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Plant

By: WFEATHER



For years, men (and women) had lusted after her. At twenty-eight years old, it made no sense to most people that Kelli was still single, that she rarely ever dated, or that she spent virtually all her evenings at home... alone. I was one of the many people baffled by this fact. 

As her neighbor, Kelli had somehow come to trust me – at least enough to care for her cat whenever she traveled, and those travels were almost exclusively to visit family across the country. 

Her trust in me allowed me to learn her secret. 

I purposely went out for a long walk one Saturday afternoon when she was gone, taking a backpack with me. The backpack contained water and a snack, but it also contained everything I would need to put my plan into action. 

After cleaning the litter box and ensuring her friendly feline had plenty of food and water to last another twenty-four hours, I began to work on my plan. A little more than an hour later, I had everything in place; after another thirty minutes of testing, it was done. 

Saturday night and periodically throughout the day Sunday, I "roamed her house." The Webcams I had installed throughout the house sent secured signals to my equipment, which I could then access through a laptop with a secured wireless connection. The Web site I had created (protected by its own multiple layers of security) provided access to the video and audio feed from reach of the fifteen Webcams I had hidden throughout Kelli's house, literally in every room. 

...except the bathroom. After all, some activities should always remain private. 

The elaborate set-up also had a very practical purpose for me: I could truly keep an eye on the cat. 

The following Thursday, Kelli returned from her east coast visit. I was watching television while playing Snood on my laptop when I heard her car turn into the driveway, then the familiar rattle as the engine sputtered to a halt. 

I gave Kelli about an hour to settle in, to revel in returning home after being away for nearly a full week. Then I used the remote to turn down the volume of the television, and switched from Snood to the special Web site I had created. 

Kelli was in the basement, loading the washing machine, her cat meandering around and between her ankles, clearly happy to have her home again. After the washing machine had been activated, she went to the kitchen to get a drink of bottled water, then turned out the lights and headed upstairs to her bedroom. 

When I had been in her bedroom to install the Webcams, I had noticed an unusual potted plant atop the small bookcase beside the bed. It was green, with dozens of long thin vines emanating from a foot-tall stalk. The vines each sported a single mushroom-like tip, and the tip and the vines all showed a network of thin, light brown, barely-discernable "veins." In short, the plant seemed to have several dozen lengthy penises. 

I watched as Kelli went about preparing for bed. Or, at least, that was what I had initially expected. When she emerged naked from the bathroom, however, that was when I realized things could get interesting. 

Until that point, I had only ever seen her fully clothed. Occasionally, I might see her tanning in her backyard wearing a skimpy bikini, but everything which should legally be covered when in public was indeed covered (to my chagrin). 

At last, I was seeing her true, unfettered, natural beauty. Even with her wet rusty hair cascading down her back and over her shoulders and down her torso, she was the personification of a goddess. And, as I had suspected, she was perfectly clean-shaven between her legs. 

Avidly, I watched as Kelli crossed the bedroom to a dresser. Squatting, she opened the bottom drawer. My initial thought was that she would withdraw a vibrator or a dildo, as my ex had also hidden her sex toys in the bottom dresser drawer. But when Kelli instead withdrew a penis gag, I was rather pleasantly surprised, my admiration of her rising. 

I watched, mesmerized, as she inserted the big fake phallus in her mouth. A few seconds later, she spit it back out, seemed to take a few deep breaths, then reinserted it. Apparently satisfied with its position within her mouth, she brought the straps around the back of her head, joining them with the Velcro strips to secure the penis gag in place. After closing the drawer, Kelli stood, touching the strap over her left cheek, probably to assure herself that it would indeed remain in place. 

To my further surprise, my neighbor moved across the bedroom to the bookcase, picked up the plant, and stepped back into an open area between the bed and the wall. She set the potted plant on the carpeted floor, then knelt before the it, her knees spread wide. 

She then began to shamelessly masturbate. 

I had hidden three Webcams in the bedroom, so I switched to another camera, and was rewarded with a better view. While occasionally dipping one or two fingers into herself, Kelli clearly had a strong preference for clitoral stimulation. I filed that information away for future reference. 

After several minutes of watching the display of wanton self-pleasure, I decided to turn on the audio feed from that Webcam, and was treated to her moans of delight. Those sweet sounds were unfortunately softened and muted by the penis gag, but they were indeed unmistakable, even though I did definitely need to turn up the sound on the laptop to hear them. The moans were as arousing as the display, causing my own body to drip as well. 

But then the goddess truly stunned me by touching the tip of one of the vines, coating it with her seductive secretion, then laying on the floor, the potted plant between her spread knees. Before my very eyes, as she whimpered in anticipation, the vines began to move with a life of their own. 

In addition to simply moving, the vines lengthened, thickened. A few vines moved toward Kelli's feet, wrapping around the ankles and holding them in place. A few more vines wrapped around her thighs. But the majority of the vines moved toward her torso. 

Simultaneously, three vines began to brush against my neighbor's dripping sex, the penis gag unfortunately muffling her moan of desire. 

Desire!?! Just how many times had she been so willingly assaulted by this plant? 

Then it dawned on me: This must be a sentient plant on some level, and a well-trained plant at that. When I had first seen it, I had assumed that it had been imported from another part of the world, but perhaps it was actually from another world. And if Kelli had purposely gagged herself before beginning this strange sexual practice, then clearly the plant was good enough at what it did to cause her to scream loud and long, perhaps even well into the night. 

That might also explain why I rarely ever saw Kelli before Noon. 

As the three vines continued to stroke the entrance to her dripping portal, the vast majority of the vines continued up her body, wrapping around her torso, wrapping around her arms, wrapping around her wrists. 

...wrapping around her breasts. 

Writhing on the floor, Kelli moaned a little louder around the penis gag, her sounds still too soft for my tastes given how much I love to hear a woman truly scream in ecstasy. Her eyes were only half-open, and I somehow doubted that she was able to clearly see anything. 

Slowly, the vines began to harden. Unfortunately, I did not have zoom-in capability with these Webcams, but it seemed as if the thin vines were practically turning to vine-shaped metal. Her motions became inhibited by the metal, the living vines having transformed themselves into the implements of her willing bondage. 

Yet the three vines at her sex continued to stroke her, continued to tease her, continued to make her writhe as much as she could, continued to make her moan seductively around the fake phallus filling her mouth. 

Without warning, all three vines at her sex drew back, twisted together into one large living object, and burrowed deep into my neighbor's body. The penetration was swift, occurring almost faster than the blink of an eye, and as her body went as rigid as a stone statue from suddenly being so forcefully impaled, even the penis gag could not fully obstruct the howl which exploded from her throat. 

Like a drunk, horny man rapidly ramming himself into her, the "single" vine moved incredibly fast, pistoning within Kelli's body. I turned up the volume on my laptop to better appreciate the howls, the screams. As she was violated by this kinky sentient plant, Kelli fought against the bonds which held her to the floor, her eyes wide with a mixture of rapture and disbelief, her nostrils flaring noticeably in her quest for oxygen. I particularly enjoyed watching the jiggling of her breasts and the rapid side-to-side motion of her head. 

I could only imagine what she must have been feeling. With three mushroom-shaped tips moving inside her, I assumed that while one of them had "head-on" access to her body, the other two were angled outward, rubbing firmly against the wet, quivering walls of her portal to further heighten her pleasure. 

Kelli's pleasure peaked. 

...repeatedly. 

I did not bother trying to count the number of orgasms inflicted upon her. What I did notice was that in time, I had to slowly turn up the volume on my laptop to still be able to hear her waning wails as her voice became hoarse. 

Only when Kelli had completely lost her voice did the trio of vines finally fully emerge from her gushing body. Slowly, the other vines returned to their former state, and the totality of the vines slowly withdrew back into their former sizes and lengths. 

It was nearly 2AM when my neighbor finally was able to roll to her stomach, then crawl toward the bed. Slowly, she climbed up onto the bed, her exhaustion visibly evident. She unstrapped and removed the penis gag, setting it aside before collapsing onto her stomach upon the bed. 

She slept like a stone, but I was awake until well past dawn, the images and sounds I had seen and heard running rampant through my mind, imprinting upon my memory repeatedly as I repeatedly enjoyed several orgasms of my own. And when I did finally slip into much-needed sleep, I dreamt of watching and listening to the inhuman copulation again and again and again. I was so horny when I awoke that I gave in to several more orgasms, just based solely upon my memories of my voyeuristic night. When I finally gave up on watching her because she was still asleep upon the bed, I knew... 

Deep inside, deep in my core, I knew: I absolutely had to take a closer look at that most unusual plant, and I could not wait for Kelli to travel again. 

Plantaion Days 1: Missy Anne



Missy Anne's husband, was away on yet more business, and she had a whole weekend to herself.

She got up in the morning, and after bathing, she decided to wear her red satin Basque, and stockings, which had been imported from Paris, France. On top of this she wore her riding skirt and jacket.

She had decided to have a ride around the plantation, and see if something, or somebody would catch her eye. She often fucked the slaves, but today, she decided to just move around, and see who caught her eye.

Her horse was brought around to the front of the house, where she mounted it, and slowly moved off.

She had been riding for about ten minutes, when she spotted some movement, in the large shed that was used for storing cotton.

As Missy Anne got closer to the shed she saw that there were several field hands inside.

She got down from the horse, and went in. Inside she saw that there were five men stacking bales of cotton. Of the five she saw that one was young, a boy of about eighteen. 

Missy Anne liked to get them young. She liked to teach them what she liked for them to do to her. She asked them what they were doing, and an older one named Roy, told her they had been ordered by the foreman, to stack the bale's farther back, so as to create more room.

Missy Anne could smell the strong musk, of the niggers sweat. It always turned her on.

She could smell their cocks, and if she had been wearing knickers, they would be wet by now.

She told them, to never mind her, and get on with their work. As they worked, Missy Anne sat on a bale of cotton, and watched. She saw that their dungarees, were bathed in sweat, as it was warm in the shed. She knew that they were naked underneath, and she watched them, as they moved about. She was watching to see if their cocks showed through the front of their trousers, or if they wobbled about as they worked.

