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Fairfield Plantation

by shooter3704 (C)

Fairfield Plantation: Erotic fiction from the old South

Author's foreword: This isn't a nice story about nice people. It's taken 
from a dark period in our history when black men and women were treated as 
chattel. I certainly hope that no reader thinks there is any hint of pride 
in this story, for none is intended. It is intended only as an erotic yarn. 
I hope you enjoy it. Shooter

***

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 
best 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 ran 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. 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. ***

While his master watched the field hands work, Big Tom sat in the shade of a 
tree and watched the new Mistress of Fairfield water the flowers on the 
porch. She was Miss Sarah and she was young and sweet. Not more than 
eighteen years old, Tom judged. Just right, he thought.

Big Tom especially liked it when he got to fuck a virgin. He liked to hear 
them squeal when he stuck his cock in them for the first time. Every woman 
squealed every time he took them, but the first time was always the best. 
Big Tom was pure Mandingo and he had a tool that was nearly as big as a 
pony's cock. Mister Harlan often lent him out to other plantation owners. 
Not so much for the slaves, cause almost every plantation had a few stud 
bucks that could service the slave women. No, Big Tom was sent for the 
owners wives and a couple time their daughters. Getting to pleasuring a 
white woman was a special treat for the big brute.

When Mister Harlan told him to service Miss Jane, Tom thought he had died 
and gone to heaven. But Lordy that woman did carry on. The woman bled like a 
stuck hog the first time he fucked her. Bled a little the second time, but 
not much. Tom had opened her up right well. After that he was a good fit for 
his big weapon. She was beginning to feel pretty good and even seem to like 
it when Harlan gave her to Big Tom. Then she up and took off.

Big Tom shifted his position because he was getting hard remembering how 
Mister Harlan and Mister Oliver caught the woman and how he got to fuck her 
for the last time. He didn't know that Mister Harlan was going to kill his 
wife, but it wouldn't have made any difference. That was white folks 
business and none of his. Tom was still fucking the struggling white woman 
when Mister Harlan smothered her to death. ***

The young Mistress of Fairfield was well aware that the big nigger was 
watching her as she poured water on the porch flowers. Being looked at and 
being lusted after wasn't anything new to Sarah Butterfield Howard. She had 
been the object of men's attention since she was thirteen. It was also about 
that time she discovered that she could get men to do her biding by a 
discrete display of her ankle. She quickly discovered that a low cut dress 
could afford opportunities for her to bend carelessly and show a deep 
cleavage.

Between the age of fifteen and sixteen she found that she could get out of a 
lot of studying by allowing her tutor to touch her ample breasts. The tutor 
was a middle aged man who enjoyed fondling young girls and particularly Miss 
Sarah Butterfield. With many of his students he had to be very careful, but 
not so with Sarah. She was most cooperative even pulling her dress down and 
allowing him to suckle her. His was the first cock she had ever seen. She 
had learned to love playing with the teacher's cock until it squirted. Sarah 
liked it when the teacher put his finger in her. He called it her cozy and 
sometimes he called it her cunt or pussy. Sarah thought of it as her cunt. 
She liked how it sounded when she said it aloud. The teacher had plans to 
nail the young girl and would have if his horse had not stepped into a hole 
causing him to break his scrawny neck. Miss Sarah mourned for almost a whole 
day and then looked elsewhere for her pleasure.

She found it in the person of Zeb, her daddy's house boy. Zeb was actually 
Sarah's half brother due to the fact that her daddy had dallied with Zeb's 
mother. Her relationship to Zeb was, of course, unknown to Sarah.

Zeb accidentally found Sarah swimming nude in a remote pond on the 
plantation. Sarah pretended to be upset at Zeb seeing her naked. She 
threatened to have him beaten and sold if he told anyone her secret. It was 
on the grassy banks of the pond that Zeb broke through her maidenhead. All 
that summer, Zeb met Sara at their secret pond. At least three times a week 
they met and coupled. It was a learning process for both of the young 
people, and they truly enjoyed the lessons.

Zeb was the only reason that she had any reluctance about leaving her 
father's plantation to marry Mister Harlan Howard. She swallowed her 
disappointment that Harlan was a lackluster lover at best. Of course Sarah 
faked her loss of virginity and even showed some blood on the sheets. That 
was at the cost of one dead chicken. She sorely missed Zeb and wondered if 
she could talk Harlan into buying him from her father. It would be nice, she 
thought, to have a familiar face about. Not to mention, she thought, his 
wonderful hard tool. Still mindful of Big Tom watching her, she bent low to 
water a pot of flowers, giving the big fellow a look down the top of her 
dress. Eat your heart out, she thought.

Sarah looked up at the sound of wheels and hoof beats on the drive to the 
big house. It was Harlan returning from his inspection of the fields. Sarah 
order the house servants to start heating water because she knew that her 
new husband would want a bath to wash the dust from his body before he had 
his supper.

"So little one," Harlan said after a big meal. He and Sarah were sitting in 
the drawing room while Harlan enjoyed a glass of sherry. "Are you adjusting 
to life here at Fairfield?"

"Yes, thank you," Sarah answered. "Very nicely. The house servants seem nice 
and well trained."

"Yes, they are well trained. That was one thing my late wife could do well. 
She stayed on top of them as you will have to do. They will get lazy if you 
don't watch them. Oh, before I forget, I will leave tomorrow for Beaufort. I 
have an opportunity to purchase a pair of twins. They both are girls and 
have been trained as house servants. Mammy is getting old and she can't 
hardly get about. I thought it would be nice for you to have some young 
girls to help you with the house."

"Oh, how long will you be gone?"

"Two weeks should be long enough, I think. I'm taking Oliver Crookshank with 
me. Big Tom will be about to help you with the slaves. Nobody dares to give 
him any guff."

"I'm not sure I care for him," Sarah said. "He seems like an uppity nigra to 
me."

"Well, Tom does have his place. Being the farm stud gives him some status, I 
suppose. If he is disrespectful flog his ass like any other nigger." Sarah, 
having been born and raised on a working plantation, was well aware of the 
facts of life. Select breeding, was how plantation owners increased their 
stock without spending money to do so. It was a common practice to have a 
special stud on the place. Size and strength were desirable traits in the 
offspring.

Sarah was both excited and disappointed that her new husband was leaving so 
soon after the wedding. He wasn't a very good lover, but he was better than 
nothing. Sarah had become used to a regular sexing from Zeb and she would 
miss it while Harlan was traveling. Ah well, there was always that special 
wine bottle she kept near her bed. The one with the special long neck that 
fit in her just right.

The following morning just after daybreak Harlan and Crookshank departed 
Fairfield for Beaufort. She waved until they were out of sight then busied 
herself around the house. Later that afternoon, because of the heat, she 
took off all the petticoats and took a stroll around the plantation. Sarah 
was well aware that anyone with eyes could see through the thin dress. Let 
them look, she thought. As she approached a barn she was aware that Big Tom 
was following her at a distance. She stopped and turned back.

"Why are you following me, Tom?" she demanded.

"Massa Harlan asks me to keep my eyes on you, Miss," he replied.

"Then come closer so that I can ask you questions if I want," she snapped. 
She turned and walked on, aware that he hurried to get closer. As they 
toured the plantation she asked many questions about first one thing then 
another. Most of which she already knew the answer to. She was a little 
surprised that Tom knew the answers. She was also surprised that he spoke a 
better English than most slaves.

"Who lives here?" she asked looking at a row of shanties.

"Dis is where them girls live. You know, old enough to have a man, but 
untaken yet. Massa Harlan will pair some dem up soon I 'spect."

"Are any of them with child yet?" she inquired.

"Yea Ma'am," he said grinning. "Most of 'em are knocked up." A young girl of 
about fourteen poked her head out and smiled shyly at Tom and nodded her 
head at Sarah. "Dat's Sally," Tom said. "I'll be working on her tonight."

"Virgin?" Sarah asked.

"No Ma'am," Tom answered with a huge grin. "I done popped her a couple 
times. I'm thinkin' she ripe now."

"Fine," Sarah said. "Bring her to the house just after dark. You can breed 
her there." The command surprised Tom. No mistress had ever asked him to 
breed a slave in the big house. His confusion was plain for Sarah to see. 
"Make sure that both of you are clean," she said. "I will attend the 
breeding to see that it's done right. Just after dark, Tom, you hear me?"

"Yes Ma'am," he said, still confused. What did she mean she would attend? 
Did she think he didn't know how to top a woman? ***

"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 it's 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 
shock 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 Toms 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."

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 budding breasts.

Without thinking of what she was doing, Sarah scooped the sperm from the 
girls 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 cozy. 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.

"Slow down, Tom," Sarah ordered. She was hovering over the couple on her 
bed. "It's not a race. Go slower and take it a little easier." As the big 
man fucked the small girl, Sarah watched and gave instructions. Sally was 
having one big climax after another. For a few moments Sarah hated the girl 
for being the one to be getting all the pleasure. She wanted to rip her 
dressing gown off and shove the girl out of her way. She wanted to take that 
big cock in her own body.

Sarah kept the couple screwing for over an hour. After Tom had shot off in 
the girl, Sarah made him keep fucking until he came again. By the time Sarah 
let them quit, Sally was nearly passed out. Tom had to carry the naked girl 
out of the big house.

Sarah quickly removed her dressing gown and grabbed the wine bottle. She lay 
in the pool of come that had leaked out of Sally and used the bottle to 
bring herself to a climax. She had been totally unaware that Tom had 
returned to get his and Sally's clothing and watched as she used the bottle 
to fuck herself. Tom gathered up the scattered clothes and left before Sarah 
opened her eyes. He was ill equipped for the thinking he had to do.

For the next three nights Sarah had Tom bring a woman to the big house to 
service. On the forth afternoon Tom asked Sarah who he should bring.

