Chapter 1

 

Her new name was Glory Holmes. The golden haired beauty and her new husband arrived at his plantation, called Beech Grove, after a short honeymoon in Macon. The year was 1852. Glory had been widowed at eighteen when her husband was struck by lightning. She had only been married seven months. Now she was married to Albert Holmes a man more than twice her age. Everyone said she was lucky to have Mister Holmes as a husband and provider. It was widely reported that he was the second richest man in Bragg County and maybe even the whole state of Georgia.

Glory admitted to herself that the house her new husband took her to was great. It was a three story mansion with fourteen house servants. Albert Holmes had spared no expense furnishing the big house. Glory also admitted to herself that she should be grateful that Mister Holmes didn't mind that she had been married before. But there was a fly in the ointment. Mister Holmes was a drunkard. From the moment they said, "I do" Albert Holmes was drunk and he stayed that way during the honeymoon and the trip to his fine home at Beech Grove.

Glory had grown use to providing her first husband, Ronald, with physical love. A lot of physical love. Ronald had deflowered her and had been so loving and so gently with her. For most of the seven months of their marriage there was seldom a day went by that they didn't share each other's body. Only when nature intervened did they abstain. So far all Mister Holmes had done was look at her.

In the hotel in Macon he asked her, demanded actually, that she remove all of her clothing and parade around the room while he sat, drank, and watched. Glory was hopeful that her performance would stimulate him into some action, and did as he ordered, but went to bed frustrated anyway.

They had been home for a week and he still hadn't touched her. Glory was, as her Ronald often put it, in heat. She needed the touch of a man. She wanted to be taken to bed and made love to. The lack of intimacy was making her cross. She yelled at the house slaves and anyone else that got close enough. She was so angry, she called her husband a drunkard and said that he wasn't a man. Albert stormed out of the house that afternoon and didn't return until nearly dark. He brought one of his slaves with him, a big brute named Jim.

Glory was lying on her bed with a wet cool cloth over her eyes when Albert and Jim came into her room.

"How dare you to storm into my chambers," she yelled loudly. "What is that man doing in my room, sir?"

"He's here to fuck you," Albert said slurring the words. "Apparently you have a need and Jim will fulfill that need. He very good, you know. He's been my stud black for over three years. He's fathered over a dozen children for me. You need to remove your dress, my dear."

"I will do no such thing!" Glory said jumping off of the bed. "Get out!"

"Show Miss Glory what you're going to fuck her with, Jim," Albert said calmly. He moved a chair to block the door and sat down, producing his ever present flask.

Jim slipped off the suspenders that help up his pants and let them fall to the floor. In spite of herself Glory looked at the man and saw that he had a long ebony black penis. Her eyes widened at the sight of the huge thing. It was larger by far then Ronald's had been.

"I told you to remove the dress," Albert said. "Do so, or Jim will remove it for you."

"Are you mad, sir?" she asked a quiver in her voice. "This is wrong. I will not remove my clothing where a slave could see me." She spoke to her husband but her eyes were on the giant protrusion sticking out from Jim's midsection. The black man was holding it up, pointing it at her and smiling.

"Jim, please help my wife disrobe." Albert said his words slurred.

The big black took two long paces and grabbed the neckline of her dress ripping it down the front and pulling Glory off balance. The big man steadied her and finished ripping her clothing from her small white body.

"I shall report you to the sheriff!" Glory screamed at Albert while trying to cover her breasts and her pubic area. "You both shall be hanged!"

"Report and be damned," Albert said, show some emotion for the first time. "You want a cock and by God, woman you will have one. Fuck Miss Holmes, Jim, and I mean fuck her good. Fuck the bitch the rest of the night if you're a-mind to."

Glory tried to dodge the black man, but he was much too swift for her. He grabbed her hair and threw her back onto the bed and covered her small white body with his, penning her to the bed.

"You're mine," the black man said softly uttering the first words she heard him say. "You can fight me if'n that's what you want, but I'm still goina fuck you, Missy."

He moved off of her enough to get his large fingers to her pussy. Still smiling down at her he wet his middle finger with his pink tongue and wiggled it around her slit. She was as dry as a bone, but after a few more applications of spit he managed to work the finger into her hot cunt.

"They will hang you from a tree, you black bastard," Glory hissed.

"May be," Jim acknowledged. "You still will be fucked. Can you feel my cock on your leg? Goina be in your pussy for long." He continued to work his finger in her tight hot hole. After a few minutes he could feel her struggling diminish until she stopped struggling all together. He smiled at her when he felt her natural lubrication start.

Jim had busted many a girl's maidenhood in his years. He knew that all it took was a bit of time and the job wasn't work but pure pleasure for everybody. While his finger worked in the woman's pussy his thumb found her nub and he rubbed it vigorously. His experience had taught him that it was the secret to it all. His effort was rewarded by a soft moan from the pinned woman.

Jim lowered his head and took her small nipple into his mouth and sucked it hard. He alternated between her nipples until they both were shiny with his saliva and standing stiff. Her nipples were standing up boldly and her breathing had become labored.

Glory's pussy was now sopping wet and she unconsciously spread her legs to give his finger better access to her. She closed her eyes and sighed. Jim, expert in such matters, knew the time was right. He slowly, so as not to startle her, shifted his position and moved between her legs. With his finger still in her, he scooted down and put his lips on the woman's cunt. This was a trick an old woman taught him when he was still a boy. Over the years he learned that by licking a woman he could do anything to her without much resistance.