One of the field hands went to the door of the shed, and pulled the straps of his dungarees over his shoulders, and let them drop to the ground, before letting a stream of piss pour onto the ground. Missy Anne watched every drop flow, and carefully scrutinized his cock as it stuck out from his hand. After the man pulled his trousers back up, he walked back into the shed, passing Missy Anne. As he passed, she could smell him, and he could also smell her. To the field hand she smelt sweet, but he could also smell a faint whiff of pussy, underneath the floral smell.

As he realised he was smelling the missy's pussy, he began to get hard.

Missy Anne noticed the man getting hard, she watched in fascination, as his cock seemed to grow and grow, beneath the harsh denim material.

She felt herself get even wetter, and didn't realise, that by now all the men were getting a scent of her pussy.

She slowly began to notice, that the men were all staring at her. And that they all had a lump in their trousers. 

What are y'all, staring at? , Missy Anne asked.

We's lookin' at yo' Missy, said Roy, we heard that you sometimes take a house slave for the night, why don't you evah' tek a feel han'.

Who told you shameless lies like that, said Missy Anne, ill whup them till they bleed, for lying like that? It's common knowledge among the slaves, said Roy. We heard yo’ like big black cock, he dropped his rake, and walked towards her.

Missy Anne was a little alarmed, they were all walking towards her now.

Roy dropped his dungarees, and Missy Anne couldn't help looking. He had an enormous cock, it hung down about 8 inches, and was 2 inches thick. She wondered what it would look like hard. Roy turned to the others, and said, show her what the field hands are made of boys, and they all dropped their trousers.

Missy Anne looked along the line. Roy was first, he had his cock in his hands, and was working it up. It was starting to get hard, and was growing, it was now about 11 inches long, with a girth of 3 inches. Next in line was the eighteen-year old called Rudy, his cock was unusually thin, it was an inch thick, but was about nine inches long. Next was Abe.

He was a good fifty years old, but he had a sturdy, thick prick. It was about ten inches long, and two and some half inches thick, it was also rock hard. Next came Po. He had a good cock, at nine inches long, by two inches thick. His also looked rigid. And last in line was Shine. Shine was 37 years old, and was always seen as a little backward.

But Missy Anne, just stared at Shines cock. It was only eight inches long. But it was the thickness, that fascinated Missy Anne. Shines cock was nearly three and a half inches thick, and as he rubbed it, it seemed to be getting even thicker. 

As Roy seemed to be the spokesman, he asked Missy Anne, if she had as good quality pricks in the big house. Missy Anne just sat, and squeezed her thighs together, as she could feel some fluid running down her thigh.

She said that they should pull up their trousers. Aint we good enough for you then, said Roy. 

You smell, said Missy Anne. So do you, said Roy, as he stepped closer to her.

He pulled up her skirt, as he pushed her onto her back on top of the cotton bale.

He forced her thighs apart, and shoved his hand between them, forcing his fingers into her dripping cunt. 

He pulled his hand away, and held it up. The others could see the wetness glisten on it. He held his hand out farther, and the others had a smell of it.

I see your’e turned on by us, said Roy. 

You better let me up, or you'll be sorry, said Missy Anne. 

If you leave this place without trying some field cock, you'll be sorry, said Roy. 

Holding her thighs wider apart, he told Shine to put his cock in her.

Anne watched Shine approach her. He had his enormously thick cock in his hand, and as he held it, it looked to be throbbing in his hand. 

Don't do this, Missy Anne said to Shine, but Roy nodded, and Shine shoved the head of his cock, between Anne's pussy lips.

Missy Anne felt the big knob thrust into her cunt. She could feel her pussy widen, and was amazed to find that she got even wetter, to accommodate it. 

As Shine slowly moved the thick prick in and out of her, she felt Roy relax the pressure on her, but instead of getting up, she reached over, and took Roy's cock, in her hand.

It was now at it's hardest, and was eleven inches long, and two and a half inches thick.

She could smell the musk, as she pulled the cock towards her mouth. She put a hand over his balls, and as her hungry lips closed over the knob, she heard the squelching noises from her pussy, as Shine drove into her again.

As she sucked on Roy, he was loosening her jacket, and undoing her skirt.

A great grunt came from Shine, and Missy Anne could feel him thrusting deeper and faster, and as she began to enjoy it, he shuddered, and his hot come spurted in torrents into her pussy.

Roy pulled her to her feet, and dragged the jacket off, before pulling her skirt down, leaving her standing there, in just the red Basque and stockings.

The men all stared, it was the first time they had seen a naked white woman. As they looked, they could see her boobs sticking out covered in red satin, and then the small waist which was restrained under the tight Basque. Their eyes then fell to the dark patch of hair between her legs.

Shines thick come, was running down the inside of her white thighs, onto the tops of her stockings.

Roy lay down on the bale, and motioned for Missy Anne to get on top of him. She got astride him, with a leg at each side, and grasping his hot cock in her hand, she began to stuff it into her cunt.

She closed her eyes, and began to ride up and down on him. As she rode him, she felt his enormous cock drive deep into her. It was enough to keep her in a permanent state of passionate lust. 

Missy Anne didn't know that young Rudy, had moved up behind her.

She first realised he was there, when he started to rub the inside of her thighs, to get his fingers wet, and then rubbed his fingers on her ass-hole, making it wet too.

She braced herself, and prepared to take his cock in her ass. And it easily slipped into her anus, to rub against Roy's big black cock, through the membrane between cunt and ass.

She started screaming in ecstasy, as she was filled by Roy's huge cock in her pussy, and Rudy's thin long cock pumping into her ass-hole.

As one cock went in, the other was withdrawn, and so she was filled in one hole, as the other withdrew.

Po came closer to the action, and Anne noticed him standing to the side. She reached out, and took his cock in her hand.

She began to wank the nine hard inches, and as she leant towards it to suck, she felt Rudys thin cock spurt his seed deep into her ass.

Po asked if he could relieve Rudy, and when Anne said OK, he moved behind her, and she felt his cock easily slip into her come soaked arse hole. Now she felt filled up.

There was Roy shafting her with his eleven inches, and she had Po's nine inches pumping into her hot ass-hole.

Abe moved over next, and he shoved his big cock into her mouth, Missy Anne sucked hungrily on it. Roy let out a holler, as his cum spurted warmly into Missy Anne's womb. 

She shuddered, and nearly bit Abe's cock off, as she came too. 

Roy got away from under her, and Missy Anne concentrated on sucking Abe, and bucking wildly against Po's thrashing into her ass.

Po pulled away from her, and she watched as his spunk spurted onto her tits, and Basque.

Abe turned her over, and she was looking down, as he stuffed his big ebony dick into her wet hole. She felt it, as it moved inside her, opening her up as it travelled ever deeper.

She was by now past caring, and was yelling for him to make her come again, and he duly obliged, as he battered his balls against her ass, in an effort to get deeper into her.

Missy Anne came in a near faint, just as Abe withdrew his cock from her pussy, and he lost no impetus, as he quickly replaced it in her mouth. 

Missy Anne put both hands around it, and wanked at it as she sucked, and this was enough to make him yell as he pulled out of her lips, and shot his hot creamy come over her lips, nose, and eyes.

Missy Anne dressed quickly, and told the boys to get back to work. But she told them that they’d better not finish their work today, as she wanted to cum with them again tomorrow.



Plantation 1815



June 7th, 1815 -- South Carolina - Harrison Plantation

Betty Harrison peaked through the drapes out the window as her father ripped the shirt off slave Jim's back and began to whip the large black man for looking at Betty the wrong way. It was Betty's fault, she couldn't help but admire how large he was, his rippling muscles, his height and strength were unmatched on the plantation. She had been watching him work, watching the sweat coated tattered and dirty shirt cling to his chest and back. She subconsciously bit her lip, wondering what he looked like naked and if what she heard about the black man was true. Do they really have enormous penises? This was what she was thinking when Jim caught her watching him. She had smiled, blushed and looked him up and down. Her father had seen the silent exchange and immediately told her to go inside and began to punish Jim.

The whip drew blood but Jim never let out a noise as her father finished the lashing. Betty admired the black shiny skin, the twitching muscles, ignoring the guilt she felt for getting him beat. Her father untied him, dragging him into the sweathouse and closed the door. He returned minutes later with Jim's clothes. Betty knew he was tied up inside naked. The twinge of desire fluttered from her sex and her hand went between her legs, buried in her skirt, pressing on her growing nub as she thought of naked Jim tied up. She knew he'd be in there for at least two days. This was her chance, hers and Rachel's.

Rachel Sanderson, Betty's best friend lived at the next plantation and was just getting back from a trip to France to visit relatives. Betty was excited to see her friend again, but was more exited to tell her about the opportunity that had presented itself in Jim. The two young woman discussed men, and both had a dangerous attraction to their father's slaves. It had become a preoccupation with them, discussing penis size and what they knew of men and sex. Neither were virgins, a fact that their father's didn't know and both were nineteen, prime age for marriage with several suitors visiting weekly to call upon the two blonde beauties.

Betty was short, petite with small round breasts, long blonde hair, blue eyes and white creamy skin. Rachel was taller, bigger boned with much larger breasts, shorter blonde hair, brown eyes and more olive skin but both were as white as it got in the 1800's. They were considered the two biggest prizes in all of South Carolina at the time. Gorgeous women every young or not so young man desired. Both of them lost their virginity at eighteen and within a week of one another. Since then they've discussed the white men they've had and enjoyed, sharing the size, girth and stamina of said gentlemen. Neither had seen a black man naked, but they both were curious and that curiosity had grown into a desire to not only see one but know one.

"We have our opportunity," Betty whispered to Rachel as they walked from the dock.

"Do tell, darling?" Rachel said, knowing exactly of what Betty referred.

"Slave Jim is naked and tied in the sweathouse. Father is staying in town today and tomorrow for business. It's perfect."