"Nobody," Sara answered softly. "You come by yourself." She was tired of the 
wine bottle. The time had come to find out what Tom had learned about 
pleasing a woman. Tom wasn't overly surprised. He had been expecting it. ***

"Have you ever made love to a white woman before me?" She asked laying 
beside Big Tom.

"Yes'um," he said. That revelation didn't shock Sarah. She was well aware 
that it wasn't that uncommon for a white woman to take a black lover. She 
knew that her mother had because she caught her doing it with the black 
butler.

"Did you do it to Mister Harlan's other wife?" He nodded his head slowly. It 
went against his upbringing to talk about white folks business to anyone. 
"Did she like it?" Sarah asked. When he didn't answer she grabbed his balls 
and squeezed them hard enough to get his attention. "Answer me, Tom. Did she 
like it?"

"No," he said slowly. "Not so much. Massa Harlan and Mister Oliver had to 
hold her down for me." Sarah digested that bit of news. Her husband and his 
overseer had participated in the rape. "Every time," Tom added. "She weren't 
no big woman and I guess it hurt her at first."

"How many times did you do her?"

"I don't know for sure. Once a week or so, for a few months, I guess. Massa 
Harlan let Mister Oliver put his thing in her shithole once or twice. She 
really squalled at that." More interesting news.

"Did Mister Harlan ever do her butthole?" she asked.

"No, not that I know about. Mister Oliver likes to do the women like that."

"Do you?" she inquired.

"Don't know, ma'am," he answered. "Ain't ever did it that way." Sarah got 
off the bed, telling him to stay put. She slipped on a robe and left the 
room. She was back in a few minutes with a small pail of lard.


"I've never had a pecker in my butt, so it's time we found out what it's all 
about. Put some of this on me and some on you."

It took over ten minutes for Tom to get his big cock in Sarah's ass. When he 
finally got it in her she told him to reach around and play with her.

"Right there where I told you too," she said grunting with the size of his 
massive tool in her. "There, yes, right there, Tom." She said when he found 
her clitoris. "Oh God, you're splitting me open. No, don't take it out!" she 
said quickly when he tried to withdraw. "It's a good hurt. Fuck me Tom!"

When he was spent and she too tired to move, they lay together on her bed 
resting. Later when she dozed off Tom got up, dressed and left his sleeping 
mistress. He looked at her fondly before he left. He had never met any woman 
with such a lust for sex. He decided to never mention anything about him and 
his white mistress to anyone. Especially Massa Harlan. Maybe Massa Harlan 
would be all right with it, but he wasn't going to take any chances. If and 
when the Massa wanted him to take Miss Sarah, he would just act like it was 
the first time. He was pretty sure Miss Sarah wouldn't speak of it.

Sarah and Big Tom spent the next week playing their games. Sarah was pleased 
that Tom took her instructions well and that he have became a great and 
gentle lover. He was only rough and crude when she asked him to be. She 
wasn't looking forward to when Harlan came home. ***

"So Oliver, what do you think about that?" Harlan Howard asked his overseer. 
They were camped about ten miles from Fairfield. Buddy, Mammy's youngest 
son, had just left the campsite after giving them the news about Sarah and 
Big Tom. Mammy was old and she didn't get around very good any longer, but 
she had a network of spies that any government would envy. Mammy knew 
everything that went on in or near Fairfield, and she was totally loyal to 
Harlan. "Seems like Big Tom has been doing my homework while we've been 
gone." Oliver Crookshank nodded but didn't say anything. "Appears that sweet 
little Sarah likes the dark meat, don't it?" Again Crookshank nodded. 
"Reckon how I should handle it?"

"Don't rightly know," Crookshank said. "Whip that nigger's ass for one 
thing."

"Naw, can't blame Tom. In fact he's done and got Miss Sarah where we wanted 
her to be anyway. Damn sure ain't goin' be any yelling and screaming from 
Sarah like there was from Jane. No, I suspect that Tom has done me a big 
favor except he's probably been neglecting his chores in the hen house." 
That was what they called the quarters of the unwed women.

"I guess," Oliver said. "Only thing is, I liked breakin'em in. Who was that 
bitch before Miss Jane?"

"That was Audrey, my cousin from Macon," Harlan said. He smiled remembering 
the first time he gave Audrey to a black buck. It was before he got big Tom. 
Good ol' Audrey kicked and screamed that she'd have the law on him, but in 
the end she decided she like black cock. Couldn't get enough of it as a 
matter of fact. She was good for nearly two years before she got knocked up. 
Harlan sent her back to her home and her daddy sent her to England. Harlan 
wondered how she got along with a nigger's whelp in her.

"She sure turned out to be a good one," Oliver said. "Them ol' boys sure 
like to shell out the money didn't they? How much you reckon you made off 
her?"

"Couple thousand, I guess," Harlan said. He had discovered by accident that 
there were a lot of white men who would pay a lot of money to see a white 
woman get fucked by a big buck nigger. "That's what I planned on doin' with 
Jane until she went crazy on me. Stupid bitch," he added bitterly.

"Looks like you got you another slut," Oliver said. "This should be easy."

"That's my wife your speaking of," Harlan said with a grin. "Keep a civil 
tongue in your head when you refer to Missus Howard."

"Looks like we'll be takin' your wife on a few trips, don't it?" Oliver said 
with an evil laugh.

"I may show her at Fairfield before I take her out on the road, " Harlan 
said. "I figure we'll do Atlanta, Macon, and Birmingham and of course New 
Orleans. Always good money in Louisiana."

"I wonder if Miss Shelly still has that big dicked boy. What was his name?" 
Miss Shelly was a famous madam in Atlanta.

"Sam," Harlan said. "Boy, that sum bitch was hung wasn't he? Nearly a food 
long, I guess."

"I figure he's the one that planted that baby in Miss Audrey. He had it in 
her long enough. Deep enough, too, I reckon. Damn that bitch sure loved to 
fuck."

"Yeah, she sure did," Harlan said. "You liked her ass didn't you?"

"I sure did," Crookshank said with a cruel laugh. "Didn't take but a couple 
times before she would get down on her knees and bay like a dog for it. You 
reckon Miss Sarah will take it up her shitter?"

"I reckon she'll just have to learn, won't she?" Harlan Howard said. "I'm 
going to turn in. You leave them twins alone. I'm saving them for something 
special. You can lick around on them, but don't be fuckin' either of them, 
you hear?" Harlan knew that Crookshank would have both girls out of the 
wagon and naked in a short while. Ol' Oliver liked to lick pussies almost as 
well as he like to sodomize the ladies. Harlan had witnessed Oliver with one 
woman sitting on his dick and another sitting on his face many times. 
Crookshank was always good for a laugh. ***

"Course I done told," Mammy said. "I sent Buddy to tell Massa Harlan last 
night." The old woman was standing proud and defiant that she had told the 
master of the house about his young wife. She and Sarah were standing in the 
front lawn by the porch steps.

Sara wasn't too concerned that Harlan knew about her and Tom. With what Tom 
had told him, she knew that Harlan couldn't say much, if anything. She was 
angry at the old colored woman for telling her secrets. Nigger's had to 
learn to keep their mouths shut.

Sara sent one of the yard boys to fetch her horse. When the boy was back 
with the horse, Sarah mounted the animal sidesaddle and looked down at the 
old woman's contemptuous face.

"You really should learn to not tell my secrets," Sarah said. "Maybe this 
will help." She threw a noose around the old woman's head and tied the other 
end to her saddle. Sara pricked the horse with her spur and galloped off. 
Mammy was able to keep up a few steps before she fell and was dragged down 
the drive with most of the house and all of the yard slaves helplessly 
watching.

Sarah met Harlan three miles down the road. She was still dragging the 
lifeless body of the old slave behind her tired and lathered horse.

"What's that you're dragging?" Harlan asked when she came to a stop beside 
the wagon.

"Big mouth Mammy," Sarah answered throwing the rope down. "I thought you 
should see how I treat people who tell things they shouldn't tell."

"Yeah, I see your point," Harlan said with a wiry grin. "Oliver, get Mammy 
loaded. She's got kin that'll want a burial." He looked back at Sarah. "I'm 
not much afraid you'll drag me anywhere," he said calmly. "But just so you 
know, I do know how to keep a secret. We'll talk later, my dear. Maybe 
you'll show me some tricks you've learned while I was away."

"Certainly," Sarah said turning her horse around. "Nothing needs to happen 
to anybody else. I mean Big Tom, of course."

"As you wish," Harlan said still smiling at his wife. He thought she looked 
lovely in spite of the sweat on her red face. "Nothing at all will happen to 
Big Tom. He's much too valuable, anyway. Not like a wife that I can replace 
anytime I want."

Sarah road back to Fairfield, his warning still ringing in her ears. She 
realized that Harlan Howard could only be pushed so far. ***

"Aside from dragging one of my slaves to death," Harlan said. "Have you had 
a good day?"

"I had a good day with dragging Mammy," she replied curtly. Harland set in 
the big bath tub. A string of house slaves brought hot water and poured into 
the tub. They all cast fearful glances at Sarah. Word spread like wildfire 
from those that saw how Mammy had been treated. Every person on the 
plantation knew about it before an hour had passed. "What happens now?"

"I told Oliver and Big Tom to be here. You are going to show Oliver and I 
how you fuck a nigger."

"What if I refuse?" she asked calmly.

"Then I'll put a rope around your pretty neck and see how fast you can run 
behind a horse," he answered just as calmly. "I had a talk with Tom. He 
tells me that you have a few tricks up your sleeve. He told me that you can 
suck a man until he comes and swallow every drop of it. Don't look so 
surprised. Tom didn't volunteer anything. He took one look at Oliver and his 
whip and he became quite glib. In spite of his great size, Tom is deathly 
afraid of the whip. Oliver was very pleased to hear that you like a fucking 
up your ass. He's looking forward to having an opportunity to see how well 
you like it." Harlan stood up and two slave girls rinsed him off. "Come over 
here and show me that sucking trick of yours."

