Plantation Living

Chapter 4

The sun came up the next morning long before I wanted. I couldn’t keep my eyes open at breakfast. This was something my father noticed several times. I told him that I hadn’t slept well and that I would like it if he would allow Sarah to spend the day with me. I told him I had many things to do and that I wanted to go into town. He knew how much I cared for Sarah and, even though he didn’t like it, agreed to my request.

I quickly got myself ready after finishing breakfast. I found Sarah and told her to come with me. Several of the stable boys had a horse and buggy waiting for us. The story I told my father, of course, was total bullshit. All I wanted was to find a nice, quite, cool place where Sarah and I could talk. I had a favorite place down by the ocean. There was a nice place with several trees for shade, a continuous breeze, and beautiful scenery. I had also had the kitchen staff to pack us a nice picnic lunch. We were set for a long day of talking.

We talked about everything that had happened the night before. I asked her how many times she had been visited like last night. Sarah said that it start right after I got married and moved away. She said it started slowly, only one or two men every other evening. She said that the men hadn’t enjoyed being with her because she cried the whole time. Sarah said that she was not a virgin but these men were bigger, much bigger. I asked her if my father had ever fucked her. She said that he was the first and that one of his white slave handlers had raped her, a while later, when she took them lunch.

Sarah said that she was always afraid because that she didn’t want a baby. Sarah was my age and I know that having a baby would scare the hell out of me. I told her that last night didn’t sound like someone who was scared. I asked when being scared changed and what happened. Sarah was quite for a while, looking for the right words to say.

She said that one night one of the older black men came to visit her. Unlike the others, he took some time to talk to me. She said that he wasn’t mean, but he told her the truth. The white men controlled her fate and if they wanted her pregnant then she would soon be. He said that the only thing that they couldn’t control was how much, or little, she enjoyed the sex.

She said that he was right about the sex. Sarah said that she would lose herself in the sex. She said she loved the cocks and how full they made her feel. She said that as soon as the men saw that she wasn’t crying anymore more of them came to visit her. She said that last night was how she spent three night’s a week. On the other nights the men would visit a number of other slave women who were also being bred.

Sarah said that she still didn’t want a baby, but she couldn’t wait to her next breeding. I was almost envious of her. I had had lots of sex with my husband, but I never got the pleasure that Sarah had gotten last night. I told her that I wished I would get luck enough to meet someone that could provide such pleasure for me. I wanted it so.

Sarah just sat there with the biggest shit eating grin I had ever seen. She said that all I had to do was to trade places with her tomorrow night. She said that the men, my father, or anyone else would ever know the difference. I was scared, tempted, but scared. I told her that I would think about it. The truth was I wanted the sex very much. What I was afraid of was those giant cocks. I was sure that they would ripe up open and that the slave would know it was me.

We spent the rest of the day talking and enjoying ourselves. Sarah didn’t get many days like this, so I wanted to make sure she enjoyed herself. We got back to the main house an hour or so before dinner. Sarah thanked me for the day and I told her that I would consider her offer. Even though I was scared, all that talk about sex and fucking made me so horny I could stand it. I played with myself before dinner, after dinner, and when I went to bed. I didn’t sleep well either. When I did sleep I would dream about one of our big black hung slaves climbing into bed with me and fucking the hell out of me. I woke up hornier than when I went to bed. I needed to find Sarah.

Chapter 5

I found Sarah in the kitchen doing dishes. I guess I missed breakfast because I was too busy cramming my fingers into my pussy. I was lost in my passion. All I said to her was “set it up!” Sarah died laughing.

Right before lunch Sarah walked out back where I was reading a book and said “see you tonight”. That was all she said. My pussy got wet at hearing those three words. What the hell was happening to me? I was about to break the worst possible rule of the south and I didn’t give a damn. A black man/men, were about to stick big, long, hard cocks inside me and I couldn’t wait.

Time passed faster than I could ever remember. Before I knew it I was in Sarah’s bed, naked, and waiting for my first visitor. Sarah was hiding in the same corner I had two nights ago. Every started out just like the other night. There was a knock at the door, a man let himself in, stripped himself naked, and climbed on the bed. It wasn’t until that moment that I realized just how big this black man was and his cock matched. How the hell was that going to fit in my pussy? And the other night the men just crammed it in. That would kill me. What was I going to do?

I was trapped. I couldn’t get up and leave. I couldn’t say anything or even scream or the men would know that they weren’t fucking Sarah. Turns out it was a good thing my mind was obsessing about this situation because I didn’t notice when the first slave lined his cock up and rammed it home.

I had never felt anything like that before and hoped to never again. Later that night I would be singing a different tune. His cock hit places inside me never touched before. He seemed to notice that there was a difference and slowed down, thank god. To my surprise the pain calmed down as my pussy became accustomed to that giant cock. I heard the man say something like “you sure are tight tonight”. With that he sped up and in no time he was grunting and shooting a huge load of cum inside me.

I hardly had time to calm down and get my breath back from black man number one when black man number two came in. In no time my pussy was full again. This man wasn’t quite as big and it felt really good. I soon found myself matching his thrusts with ones of my own. I moaned and begged him to fuck me harder. I soon felt the beginnings of an orgasm, but this was different. I knew what it felt like to make myself cum using my fingers, but this was something else. This was more powerful.