"I shall arrange my coming to visit you and beg my father to let me stay the night," Rachel said, giddy.

The two blondes took hands in excitement as they walked down the dock toward town. Every man's eyes were on them, white men's eyes that is. The slaves kept their heads to the ground, never looking at the pink and blue lacy dressed women with parasols. The two women ignored the tipped hats the gracious greetings. All they were interested was Jim and getting back to Harrison Plantation.

"I can't wait to tell you what I learned from my cousin in France. She called it fellatio. Have you ever heard of that?" Rachel asked.

"No... What is it?"

"It's were a woman uses her mouth to stimulate intercourse on a man. It's quite common in France and considered normal and very pleasurable."

"Did she show you how?" Betty asked.

"Yes, but not on a real penis so it was strange, but I think I could do it."

"You'll have to show me."

"I shall, and she also showed me a wonderful use of my large bosom. While using your mouth on the penis she told me to place the shaft between my breasts. I don't know if you could do it but she said I for sure could."

"I guess if I pushed mine together it might work a little," Betty said looking down at her pushed up cleavage from the corset she wore.

They were forced to end the conversation and keep silent about such things on the carriage ride home. They stopped first at Rachel's home, where she received permission to continue on to Betty's home and stay the night, just as planned.

When they arrived at the Harrison Plantation it was approaching evening and both young women retired to Betty's room to change out of their confining dresses in to night clothes. Once changed Betty caught Rachel looking out the window down at the sweathouse.

"Are you certain Slave Jim is still in there?" Rachel asked.

"Positive. Let's say good night to my mother and then we shall sneak out and have a look before it becomes too dark."

*****

Betty and Rachel crept along the house, staying in the shadows and avoiding the lighted windows. Darting around the large hickory tree, her father used to whip the slaves, they made it quickly behind the sweathouse and out of sight from the house. Both women were breathing hard from running and from excitement. Just inside the walls, they now hid behind, was what they sought, a large naked black man. Nothing stood in their way now. Trying to look through the small gaps in the wood planks proved unsuccessful. They could only see where Jim was, but not a good look at what they wanted to see. They were going to have to open the door and peak in. Betty remembered the hinges squeaked on the old sweathouse so both her and Rachel began to spit on each hinge until they hopped the noise would be small. It was, and the door swung a few inches without a sound, revealing Jim, tied to the far wall with ropes around his wrists and waste, lashed to a support. Both young women's mouth dropped. Jim hung forward against the ropes seemly unconscious and glistening with sweat. His muscled body shimmered in the new light from the door. But what had shocked them both was the enormous male member hanging between Jim's legs. It was gigantic, falling over his testicles and descending between his legs to mid-thigh.

Both young women gasped and the noise startled them to the point the shut the door quickly and ran around the side of the shack and fell together in the grass.

"It's enormous!"

"The rumor is true. I have never seen anything like that before."

"Me neither. Roger Burton's was pretty big but Slave Jim's got him doubled," Rachel whispered.

"Should we look again?" Betty asked.

"I think we should... he looked asleep. Maybe, if we're quite enough we could go in and shut the door."

Betty only nodded and they crept back to the door, opened it and quickly went it. Shutting the door behind them the shack got darker but the lights from the house and twilight gave them enough light to see and admire the mammoth shaft they so desired. Both stood frozen, gazing upon Jim and his body when suddenly he stirred and rocked against the ropes that held him. This movement caused his penis to sway back and forth a few times after he fell asleep once again. Both girls gasped again watching the long rod of flesh dangle limp between the muscled dark legs. Rachel moved forward, Betty grabbing her hand to hold her back. Rachel shrugged her off, turning slightly back toward her.

"He's asleep and tied up. What's going to happen?" she whispered, taking a few steps across the hard packed dirt with some straw scattered on the ground.

Betty crept after her, both girls getting a few steps closer to the large naked man. Shortly they stood only two steps away from him, taking in the giant. He was at least two feet taller than both of them and his penis looked as big as their arms from elbow to extended fingers. Slowly Rachel halved the distance and extended her hand toward Jim's penis. Betty's eyes bulged and she wanted to scream for her to stop, pulling on Rachel's nightdress. Again Rachel shook her off and turned to Betty.

"He's exhausted, probably half dead from the beating, tied up and harmless. I'm just going to touch it, that's all."

Betty shook her head adamantly, begging with her eyes to stop Rachel but she only moved toward the sleeping man again. She brushed the shaft, running her fingers down the middle a few inches and back up, feeling the warm flesh and familiar soft flaccid organ she's felt before. Except this one was so much bigger than anything she's seen or touched. The slight caress caused the large penis to move, slightly rising only to fall again limp when she jerked her hand away and looked up at Jim's face. He was still out cold so she reached for it again. Rachel could hear Betty freaking out behind her, making more noise than was prudent.

"Would you calm down. He's not going anywhere. I doubt he'll even awake. I just want to see it erect. Then we can go."

"Are you crazy! He'll wake up for sure if he gets hard."

"Not necessarily. Men get hard in their sleep all the time and never know it."

"Maybe but not from you touching them," Betty snipped back.

"If he wakes, we'll just run. It's not like he'll tell on us. That would mean another beating and maybe lynchin'."

Rachel ignored the pleas from Betty and turned back to the large flaccid cock before her. Reaching out her hand she took the shaft between her thumb and fingers trying to wrap her hand around it but found it so wide she never touched finger to thumb. Gently she pulled downward, moving the loose skin further over his hidden head before pulling it back until the smooth slightly pinker glands poked through the foreskin. This movement had an immediate reaction. She felt life suddenly enter his penis. She felt the shudder of excitement rush through her own sex as the mammoth specimen began to grow and move against her hand.

Glancing up she kept a lookout for Jim waking and gave his penis a few more gentle strokes before removing her hand and watching in utter amazement as it bounced its way to erect. Half way through she added more stimulation to further the blood flow. Betty had stopped moving, awed as well by what she was witnessing.

*****

Jim had heard the young ladies outside the shack spitting on the hinges. He decide to act asleep and see what they intended to do. He assumed they wanted to look upon him and be gone. He wasn't oblivious to the looks Miss Betty gave him out in the field as he worked how she bit her lips and stared at him. She was just a young thing, curiosity is all it was and for some strange reason he wasn't that upset with her for getting him lashed and tied to the sweathouse.

He kept his eyes closed as he heard them open the door and run away, thinking that was all they would do until they came back. He thought stirring would scare them away but the new girl, a Miss Rachel he remembered was quite adventurous, more so than he thought possible for a little white girl. When he heard them talking about getting him hard he cracked his eyes to look down on them. Miss Rachel had forgotten to do up her nightdress buttons and Jim had a great view down the front of her dress. Her plentiful bosom firm and young heaved against the thin material. Both these white girls were stunning to old Jim, young, firm and their pretty blonde hair and tight bodies made his loins ache.

He could scarcely contain himself and act asleep when the warm hand of Rachel began to caress his penis. Never had a white woman touched him in anyway let alone stroke his large member. He thought his heart pounding in his chest would give him away for sure as his massive cock grew and grew under the careful scrutiny and gaze of the girls.

*****

"See, I told you he wouldn't wake up. Isn't that the most amazing thing you have ever seen?" Rachel asked, running her hand lightly down the erect shaft of Jim's penis.

"It's enormous? How could that ever fit inside a woman? Inside one of us?" Betty said coming closer for a better look.

"I don't know. It's the biggest one I've ever seen."

Betty finally got enough courage to reach out and touch big Jim's cock. She just ran the tips of her fingers down the underside of his throbbing rod. Her hand was shaking; her heart pounding and she felt the twinge of pleasure between her legs as her fingers met the hot black flesh.

"We should go," Betty said, pulling away from the shaft.

"What's the rush, he's sound asleep. I want to try something real quick."

"What? You said once you saw it erect we would go."

"I know... it's just I want to try that fellatio thing. Just see what it's like in my mouth."

"Are you crazy! You want to put your mouth on Slave Jim's penis!"

"Why not? It looks fine."

"No way, Don't do it... I'm going to go," Betty said turning to leave but Rachel didn't follow.

Grumbling under her breath Betty turned back around and froze in place as Rachel bent over, putting her face right next to the massive throbbing penis.

*****

Through squinted eyes Jim watched Miss Rachel open her mouth wide, testing whether she could open enough to put his head inside. He thought his heart was beating fast before, now it was jumping right out of his chest. He was glad he was already covered in sweat because he was even worse now. He didn't think it was going to be possible not to move, especially when this gorgeous creature put her pretty little mouth on the head of his dick. And then it happened. He first felt her hot breath hover over his throbbing cock. He was so excited, so crazy turned on that he was huge, bigger than he remembered when Master Harrison wanted him to stud new offspring with Slave Lydia. Just the idea of this pretty white girl putting her mouth on his penis had him on the verge of eruption.

Her head descended, her lips brushing the head of his cock, her wet mouth enveloping his bulbous head. He tried with every ounce of determination not to move. The sensation in the head of his penis was beyond description, beyond anything he had dreamt existed. And then she tightened her mouth, gripping his shaft with her lips and sucked.

*****

Rachel's tongue touched the head, tasting the salty musty flavor of Jim's huge penis. She felt it throb, thinking to herself he was bigger than before. The sensation of his huge black cock in her mouth shot pangs of pleasure through her body, hardening her nipples and causing her clitoris to spasm. Behind her she heard the gasp of shock from Betty but ignored it and closed her mouth tighter around the shaft with the plump head well into her mouth. Cousin Mildred had told her to suck, and suck she did. Sucking hard caused the penis to lurch and spew a hot thick liquid into her mouth that was so sudden she didn't realize until later was semen. She tried to scream but the semen had caused her to choke. Pulling back away from Jim, a huge burst of gooey sperm plastered her in the face, up into her hair and down the front of her night dress.