The two slave girls watched in amazement as the tiny white woman did as her 
husband ordered her to do. They both had their hands over their mouths as 
they watched the woman take the hard white cock into her mouth and suck it. 
When they were dismissed they ran as fast as they could back to the henhouse 
to tell the others what they had witnessed. Some of the girls who had been 
to the big house to be serviced had told them but none of the other girls 
would believe them. Now that two more told the same story, it had to be 
believed. ***

While Oliver Crookshank sodomized his beautiful wife, Harlan Howard watched 
while sitting in a chair by the bed, a deep grin on his face.

"By God, Mister Howard, she's a tight one," Oliver said momentarily halting 
his thrusting. "Gives as good as she gets, too. I think she likes it."

"Hard to believe that her little white ass has known Big Tom's big black 
prick isn't it?" Harlan replied. "Sarah, do you like being fucked in the 
ass?"

"Yes," Sarah answered in a strained voice. Crookshank's cock wasn't very 
thick, but it was long. Oliver Crookshank didn't appear to be in any hurry. 
While he pounded the young girl's ass, he held on to her dangling breasts, 
using them as handles.

Harlan glanced away from the assault on his wife at Big Tom who sat 
patiently waiting for his turn at the young mistress.

"Did you like her asshole, Tom?" Harlan asked.

"Yes'suh," Tom answered with a grin. 'But not as much as..." he paused. What 
had Miss Sarah called it? "Her cunt," Tom finished, happy that he remembered 
the word.

Harlan smiled. Cunt was a good word. Oliver grunted and empted his balls in 
the lovely woman's bowels. After resting a moment he took his softening cock 
out of her ass.

"That was mighty good ass, Mister Howard," he pronounced. "Mighty fine. I 
sure wouldn't mind getting a crack at her pussy sometime."

"I don't think so Oliver," Howard said. "I think that orifice will be 
reserved for black cocks. Tom, get up there and give that bitch a good 
fucking."

The two men exchanged places. Tom wasn't completely erect, but it only took 
Sarah a few minutes to get him hard. Tom had actually been a bit jealous of 
Mister Oliver. Watching the red-headed man fuck his mistress's ass had not 
aroused him. He had begun to consider Sarah his private property to fuck, 
but Sara's mouth had quickly done what the sight of her ass being fucked 
hadn't done. Soon he had a throbbing hard-on.

"Fuck her Tom," Harlan commanded. "You got ground to plow, boy."

Tom mounted the small white woman and rammed his black cock into her waiting 
pussy. Sara started a low groan and as the bull-like man entered her the 
volume increased until she was loudly screaming for him to fuck her cunt. 
With her husband and his overseer watching it seemed that hard, rough sex 
was called for, and Big Tom provided it.

Tom plowed her ground for over twenty minutes without letup. At Harlan's 
command Tom and Sarah changed positions and Tom fucked the young woman like 
a bitch in heat. Tom worked her that way for another ten minutes of pounding 
action. Sarah's voice was now horse because she had not stopped screaming 
and yelling the entire time.

Harlan glanced at his overseer who watched the couple on the bed intently. 
Crookshank was absently stroking his hard cock.

"Tom lay down and Sarah get on his cock," Harlan said with a grin. "It's 
time to separate the girls from the women." When Tom and Sarah had complied 
and Sarah's white pussy was completely full of the massive black cock, 
Harlan nodded to Crookshank. "Give it to her, Oliver. Let us see how she 
likes two cocks at the same time. Fuck her ass, man!"

Sarah took and enjoyed the two cocks for nearly ten minutes before she 
passed out from the passion and the excitement. She didn't wake up until 
well after daylight. Sarah noticed that someone had thrown the cover over 
her nakedness. She woke up smiling, tingling in both of her private holes. 
With the help of one of the house girls she bathed and dressed, wondering 
what the day would offer for excitement. ***

"Got a real find there," Crookshank said as he and his boss walked through 
the barn lot. "Ain't many women can hold a candle to her. She loves it, 
sir."

"It certainly appears she does," Harlan agreed. "I was thinking, Oliver, 
about Mister Newt Blackwell's buck nigger. You think she could take that 
brute?"

"Oh hell yes," Oliver said. "He ain't that much bigger that your Tom. Mister 
Blackwell is a bragger, sir. All mouth."

"All mouth and money," Harlan said. "I wonder if I could get him to make a 
wager. He's always claimed that no woman could take all that buck's cock."

"Ah, I'm beginning to see where you're goin'," Crookshank said. "You'd be 
thinkin' of a contest, I take it? Might work if you played your cards right, 
sir."

"Cards is right," Harlan said. "Newt Blackwell is having a card game at 
Honeytree Farm, Thursday night. I might just attend. Let's just see how 
proud of his buck he really is." ***

"My boy, Rake, is hung like a bull," Newt Blackwell declared. "Got balls 
that won't fit in a gallon milk bucket. Makes the gals squall for their 
mammies." Newt laughed loudly. The card game had been going on for several 
hours. Since every planter in the state was well aware that Newt Blackwell 
would cheat, the betting was severely curtailed when Newt dealt the cards. 
Newt never seemed to catch on that everyone was aware of his cheating. When 
Newt raked in the pot, it was mostly his own money he won. "I swear, I don't 
think there's a pussy around that can take his cock, let alone enjoy it."

"Sure there is, Newt," Harlan said softly. "That boy ain't that big."

"What are you saying?" Newt Blackwell demanded. He was horror-struck at such 
a statement. Rake was known far and wide as a stud nigger.

"I'm saying that I know one woman who could take and get pleasure out of 
Rake," Harlan said. "I'm saying this woman, a white woman by the way, would 
fuck your boy to a standstill." The room went into a shocked silence. Every 
man there knew a challenge when it was issued. The men looked at each other 
and back to Newt.

"White woman? Have you lost your mind, Harlan?" Newt stammered. "I got a 
thousand dollars that say's there ain't no white woman can take even half 
his rod."

"I'll take that bet," Harlan said calmly. "One thousand dollars that my 
woman can take at least half of your boy's cock. Doctor Lum can be the 
judge. Why don't we say two thousand if she takes all of it?"

Newt Blackwell swallowed hard. He knew he had been called and he would have 
to carry through with the bet. He felt a momentary chill of fear but quickly 
regained his confidence. No white woman would even try to take his stud. 
Harlan was trying to pull a fast one of some kind.

"Who this white whore you're talkin' about?' Newt demanded.

"Her identity will not be known," Harlan said with authority. "She will wear 
a mask and no man except Rake and Doc Lum will get within ten feet of her. 
Doc will be the final authority on how much of Rake's cock she takes. Have 
your boy at my place next Sunday afternoon at two o'clock."

"I'll have him there and I hope he fucks that whore to death. Ain't no 
stoppin' him once he get started," Newt declared.

"We'll just have to see won't we?" Harlan said. "Any of you others want to 
witness this event can pay a hundred dollars at the door. Doc is the only 
man, besides me and Newt that gets to watch free." ***

By Sunday every white man in that part of the state had heard about the bet. 
Thousands of dollars were bet in side wagers. None favored the woman. Most 
felt that Harlan would forfeit anyway.

The white women in the area were either shocked or amused at the wager. Of 
course no woman would be invited to attend. Men started arriving by noon and 
by one-thirty there were over fifty men milling around the barn lot.

Oliver Crookshank had bleacher seats built in the big horse show arena of 
the main barn. A mattress had been placed in the center of the arena. In a 
converted corncrib, Sarah waited with Big Tom.

Sarah had enthusiastically agreed to the scheme. She had dyed her hair red 
and wore it piled up on her head. She wore a carnival mask firmly attached 
to her face. It was uncomfortable, but it wouldn't accidentally come off. 
Under the mask she had flamboyantly painted her face with make-up just in 
case the mask did come off.

While she and Tom waited, he kept her in a state of excitement. Tom had used 
his big black cock to open her up and at Massa Harlan's orders had not 
allowed Sarah to reach a climax. Harlan wanted his young bride yearning for 
it.

While Tom slowly stroked in and out of her from behind, Sarah peeked through 
a crack in the wall. Her husband stood by the mattress and was speaking to 
the crowd of men.

"The rules are simple," Harlan announced. "Mister Newt's boy Rake will 
couple with the woman we shall call Madam X. Doctor Lum will call the depth 
of Rake's tool. Half way will cost Mister Newt one thousand dollars and if 
Rake gets it all of it in her it will cost Newt two thousand dollars. If 
neither happens, or the woman balks, I shall pay Newt two thousand dollars. 
My employee, Oliver Crookshank is up there in the loft with a long gun. If 
Rake attempts to hurt Madam X any manner except with his mighty cock, Mister 
Crookshank will shoot Rake. If anyone attempts to interfere, they will be 
shot. If Madam X calls a halt, I lose."

Harlan paused and waited for the men to get quite. "One last thing before we 
get started. If Rake doesn't try to fulfill his duty, I will personally 
shoot the son of a bitch. Does your boy know that, Newt?"

"Ha," Newt Blackwell said with a snort. "It wouldn't make no difference if 
he did or not. Ain't no power on earth could stop him anyway. He only knows 
fuckin' winches and the color makes no difference to him. Why don't you stop 
blabbercatin' and get Madam X out here for Rake. He's rearin' to get 
started."

Every eye went to where the man called Rake stood waiting. The big black 
fellow looked like he had no idea why he was even there, standing naked in 
front of all the white men. His black face remained passive and even bored 
until Harlan brought Sarah out of the corncrib.

Sara was totally naked except for the mask. When Rake saw the small naked 
white woman being led toward him, his interest quickly grew. At twenty five, 
as best anyone knew his age, he had topped hundreds of black girls, but 
never a white woman. His massive cock begun to stiffen and grow as Sara was 
led to the mattress. Rake looked at his master with an inquiring look.

