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Plantation Livivng

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Plantation Living

Chapter 1

          There’s no way to fully describe the magnificence of my family home.  The house was over a hundred years old and was huge.  To this day I still don’t know how many rooms there were.  The house was always full of people, music, wonderful foods, and lots of other beautiful things.  I remember the trees, the honeysuckle, and the creek where I went swimming on hot days.  It truly was a wonderful life, if you were white. 

          South Carolina was the heart of soul of southern living before the Civil War.  If you were white and had money there wasn’t anything better than plantation living.  We had beautiful horses to ride, the ocean was close by, and dresses of every color or style you could think of.  The only thing that could have made life better would be would have been to have my mother with me.  She died giving birth to me.

          My father was a wonderful man.  He made sure that I had almost everything I needed or wanted.  When I was very young his love was all I needed or wanted.  He loved me and took good care of me.  But as I grew older my view of him changed.  I found out what a slave was and that we had many.  It disturbed me greatly that the people that took care of me and my home were considered property.  As I grew up I learned to love most of the house staff.  Since my father was a very busy man and traveled a lot the house staff was responsible for raising me.  I had governesses from time to time, but daddy, soon or later, would try to bed them and they would leave.

          The cook was a wonderful fat old black woman.  She made special dishes for me for when daddy wasn’t looking.  She treated me like I was her daughter and I loved her for it.  She had a daughter about my age and we spent almost all our time together, whenever daddy wasn’t home.  We were the best of friends.  My father hated it.  He made sure that I was taught the difference between black people, slaves, and us.  I was taught that we superior and that black’s weren’t worth much except for brute labor.  I was allowed to play with Sarah only when we were alone, no guest or visitors.  If any other white people were around I was supposed to treat the slaves like trash.  I hated doing it but it was the only way that daddy would allow me to play with Sarah.

          Whites are supposed to better than blacks, so socializing was forbidden.  Treating a black person kindly or have a relationship (sex) with them would earn you the label of NIGGER LOVER.  Life was pure hell for anyone earning that kind of label.  I’ve seen best friends turn on each other, offenders beaten, and even killed because of stuff like this.  Don’t ask what would happen to the slave.

          Those were the daytime rules and they were followed to the letter.  What happens at night and in private was a completely different matter.  More than one white slave owner would slip into the bed of one of his black women slaves.  This included my father.  Without my mother around the only sex he got was from some of the slave women that worked in the house.  The women couldn’t complain or do anything about it.  Punishment for slaves was plain awful.  I never really noticed anything when I was younger.  But as I got older I started seeing things I wished I hadn’t.  More than once I walked into I room only to find my father getting a blow job from one of the black women.  I also heard moans coming from his room at night.

          A white man having sex with a black women was overlooked by the locals as long as it wasn’t made public.  After all, Thomas Jefferson had a black mistress.  However, a white woman having sex with a black man was treated very seriously.  Just the idea of it drove most white men crazy.  Punishment for such things were unbelievable.  I remember one time a husband found out his wife was fucking several of his black slaves.  He tried to claim that she was raped but the truth came out.  She was paraded in front of the town where her husband beat her with a bull whip.  The other women shaved her head and she was forced to leave town with nothing but the clothes on her back.  They hung her black lovers. 

          Another rule for plantation living was that fathers arranged dates and marriages for their daughters.  Most of the time it was a business deal, plain and simple.  By the time I was 14, daddy was already looking for me a husband.  Thank god I had Sarah to talk to.  We couldn’t have been closer.  Even with the rules working against us, we found time to do things and go places.  I loved living on the plantation but hated all of the double standard rules.

Chapter 2

          Everything changed on my 15th birthday.  A huge party was planned and my father kept hinting that he had a very special surprise for me.  I couldn’t wait for the party.  Sarah had told me that she had a surprise for me too.  I knew she couldn’t come to the party, so I went looking for her before the guests started to arrive.  I couldn’t find her anywhere.  I stopped by my father study to see if he knew where Sarah was.  I opened the door slowly because I heard noises that usually meant my father was getting a blow job.  I had spied on him a few times.  My guess was right.  He had his hands around someone’s head while he fucked her face.  I couldn’t see who it was at first but was horrified when I found out it was Sarah.  My father was ramming his cock all the way down her throat.  It most not have been the first time he had done this to her because she didn’t have any trouble with having her throat fucked.  I hated him for it, but I couldn’t stop watching.  I knew when he was about to cum by the noises he was making.  He told her to swallow all of it or she would be punished.  Swallow it she did.