Freaking out, she spit what was in her mouth on the ground and tripped over Betty, falling hard on her back. Betty was screaming as well but too shocked to move as the enormous penis of Jim's continued to ejaculate high into the air and splatter the dirt ground in front of her. Animalistic grunts came from the large black man as his body convulsed and shook from the powerful contractions, forcing more and more white thick ejaculate onto the ground. Betty looked up, Jim's eyes were wide opened, he was awake and Betty screamed again, finally shocked enough to turn and run.

Rachel scrambled after her, covered in cum and dirty from falling.

*****

Jim's body slowly eased, his mammoth cock pumping an enormous amount of semen onto the ground before he fell forward, the ropes holding him up. He had never felt such a powerful and pleasurable orgasm in his twenty-eight years of life. The white girls had screamed and run off, probably waking the entire plantation. He expected death before morning.

*****

Rachel had to tackle Betty before she got to the back porch of the house, knocking her hard to the ground. Betty was beside herself, almost hyperventilating which kept her screams from making much noise.

"Calm down... calm down," Rachel said, slapping Betty in the face.

The sharp sting dazed Betty who stopped trying to get away.

"Think! We have to think. I can't be found like this. I'm covered in Slave Jim's seed! He's tied up, they'll know we made this happen!"

This reality caused Betty to ponder their predicament. A lantern light began to near, through the back door window. Betty grabbed Rachel's hand and darted off into the dark, pulling her along with her. They didn't stop until the white gazebo out by the pond. Climbing the steps then sat on the floor hiding from the person looking out the back door.

"I can't believe that... I can't believe you put his penis in your mouth... I can't believe he exploded like that," Betty rambled.

"You can't? I was the one that almost choked to death on his semen! I didn't know he'd climax that quickly or at all. Did you see how much came out! I mean look at me and I avoided most of it."

Thick semen was in her hair and she had tried to wipe it off her face but just moved it around. Her breasts stuck together from the large amount that found them and the chilling liquid hardened her nipples sending a thrill through her breasts and down further.

"Well, Dad did say 'ol Jim is the best stud he's ever had, gets the women pregnant every time."

"I can see why. Do you think he'll keep this quiet? What should we do?"

"He'll keep quiet, if Pa finds out about it he'll kill 'ol Jim for sure, even if he is worth lots. As long as we don't say anything, Jim won't."

"Do you think we should go and talk to him... make sure?"

"Now I know you've lost your mind. He's wide awake, probably waiting for some more punishment. If we go back he might raise a ruckus and someone is already looking around out there."

"We can wait 'till it calms down, then go back."

"I think you want to see him again. You just want to get another look."

"And you don't? We've waited for a long time for this. He's tied up, we could... well you know."

Betty was conflicted. They had waited a long time and she did find Jim's naked body exciting. Rachel had a good point. There wasn't much big Jim could do but the girls could touch him and more without Jim touching back. Rachel was right; they had to take this opportunity. It's what Betty's been wishing for. Her father was gone, Jim wouldn't say a word. What was she afraid of?

"Fine, we'll go back. The only problem is it will be dark and we won't see a thing."

"We need a lantern. We'll trim it low. If we wait long enough everyone will be sleeping."

Betty just nodded her head, thinking to herself where she could get a lantern without going inside. While they waited they discussed what they had already seen and done. The big question on Betty's mind was what Jim's semen tasted like and what it felt like to have him ejaculate in Rachel's mouth.

"It was bitter and musty, not very pleasant to taste but now that I think about it, the memory makes me tingle and get hot."

"Talking about this does me too. Think we've waited long enough?"

"Yes, let's get the lantern from the barn and go."

*****

Jim was wondering why he was still alive. His load of semen had dissolved into the dirt below him but what was left on his cock had dried hard, since he couldn't clean it off with his hands tied. The memory of Miss Rachel sucking on his cock kept coming back to him, making his heavy shaft stir in the darkness. He couldn't stop thinking about her, her large breasts her hot little mouth, the pleasure she caused so quickly. It was difficult not to want more. Not to want to have his way with the young white girls.




Plantation 1815



The dim rays of light coming through the wood slats shocked him out of his erotic thoughts. "Time to die", he thought but when the shack door opened and he saw the young women holding a dim lantern his dread turned to lust.

"Lil' Miss's come back to see ol' Jim again?"

Both girls froze in the doorway, looking beyond the light at the dark shape of wide awake Slave Jim.

*****

Betty hesitated, Rachel didn't, answering Jim's query quickly.

"Come back to talk and assure you."

"Don't know assure," he responded back.

Rachel walked boldly forward with the lantern high and stood right before Jim. The light reflected off his glistening body and her breath caught in her throat, seeing his member half erect.

"Came to tell you not to worry, this is our little secret."

"No tell the Mas'er?"

"No, you're safe," Betty said coming up alongside of Rachel.

She couldn't help but glance, and then linger on the large shaft. Seeing it in the light now was something else entirely. Large veins ran along the shaft as it arched in a long curve away from his body. The foreskin was partially pulled back off his head and white crusty ejaculate was still there.

"Were you awake when we we're here before?" Rachel asked.

"Can't lie to you miss, I were."

"I see. You enjoyed what I did?" Rachel asked.

The embarrassed look on Jim's face told her everything. She just smiled and moved closer to him after placing the lantern on a nail.

"You sure surprised us."

"Beg pardon miss. I was try'n not to, couldn't stop," Jim said.

"Must have felt really good then. My first time trying it," Rachel smiled.

"Ma'm."

"You won't tell? Will ya, Jim?" Betty asked.

"O no, Miss Betty, no no," Jim replied.

"Good, just our little secret."

"Yessum."

"We should hide the evidence, clean him," Rachel said to Betty.

"How?"

"How else?" Rachel smiled... "Maybe you should try this time."

Just the thought caused a jolt in Betty's sex. Thinking about placing her mouth over Jim's large penis excited her, raising her heart beat and hardening specific parts.

"I couldn't," Betty said.

"If you don't I will?" Rachel responded.

*****

Jim's shaft stayed horizontal, he had a difficult time comprehending what these white girls were thinking. The talk of cleaning him was keeping his large cock surging with blood and maintaining the half erection he had. If he wasn't mistake they were discussing which one was going to suck him again. The very thought was exciting and impossible.

"I guess I can try... but what if he... you know?"

"Just get out of the way, I guess. He's awake now, he's not acting asleep, and he could tell you beforehand."

This caused Miss Betty to look up into his eyes. He met her look, admired her beauty, her big blue eyes red lips and flawless white skin.

"Will you, Jim? Warn me if you're going to climax again?"

Slave Jim's half erect cock lurched and continued to rise.

*****

"Yessum, Miss Betty, I will."

Betty took another look at Rachel who motioned her forward. Betty watched the large shaft rise, bouncing on its own. The veins were now more defined, the head showing more as the shaft lengthened and the skin crawled back over the protruding large smooth head. She felt the moist secretions between her legs and the press of her clitoris on her folds as she stared at the massive throbbing penis before her. Slowly reaching out she put one hand around the middle of his shaft and began to pull back the remaining skin off his head. With the other she worked on removing the larger crusty after effects of his previous climax. She heard Jim moan, she knew any man would like what she was doing, why would Slave Jim be any different?

Leaning over she opened her mouth, keeping both hands on his shaft and enveloped his head with her lips. The salty dried semen quickly dissolved in her mouth, as her tongue worked around the hot smooth flesh to clean it fully. She didn't suck. She hadn't been instructed like Rachel had. Instead she worked her tongue until taking him out of her mouth to inspect her work.

"There, all clean and shiny."

"Nice work. Can I try again?" Rachel asked, wanting Betty to move.

*****

Jim was positive he was already dead and this was heaven and he couldn't remember master lynching him. The hot wet mouth of Miss Betty was amazing, different than Miss Rachel but still exquisite without the sucking that had caused him to cum before. He was fully hard again, feeling the blood pulsing in his shaft and straining against the flesh of his rod. He felt her hot tongue running up and over his head, down around the sides and finally even press into his slit for any remaining trace of evidence. Then she had withdrawn and left his cock chilling in the air.

*****

Betty smiled and moved over for Rachel who reached forward and took hold of the ridged mammoth. Her left hand cupped his heavy hanging testicles and rolled them in her hand. Jim moaned again. Rachel was following the detailed instructions she had received from her cousin Mildred. While she played with his balls she stroked the skin along his shaft with her other hand, letting the foreskin roll up and then over his clean head. All she needed now was to add her mouth and suck. Apparently, Mildred was able to induce an orgasm from men with this technique. Rachel had already achieved the result without even trying.

Taking Jim's cock in her mouth she eased down on it before sucking. Deeper in her mouth than last time she closed her lips tight and sucked. This time Jim didn't explode but he certainly did moan. Rachel continued to suck and stoke. The wideness of his member quickly began to hurt her mouth and she had to stop sucking for a few seconds before starting again. That's when Jim spoke up.

"Oh lordie, Miss Rachel... I'ma real close."

*****

Jim was doing everything he could not to explode in her mouth again but the added stroking and playing with his nuts was too much for the big man to take. He didn't know what she was doing existed or where she had learned it. The combination of her hot little mouth sucking while she slowly stroked his shaft was phenomenal. He was ready to erupt again and decided he better tell her to avoid getting punished. As soon as he said he was close she stopped instantly and took him out of her mouth. He figured she expected his cum to fly but he wasn't that close and now that she had stopped he eased down as his cock throbbed and cooled in the night air.

"Not that close. Well, I think I've got the hang of it," Miss Rachel said.

Jim knew she did, still not believing any of this was real.

"Do you want to try again, Betty?"

Just as she asked Miss Betty that question the door to the sweathouse opened.

*****

Betty and Rachel spun around in fright, hearing the door. Betty recognized all three slaves. One of them was carrying water another some food. It looked like they had come to sneak some nourishment to their punished friend. On seeing the two blonde girls, the lantern and the hard cock of Jim they all froze, processing what was happening. Betty became nervous. They were blocking the way out. Rachel and she would have to push through the large men to get away. The look of understanding crossed the first, then the second and finally the third understood why the girls were in the shack and what they were doing to lucky Jim.

"I just came to apologize to Jim for getting him punished, we'll be going now," Betty said grabbing Rachel's hand.