"Yeah boy, you're goina be fucking that whore," Newt said. "You give it to 
her hard and good, you hear. I want you to fuck her to death or at least 
until she yells to stop." He came closer to his slave and lowered his voice. 
"Don't stop for nothing," he whispered. "No matter what she yells. You don't 
stop until I tell you to."

Rake looked past his master to where Sarah waited in the center of the shuck 
mattress. She was looking at Rake from behind the mask. Her heart was racing 
wildly with the excitement of being naked in front of all those men. She 
imagined she could feel their lust filled eyes on her. She watched in 
anticipation as the big black buck walked toward her, his giant cock 
pointing at her.

Sarah was grateful that Tom had opened her up, because the giant Rake simply 
picked her up and shoved her down on his rigid cock. Her scream could 
plainly be heard all the way down to the slave quarters.

"That's half," Doctor Lum declared loudly. Money was paid and received all 
through the stands. Some of the watchers were waiting to see if their bet 
was going to be paid or not. Even in the top seats they could here Sarah's 
loud grunt when Rake fell to the mattress still embedded in her. The 
cheering was loud. Some were cheering Madam X and some were cheering Rake.

Thirty minutes into the perversion, Doctor Lum, on his hands and knees, 
peering into the juncture of the two people, announced that Rake had fully 
penetrated the woman. More money was exchanged, but the show was far from 
over.

Several buckets of cool water were poured on the grunting and heaving 
couple. After nearly an hour, it was plain for all to see that Rake was 
wearing down. His ass was barely moving as he lay on top of the woman, yet 
they also could see her tiny heel pounding on the stud's ass and legs.

"She still wants it!" someone cried. "Yeah, she's still in the game!" 
another called.

Twenty minutes later an exhausted Rake rolled off of Madam X and lay still, 
his cock laying limp on his stomach. The crowd cheered wildly when Madam X 
raised up and took his lifeless sperm streaked cock in her dainty hand and 
kissed the tip of it. Sarah got unsteadily to her feet and placed one foot 
on the prone man's chest. She clasped both hands together and raised them 
above her head. The crowd of men went wild. Even those that had lost money 
were aware they were looking at a real winner. Harlan took the woman back to 
the corncrib, half carrying her. ***

"I guess I showed them a thing or two, didn't I," Sarah said her voice weak. 
She was laying on her bed and her servant was washing her naked body.

"I'd say more than a thing or two," Harlan said with a laugh. "Can I have 
the house servants get you anything?"

"A glass of wine, would be nice," Sarah said. "Were you proud of your new 
wife?"

"Yes, very proud. You made me a lot of money today. Next time we'll make 
even more. Will there be a next time?"

He smiled when she sat upright in the bed. "I'm your wife," she said. "I 
must do as you say." She smiled at him. Doctor Lum just left. He said there 
wasn't anything wrong with me and a little rest wouldn't cure. He made me 
suck his little peter," Sarah added with a giggle. "I hope that was all 
right."

"Yeah, we don't have any secrets from the good doctor," Harlan said. "I'm 
happy you are all right."

"I'm fine but I didn't like the mask. It was in my way a lot. Let's just use 
paint next time."

"I think we can find some paint like the thespians use. There is a store in 
Charlestown. We can got there next week. I hear there's a man there who 
claims to have a big stud nigger he's right proud of. Will you be able to 
travel next week?"

"I'll be ready to travel tomorrow," she said with excitement. "You'll see. 
How big is that Charlestown stud?"

PART TWO

"We're in luck," Harlan Howard told his young wife.They were resting in the 
finest hotel Charleston had to offer. "Oliver and I will get to see the 
Charleston stud in action tonight."

"What about me?" Sarah demanded. "I want to see also."

"They won't let a woman in," Harlan told her impatiently. "You know that. I 
wouldn't either. It isn't fitting."

Sarah laughed. "There will one, won't there? I want to see the legendary 
stud, Harlan. You can get me in. You can do anything." Harlan laughed at 
this flattery. He wasn't fooled a moment, but he was thinking it might be 
possible.

That night Sarah, dressed like a boy, her hair under a floppy hat sat beside 
her husband in the crowded building. They sat on crude bleachers seats about 
midway back. The air was thick with the smell of beer and other forms of 
strong drink. Also there was the odor of unwashed bodies. There was a thick 
layer of smoke in the air above the pallet in the center of the small stage.

"You are supposed to be my brother," Harlan hissed softly. "Let go of my 
hand."

"Sorry." she whispered back. "They sure don't care much for comfort do they. 
That pallet looks hard. Oh, that must be her," she added excitedly. A short 
dumpy white woman was led up the three steps to the stage. The hag was 
wearing a loose robe. Even from back in the audience Harlan and Sarah could 
see the woman was well over fifty. She had a worn haggard look of an old 
professional whore. "Ugg, she's a sorry sight," Sarah said.

"Yes, I agree," Harlan said. "Imagine how big a crowd a young beautiful 
woman could draw."

"Somebody like Madam X?" she teased.

"Yes, exactly. I heard they only paid that old crone a hundred dollars."

"I fear that was too much," Sarah whispered. "Ah, there he is. My, he is 
big."

The stud walked with confidence up to the stage. He was naked and Sarah 
could see his heavy cock sway and bounce as he went up the steps. The stud, 
they called him Jim, was well over six and a half feel tall with a barrel 
shaped chest and flat stomach. His ebony thighs looked like tree stumps.

"Good evening gents." The announcer said talking through a megaphone. "This 
is a contest to see who quits first. Nothing fancy goin' on here tonight. 
You only got another two minutes to place your wagers. In the meanwhile, 
let's see what Marge has for us."

The old woman, Marge, stripped off the robe that covered her. There was a 
scattering of catcalls and boos. Someone called that she should put the robe 
back on. Nothing seemed to faze the old whore. She was only there to earn 
her money. At her age, customers had became few and far between.

When the contest begun, it was short lived. Barely fifteen minutes into it, 
the big buck took his stiff cock out of the old woman's pussy and shoved it 
into her ass. That ended the contest. The old woman, in a surprising burst 
of strength, scrambled away from the big buck and his anal invading black 
cock.

In the carriage ride back to the hotel Harlan said, "Bit of a surprise 
there. One would have thought that old whore would be used to something in 
her ass."

"Harlan, the rectum doesn't have any natural lubrication. Her butt was dry 
and I'm sure it hurt. That's why I pack mine behind with lard. I do not ever 
plan on being unprepared again," Sarah said. Since her debut she had taken 
on three more of the county's studs.

Madam X had gained a large following in Queens County and a neighboring 
county. Some called her Frenchy, because she demonstrated that she could and 
would suck a man's pecker. It was her second show that the black buck rammed 
his cock in her dry ass. It had hurt bad, but not so bad as to cause her to 
quit. So far she was undefeated.

"I suppose you would know about that," her husband said. "I remind you that 
Mister Sims will be coming by tomorrow to discuss the terms. You will, of 
course, have to remain out of sight."

"If you insist," Sarah said. "But why don't I paint my face and let the man 
see what you are bargaining with? Let him know that you don't have an old 
worn out hag." Harlan gave that some thought and nodded.

"Not a bad idea," he said. "Show the fellow some beautiful skin. Might just 
get a few hundred dollars more out of him." He looked at her a moment. "By 
the way. When we get to the hotel, I'm going to take your pants down and 
hold you while Oliver fucks your little boy ass. What do you think about 
that?"

"Can I pleasure my husband with my mouth while Mister Crookshank fucks me?' 
she asked demurely. Harlan laughed loudly.

"Of course my dear. Fellatio is a funny word. Is it French?"

"Yes, I believe it is. My tutor was strong on French words. Cunnilingus is 
what Mister Crookshank will do to me before he enjoys my bottom. He does 
seem to enjoy that doesn't he?"

***

"My dear Colonel Howard," the thin faced man said to Harlan. Harlan wasn't 
flattered by the honorary title of Colonel. Most large property owners were 
call that. "You must understand that I have to be most careful when I choose 
a woman performer. I can't accept just any woman, you see."

"Yes, Mister Sims, I did see. I saw that hag you used last night. Mister 
Sims, I am not offering you a half century old harlot. I offer you a young, 
vibrant white woman without even the hint of negro blood in her. I have here 
a sketch of this tasty morsel." He handed Sims a pen and ink drawing of 
Sarah, in one of her many painted facial masks." This woman is in the full 
bloom of her youth, barely nineteen years of age. I can with unlimited 
confidence guarantee that your patrons will get the show they paid for." 
Harlan paused while the man studied the drawing. "Of course there is 
considerable risk and therefore the price rises with that risk."

"Colonel Howard, I will readily admit that this drawing depicts a lovely 
woman, but sir, it is only a drawing. I will have to see and inspect Madam X 
personably before we can negotiate any more."

"Of course, Mister Sims," Harlan said smoothly. "Madam, would you join us, 
please," he called.

Sarah walked from the adjacent room, naked as the day she was born, wearing 
only the theatrical paint. Even from across the room Sarah could hear the 
sharp intake of breath from the promoter.

"My God, man," Sims said. "She is a vision of loveliness. Is this some kind 
of joke?"

"I assure you, sir," Harlan said "It is no joke. Madam X is prepared to take 
on your nigger in a winner take all contest. Think about it sir. You will be 
able to double your ticket cost and still pack the house. Use the drawing to 
demonstrate the quality of the act."

"Five hundred dollars," Sims said quickly. "I will give five hundred dollars 
for her for one night. Take it or leave it."

"Then, sir, we'll leave it," Harlan said calmly. "Good day sir."

"Now just hold on a minute," Sims said. He had not taken his eyes off of 
Sarah who stood four feet away. "What is your proposal?"

"Five thousand dollars," Harlan said with a smile playing around his lips.

"Impossible!" Sims snapped tearing his eyes off the lovely sight to glare at 
Harlan.

"Then I propose two thousand dollars and one half of the ticket sales," 
Harlan countered. He had mentally counted the available seats and 
approximately what Sims could sell the tickets for. His part would easily 
amount to more that five thousand dollars.