          The birthday party started right on time.  There were lots of people and tons of presents.  The food was better than ever and the entertainment kept everyone happy.  It was a wonderful night.  But I couldn’t get the vision of Sarah’s lips wrapped around my father’s cock.  I still could see her throat bulge as my father’s cock shot off.

          Near the end of the evening my father gathered everyone around us.  He wanted to give me my surprise and he wanted to do it in front of everyone.  He had me close my eyes and I felt someone holding my hands in a very caring way.  When I opened my eyes I was looking into the face of a young man a little older than myself.  He was introduced to me as Josh and that my surprise was that Josh was to be my husband.  My father was so proud of himself. 

          I was in shock.  I knew this day was coming but I was shocked just the same.  I had no voice in the subject and the wedding date had already been agreed upon.  Josh’s family owned a fleet of ships and a partnership with my family would make both families very rich, or richer.  Just like I said, a business deal, plain and simple.

          A week later I was married and living in Josh’s family home in Charleston.  It was a nice place and they all treated me well.  Josh was a nice man and he was very happy with his side of the deal.  He thought I was beautiful.  But I missed my home.

          I was a virgin when I married Josh but he took care of that the second he got me alone.  I had seen my father getting blow jobs and I had seen animals having sex, so I had some kind of idea what I was in for.  I’d love to write more about my first time but there wasn’t much to say.  It hurt a little,  lasted only a few seconds, and it was over.

          Josh made it clear that he wanted a big family and he wanted to start right away.  What that really means is that he fucked me morning, , and night.  I’d like to say that I enjoyed the sex but it never lasted long enough.  Josh was only concerned with his own pleasure.  I didn’t complain because I didn’t know it could be any other way.  I just did what I was supposed to do.  

          This lifestyle lasted about six months.  Josh was getting upset with me because I still wasn’t pregnant.  He was such a child about the whole thing.  He acted as if I had control over the situation.  We saw a doctor but medicinal knowledge was very limited.  After all was said and done, the doctor blamed a horseback riding accident when I was 10 years old for my condition.  He said I would never be able to have children, but I thought he was a nut.  Josh didn’t.

          The marriage was annulled and I was sent home.  I thought my father would be upset with me also.  My “condition” had put a very important partnership in jeopardy.  However the partnership held because both sides were making enough money to overlook this situation.  Either way, I was happy to be home.

          I had only been gone six months but a lot of things had changed.  I had changed.  I was a woman now.  Sarah was different too.  She used to be happy to see me and we could talk about anything.  But something was happening to her and she didn’t want to talk about it.  I tried to leave things alone but I needed my best friend back.  I had a lot I needed to talk to her about and it was clear that she did too.  So I pressed the issue and made her talk to me.

          On most plantations the slaves are coupled together and forced to have children.  This arrangement formed families within the slave population.  Most slave owners saw this as a way to control the slave population without using force.  My father had other ideas.  He believed that a family would cause his slaves to want to escape.  He believed that the male slave was more valuable than to female and that he could get more out of his males if he used his females as enticements.  My father breeded the females like they were livestock.  Each woman would have several different males visit them at night.  With the lights out nobody knew who was having sex with whom.  Nobody knew who knocked up whom.  The females bred more slaves and the males had nothing else to do with it.  All they knew is that if they stayed out of trouble and they got their work done there was pussy tonight.  This was what was happening to Sarah.

Chapter 3

          When I finally got her talking about the situation I couldn’t get her to stop.  She was upset because she didn’t want to get pregnant.  I would have thought she would be upset about the sex and the way she was being treated.  Sarah said that the sex was great and she couldn’t wait for night time to come.  She said that each night she was visited by at least three different black men and they fuck the hell out of her.  She said the orgasms were better than she had been told they would be.  I didn’t know what an orgasm was, nobody had ever talked to me much about sex.