Together they walked toward the three men, hoping and praying they would just step aside and let them leave.

None of them moved.

"Excuse me... did you hear me," Betty said, trying to maintain authority.

"We'a heard ya Miss Betty. We'sa think ya wanna stay," the first man said.

Betty knew they were in trouble.

"Wadda ya think, Jim?" he called over the small females.

"Yes indeedy, I'ma sure they do." Jim answered.

Suddenly Betty broke in a run directly toward the door but the first man easily grabbed her, twisting her around and picking her up with his arms wrapped around her tiny waste. He carried her further into the shack and dropped her back on her feet. She cowered away against the wall next to Jim, fear and desperation in her eyes.

Rachel stood there alone looking at the last two men by the door and made a decision. The decision actually got her a little hot and horny. She's wanted to try a black man, and now that she had seen Jim's cock she really wanted to try it. Fighting would be useless anyway and much more painful. Going along with it and pleasing the men would not only be enjoyable but may save her life. No one knew they were out here. The slaves could easily rape and kill them, then dispose of the bodies in the swamp. She hoped she could avoid that.

"Now let's all keep our heads. Betty, I think we can accommodate these nice men, don't you?"

Betty's look of fear turned to confusion and finally understanding. The slaves all smiled, looking at the women and chuckling to themselves. Rachel quickly walked to Betty and explained what she was thinking.

"We might survive if we go along with it. Besides, isn't that was we were thinking of doing?"

"It was only our foolish imaginations and misguided lusts. We weren't really going to," Betty said, the fear back in her eyes.

"I was. I was going to with Jim, tonight," Rachel said.

Betty's eyes went wide but she kept silent.

"Look it's going to happen regardless, the easy way or hard way."

Betty knew she spoke the truth. Ben, the man that had picked her up did it with such ease, his strength was immense. She concluded Rachel was right; there was no way out of this. Something switched in her mind, turned her off emotionally and she focused on the lust side of herself. All the time she had spent daydreaming of Jim's body, what he might look like naked, what he would have in length and girth came back to her mind. She remembered how hot it got her, how she would play with herself and imagine big Jim inside her body. How she would bring herself to climax in her bed at night with thoughts of Jim making love to her. Here was her chance.

Rachel saw the look on Betty's face change, relax and actually smirk. She turned to the men getting their attention quickly.

"We've decided to have relations with all of you. No need to be rough, we will be most willing," she said, pulling her night shirt over her shoulders and breasts, letting it fall to the dirty ground.

*****

Jim and the rest of the slave's mouths dropped. There Miss Rachel was standing in all her young glory. Naked as the day she was born. Her tight body, large breasts, shapely legs and buttocks exposed to their view. None of them had ever expected to see something so glorious in their lives, especially not willingly. The free men were too shocked to move and Jim couldn't if he wanted to. They all stood staring at her and blown away. When Miss Betty followed after her and was naked as well they all thought they had died and were being rewarded in heaven with two blonde gorgeous white women.

"Good lordee! Get o' here and untie me," Jim spoke up.

This got the others moving and Ben hustled over and began to work on the ropes.

*****

Rachel motioned for the other two to come closer, which they did with haste, reaching out and groping her large breasts. 

"Now, now, you boys are sure eager, there's plenty to go around," Rachel said as they grabbed at her body, twisting her hardening nipples and grabbing her ass.

Ben finally managed to free Jim and they both quickly approached Betty and began to touch her as well. She let them fondle her for a few seconds before dropping to her knees and taking hold of Jim's large and hard member. She used her night shirt for padding and began stroking, like she had seen Rachel and then put him in her mouth. She felt Ben's hands all over her, pinching her nipples and running his rough and calloused hands up and down her sex and anus, spreading her open.

-

Rachel hand managed to get her two men naked and was very pleased with the results. Jim wasn't just a fluke, both of these boys had large and wide penises as well, already hard and firm from fondling her. She went to work on the first one, grabbing hold of it and sticking the wide head in her mouth. The slave yelled out in surprise, quickly pulling away from her mouth.

"I'm not going to bite you, silly. It's okay; it will feel good I promise."

It took him only a moment to approach her again; offering his hard cock, which she gladly took and began to suck. The reaction from the man was sudden; he grunted, moaned and began to cum seconds later. A rush of hot semen rushed into Rachel's mouth, gagging her as before. She pulled him out and let him cum on her naked body, loving the hot semen spurting all over her breasts until he was done. He backed away, stunned and going soft. His semen dripped off Rachel down onto her night dress. She turned to the next one, who was wide eyed and speechless.

-

Ben's large cock pressed against Betty's cheek, he apparently wanted a turn at what she was doing to Jim. She took Jim's out of her mouth and replaced it with Ben's. He wasn't as big, making her able to take him deeper and stroke as well. A guttural sound came from his mouth and he pulled away from her, grabbing his cock to try and not cum but it was too late. A surge of semen escaped, arched into the air and fell onto Betty's small round breasts. The reaction her body responded with was a big surprise to her. She felt a rush of pleasure as the hot load splattered on her bare breasts, causing her nipples to fully harden and her sex to gush with fresh secretions. His load, as well, dripped off her body down to the night dress.

*****

Slave Ben, once he realized he wasn't going to stop his load from leaving began to stroke himself, shooting his impressive load all over the little white girl, who seemed to bask in the shower. The pleasure was staggering, the excitement of what he was doing unreal. His large cock sprayed and sprayed its load down onto the white Miss Betty as he jerked it hard.

*****

Rachel had her next man in hand and mouth, treating him to the same care she had given the first. She was surprised when he didn't ejaculate as quickly, she actually had to add the stroking and sucking at the same time and still he lasted. When she finally remembered her breasts and what her cousin had said she could do with them was what took the man over the limit. She laid his wide shaft between her breasts, pressed them together and with her saliva as lube began to tit fuck him. Seconds later he sprayed his load under her chin and all over her large breasts.

-

All four men had already ejaculated, including Jim earlier. It only took less than ten minutes to accomplish this. Both women were wet, glistening and covered in the loads of the men, quivering with lust and anticipation. Big Jim was the only one still hard, especially since Betty was working on his tool again with her pretty little mouth and stroking evenly up and down his long shaft.

"Don't bring him to climax!" Rachel called from a few feet away.

Betty, taking Jim out of her mouth, turned to Rachel, "Why not?"

"'Cause I want to try him inside me," Rachel answered.

Betty felt the large shaft of Jim's lurch in her hand when Rachel spoke these words. She heard several chuckles from the slaves. She turned back and looked up at Jim's face. He was smiling and she could see the pure lust and desire on his face.

"Ol' Jim's happy to oblige I'm sure," Betty said getting to her feet.

-

Rachel did the exact opposite and fell on her back onto her night dress. She spread her legs, fingered her wet lips and looked up at Jim. He was already on his way over to her. He knelt down, took hold of his dick and moved toward her. She reached forward, leaning up and placing her hand on him to slow him down.

"Now go easy, Slave Jim, I've never had some'in so big before, real slow now," Rachel said.

*****

The other slaves gathered around, fondling their hanging members, to watch big Jim take it to this voluptuous white woman. Her large breasts were perfectly round and firm as she laid on her back, still wet from the two loads she had caught with them. They were beginning to find new life in their large cocks from the anticipation of Jim's penetration and just the pure excitement and visual of the moment. They allowed Miss Betty to see, moving over so the tiny woman could get a better look.

-

Jim held his extensive cock with one hand, his heart beating rapidly in his chest as she looked down at this gorgeous white woman that was willingly giving herself to him. Her pink and flushed sex looked so inviting and he knew it would be tight and hot. When she removed her hand from his stomach he moved slightly forward, positioning his head just beyond her waiting tunnel.

He was oozing plentifully and Miss Rachel was shimmering in the lantern light, foretelling of her wetness. Slowly he eased forward, letting his wide head fold back the pink lips. Miss Rachel moaned, closing her eyes as half of his wide head disappeared into the pretty pink sizzling tunnel. The heat was impressive but the tightness more so. Before his head was all the way in, Miss Rachel's eyes flew open and remained wide.

*****

The extensive head of Slave Jim's stretched Rachel more than anything previous, probably by double. She quickly realized she might not be able to take him. The strain was mixed with pleasure and she didn't immediately scream or tell him to stop. He was going very slowly and that was what she had asked for. She bit her lip as more entered her, her breathing coming rapidly now with her heart pounding. He was huge. The stress on the entrance was severe, sending her muscles into spasms. Another inch slid in and she screamed, grabbing her nightdress under her and straining against the pressure the large cock was making. It wasn't exactly painful, nothing had ripped or torn but it felt so full and uncomfortable to have something so wide trying to enter her.

-

Betty stood naked, next to Slave Ben and watched with awe as the huge penis of old Jim entered her friend. It looked much too wide and way too long to fit inside her. She could see the strain in her pink lips and on Rachel's face. A couple more inches entered and Rachel screamed.

*****

Jim stopped; more than half of his cock was still outside Miss Rachel's body. Her scream had halted his progress. Slave Lydia had screamed when he first had her, Master Harrison had been watching, smiling to himself as Jim deflowered her. Which was odd. Usually Mr. Harrison has them first but Jim figured he didn't find Lydia to his liking. Slave Lydia was a virgin, she was frightened but Jim was obeying Master Harrison and continued while Master watched until the end.

The scream from Miss Rachel was different; she was no virgin and much wetter than Slave Lydia had been. He looked down at the panting young woman; saw the strain on her face, the heaving breasts rising up and down quickly. He had no feelings for the white woman, no real care how she felt or what his extensive tool was doing to her. He really didn't know why the scream had stopped him. It wasn't like he was going to stop now, even if she wanted him to.

*****

Betty feared for Rachel's safety, worried the large man was going to rip her in two. She wanted to put a stop to it; she wanted to get out and away from them before something bad happened. They had all ejaculated; they should be content with that and let the two young women go. Except when Betty looked around all the slaves had erections again, and two of them were looking at her.