Sims loudly declared that he would lose money. He cited his expense for the 
building, for the advertising and other things. Harlan listened to his 
outburst in silence for a while then finally held up his hand to stop the 
flow of protest.

"Mister Sims," he said. "I'm offering you something the likes of which 
Charleston has never seen, but I'll tell you what. I am a sporting man. Sir. 
I'll wager you ten thousand dollars that Madam X will be the winner in this 
contest."

"That's absurd!" Sims exploded. "I don't have that kind of money for a 
wager. I, sir, am a working man!"

"Then I'll make you a wager you can cover," Harlan said. "If Madam X is 
declared the winner, you will sign over your slave, Jim, to me. If your 
nigger wins I will pay you one thousand dollars. Is that fair enough?"

"Jim is worth more than a thousand dollars," Sims said slyly.

"Not to me," Harlan said smoothly. "One thousand dollars for the service of 
Madam X and the bet, Mister Sims. I'll use your words- take it or leave it." 
He could see it in the promoter's greedy eyes. The man would accept the 
deal. He would haggle some more, but he would ultimately agree.

Sims did agree after Sarah came and stood close to him, her legs spread so 
that Sims could see her sparely covered mound of Venus and her pussy lips. 
She made sure the man could see because she used her hands to spread her 
pussy lips to let him look. Sims asked Harlan for permission to touch Sarah 
and Harlan nodded his agreement.

Sims took his time inspecting Sarah's lovely body. Her breasts and also her 
cunt. He placed two fingers in her and plunged them as deep as he could. 
When Sarah gasped and gave a soft groan of pleasure he realized it was the 
only sound she had made since entering the room.. Sims felt confident that 
his big buck would quickly have this small white woman screaming for mercy.

"Would you like to sample her wares, Mister Sims?" Harlan asked. "Madam X is 
very good at the French art of fellatio, I might add." The promoter cleared 
his throat loudly a couple of times.

"Yes of course," he answered hoarsely. "Tomorrow afternoon when we draw up 
the contract and hash out the final terms. I would like to see her in 
action, so to speak. My Jim has a half brother that I'm breaking in. I 
should like to bring him along if that's acceptable." He shook his head. 
"Frankly sir, I find it hard to believe that a creature this lovely would 
fuck a nigger."

"Yes, that is something isn't it, Mister Sims? But I assure you she can and 
will. Until tomorrow then, sir." Harlan said in dismissal. "Be sure to bring 
the money in cash, if you please."

"You slut," Harlan said to Sarah after Sims had left. He was smiling. "You 
were about to climax from his fingers, weren't you?"

"Yes sir, I certainly was," she answered. "I don't know if I can wait until 
tomorrow for relief. Is Mister Crookshank about?"

***

In the year of eighteen thirty-one the town of Charleston was strictly 
divided. From the port and twenty blocks inland there was the rough element. 
Whorehouses and taverns were very much apparent. Also businesses that 
catered to seafarers. From Canal Street outward, lived the more genteel of 
Charleston's citizens who ignored the wharf area for the most part. Of 
course the men would venture into it from time to time to indulge in the 
delights being offered there.

Being a major seaport, the city drew people from every country know to man 
and from some that were not all that well known. It was a mixing pot of 
people and tastes. The perfect place to have a sexual contest between a tiny 
white woman and a big black stud.

Sims had handbills made from the drawing that Harlan supplied. Of course the 
bills were not posted, but handed to select groups by hand and a wink. 
Because of the slow method of advertising, the date of the contest was set 
for the Fourth of July. Sarah entered into the situation by purchasing red, 
white and blue paint from a theatrical supply house. Actually it was Oliver 
Crookshank who made the actual purchases from three different businesses. 
For the purposes of advertising, Madam X had became Miss Liberty.

For the two weeks preceding the contest there were underlying whispers and 
gossip about who Miss Liberty actually was. Even in the better part of the 
city there was a lot of excitement. If Sims had been prepared he could have 
sold out in advance. Now he was worried that he would have to turn people 
away.

"I was wondering, Colonel Howard," Sims said. "This competition has 
generated a good deal of interest. I think it would serve us both well to 
extend the performance. What do you say, sir?"

"What did you have in mind?" Harlan asked cautiously.

"A second performance," Sims said. "A week later perhaps."

"And who will you use, Mister Sims?" Harlan asked. "I fully expect that I 
will own your Jim."

"Be that as it may," Sims said shortly. He was thinking that that wouldn't 
happen based on the performance of Madam X and Jim's half brother, Clete. 
Madam X had stopped the fucking after only twenty minutes. She had screamed 
and yelled as Clete gave her a sound pounding. Jim was bigger, meaner, and 
more experienced than Clete. Of course Sims had no way to know that Sarah 
had been given orders by Harlan to stop the show early to lull Sims into a 
false sense of confidence. "What do you say to a second engagement?"

"Why not?" Harlan said. "I'm sure you will be able to find some big nigger. 
One week later?"

"Yes, that will give me time to spread the word. By the way." he paused as 
if searching fro the right words. "You wouldn't be willing to sell Madam X 
would you?"

"What did you have in mind, Mister Sims?" Harlan asked as if he were really 
considering it. Sarah had made him a lot of money and she was still only 
nineteen. He considered her to be valuable but it was always nice to know 
what others valued her at.

"I represent a small group of investors that are willing to offer you ten 
thousand dollars for her," Sims said. Sims was aware that Madam X was 
listening from the other room.

"That's very generous, Mister Sims," Harlan said. "But I think not." Harlan 
didn't add that she had already brought in more than that just a few short 
months.

"I understand," Sims said placing his hat on his head. "Please keep us in 
mind should you change your mind. I'm sure the offer could be sweetened. 
Good day sir."

"Mister Sims have you made the arrangements we spoke of? Madam X will not 
perform on such a poorly constructed platform. She requires a softer bed, 
and a dressing room close to the stage."

"Already taken care of Colonel," Sims replied. "Three layers of cotton sail 
cloth and two layers of soft wool over a tick mattress. I think she will 
find that her lovely ass will fit nicely."

"I wonder how much higher they would go?" Sarah asked when the promoter had 
left.

"Now, Sarah," Harlan said. "You wouldn't be thinking of going out on your 
own, would you?"

"No, of course not," she answered. "But I imagine that you are looking to 
the future when I no longer have my youth and looks. Surely you can't hold 
it against me that I also have to consider the future. I'm bored, sir. Take 
me for a carriage ride, please. I must smell some fresh air or I surely 
shall swoon."

***

It was standing room only in the sweltering building. Well over two hundred 
men packed the place. Vendors sold buckets of beer and others sold roasted 
peanuts and other snacks.

"It would seem that Mister Sims has made a lot of money," Harlan observed, 
looking through the small opening in the dressing room. "The odds seem to 
favor the nigger, my dear." He looked back at Sarah, who lay on a cot using 
a large fresh ear of corn in her cunt. The corn served both to keep her in a 
state if high excitement and to make sure that her cuntal passage was 
opened. Sarah had tried several devices, but the corn felt best and worked 
best. Mister Crookshank is laying the wagers and he is getting very good 
odds."

"Fine, dear," Sarah said only half paying attention. Her mind was on the 
forthcoming event. While she had never considered public performances, she 
was enthralled with the idea and she never tired of them.

"Mister Mosley is the judge," Harlan said. "He is well respected here in 
Charleston. Crookshank has placed several armed men around the building so 
there should be no trouble. Ah, I see the mayor of this fair city and the 
chief constable are here. Are you ready, my dear?"

"I'm always ready," she replied with a grin. The heavy paint on her face 
made it difficult to smile or even talk. She knew that Harlan was talking so 
much because he was nervous and excited. "If it gets any hotter in here my 
paint will run. What's taking so long?"

"Sims is telling everybody the rules," Harlan said. "Apparently he sold the 
front seats at a higher price and some of the lower priced ticket holders 
are sitting in the reserved seats. Heads are being knocked to get them to go 
back to their cheap seats. Very well, there is the signal. Your presence is 
required on stage, Miss Liberty. Good luck, my dear."

The slave, Jim, looked even bigger to her from close up. He was standing on 
one side of the mattress and Sarah on the other side. At Sims signal she 
dropped the robe and stool naked before all the men. The sudden hush was 
startling.

Sarah looked at the big slave and could see that he would have been a 
handsome brute if his face had not be so scared. Someone had apparently used 
a lash with weights on the tip. The poor man's face had suffered terribly. 
Her eyes lowered to his mid-section. Jim sported a large cock that was 
pointed directly at her. Unconsciously she licked her lips. Not in fear, but 
in eager anticipation.

From the whistle Sara had the big buck off stride. She grasped his massive 
cock and pulled him to her. She lowered herself to the mattress and pulled 
him with her. He didn't have an opportunity to ram her, because she put his 
cock in her. She hunched and bucked hard, bringing his first load of sperm 
quickly. The same for the second load. The huge slave was not accustomed to 
such an aggressive woman. At first he was mildy confused but that quickly 
changed to total bewilderment.

Sarah's lard packed ass was ready for his assault. Jim was surprised that 
his cock went in her ass without any trouble. It slipped right in the tiny 
white woman. It only took a few minutes until she brought him to a climax 
using her tight muscles. From that moment on it was mostly downhill for the 
big black slave.

After an hour Jim only had a soft cock to work with. Even with her complete 
cooperation he had difficulty getting his weapon into her soaking wet cunt. 
The crowd cheered when Sara lowered her mouth to the man's flaccid member 
and sucked him back to a partial erection. The crowd went wild when she, 
holding Jim's cock, mounted the slave and fucked him. It took only another 
fifteen minutes before the judge, Mister Mosley, declared Miss Liberty the 
undisputed winner.

