her milky tits, guess I'm gonna find out." "Jack will kill your sorry white ass," Becca warned him. Cradling her breasts in his calloused hands, he watched her expression change, as he roughly brushed his thumbs over her nipples. "Don't touch me, don't you dare touch my baby," Becca shouted, cringing from his touch when he dared to caress her belly, feeling the contours of the baby within. "Would you like it better if I touched you here," he said letting his hand creep downward and push between her legs. A cry of despair escaped her lips, and she begged, "Please, why are you doing this? Please don't hurt me or my baby." "Oh, don't worry, I have no intention of hurting you . . . I'm gonna make both of us feel real good. I'm gonna fuck you and when I cum, I'm looking forward to shooting it deep in your pussy, right up there, all over your nigger man's baby." "Turn around Becca," he said. When she didn't obey him, he slapped her, which got Bob barking and growling again, furiously pulling at the rope. "Turn around bitch, I won't tell you again," he warned. Becca slowly began to turn, and he grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her back, roughly turning her around so that she was facing the tree. He pressed her shoulders forward so that they were leaning against the tree but not putting any weight on her stomach. Becca knew what he was going to do, and she closed her eyes. She took a deep breath and listened to him unbuttoning his pants behind her and the ruffling sound as he dropped them, and they caught around his ankles. He slowly gathered up the back of her skirt, and slipping his hand inside the band tore her drawers away. Becca gasped and closed her eyes even tighter when he reached under her belly and began to rub her clit, pushing his fingers up inside her. "Oh shit," he exclaimed. "You're so fucking wet and tight. With that big nigger fucking you, I would have thought he'd have you all stretched out and lose. "Damn, you have the hottest pussy I've ever felt." She was humiliated and yet she stood there afraid and submissive while, this animal violated her. "I've been watching you for a while, Becca. I saw you this morning leaving by yourself, and I knew this was my chance, and followed you out here." "You're such a pretty little nigger. I can't imagine your man was your first so I know he won't mind if I get a little taste, would he?" As he talked to her in a low, cajoling voice, he suddenly thrust inside her, burying his cock up to his balls. Becca screamed out calling for Jack, as the man started fucking her ripe, pregnant pussy with hard, deep strokes. He held her in front of him, his large white hands planted securely on either side of her belly. His thrusting seemed to go on forever and soon she could feel herself physically weakening. Her cries for help decreased to a raspy whisper when she realized that help would not come, and her struggling against him eventually stopped. In her despair, the thought occurred to her that even if someone came upon them, it would have appeared to be just a white man taking advantage of a nigger bitch in the woods. They probably would have done nothing to help her except perhaps watch and jerk off. Her resistance worn away, Becca tried to stand up straight. On shaky legs, she succeeded only in leaning back against his chest, the back of her head resting on his shoulder. As he continued to stroke into her, his hands slipped down to her hips and then between her legs where he teased her clit mercilessly. He stopped when she began to moan and instinctively push back grinding her ass against his crotch. He laughed. "Yeah, you little black whore, you like that don't you?" He put more pressure on her clit and resumed his thrusting, increasing his speed and depth until he felt her pussy tighten around him, and she began to tremble and cum on his cock. She began to cry again. Until now, Jack had been the only man to touch her like that, and here she was, her body betraying her, her hips continuing to jerk and buck in rhythm with his pumping into her. The man kept laughing with perverse satisfaction at having made her cum against her will and continued fucking her, intent on humiliating her again. When he threw back his head and came cursing and grunting, spurting his thick white cum high up inside her, Becca, felt another orgasm ignite and spread through her. As her orgasm began to subside, Becca slumped to her knees crying hysterically with him on top of her. Poor Bob, unable to get to Becca, stood a few yards away, whining, but his ears perked up when he caught my scent, and he excitedly started barking and growling, when he saw me charging through the thicket of trees. ***** I saw that white bastard on top of her, and grabbing him by his neck, yanked him to his feet. When I saw his cock was out and realized he was still dripping thin threads of cum, I started beating him about the head and face. I guess I went a little crazy; all I could think about was this white son of a bitch fucking my wife . . . my pregnant wife! As if in a haze, I heard Becca shouting, "Jack, Jack stop! You're going to kill him . . . stop!" She had gotten up and staggered over to me and was trying to pull me off him. "Please Jack, stop . . . stop!" she cried, holding my arm so that I couldn't hit him again. Black Country Man Her voice broke through the craziness, and I released the stranger and watched him drop to the ground unconscious. Becca let go of my arm and fell against my chest. I stood there holding her and after a minute or two saw that son of a bitch crawl away into the woods like the vermin he was. Becca was still crying uncontrollably. I kissed her hard and held on to her crushing her to my chest. "Can you walk?" I asked. "Yes," she replied softly. I helped her into the back of the buckboard and covered her with a blanket. By the time we pulled in front of the house Becca had started cramping badly. I sent for the midwife, who, fearing a too early delivery, kept Becca under her careful watch for several days. Early in the morning of the third day, Becca went into a long labor that lasted well into the next day. ***** The morning after I brought her home, Sheriff Raley was knocking on the kitchen door bright and early. He was looking for the stranger. "No, I haven't seen him. What makes you think I know him?" "A couple of folks in town thought they had seen him out at the mill a few times." The sheriff explained. "We think he was involved in a robbery a few nights ago." "Yes, he had been out there, but we never met, just kept crossing paths." "What's his name?" I asked "Randall, Martin Randall," the sheriff replied. "Well, he's probably long gone, but if you see him, let me know," the Sheriff said before he turned and mounted his horse. "Sure will Sheriff," I lied, inwardly confident the beating I had given him, was sufficient to keep him from ever coming anywhere near here. ***** I was afraid to leave her and was constantly in the room with her or seated next to the bed holding her hand. Becca was still just a young girl, barely out of her teens, and having our first baby. I knew she was terrified, and I promised her I would be there with her. When I put the baby in her arms, she smiled and kissed our little bundle. He was beautiful, with straight black hair, large brown eyes, obscenely long eyelashes and a small cleft in his chin. He was not as dark skinned as me, but he was clearly my son. Becca and I never spoke of that day or the stranger again. We worked hard and continued to prosper, and I spent the next twenty years happily fucking and making babies, giving our son several more brothers and sisters.