"Does'um Miss Betty want some like Miss Rachel?" Ben asked, holding his cock in his left hand and shaking the long black snake at her.




Plantation 1815



Betty's fear rose again, looking at the large man holding his penis. It was equally wide but shorter than Slave Jim's, guaranteed to hurt. Another scream from Rachel interrupted before she could answer and Betty turned to see Slave Jim push more of his monster cock into Rachel's shaking body. 

"No more... Can't take more," Rachel was pleading.

The smile on Jim's face told Betty he wasn't going to stop. When she felt hands grab her wrist, pulling her to the ground she knew she was next to receive the same treatment.

-

To Rachel it felt like Slave Jim's cock was in her chest cavity, she had never felt something so deep inside her before. She noticed also that his shaft widened the deeper it penetrated, stretching her to the limit. Her pleadings for him to stop went unheeded and another inch eased slowly into her, causing a hot pain deep within her body. She knew he wasn't going to stop, no... if anything he would go deeper and then increase his speed after pulling out of her some.

When his immense shaft began to retreat and leave her shuddering body the uncomfortable pressure and depth eased, replaced by pleasure that surprised her. His extensive shaft had opened and resized her far beyond any white man's cock before. She knew she would never be the same and doubted a white man would please her again. The stretch on her entrance didn't ease; her body clung to Jim's shaft like a vise, letting her feel his ridges and veins as he withdrew. It felt amazing. She was stunned, could she actually do this? Could she take all of him thrusting into her? Would her body actually adapt to the large black cock? She was tentatively hopeful as most of Jim slid out of her, leaving just his head.

-

Betty Harrison fought the arms holding her down, but it accomplished nothing. She was powerless against the strength of the slave. Ben knelt on the ground beneath her, grabbing her knees as she tried to keep her legs together.

"Please don't... I'll use my mouth again, just please don't put that in me," she begged.

"Me's a thinkin' you's gonna like it Miss Betty. Just like Miss Rachel, there," Ben said, slowly pulling her legs apart.

He was so strong; there was nothing she could do to stop him. Once he opened her legs he scooted forward, keeping them open with his body. His dirty hand found her moist sex, rubbing up and down her pink folds. The fear overcame what should have been pleasurable. Fear of his massive cock ripping her open. The men she's had didn't even compare to the girth and length of Salve Ben's penis. The lack of willingness wasn't helping either.

"See? Feel's good don't it?" Ben asked, sticking his index finger into her wet hole.

"No... you're too big for me, you'll hurt me."

"Miss Rachel, don't think so."

*****

Jim thrust forward driving his hard cock deep inside Miss Rachel again. The tightness and pleasure was perfect, wrapping his dick in a sheath of delight he hadn't felt before with the other slaves he was told to impregnate. She was tight but she was also wet, letting him glide smoothly. He felt her insides convulse and grab his shaft, increasing the pleasure. The image of her body below him was stunning. Her alabaster skin, her large breasts with erect nipples, flat stomach and blonde pubic hair were such a turn on he was already approaching his climax and he had only entered her twice. Reaching up he grabbed both of her breasts, pulled out again and rammed his cock home.

*****

Rachel was cumming, she couldn't believe what Slave Jim's cock was doing to her. The amount of frictions and depth was making her body convulse and climax within seconds of his second thrust. Her vision became blurry; sounds became distant as a wave of pleasure encapsulated her body. She had never felt like this before with any man, had never been taken like this, in the dirt and heat and filth. The excitement and thrill to be taken by a black man and to have it feel like it was beyond her expectations, far beyond. When Jim grabbed her breasts and slammed his entire length back into her she thought she might pass out from the pleasure of it. She didn't know the dilemma her friend was in or what was happening only a stride away. She couldn't fathom anything other than the bliss that was cascading over her.

-

Betty turned to look at Rachel after Ben's comment. What she saw surprised her. It was obvious that Rachel was in the grips of an incredible orgasm. Her back was arched off the ground, her nipples extremely taunt and erect. Even Rachel's eyes had rolled up from the intense pleasure that gripped her. Betty couldn't deny it. Rachel was cumming, and cumming hard from Slave Jim's large member in her body. Betty watched as Jim thrust himself forward, driving all of his length and width deep into Rachel a second, third and fourth time. Where was it all going? How was she doing that? Betty was amazed and her fear turned to curiosity and awe. When she felt the head of Ben's cock touch her sex she instantly turned her head to look up at him.

"Go slow, Slave Ben, just like Jim did, real slow like," Betty said, no longer fighting.

"Yessum, Miss... real slow," Ben said, pressing forward.

She felt his wide head spread her, the tightness present almost instantly. One of the other's still held her arms, holding her down and not letting her move as she wished. She wanted to touch herself, wanted to rub her clitoris.

"Please let my arms go, I won't fight, but I need my arms," she said as Ben's head broke through her tight opening.

She saw Ben nod, letting whoever had her know it was okay to let her go. As soon as she was free she found her clit with both hands and pressed hard, grinding down on the small nub. The pleasure mixed with the tightness and fullness that grew with each descending inch of Ben's wide tool. She could hear Rachel's gasps and cries of rapture next to her, hoping that the same pleasure would soon come to her. The harder she played with her clit the better and easier Ben entered her until she felt him pressing on her insides deeper than she thought possible. She had done it, taken all of him. She was too impressed and amazed to think about much else until he pulled out and rammed his cock back in twice as fast as before. This took her breath away and she gasped in surprise at the rapid assault.

*****

Jim couldn't hold it any longer; his balls ached for release, tight around his throbbing shaft. The climax that followed was equal to or greater than the previous, sending his body into convulsive fits of pleasure. His penis spewed his seed deep inside Rachel, continuing to gush and spurt until he felt it oozing out underneath his shaft to the ground. Her sex was still grabbing at his shaft and milking his balls for every drop of seed. When he pulled out, a huge gush of white semen poured out onto the dirty night dress and his penis was coved in her and his juices.

Staring down at her, he watched her chest continue to rise and fall in the aftermath of her climax. Standing, he found his legs weak and sore from kneeling and the climax. Before he was two steps away Lenny had fallen into position and prepared to enter the cum soaked tunnel of Miss Rachel.

*****

Rachel's eyes struggled to focus, her vagina was throbbing and she could feel the hot semen running out of her when Slave Jim withdrew his spent penis. Before she could see clearly she felt the new hard cock begin to enter her worn in hole, still full up Jim's seed. The new penis rushed into her, squishing out more semen but easily allowing the stiff wide shaft to enter fully. When she finally focused on the new man she didn't know his name nor could she recall having seen him before in her life before this night. He was smaller than Jim, both in body and penis and after Jim's mammoth she took this new slave easily. Never in a million years had she imagined herself doing this, one man after another, with the first's seed still fresh inside of her. It was reprehensible... and she loved it.

-

Betty Harrison was being fucked like never before. Apparently Slave Ben felt it prudent only to go slow in the beginning. Now, once he had managed to enter her fully, he was pounding away at Betty's sex with hard, deep thrusts that even made her small breasts roll up on her chest as firm as they were. She never knew she had room inside her body for something so huge and long. But just like Rachel she was taking all of this large black cock and enjoying it. Her sex was stretched tightly and the depth and fullness was unrivaled, causing Betty to spasm and shake from pleasure. His animalistic thrusts were like nothing she had encountered either, never had a man given it to her like this.

Her body was in a state of ecstasy, washing away any fear or thoughts of danger. She had even forgotten about Rachel, closing her eyes and enjoying the huge shaft pummeling her sex and coxing the ultimate pleasure within her body she had ever experienced.

*****

Ben had a smile on his face, looking down at Miss Betty's tight young body. He had her legs in his hands and with each forceful thrust he watched her small round breasts take the shock, roll up her body only to snap back into place quickly. Her nipples were tight, dark and erect from the movement only increasing his visual stimulation. This little white girl's sex was like nothing he had ever experienced before. It felt alive, moving on its own and grabbing his shaft as he pulled out before slamming it deep again. Her legs shook in his hands, her entire body seemed to vibrate and the expression on her face with her eyes closed, her mouth partially open was something he had never expected to see. The pleasure she was experiencing was evident, undeniable.

He turned his head to watch Jim finish with the bigger girl, watched the semen spurt out of her sex when Jim removed his spent cock. Ben smiled as Lenny took his place and slammed inside of Miss Rachel before she could catch her breath. Theo was waiting his turn, watching Ben pound away at Miss Betty's body. His dick was hard, oozing and ready to go as soon as Ben finished up.

It didn't take long; the white pussy was too good, too tight and too hot to last much longer. Just before he ejaculated he pulled out too far and his large cock flipped out of Betty, sending a huge rope of white semen over her stomach to land on her heaving breasts, before Ben managed to get it back in and finish cumming inside of her. He filled her sex full, convulsing and shooting deep inside the girl's body.

*****

Betty felt the hot splatter of semen hit her naked flesh, extending from her navel to her neck. The sensation was highly stimulating, surprising her and forcing her eyes open. She watched Slave Ben grab his spurting penis and force it back into her, making her gasp as he finished himself off as deep as he could go. His large penis lurched inside with each contraction, filling her womb with his seed. She could see Slave Theo standing next to her, ready to take Ben's place. His penis was huge, hard, vein covered and dying to be inside of her. She felt no fear, or anxiety, just the opposite she was ready for another one. She wanted to feel like that again. To feel full, stretched wide and pounded like before. Ben pulled out of her and struggled to his feet.

"Your turn Slave Theo, I want you too," Betty said, feeling Ben's semen ooze down over her butt.

"Yessum, Miss Betty, I'sa ready."

-

Rachel Sanderson was climaxing again; the new slave was giving her everything he had, over and over, sending her over the cliff into euphoric bliss once again. He breasts were being squeezed, pinched and groped to the point she knew they were going to be sore the next morning. The slave couldn't keep his hands off of them, using them for leverage while thrusting into her. The sensation only added to her pleasure. She watched the muscled slave, kneeling beneath her, work hard, his black skin glistening from the humidity and effort. The whites of his eyes showing starkly, staring down at her. Betty's body was alive with sensation, radiating from her full sex. She didn't want it to end, didn't want the pleasure to leave her body, reveling in the sensations as the shaft penetrated her deeply.