Even those that lost wagers were not too upset for it had been a great show. 
Sims tried to weasel out of paying off his wager, but he relented a day 
later. He needed the second performance to recover his losses. Sims made a 
half-hearted attempt to buy back Jim or to rent him for the next event. 
Harlan would have nothing to do with it. He made a deal for an additional 
five thousand dollars that Madam X would face two black bucks for the 
upcoming event. That pleased Sims, but he couldn't bring himself to bet 
against the tiny woman. He had learned a hard lesson that it wasn't wise to 
bet against the little white woman.

The second event was even more crowded that the first one had. Word had 
spread far and wide. Even at a hundred dollars per ticket for the general 
seats and two hundred fifty for reserved seating, many men were still turned 
away. They were angry and Sims and his men hinted that there might be yet 
another show pacified most of them.

There was hardly any contest between Sarah or Madam X, and the two black 
studs. Betting was lackluster at best. Not many would have bet in favor of 
the two blacks anyway. This event was mostly for show.

It started with a nude Madam X and one buck. The studs swapped out after a 
while and the other one fucked the little white woman. Then for the finale 
both men fucked her and she performed oral sex on both men. It nearly 
brought the house down when both black men penetrated her at the same time. 
Most men in the audience couldn't believe that any woman could accomplish 
such a bazaar act. The rankest whores on Warf Street wouldn't stoop to such 
an act. But they loved it none the less. In less than a month Sarah had 
changed the way the men of Charleston viewed sex. Whores were doing things 
that they hadn't considered before and more than a few wives and mistresses 
were performing fellatio on their men folk. Old Charleston would never be 
the same again.

Three weeks later Sarah, Crookshank, Harlan and their new slave Jim, left 
Charleston for greener pastures. They all, except for Jim, had a lot of 
money in their pockets. They had to remain in Charleston for one other 
performance to satisfy the demands of the public. Sarah wanted to go back to 
Fairfield because of the stifling heat and she managed to convince Harlan 
that it would be better to wait until the weather cooled before going on to 
Atlanta. Besides the heat consideration Sarah had Jim and he needed a lot of 
training.

PART THREE

The fact that Madam X was really Sarah Howard or the wife of Harlan Howard, 
Master of Fairfield, was a not well kept secret. Gentlemen, of course, did 
not gossip about other men's wives. At least that was the theory, but it 
wasn't actually the truth. Almost every white man in the area knew that the 
white woman who could take on the biggest blackest nigger and actually enjoy 
it was Sarah Howard.

The white women in that part of South Carolina, not being deaf or dumb, also 
knew and spoke of it, but only to each other. Some despised Sarah and some 
envied her. But these conversation, both men and women, were always 
whispered. All except one woman. She was the mistress of Bent Tree 
Plantation. She was Lucy Peterson, wife of Willard Peterson, who had been a 
frequent visitor to any show evolving Sarah and the black boys. Willard 
Peterson wasn't aware his wife knew about the sex shows at Fairfield. Lucy 
Peterson alternated emotions about Sarah. She would despise the woman for 
her acts one minute and be white hot with jealously the next.

Lucy had spent many hours using a candle in her pussy thinking about Sarah 
rutting with the big nigger men. The candle provided some relief, but on 
balance it was unsatisfactory.

When her husband announced that Harlan Howard and he were going north on a 
business trip, Lucy decided to visit Fairfield Plantation and it's mistress 
Sarah Howard.

"I must say, Sarah," Lucy said, "This fall heat seems to agree with you. You 
look as fresh as a daisy." They were having iced tea on the veranda.

"I don't usually mind the heat," Sarah answered. "How have you been? I don't 
think I've seen you since the Spring Ball."

"I've been well," Lucy said. "Willard has been traveling most of the summer 
and I've been lonely. He's useless as a lover, but he is a good 
conversationalist, anyway. Most of the house servants can't put more than a 
few words together. How was your visit to Charleston? I hear you brought a 
new nigger back with you."

"I had a lovely time, Lucy," Sarah said. "Yes, we did acquired a new stud 
for the place. Maybe that's what you should encourage Willard to do. Get a 
stud for your plantation."

"I've discussed it with him, but he prefers to borrow a stud. Lucky you, you 
have two at Fairfield."

"Yes, we are fortunate," Sarah said casually. She wondered where the 
conversation was going. The breeding of slaves was not the usual topic for 
refined white women. "Jim is the only stud here right now. Sam is off 
somewhere topping some wrenches.

"I've often wondered how it would feel to be a wench for a stud. I mean they 
have intercourse all the time. I've even witnessed the field workers going 
at it in the field."

"Not here at Fairfield," Sarah said. "We strictly control the breeding." She 
laughed. "Of course when they are not fertile who knows what they do? Harlan 
pairs them up after Sam, or now Jim, impregnates them."

"This new stud of yours," Lucy said. "Is he as good as your old stud?"

"Better I think," Sarah answered looking Lucy directly in the eye. She now 
had an idea what was really on Lucy's mind. "He's still learning, but quite 
good. He was too rough at first, but has calmed down considerably. Would you 
like to see him?"

"Oh, I've seen many niggers," Lucy answered casually.

"I mean see him in action?" Sarah persisted. "From a position close enough 
to touch him?"

"Really? Are you seriously suggestion that I..." she voice dropped off and 
she lowered her head, feeling the heat from her face. "I don't think that's 
wise."

"Suit yourself," Sarah said. "I thought you might enjoy watching a real man 
fuck a real woman." She wondered again just when she started thinking of the 
slaves as men...as real people.

"How you talk, Sarah Howard!" Lucy said with a giggle, her face flushed.

"Poo," Sarah said with a wave of her hand. "There is hardly nothing more 
exciting then watching a big black cock working in some lucky woman's cunt. 
Listening to them grunt and her moaning. Smelling the hot steamy joining of 
two bodies. Watching as he fills her with his juice and watching as it pours 
out of her cunt."

"Weee, Sarah," Lucy said fanning her face rapidly. "You are a scandalous 
person." She took a few sips of her tea. "It certainly sounds exciting and I 
wonder what you meant when you said 'hardly nothing more exciting'. What 
could best that?"

"Being the woman the stud is fucking, dear Lucy," Sarah said with a laugh. 
"Having the black cock sliding in and out of you. Being the white pussy 
that's receiving that wonderful big piece of black meat. Having the cunt 
that's filled with a black man's juice. That's certainly more exciting."

Lucy Peterson was shocked into silence as she stared at Sarah. Hearing the 
rumors was one thing, but hearing it from the woman was all together 
different. It was a long time before she trusted herself to speak.

"Well, it's getting late," Lucy observed. "It's a long way back to Bent 
Tree. I should get started, I suppose."

"Or you could spend the night here and see something that eating away at 
you," Sarah said smiling. "You could watch Jim fuck me and make me squeal 
with passion and delight. I will show you things that you have never dreamed 
of in your wildest fantasies."

"Are you serious?" Lucy demanded. She was torn between outrage at the 
suggestion and an overwhelming curiosity.

"Let me show you how serious I am," Sarah called for Jim to come and he 
arrived a few moments later. He was wearing only a pair of pants held up by 
suspenders. He ran up the steps and came to a stop before his mistress. 
"Take your pants off, Jim," she ordered.

Without even a glance at the other woman, he slipped the suspender straps 
off his shoulders and let the pants fall to the porch floor. His cock was 
only beginning to stiffen and both he and Sarah heard the gasp of surprise 
from Lucy. It only took a few moments of Sarah stroking his cock until it 
was fully erect, jutting out like an ebony post.

"There dear Lucy," Sarah said. "That is what a real cock looks like. Isn't 
it grand?" Lucy nodded, unable to take her eyes off the big black man and 
his monstrous ebony cock. "Are you sure you won't stay and watch this lovely 
thing at work? In a just a little while it shall be buried deep within me. 
I'm sure you won't want to miss it. Come Jim," she said grasping the man's 
rigid tool. "You come also, Lucy."

Lucy Peterson, as if she had no will of her own, followed them into the 
house and up the curved stairs to the bedroom. When they entered Sarah's 
room it only took a moment for Sarah to disrobe and get on her knees in 
front of the slave. Lucy watched in total fascinated as the white woman 
kissed and sucked the man's cock. She stood with her back to the wall, 
barely breathing. Nothing in her experience or anything she had heard, 
prepared her to see a white woman worship a black cock with her mouth.

Later when Sarah lay on the bed and the black slave knelt and licked Sarah's 
pussy, Lucy came closer and leaned down to watch as the man's tongue 
worshiped Sarah's womanhood. She had never dreamed that something like it 
could be so stimulating.

"You could never believe that this could feel so good," Sarah told Lucy. "I 
am... reaching ...a... peak... right...oh my God above!" she said as she 
quivered and shook.

"What's wrong Sarah?" Lucy said in alarm. "Are you having a fit or 
something?"

"No dear," Sarah said panting. "I'm having an orgasm. A sexual climax. One 
of many I shall have with this wonderful cock. Mount me, Jim! Fuck me! Watch 
Lucy, as his black cock enters my white cunt. Watch me take all of him in 
me."

Lucy Peterson did indeed watch as the black man eased his stiff cock into 
Sarah. Lucy's heart was beating wildly as she stooped to see the penetration 
better. Something was happening to her as she watched. Her mouth was dry and 
she realized that she was wet between her legs. Wetter than she had ever 
been before. Her clitoris was throbbing and hurting. She lifted her dress to 
reach her pussy.

Lucy watched in amazement when Sarah had her first screaming climax. She saw 
Sarah's fingernails digging into the flesh of Jim's naked back. She was 
confused and bewildered when Jim withdrew his shiny wet cock from Sarah's 
pussy and put the white woman on her knees and ram his manhood back in from 
behind. She had never considered that humans could couple in that fashion. 
It was all new and terribly exciting for her.

"Do you want him, Lucy?" Sarah asked panting as the big slave stroked in and 
out of her. Lucy couldn't answer for a moment. Did she want that huge thing 
in her? "Lucy, answer me!" Sarah demanded. "Do you want him?"