          I told Sarah about my situation.  She wanted to know if I had any feelings for Josh and the truth is, I didn’t really know.  She was surprised that I had never had an orgasm with all the sex I was having.  With the ice broken, we talked for hours.  We compared our lives and I found myself getting a little jealous every time she talked about her sex life.  I knew it was going to be very difficult finding a husband knowing that I couldn’t have children.  A white woman didn’t just fuck around either, unless she was a working whore or something.  So, finding someone to give me that missing orgasm wasn’t going to be easy.

          Sarah might have been a slave but she was very smart.  When I was younger I taught her how to read and write myself, against my father’s wishes.  She picked it up faster than I did.  She understood my situation very well and I could tell by the smirk on her face that she had a plan.  I didn’t have to push her too hard for her to tell me what she had in mind.  She could be quite clever when she wanted to be.

          She told me to come by here room, out behind the barn, before it got dark outside.  She said that I could take her place in her bed tonight.  Before I could object she pointed out that the room would be dark and nobody would know the difference.  I knew what the punishment would be if any of us got caught.  Sarah said that there was nothing to be afraid of and that she would be there, in a dark corner of the room.  When I told her I was too afraid to do anything like that she suggested that I come and hide in that same dark corner and watch and listen.  She said I could make up my mind about switching places later.

          I was curious and a little horny, so I told her I would be there right after supper.  With that Sarah had to go back to work.  I found things to keep me busy for the rest of the day, but I couldn’t take my mind off tonight.  My pussy was wet and I really could have used a husband right about now.  I kept asking myself if I could every let a slave, a black man, have sex with me.  Of all the white people I knew I was the most open minded.  I didn’t have a problem with the slaves and hated the way they were treated.  But I didn’t know if I could go as far as to have sex with a black man.  All I could do was take this one step at a time.

          I arrived at Sarah’s shack just before dark.  She took me inside and told me to hide in the corner.  She said that the only light in the room would be from the moonlight coming through the window.  As soon as everything was set Sarah blew out her lantern and climbed in the bed.  She was naked because she would have no need for clothes with what was about to happen to her.  I could tell that she was very excited.

          We only waited a few minutes when we heard a knock on the door.  Sarah said nothing.  The unseen visitor opened the door and let himself in and walked over to the bed.  He quickly got out of his clothes and started to climb onto the bed with Sarah.  For just a second I was able to see his naked body, mainly his cock.  I had never believed anything could be that big.  It pointed straight out from his body and was as big around as my wrist.  I couldn’t tell how long his cock was but I knew it was at least twice as big as my former husbands.

          He climbed onto the bed and right between Sarah’s legs.  I could tell by her moans when he found the entrance to her pussy.  She must have been doing this for some time now because the unknown black man drove his cock all the way home in one thrust.  He pounded away at her pussy as hard as he could.  There was no romance, tenderness, or love like my husband had shown me.  It was raw power.  All I could hear was the slapping noises of his body making contact with Sarah’s body.  Sarah was moaning like crazy.  This attack, sex, or whatever you want to call it, was driving her crazy.  She loved it, every minute of it.  She kept saying that she was cumming, over and over again.  This must have been what she called an orgasm.

          As quick as it started, it was over.  The black man grunted a few times, arched his back, and every muscle in his body tightened.  And then he was gone.  I thought it was over but I was wrong.  The door opened again and another man came into the room.  He also got undress and climbed between Sarah’s legs.  He also rammed his cock home.  He made more noises than the first man.  But everything else was the same.  He fucked the hell out of Sarah and she cam over and over again.  The second black man emptied his load of cum in her pussy.  Then he was gone.

          I wanted to get up and leave but a third man entered the room before I could get up.  I was forced to stay there, in the dark corner, and watch as three more men fucked Sarah.  I didn’t think anybody could enjoy anything as much as Sarah enjoyed her breeding.  When it was over I told her that we would talk tomorrow and left for my room.  I couldn’t sleep because I was so turned I.  I had never played with myself before but I did that night.  I think I might have had my first orgasm that night.  I slept well afterwards.

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?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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