But just like Slave Jim, the new man didn't last very long either. His expression changed, his body tightened and his shaft enlarged, convulsing and spewing his seed into her body. He let out a animalistic roar, squeezed her breasts harder still and slammed as deep as he could, sending his load further into her.

When he was finished he pulled out and stood up to stand next to Jim. Rachel's heart was still racing, the pleasure still enveloping her but easing down now, to reveal soreness. She was going to ache after this for sure. Turning her head she saw Betty, on her back, her legs up and over her head, being slammed hard and fast by another slave she didn't know. As her body calmed she continued to watch and listen to Betty moan, and the slapping of the man's body on to hers. None of these slaves had held anything back. Rachel realized they had no feelings for either woman; they were purely animals and acting thusly, using the women to feed their lust. 

The grunts and moans went on for another minute until he too climaxed inside Betty's body, leaving her dirty, her sex gushing with semen and breathing heavily. All four slaves backed away from the girls. Rachel sat up and crawled over to Betty who was still shaking from the aftermath of her climax. Rachel got her attention and Betty looked up into the faces of the slaves.

"See, we told you we'd be agreeable. Now if'in you let us go we'll keep this to ourselves. Maybe even come back another day," Rachel began, smiling.

"I promise not to tell Mr. Harrison," Betty added.

The two girls watched the four big black men look at each other and then back to them. All their large cocks were flaccid now after cumming twice. Both women were nervous. There were no guarantees the men would let them go and trust them not to say anything. The four men walked to the door of the shack and opened it, leaving. They shut the door behind them and Betty and Rachel could hear them talking quietly outside, deciding the girls fate.

*****

Slave Jim trusted the girls, none of the others did. They wanted to get rid of them and hide the bodies in the swamp. After much discussion and Jim convincing the others that killing the girls would end up getting them killed for sure he talked them out of it. To do so he had to promise the men the girls would return and do this again soon. Also if they did end up telling the master, Jim would have to take the fall, which would undoubtedly get him lynched. Before he agreed he went in alone to talk to Miss Betty and Rachel

He told Betty what he promised the others and how he made the deal to save their lives, not hiding anything from them.

"Wasya think?" he asked, watching the two young women look at each other.

The made a decision without speaking, just with looks.

"We'll return, as often as smarts allow, Slave Jim. It'd be prudent to wait 'till father's not here, but as you know that's quite often," Betty said.

"Yesum, I reck'in that be'd best."

*****

Betty and Rachel watched him leave. A few minutes later he returned with the others. The girls were trying to clean themselves up and replace their night dresses but they were too dirty from the floor and four loads of black semen to put back on. Both of them looked up, using the dresses to cover their naked bodies like modesty mattered again. All the slaves were still naked and thankfully still soft. Both the girls were sore and feeling the effects of the poundings they had received. Slave Jim took up the conversation and made them all agree to the terms. The girls promised to return for more sex the next time Master Harrison was off plantation and the slaves agreed to let them go and say nothing.

Slowly Betty and Rachel waked past the naked men, hoping they would keep their word. Once outside the shack, sore or not, they both ran toward the house as fast as they could. Before entering they realized, by looking at each other, they were filthy and needed to wash up and get rid of the soiled night dresses they both held.

"Follow me," Betty said, heading toward the lake in the south east corner of the plantation.

The moon was full so they were able to walk quite easily to the edge of the lake. Together they walked hand and hand down into the cool water. They washed each other off, washed out their vaginas and got all the mud and hay off their backs. Using their feet they pushed their soiled dresses into the bottom of the lake to hide them. Together they held each other in the moon light and talked about what they had just done. By the time they were ready to head back to the house they were both worked up and excited for Betty's father to go out of town again.

*****

Ben and the other two tied Jim back to the post in the sweathouse, after he ate the food they brought him. All of them were looking forward to the Master's next trip as well. They could hardly wait to have the white girls again.



Plantation Days



Mary Sue Langley sat back in the carriage and admired the back and shoulders of the man driving her to the swap meet. He was lean and muscular and coal black, but the best parts about him were facing forward or were covered by his overalls. Toby had one of the biggest cocks her pussy had ever entertained, and she had turned him into an adept at eating her out before fucking. The former quality was given to him by God, but the latter had taken careful instruction, accompanied by judicious use of her riding crop. It had been worth it, though, because she had gotten him to the point where he was good at it and actually enjoyed the scent and flavor of her primary sex organ almost as much as she enjoyed having him lick her there. 

She thought fondly of the beginning of his lessons in pleasing her, which had started a year earlier. Mary Sue had returned from the swap meet with Toby, after choosing him when her turn arrived. She had given up Johnny, and had felt some nostalgia for his massive male equipment when she did so, but believed her new "houseboy" would be a more than adequate replacement. His erection, which she played with for over a minute before making her choice, had been hard as a brick and almost as big as Johnny's. Besides that, he was younger, just 18 years old, and stronger and likely to have more stamina than his predecessor. Much more important than either of those qualities, however, was the completely obedient and subservient look on his face and, from his first lesson in pleasing her, she was glad of her choice. 

After arriving home with him, she had ordered Toby to take a bath and come to her boudoir. He had provided sexual services to his previous owner, thought he knew what to expect, and was eager to obey. When he entered her personal and private chamber, she was sitting in her chair beside the bed, which she had already turned down. Once he was inside, her first order was to lock the door, and her second was for him to remove all his clothing. That part was simple for both of them. After he was naked, she walked around him carrying her riding crop, and he looked at it with some trepidation, even though he didn't think it would be put to use as long as he did what she wanted. 

He was right in that belief. Mary Sue didn't derive any particular enjoyment out of chastising a slave, and she didn't want to hurt him too badly, but she knew the "houseboys" were sometimes recalcitrant when told to do something new. The tool of discipline she preferred would sting, and sometimes inflict quite a bit of pain when swung hard enough, but would not leave scars. When her new chattel entered, his cock was soft from his nervousness, but it became almost fully erect when she fondled it, and Mary Sue knew it would feel marvelous when it was driving in and out of her pussy. 

That would be later, though. First, there was something special she wanted him to do, and she thought he might balk, which was where the riding crop would be useful. While Toby had been scrubbing his body, she had made her own preparations, namely removing all her undergarments, although she was wearing the same skirt and blouse she had worn to the swap meet. After inspecting her new boy, she briefly raised her skirt to show him her pussy before sitting down in the chair she preferred while receiving this particular sexual treat. It was a wing chair, made to her personal order, with a wide seat and extra padding there and in the arms. 

"Do you like what I have for you?" she asked the man standing in front of her. His huge black cock was sticking straight out in front of his naked body, so it was a rhetoric question. 

"Yes, Ma'am." 

"Do you know what I want you to do with it?" 

"Yes, Ma'am." He thought he did, and wanted to do it, but wondered why his new owner wasn't lying on the bed, especially since she had obviously prepared it in advance. 

Despite his assurance, it was obvious to Mary Sue that Toby really did not know what she wanted him to do. She spread her legs wider and raised her skirt completely above her waist, so she was sitting on her bare ass, with her pussy clearly displayed. 

"Kneel between my legs," she ordered. 

He complied, but did nothing more, and Mary Sue knew she would need to give him complete instructions. "Lick my sex," she ordered him. "And do it the way I tell you." 

Toby leaned in closer, but didn't do what she wanted. Her right arm swung her riding crop and it landed below his left shoulder with a loud "Smack." 

"Boy, you'd better learn to do what I tell you. Now, start licking my sex organ." The frightened young man still didn't act, and the next blow with the crop was on his side, and was much harder and louder and more painful than the first had been. 

Toby believed he had two choices. One was to stay there without moving, and have his upper body blistered by repeated blows of the weapon in his owner's hand. This would very likely be followed by a more serious whipping while suspended from a hook above a barn door somewhere on the plantation. The other was to do as he was told, no matter how alien it was to him. 

He was not a virgin, and hadn't been one when his previous owner had made him her personal sex servant, but neither she nor the slave girls he had fucked before had ever wanted him to do what this new and more imperious white woman did. He certainly would never have thought of it himself either. The woman didn't smell bad down there the way the slave girls had, but it still seemed not right to him. 

Another swat with the riding crop, this time in the middle of his back and harder and more painful than either of the first two, made up his mind for him. Gingerly, he leaned forward and started licking the white woman's pubic hair beside her pink slit. Her blonde bush was soft and downy and clean, and felt quite pleasant against his tongue, and he smelled a stronger aroma while he continued with the strange thing he had been ordered to do. 

As he breathed in her scent, he felt his cock becoming harder, which was also a new experience. A stiff cock was certainly not unusual for him, but that day in his new owner's chambers was the first time something he smelled had ever had that result. He liked what he was doing – the aroma and the texture and the other results the lady's pussy was having – and he moved his face in even closer and licked all the way to the end of one outer lip. That seemed to be some kind of stopping place, and he raised his face to hear her further orders. 

She smiled and gave them. "That's a good boy, Toby. Now lick up all the juices there and do the other side of my sex the same way." With things going the way she wanted, Mary Sue raised her legs and placed them across the young man's shoulders and slid forward in the chair, prepared to have her pussy thoroughly eaten for the first time since her youth. Johnnie had never been good at it, which was one of the reasons she had wanted to get rid of him. 

Toby raised his head just far enough to see the wetness on her pussy lips and the small trickle from the pink hole where he had expected to have his cock. Not wanting to be struck any more by the lady's riding crop, he leaned in more closely and tentatively applied his tongue to the tiny stream. The taste was like nothing he had ever known and, as he drew the drops of her juices over his taste buds, he realized they were delicious. Eagerly, Toby lapped up everything, including the sheen on the swollen lips. 