"Yes!" Lucy said loudly. "Oh God yes!"

It only took a moment for Sarah to get Jim to stop fucking her and to get 
Lucy undressed and on the bed. It took a while longer for Sarah to guide 
Jim's massive cock into Lucy's pussy. Then it was Sarah's turn to be the 
watcher. She looked on as the big slave fucked Lucy Peterson. Jim plowed the 
white woman's furrow for over half an hour. Somewhere near the half way 
point, Lucy had stopped yelling and screaming her delight. She switched to 
just moaning and grunting as the big man fucked her. By the time the big 
slave came she was reduced to only an occasional whimper.

Sarah gave Jim a few minutes rest time and then she lay beside Lucy on the 
bed and Jim fucked Sarah again. It wasn't until Jim was about to come in the 
woman's cunt that Lucy aroused enough to watch the coupling. She fingered 
her sloppy come filled pussy as she watched and listened to Sara's 
servicing.

"You can make him hard again," Sarah said. "Suck his cock, Lucy."

"Put it in my mouth?" the woman was appalled at the suggestion. "It's 
all...messy."

"Just added flavor," Sarah said. "Roll over onto your back, Jim," she 
commanded. "Let Lucy get to it." At Sarah's urging Lucy took the wet slimy 
cock in her mouth and after some instruction and encouragement got the big 
man's cock back to a full erection. The big man serviced both women twice 
more before the night was over. ***

"You must bring Madam X to Orleans," Orville Maddox told them. "The citizens 
of that fair city will reward you beyond your wildest dreams." Orville 
Maddox had arrived at Fairfield unannounced one morning in early September. 
He introduced himself as a promoter of unusual events.

"I don't know about that Mister Maddox," Harlan Howard said. "I have pretty 
wild dreams. How much reward are you speaking of?"

"After viewing Madam X, and finding her satisfactory, I will personally 
guarantee you fifty thousand dollars for two weeks of Madam's service," 
Maddox stated. He and Harlan were sitting on the veranda of Fairfield 
Plantation.

"I must admit, sir, you have managed to arouse my interest. By viewing I 
assume you wish to see her service a black buck?"

"Of course," The man said with a grin. "I'm not one to buy a pig in a poke."

"How is it you heard of Madam X?" Harlan asked.

"A Mister Newt Blackwell visited us several months ago. He told me about 
her. Then recently I had an opportunity to travel by ship to Charleston. 
There I heard ,on almost every street corner, of her exploits. As Miss 
Liberty and as Madam X. I realized that she was natural for our city. I knew 
immediately that her painted face would fit into our carnival atmosphere. I 
spoke at length to a Mister Sims and he was kind enough to give me your 
name."

"I see," Harlan said. "You are proposing a show instead of a contest, I take 
it."

"Yes, several shows. We will begin advertising weeks before her arrival. I 
can promise standing room only at every performance. Owners of stud niggers 
will, of course, want to pit their studs against her and that will only add 
spice."

Sarah was just inside the open window listening to the conversation. She 
felt herself being aroused. The thought of going to a strange place like New 
Orleans and performing was terribly exciting to her. Her fingers found their 
way under her robe and she caressed her swollen clitoris in anticipation of 
the coming events in New Orleans and the demonstration for Maddox.

She would use Jim for the demonstration because his training had come along 
nicely. He had almost completely stopped trying to use his massive cock as a 
weapon to injure a woman. Jim had performed very well for Lucy Peterson on 
all of her several visits to Fairfield. It appeared that Mistress of Bent 
Tree could not get enough of the slaves hard black cock. Her solo visits 
stopped when Lucy's husband returned from his trip.

When Sarah told Harlan about Lucy he was surprised because Lucy Peterson 
always struck him as a prissy woman. He had Sara arrange a meeting with Jim 
so that he and Crookshank could watch. Sara was glad to do as he requested 
and Lucy was reluctant but talked into it.

When invited, Lucy Peterson had leaped at the opportunity to travel with the 
Howard company to New Orleans. She was asked supposedly to give Sarah the 
company of another white woman on the journey. The idea met with her 
husband's approval because he had his eye on one of the new slave girls. Now 
he could bring the girl into the house to his bed and do it right.

The journey took longer then necessary. The caravan stopped earlier every 
night so that Harlan and Crookshank could enjoy the two women. They had not 
traveled more than a day from Fairfield when Crookshank first fucked Lucy's 
virgin asshole. It took Sarah, Harlan and Jim, who accompanied them, to hold 
the woman while Oliver Crookshank opened the woman's nether hole. Luckily 
there were no other travelers near or they would had thought some woman was 
being murdered. As expected the slave/guards ignored the assault as "white 
man's business". After the deflowering of Lucy's ass, it took Sarah, with 
Jim's help, a long time to sooth the woman. It took three more forced anal 
assaults on Lucy before she settled down and would calmly take a cock in her 
ass. But unlike Sarah, Lucy never relished it.

It was in south central Georgia that Sarah got Lucy to lick her pussy. It 
wasn't so much something asked. While Jim was fucking the woman from behind, 
Sarah scooted under Lucy's face and pulled her head down onto her cunt and 
held it there until Lucy began to lick her. Later after Jim had filled 
Lucy's pussy with his sperm, Sarah returned the favor much to the delight of 
the watching men. Lucy and Sara quickly learned that they could give each 
other pleasure and arouse the men regardless of how tired they may be. They 
put on a show frequently for the men.

Forty miles north of Biloxi in the Mississippi territory, they were 
overtaken by a group of six men on their way to Texas.

"Hello the camp," a ruff voice called in the gathering gloom of early 
evening.

"We're armed," Oliver Crookshank called back. They were heavily armed. The 
Howard traveling group had twelve men besides Harlan and Crookshank. They 
were slaves who had been trained in the use of firearms. Harlan Howard had 
broke with conventional wisdom about arming slaves. "Come on in if you're 
peaceful."

"Oh there never was a group of more peaceful men," a tall scruffy looking 
man said strolling into the light of the campfire. "Mighty peaceful." He was 
followed by five other equally shabby looking men. They wore homespun 
clothing except for the leader who wore a buckskin shirt. "Just traveling 
through and saw your fire."

"Sit and have some coffee," Harlan said. "You boys can put your rifles over 
there by that wagon."

"Naw, ain't no need for that," the leader said. "I'm Rufus Cox."

"Nice to meet you Mister Cox," Harlan said. "That wasn't a suggestion. Put 
your rifles over by the wagon." His command was enforced by the cocking 
sound of several weapons from the surrounding darkness. Rufus Cox froze 
except for his eyes which took in everything in the circle of fire light. He 
saw Sarah and Lucy setting on a blanket at the edge of the light.

"Well now, that seems like a reasonable thing, seein's how you got womenfolk 
in your camp. Boys, do as the man asked." He carefully put his rifle on the 
ground by the wagon and came back to the fire. "I'll take you up on your 
offer of coffee. Been a while since we had real coffee. Be obliged for 
anything left from your supper. We been traveling fast and ain't got many 
vittles."

After the six men were fed and had enjoyed several cups of coffee they lay 
back and relaxed by the fire.

"Mighty fine lookin' women you got travelin' with you," Rufus said his dark 
piercing eyes coming to rest on Sarah. "meanin' no disrespect or offense."

"None taken," Harlan said. "I happen to agree with you, sir. Two of the 
prettiest women in this part of the country, I expect. Makes the hard road 
seem better."

"I should think so," Rufus agreed. "Me and the boys was goina head down to 
Biloxi. Heard they have a fine bawdy house there. Got some pretty gals 
there, I hear. Had to change our plans."

"Why so?" Harlan asked.

"Well, we heard while we was on the move that there is a sheriff showed up 
down there lookin' for us. There was some misunderstanding up the road a 
ways. Seems that the sheriff is a mite upset at us."

"So you boys will have to wait on having some womanly company, huh?" Harlan 
asked with the beginning of a smile. "I guess New Orleans is the next place 
with a decent whorehouse."

"We ain't planning on got that far south. We'll just head on to Natchez. I 
hear they's a place where a man can get some coozy."

"I reckon so," Harlan said. "How much you planning on payin' for some 
coozy?"

"Now I got to wonder why you would ask me that," Rufus said "Price depends 
on who and where. Old whores cost a man two dollars. Young'un be anywhere 
from five to fifteen dollars, I expect."

"What range would you say my two women would be in?"

"Mighty strange question, but I'd have to say ten dollars."

"You jest sir," Harlan said with a laugh.

"Yeah, I reckon they'd be in the fifteen dollar range," the man said with a 
laugh. "Maybe a tad more'n that."

"I was thinkin' more in the twenty-five dollar range," Harlan said. "What do 
you think about that?"

"Mite steep for us, but you're probably right. Some mountain man might give 
up his whole winter bundle of fur for either one of them. Like I said, it 
depends on who and where." He rolled up on one elbow to look at Harlan. "You 
makin' some kind of offer here?"

"May be," Harlan said. "Sarah, you and Lucy show these boys what you got."

"What's he mean?" Lucy whispered.

"He means we show these men our titties and everything," Sarah whispered 
getting to her feet. "I think Harlan just sold our services. Come on Lucy, 
get naked." In less that two minutes Sarah and Lucy were both mother naked, 
proudly showing the strangers their bodies in the flickering fire light.

"What's the deal here?" Rufus asked his voice husky watching the two women.

"You got hard cash?" Harlan asked. The big man nodded still unable to take 
his eyes from the lovely sight. "I'm thinkin' two hundred dollars and you 
boys can have them for the night. Anyway you want it except you can't mark 
them. First man to cause pain gets killed.."

It only took a few seconds for the six men to get the money and give it to 
Harlan. And another few minutes to drag the feather mattresses out of the 
wagons and put them by the camp fire. Soon after that, all six men were 
naked and scrapping for the two women. When it was discovered that both 
women could take it in the ass the orgy got into full swing. It was still 
going strong at two o'clock in the morning.

