In that year of eighteen thirty, Queens County, South Carolina had three hundred fourteen
free white males and females. It also boasted of over three thousand black slaves. Nobody
bothered to count the poor white trash in Queens County, not that there were that many.
Queens County had, without a doubt some of the finest plantations in the whole
southland. Fairfield was the best and finest plantation of the best and was owned by
Harlan Howard. He owned over three thousand acres of the most fertile ground in the state,
he owned over three hundred slaves and he had just married the prettiest girl in the
world. Not bad for a man who was only forty-four. He had been widowed five years earlier.
He had been married to Jane Goodson of the Sumter Goodson’s. One good thing everyone said
about Jane was she brought a damn fine dowry with her when she came to him.
Jane had run off while he was in Charleston buying more slaves. For a man of his
stature it took little effort to have the unfaithful bitch declared dead even though her
body was ever found. Nor would the body ever be found. It took Harlan and his overseer
five days to find her, and he had put her body into a deep hole and covered it up.
It was late May and Harlan Howard sat in a buggy and watched his hands work the soil
as they labored in the hot sun. He watched them for a long time feeling contented with
life. His mind drifted back to his first wife. That unsavory situation had almost been an
embarrassment to him, but he had been lucky. He and Oliver located her before she managed
to tell anyone anything about her short life as mistress of Fairfield. It had taken Harlan
many long hours of work to break her spirit and he thought he has succeeded. That had been
a mistake on his part, but he had corrected it. It served the snooty bitch right. She
resisted him and he couldn’t abide that. Damn woman had to learn who was the he-coon in
that patch of the woods. A woman has to know when a man wants some nookie, she better be
delivering some nookie. When he called Big Tom in to fuck her that first time, Jane had
screamed so loud it scared the field hands and they were half mile away in their quarters.
She hadn’t taken too kindly when he stripped her and beat the hell out of her either. He
grunted aloud remembering how she had squalled and jerked every time the lash hit her.
Hell, she wasn’t being hit very hard. Oliver Crookshank, his overseer, knew exactly how
hard to hit a person. Crookshank loved that part of his job. Harlan smiled as he
remembered the lashing Crookshank gave her. They had hung her naked and gave her a sound
thrashing. After the lashing Harlan invited some of his sturdiest field hand to enjoy her
white body after Oliver had sampled her backside. Then she ran away. At first Harlan
thought it had been the lashing that caused her to leave.
It was not the lashing she suffered that caused her to run. It was Big Tom who put
flight in her feet. Big Tom was another who loved his job, and it was his job to fuck
whoever Harlan told him to fuck. Big Tom had fathered half the children on the
plantation.
SECOND EXTRACT
“Take the dress off, Sally,” Sarah told the young girl. The three of them were in
her bedroom and the other house slaves had been dismissed. “Tom, take everything off and
stand right there.” She pointed using a short leather whip. “Everything Tom, quickly.” He
was still moving very slowly and Sarah went to stand directly in front of him. She had to
crane her neck to look up at him.
“Tom, don’t think for one minute that I won’t have you flogged. I’ll have the hide
from your back and ass if you don’t obey me. Get naked, now!”
“Yes ma’am,” he said hurrying to get his shirt and pants off. There wasn’t any doubt
that she meant it. He heard her gasp when she saw his cock and carefully hid the smile
that threatened to appear on his lips.
Sarah had indeed gasped. Tom was half again as big as Zeb had been. Tom was twice as
large as Harlan was and he wasn’t completely erect yet. Where Zeb’s thing had been a light
brown, Tom’s was as black as coal. Sarah had to make herself take her eyes from the man’s
massive cock.
“Sally come and kneel down in front of Tom,” Sarah directed. “Takes his cock in your
hand and stroke it.” She watched as the young coffee-colored girl did as she directed.
“No, not like that,” Sarah said. “Here, let me show you. Like this.” She took his now
stiffening cock in her small hand and pumped it gently a few times. She was aware that she
was breathing hard and she was also aware that she was wet. She reluctantly gave the cock
back to the kneeling girl. Sally slowly stroked Tom’s cock until it was stiff and jerking
as if it had taken on a life of its own.
“Put your mouth on it, Sally,” Sarah said in a strained voice. “Gently suck his
cock.” That was something that her former tutor had taught her; something he claimed he
had learned in a New Orleans whorehouse. Sarah had spent hours sucking the man. She even
learned to swallow his sperm without gagging.
Sarah watched the girl try to take Tom’s huge cock in her mouth. The girl was
straining to get her mouth open wide enough. “No, girl,” Sarah said pushing the girl away.
“Let me show you.” She knelt and took the massive weapon and put her mouth to it. It
didn’t occur to Sally to question the command. It was difficult to get the whole big ebony
rod in her mouth. She demonstrated to Sally how to lick and suck the tip and the sides of
the cock. While she administered to the cock she raised her eyes and saw the astonishment
on Tom’s black shiny face. She laughed realizing that no woman had ever sucked his cock
before.
She got to her feet and told the girl, “Suck it and stroke it until he shoots off in
your mouth. You be sure to swallow every drop if it, girl. I don’t want any on my carpet.”
She saw the confused expression on Tom’s face.
“The first load isn’t as powerful as the next ones,” she explained. “More baby
making stuff in the second and third. Just relax, Tom, and let her get you off.” Sara
wasn’t sure that she was right, but she thought it may be correct.
Watching the light skinned girl suck and stroke the big man’s black cock was making
Sarah highly aroused. Not that it ever took much to get her going. Sarah had a mild orgasm
when Tom came in Sally’s mouth. The young girl tried vainly to swallow the entire load,
but some dribbled out of her mouth and down across her small breasts.
Without thinking of what she was doing, Sarah scooped the sperm from the girl’s
breasts in her hand and tasted it. Sarah could see that Tom’s knees were quivering.
“Lay down on my bed, Tom,” she ordered. He was happy to get off his trembling legs.
“Get up there beside him, Sally. Kiss his lips, girl. Play with his cock until it’s hard
again.”
Sally was more than happy to comply. She lay beside the big man and did as her
mistress ordered. She was surprised when Sarah took her leg and lifted it. She was even
more surprised when Sarah put her fingers to that secret place between her legs. There was
a tingling there as the slightly older white woman toyed with the protruding bud at the
top of her coozy. Sally had played with it several times, but it was so very different
when someone else did it. While Sally kissed Toms mouth and stroked his growing cock she
came when Sarah, put two fingers deep in her pussy.
“Tom, mount Sally,” Sarah ordered, “Get on her and I’ll put you in her.” While his
mistress guided his rock-like cock Tom lowered himself onto the waiting girl. When he had
half of his cock in her, Sally begun to moan and then yell. Tom began to thrust in and out
of the helpless girl.
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