Glory's eyes flew open when his lips made contact with her clitoris and when he sucked the rigid nub into his mouth she made a gurgling sound. A few moments later she groaned loudly as a climax came to her. Glory wasn't even aware that her hand had found its way to his wooly head or that she was caressing her nipple with the other one. Her hand on Jim's head was pushing his face down into her crotch. This type of sex play was new to her, but she liked it a lot.

The black man judged she was ready and he lifted his wet face from her womanhood and repositioned himself closer. He saw that both hands were now on her nipples and she was pulling at them hard. He put the tip of his big black cock to her pussy lips and paused a moment. He wiggled his pole up her slit and back down causing her to quiver and groan. He pushed the tip into her opening and paused again, watching her closely. He only had half an inch in her and her hips were beginning to jerk. Glory was making slight hunching motions.

"You want more?" Jim asked softly. Glory didn't answer, but she made a motion with her hands to come on. "No, Miz Glory," Jim said. "You got to tell me what you want me to do." He eased another half inch into her. She hunched her hips upward.

"Yeah, I know you want Jim's black cock in your little white pussy, but you got to say it. Tell Jim what you want. Say, fuck my white pussy with your big ol' black cock, Jim." Glory made another hunching movement and moaned loudly as he pushed another inch of his ebony meat into her. The two or so inches he had in her was driving her mad with desire. "Got to say it," Jim whispered in her ear, shoving another inch in her. "Say fuck my white pussy with your black cock." He withdrew all but the very tip from her.

"Fuck...fuck..." she whimpered softly and breathing hard.

"Say it, Glory," he whispered. "Tell ol' Jim what you want him to do to you."

"Fuck me, Jim!" she said loudly. "Stick your black cock in my white pussy and fuck me, damn you to hell!"

Jim was tempted to ram all of his mighty cock in her, but he didn't. He restrained himself. No need to mess the poor white bitch up. He would have many days to enjoy her. He eased about five inches of black snake into her and she began to buck hard against him. He was content to let her set the pace. Each time she raised up another bit of his hard black cock went into her hot wet white cunt. When she had reached the maximum depth there was still nearly two inches of his cock left outside. Her hands were on his hips pulling urgently at him and he shoved the rest of his cock into her pussy.

Glory had never felt so full or so lust-filled. She had a massive orgasm followed by another one and the big black wasn't even moving. That didn't last very long for soon he started thrusting in and out of her. That brought another burst of movement from her. They quickly got into a rhythm and she was yelling incoherently.

Jim didn't have to understand the words she said. He knew exactly what she wanted and desperately needed from him. He used his big hard black cock like a weapon and assaulted her white pussy as if he wanted to destroy it.

After thirty minutes of constant hard fucking he emptied his giant black balls with a torrent of sperm. Glory was beyond sounds except for a soft mewing. When he erupted in her she climaxed again and lay still, relishing the feel of his black cock in her white, sloppy pussy.

Jim rolled off of the tiny white woman. His soften cock came out of her with a plopping sound followed by a gush of baby making juice. They both lay still for nearly five minutes as they tried to regain control of their breathing. Both black man and white woman were drenched with sweat.

Glory raised her head and took the pillowcase from the pillow and used it to wipe the sweat from her, and then from Jim. His giant cock lay on his stomach, resting from its labor. She continued to gaze at his manhood while wiping some of the sperm from her dripping pussy. Nothing in her short life had prepared her for the mixed feeling she was experiencing at that moment. She had never felt such passion or such loathing. Loathing for her drunken husband, the big black salve and for herself. She raised her head higher and looked at her husband. Albert sat in the chair, his chin resting on his chest and snored softly. The drunk hadn't even managed to stay awake to witness all of her debasement.

Glory looked back at the resting cock on Jim's stomach. It was shiny black from their combined juices. Without thinking about it she reached for the big black cock. Her very limited experience taught her that it was over for the night. Her Ronald had been good for one time only and she was surprised when the cock jerked in her small hand. She raised up higher on one elbow and stroked the beautiful big cock a couple of times. The monstrous thing twitched and begun to stiffen and she stroked it a few more times and it got even harder.

"If'n you kiss it, it will get as hard as it was," Jim said lazily.

"I couldn't do that!" she protested. "That's wrong."

"Course you can," he said. "Did you like it when I licked your pussy? 'Course you did. I'll like it if'n you lick me. Go ahead and lick me, Glory." His massive hand found her head and he pulled her toward his cock

She glanced at Albert who still snored away in a drunken stupor. Slowly, hesitantly, she allowed Jim to lower her head and she gave the big cock a quick lick across the tip. She discovered it didn't taste bad at all. She did it again taking a longer time to lick it. Finally she took as much of his cock in her mouth as she could. Her effort was rewarded by Jim's moaning. She bobbed her head a couple of times and the big cock swelled to full hardness.

"You goina have to stop that now," Jim said in a husky voice. "Else I'll shoot off in your mouth and you'll have to start all over again. Get on top of me," he urged.

"Me? On top?" she asked. "Can I do that?"

"'Course you can. Get up over me and put my black cock right in your white pussy. This time you can do all the work. Ride my pony, Glory. Fuck yourself on my cock."

Glory was pleasantly surprised that she could do it that way. She had never done it with her husband. Ronald had only done her with him on top. She eased down on his cock until it was fully in her and then she rose up and slid back down on it. She looked down at where they were joined together and climaxed when she saw his beautiful black cock in her white pussy. It was the most wonderful sight she had ever seen in her young life. Glory was positive that this was not a onetime deal. She would have more of his black cock in her white pussy. She was sure it was just the beginning.