Sarah had told me not to make any sounds or the men would know that they weren’t fucking her. I just couldn’t control myself and my excitement must have had an effect on the owner of the black cock ramming into my pussy. He started grunting and his strokes grow longer and harder. Soon I felt my pussy being filled again with more cum than my pussy could hold. Each thrust caused cum to be forced from my pussy. It ran down the outside of my pussy lips and down to the crack of my ass. The bed sheets were totally wet and I had had only two visitors.

As I caught my breath I heard some conversation outside Sarah’s door. Soon the third black man was between my legs. This man was huge and, unlike the last two, he took his time working his cock into my pussy. Unlike the other two men, this slave talked to me. He told me what he was doing and what he was going to do. As soon as he felt my pussy could handle his cock he started to pound away. It was about this time that I heard him say something that made my blood run cold. He said that I had a tight pussy and that he had never had a white girl before.

I said “WHAT” about the same time that Sarah did. The man never stopped fucking me. He didn’t last long and pulled out of me as if he was in a hurry. Could it have been because I was so tight, or because he was so big, or because he knew he was fucked when he let us know that I was not Sarah? Either way, I was totally screwed. Sarah jumped the man as soon as he got off of me. She wanted to know what he knew. The man calmed Sarah down and told her that the first man noticed the difference and knew something was up. He relayed this to the second man. The noises I made, the differences between Sarah and myself, or maybe he saw Sarah in the corner. The second man knew I wasn’t Sarah and told this man that he thought I was in the bed instead of Sarah.

I was surprised that they would talk so openly about this considering what would happen if they got caught. Either way he said that there were four more black men outside wanting some white pussy. I was so scared. But Sarah took charge and told me to get back in the bed. She said that while I took care of the next man she would talk to the rest. She wanted to make sure that they kept their mouths shut or we all were dead. I have no idea why I did as Sarah said, but I did.

Sarah left the room with man number three. A second or two later another man entered the room. I did nothing as he undressed and climbed onto the bed. This wasn’t fun any more but I was too scared to run away. That would cause a scene and attention is the one thing nobody wanted right now. So I tried to pay attention to what I was doing. The black man was very big and I thought he might crush me. But he didn’t. He moved my legs over his shoulders and propped himself up with his arms. He stuck his cock into my pussy and started working it in and out.

All I wanted was for this night to be over. I had been fucked like I had never been before. I had had an orgasm. It had been great. But now I just wanted it to be finished. That is what my mind said, but my body had other ideas. I heard myself moan and felt my body move. Being in this position allowed the black man to go deeper and to drive his cock in harder than any of the others. I soon had another orgasm and it was ever stronger than the first. I couldn’t control myself anymore. I sound had another orgasm, then another, and another. I was in the middle of my latest orgasm when the black man exploded in my pussy.

Now every whiter person I had ever met always referred to the slaves as niggers. I had never used the word myself, until that very moment. I heard myself say “I love nigger cock. Fuck me damn it”. The man was a little shocked, and then laughed. He said that there were several other niggers outside that could help me with that. And help me they did. Four more men entered the room and took great pleasure in fucking the hell out of me. I had at least two orgasms per black cock. By the time the last man was done I didn’t care about anything else but being fucked by nigger cock. I still hated that word but those men seemed to find it funny hearing me say it.

Final

I could hardly walk the next day. I didn’t even know how I got back to my room. Sarah found me resting out by the oak tree in the afternoon. She told me that she talked with everybody that visited us last night. Everybody promised to keep their mouths shut. They promised to not even say anything to the other slaves. I asked her how she pulled that off. She said that it was simple. Sarah said that if word got out that she would tell everybody that I was gang raped. Most white men would jump at the chance to believe that story. Hanging niggers was a fun thing for white men to do on a boring Saturday afternoon. They got the point.

Then Sarah smiled and said that she also told them that if they spoiled things by shooting off their mouths that there might not ever be a repeat of last night. I was shocked that she even considered repeating last night again and I told her so. She asked me if I had any male suitors calling on me. She asked me if I had ever seen or heard of a white man with a cock as big as what I got last night. She asked me if I know any respectable white women who get fucked seven times in a night. The answer to all of her questions was NO.

I told Sarah that I would think about it but that I was so confused. It had been the best sex ever. But everything I had ever been taught said that this was wrong. Only whores acted like I had last night, at least publicly. I had so much to lose.

After a few weeks I came up with an idea that could keep my reputation safe and allow for some night time fun. I told my father that I was too old to be living at home. I told him that I wanted to move into the cottage down by the lake. I told him that I would be safe because I wanted some of the slaves to work for me. They could take care of my needs and stand guard at night. I also said that I was close enough to home that I could visit whenever I wanted. I was surprised when he agreed.

I had Sarah and most of the men that fucked me that night moved into my care. As soon as everything was set up the fun began. Each night one slave stood guard, to make sure that no whites were around and watching. The others would visit either Sarah or myself each night. I spent most nights with a huge black cock in my pussy. Sarah even taught me how to suck cock. I was never as good at it as she was but it did make things more interesting. While one black stud would be pounding away at my pussy I would use my mouth to get the next one ready to fuck me. Ever so often a black man would get too excited and cum in my mouth. It took some getting used to it but I soon found that I enjoyed the taste of cum.

Over the years I had a few white suitors. I even let a few of them fuck me, which was not normal for a good white woman to do. But nobody ever offered to marry me. If they had my night fun would have to end. Needless to say I wasn’t disappointed at not having a husband. I had something better. I had tons and tons of orgasms and lots of huge nigger dick. What else could a southern bell ever need?