It felt good to Mary Sue, although the kneeling man was using too much force for her preference. "That's better, Toby" she told him. "But not so hard. Lick me gently and take your time." She didn't hit him with her disciplinary tool, but she did brush it across his side, just to let him know what would happen if he didn't continue to do exactly what he was told. 

Toby reacted, either in fear of the riding crop or because he wanted to please. Mary Sue didn't care which; she just enjoyed what he was doing, and sighed at the eager tongue of the young slave at her feet. Although he had little skill, he had enthusiasm, and she was certain he could be taught to eat her pussy with more finesse. 

"That's good, Toby," she encouraged his efforts. Keep licking me like that, but on the other side." 

This time, he did as he was told, and Mary Sue felt his tongue slowly working its way up her other outer lip until it reached her mons. It stopped there and, when she looked down to see why he had stopped, he looked back at her with a confused look on his face. 

"That was good, good, Toby. You did that just right. Now, lick all the fresh juice off my organ and keep doing the same thing with your tongue ." 

The young slave was quick to obey. The fresher juices the lady had produced smelled even better than the others had and, when he sluiced them up and into his mouth, they tasted better. When he had devoured them all, he started slowly licking the first outer lip again, once more stopping at her mons, before bringing his mouth back and devouring all the nectar that was dripping from the pink hole that was its source. By the time he finished licking up all the delicious juices, the lady's body was writhing under him and she was fucking up against his face. He knew from her movements, which he had seen his other owner doing while fucking, she was getting closer to an orgasm.

Mary Sue knew it too, and she knew how she wanted to cum. She reached down between her legs and spread her pussy lips. "Lick me between my fingers, Toby. Right where it's pink and wet." 

He was quick to do what she wanted. This was the most fun the young slave had ever had, even more than sex with his previous owner, mostly because he was sure the session with his mouth would be followed by burying his cock in the same place. Her juices seemed to get more delicious as he continued, and he pressed his face as tightly as he could into the place that was giving him and his mistress so much pleasure. He remembered that she wanted him to be gentle, but it was hard to refrain from licking harder when it was so delicious and fragrant. 

She knew it was time for her climax, so Mary Sue issued further orders. "See that pink thing at the top of the slit? That's my clit. Lick it and take it into your mouth and suck on it." 

Seconds later, she felt Toby's wet, pink giver of pleasure caressing the sweetest of her sweet spots. "Yes! Yes!" she cried out in joy. "Now, take it in your mouth and suck!" 

The woman under his face was thrashing about so strongly on her chair she would have fallen off, except for the padded arms. Toby was aware he was giving his owner a great time sexually, and he wanted to make it even better if he could. He was well aware he would need to do so in order to continue to service her, and failure would mean a life of picking cotton. As he sucked, he felt her swollen clit under his tongue, and realized he could make it even better for her if he licked while he sucked. 

"Oh! Oh!" Mary Sue warbled joyfully as she felt the young man's mouth on her clit. Seconds later, she cried out ecstatically that she was cumming.

Her thighs clamped on the sides of the head of the man who had brought her to that peak, and she buried her hands in his short, kinky hair to press his face against her pussy. Her ass bounced up and down on the cushioned chair, ramming herself against his face. Toby kept his mouth clamped on her clit and sucked and licked for as long as the lady was cumming. 

When she climaxed, all her muscles clenched and she jammed her pussy up against his face for an ultimate time. After her tremendous orgasm, Mary Sue completely relaxed in the chair, resembling a puddle of spilled milk. Toby knew she had climaxed, but he didn't know what would happen next, except that he did take advantage of the opportunity to devour all the delicious juices that had just been produced. 

Mary Sue Langley completely relaxed in her special chair for a few minutes, while her personal slave knelt in front of her waiting for further orders, and hoping she would want to fuck. He was 18 years old, and probably hornier than he had ever been in his life from the sight of the white pussy and the flavor and aroma of the juices he had just swallowed. For the time being, he just looked at her face, which was a mask of lustful joy, with her eyes closed and her lips parted in a grimace of extreme pleasure. 

When she opened her eyes, he looked down again, and Mary Sue was elated at this reflexive act of subservience. He had brought her to a great orgasm, and she expected another from his cock in her pussy, and many more over the next year, until the next swap meet. 

"That was great, Toby. I think you know what I want now, so let's get into the bed." 

"Yes, Ma'am." He was more than happy to do as she ordered, so he moved backward to allow her to get up. 

Mary Sue wasn't the least bit coy, and she believed modesty had no place during sex, even with a black slave. She got up from the chair, unbuttoned her skirt and let it fall to the floor, leaving her wearing only her long linen blouse. Seconds later, she was as naked as the man with her, and she lay on her back on the bed. Toby was sure he knew what she wanted, but he waited until she gave him definite orders. 

"Come here, Toby, and give me that big, black prick of yours." 

Her legs were spread wide and Mary Sue's head nestled in a pillow as she lay on her bed waiting for her orders to be followed. Knowing the young man was still rather lacking in experience, she reached between her legs and spread her pussy lips to make penetration easier. As he climbed onto the bed after her, Toby held his huge cock to keep it out of his way, and Mary Sue smiled as she gazed at it with lustful anticipation. 

He knelt between her legs and leaned forward, one hand wrapped around his shaft to guide it and the other arm supporting his weight. When Mary Sue felt the hard tip against her dripping pussy, she took over the process, holding it in her fingers to rub it in her wetness. With her lubricating juices spread evenly, the fingers of one hand guided Toby's cock to its target, which the other thumb and index finger were holding open. 

"Right there," she murmured to the man who was leaning above her with his hand on his cock. "Stick that big prick right in there." 

Once again, Toby did as ordered, thrusting forward so the head wedged into the hole being held open. When he saw his owner close her eyes and hear her draw her breath in between her teeth, he feared he may have hurt her and pulled it back out. 

"Did I hurt you, Ma'am," he asked her, fearing punishment and losing what he knew would be an easy job on the plantation. 

"No! No, it felt good. Stick it back in me, and give me all of it." 

Relieved, Toby drove his cock forward again and felt the head slide between the soft edges of the lady's pussy. Her reaction was the same, but he didn't let that deter him this time. Seconds later, he thrust forward again and felt the slippery sides of her tight channel start to massage his cock. Her pussy was tighter and felt hotter and better than any place it had ever been before. After driving forward the third time, enough of his shaft had been imbedded that he no longer needed to guide it, so he leaned forward over her and started to support his weight on both hands. 

To Mary Sue, the fucking she was starting to get was already some of the best of her life. Although Toby's cock had seemed slightly smaller in her hand than Johnnie's, it felt much bigger as it was burrowing into her pussy. She looked up at the man's dark, brawny chest, took hold of his muscular arms and spread her legs as far apart as she could. The next time she felt his cock surging into her, she hooked her ankles around his legs and pulled against his arms to slide forward and meet his thrust. With three more strokes, she felt his pubic hair mingling with her own blonde bush. 

"That's good, Toby. That feels really good. Now, let's just lie here and enjoy it for a minute before we get to some serious fucking." 

"Really good" was actually an understatement. The huge black cock that was cramming her pussy fuller than it had ever been before was sending waves of pleasure throbbing all throughout Mary Sue's body. It seemed to be reaching places that neither Johnnie nor any other man ever had. She was squirming under Toby, and every movement made it better. A minute later, she already was anticipating a monumental orgasm, and was ready to start going for it. 

"Okay, Toby. Really give it to me, but take it nice and slow." 

He was concerned the tightness and wetness and the internal movements of his owner's sex organ might be so good he would cum before she wanted him to. His previous mistress used to whip him if he ejaculated before she reached her orgasm, and Toby didn't want that to happen again. Slowly, he drew his cock back from of the soft channel that felt so good until just the head was still inside, paused briefly and drove it back into her. 

When Mary Sue felt the slave's cock plowing into her, she pulled against him with her hands and legs and met it. They came together wetly, and some of her plethora of juices spattered on both of them. She moaned from the exquisite pleasure and asked for more. 

"That was great, Toby. Just keep doing that." 

He did as he was told, but what he feared came to pass. Having his stiff cock fondled by her and smelling and tasting his owner's delectable pussy proved to be too much for his efforts to control his climax. After only a few dozen slow strokes, it rose up and overwhelmed him. Toby ejaculated a big burst of semen into the wet hole that had felt so great to him. It felt good to let it go, but he feared the dire consequences. 

Mary Sue saw the grimace of pleasure that flickered across the young man's face and she felt her pussy become suddenly even fuller and wetter. She knew what had just occurred. It was not the first time such a thing had happened to her, and she doubted it would be the last. She also knew better than to make an issue of it, because that would serve no good purpose. A man as young and horny as the one who had just cum into her pussy would be hard again within a few minutes, and they could resume. 

"That felt wonderful, Toby, when you squirted your juices into me," she soothed his fear and embarrassment. "Let's just lie here for a few minutes, until you're ready again. Here, you can play with these." She took hold of his wrists and moved his hands so they were covering her naked breasts. "Just don't squeeze them too hard." 

Toby had fondled breasts before, and some of them had been bigger and firmer and more enticing than those under his hands. However, he had never touched a white woman's breasts the way he was fondling those of his new owner. His previous mistress had never wanted him to do so, and he would never have had the temerity to suggest it. As he gently squeezed the soft globes, he felt his cock become rigid again inside the pussy he had just filled with semen. 

Mary Sue felt the same thing and she smiled up at the man above her. "That's better, Toby. You're a good boy. Now, let's start where we left off." 

Moving slowly again, Toby drew his massive cock back until just the tip was still inside the white woman's pussy, paused and drove it back into her. When she felt the huge organ surging into her, she pulled herself her stud, and their bodies came together with a satisfying wet sound. Their mixed juices spattered on both of them, and they both moaned from the intense pleasure. The next stroke by Toby was even better, and the one after that and all that followed were better yet. 

They fucked slowly for a long time, his cock squishing through their combined juices, and she felt a tremendous orgasm mounting. Her body rocked from side to side with every stroke, and her hips swiveled under Toby, thrusting her legs out past his hips. As they continued, her movements grew wilder, until she was thrashing under him, completely out of control.