"I have to wonder how much is too much for them women, Mister Howard?" 
Crookshank said as he and Harlan were watching Sarah take two cock in her 
pussy at the same time. "That Lucy is comin' along right nice, ain't she?"

"The mark of a true slut, Oliver," Harlan said. "There is no such thing as 
too much fucking. I figure that them ol' boys will wear out long before 
Sarah or Lucy do. Yeah it's good to have two sluts available." He proved to 
be right. The six men dragged themselves out of camp about an hour before 
daylight, leaving the two women sperm splattered and happy, but still ready 
to go.

Harlan gave the two women the money he collected. "here's some spending cash 
for when we get to New Orleans," he said. "You might want to get yourself 
something pretty while we're there. You girls better get cleaned up, we'll 
be headed out soon." *** The trip from Fairfield Plantation to the city of 
New Orleans took over two weeks even thought Sarah and Lucy proved to he a 
hardy travelers. The weather had cooled considerably when they left South 
Carolina but warmed again as they neared Louisiana. Hot and humid, but 
bearable.

The city and especially the port of New Orleans was a busy place. The port 
would become the forth busiest port in the world in less than decade. Like 
Charleston it was a mixture of sophistication and the crude. It was the 
crudeness that brought them to New Orleans.

When Napoleon I sold Louisiana to the United States in eighteen three there 
were only about eight thousands inhabitances in the entire district. In 
eighteen thirty-one there were three times that many in New Orleans alone. 
It was America's third largest city. Centuries of Spanish and French rule 
had prepared the city for it's taste for the unusual. The people of New 
Orleans had become jaded and the demand for unique sex was profuse. A pretty 
white woman taking on a large number of black men excited the citizens of 
New Orleans and by the time of their arrival the city was in a fever pitch.

Unlike Charleston, New Orleans was not shy. The up-coming events were widely 
advertised, even in the newspaper. What New Orleans didn't know was they 
would get a double treat. Lucy Peterson was both nervous and excited at what 
lay ahead of her.

Orville Maddox had arranged for them to stay in the finest hotel in the 
city. It was a suite of rooms on the top or third floor. Orville Maddox was 
surprised and delighted that there was another white woman with them.

"Any objection to me giving this little lady a trial run?" Maddox asked them 
after the travelers had settled in. He was leering at Lucy and rubbing the 
front of his pants.

"None at all," Harlan said. "But first I have another surprise to show you. 
One I think the citizens of this fair city will find amusing." He had both 
women disrobe and put on a show for the promoter. Maddox was surprised to 
see the two women mutually pleasure one another. Surprised and highly 
aroused. He could barley contain himself as he witnessed the performance. He 
pounced on Lucy and fucked her like a man deranged. In his excitement Maddox 
didn't last very long and Jim was brought up from the servant's quarters to 
finish what he had started.

"My God, man!" Maddox said watching the big slave pound away at the tiny 
white woman. "You got to be the luckiest man alive. You got yourself two 
women to watch and take pleasure in. This is going to be the biggest money 
maker this damned town has ever seen. You goina paint that other one up?"

"I am indeed a lucky man," Harlan said. " I don't think it's necessary to 
paint either of the ladies. We're not known in New Orleans. Sarah, would you 
be so kind as to come and perform some French magic on Mister Maddox?"

Maddox watched Lucy getting a hard black cock in her with pussy while the 
lovely Sarah sucked and worshiped his smaller white cock. Maddox was 
transported to a carnal heaven.

Over the next several days Maddox brought a parade of dignitaries to the 
hotel for a personal and some private shows. From noon until the wee hours 
of the morning the women were put on display. Several of the important men 
brought their favorite stud to be pitted against one or sometimes both 
women.

One such dignitary was Alistair Grover a British expatriate who had arrived 
to fight the fledgling Americans and stayed after the British defeat. He 
particularly liked the bawdy atmosphere of New Orleans. It suited his own 
immoral point of view. Alistair Grover brought his servant, called Zeb, with 
him one afternoon.

Zeb was a small skinny, light colored man, and enjoyed being a freeman. He 
was one of the few colored men who could claim to be free.

"Thank you, sir, for agreeing to see me this afternoon. I understand that 
you and your...ah...company, shall we say, have been busy of late." Grover 
said to Harlan.

"Fairly busy," Harlan agreed. "What can I do for you, sir?"

"I wondered if you were a sporting man," Alistair Grover said with a slight 
smile.

"Perhaps," Harlan said. He, Alistair, and Zeb were alone in the living 
quarters of the suite. Lucy and Sarah were still in their room having just 
awaken from their afternoon nap and were getting ready for the evenings 
activities. "What is it you have in mind?"

"It's been reported that you have a white woman who dallies, shall we say, 
with gentlemen of color. My man Zeb doesn't believe that your woman can 
accommodate him. I happen to be of that persuasion also."

"And just what makes you so convicted in that belief, may I ask?" Harlan 
said.

"Zeb is well endowed," Grover stated. "Very well endowed. Most women can't 
even take his weapon inside them, let alone give him a good gallop. Zeb has 
ruined more than a few women."

"I see," Harlan said. "Just how big is your man's weapon?"

"One foot, one inch, and is quite thick. Suitable only for bovine, I'm 
afraid," the Englishman said with a chuckle.

"What exactly is your proposition, sir?" Harlan asked looking at the 
smallish black man doubtfully.

"A simple straightforward wager," Grover said. "My man against your woman. 
The winner will be my man if the woman can not handle Zeb for fifteen 
minutes of actual intercourse. The time will commence when he begins to fuck 
her."

"And the amount of the wager?"

"One thousand dollars," Alistair Grover said without hesitation. "Unless 
that's to large for you."

"The amount isn't prohibitive, sir," Harlan said. "I should like to see this 
weapon that he's so proud of, if you wouldn't mind."

"I don't mind at all, but as a matter of fact, Zeb isn't all that proud of 
his cock. His size has kept him from having sex as much as he would like. 
Zeb, show Mister Howard what you have hidden in your pants." The light 
colored man dropped his pants and stood still as Harlan walked around him, 
inspecting his private parts.

"Zeb, you would have been a large man if you hadn't turned mostly into 
penis," Harlan observed. The man's cock hung halfway to the man's knobby 
knees. "Excuse me for a moment," he said stepping to the closed bedroom 
door. "Ladies, would you come out for a moment. There is something out here 
you really should witness."

Lucy was first out and she took one look at Zeb's cock and took a step back 
shaking her head. Sarah on the other hand came out, glanced at the small 
black man and then took a longer look at the hanging meat.

"My, my," she said softly. "I must say that is a large one." Without any 
hesitation she took the heavy flaccid cock and hefted it. She smiled as the 
large cock began to stir. "It seems to be alive." They all watched in 
amazement as the cock swelled in her hand. It got longer and thicker as 
blood rushed from Zeb's body to his manhood.

Zeb's cock was much too heavy to stick straight out as most cocks would. At 
half mast it was a frightening piece of work. The fact that it was thirteen 
inches long was easy to believe. The head of the small man's cock was easily 
three inches across and narrowed to two or so inches behind the head. Zeb's 
cock was darker then the rest of him. Sarah licked her lips when she saw a 
drop of moisture appear at the tip.

"Does it frighten you, my dear?" Harlan whispered in her ear. She shook her 
head. "Then at least appear to be frighten. That man over there seems to 
have more money than he has good sense. Be of good cheer. I think you will 
have an opportunity to have that meat shortly. Just as soon as I make the 
arrangements."

"Mister Grover," Harlan said taking a seat beside the smirking Englishman. 
"I'm considering your proposal. I think that fifteen minutes may be too 
much. I'm thinking maybe five minutes. How say you?"

"I think we both know that we'll eventually agree on ten minutes, so let's 
not haggle like the common folk." Grover said. "But, lowering the time limit 
should also increase the risk, don't you think? How would you feel about 
raising the wager to two thousand dollars?"

"I would feel better if it were five thousand dollars," Harlan said briskly 
getting to his feet. "Mister Maddox will hold the stakes and be the sole 
judge and timekeeper. Gold only, no paper money. Tonight at eight o'clock 
here in my suite. You will come alone except for Zeb. You will be searched 
at the door, so no weapons of any kind, if you please."

"Sir, I protest," a red faced Grover said as he was being shown out of the 
door. "I insist on bringing my own witness. My good friend Madam Bolivar 
would like to witness the attempt."

"Then, by all means, bring Madam Bolivar," Harlan said "She, also, will be 
searched. I shall see you promptly at eight o'clock Good afternoon, sir."

***

"You can't trust Alistair Grover," Orville Maddox said. "He does not enjoy a 
good reputation, sir."

"I don't trust him," Harlan said. "But I'll be happy to take his money. I'll 
be on guard."

"So be it then," the promoter said. "I have never heard of that nigger, Zeb. 
A freeman, you say?"

"Yes, a scrawny little thing with a tool a bull would envy," Harlan 
answered.

"And you don't anticipate any problem with...ah...with...it working 
satisfactorily?" Harlan had asked Sarah the same question in another form.

"Can you take it?' he had asked her when Grover and Zeb had gone.

"Certainly," Sarah answered confidently. "I'm looking forward to it."

"I wouldn't even try," Lucy said. "It looked like an giant evil snake to 
me." she shuddered as she spoke. "He would rip me in two."

"Ah poo," Sarah said. "He's only a bit bigger than Jim. Anyway they don't 
come too big. Our cunts are an amazing part of our body, dear Lucy. There is 
always room." She laughed merrily. "I would only be frightened if a man came 
at me with a cock bigger than a baby."

"Never the less, it was a frightening thing," Lucy said. "You need to have a 
care."

"I shall," Sarah said. "That cock that Sam carved out of ebony wood is about 
the same size as little Zeb. I'll use it to open me up. Come along Lucy, you 
can help me prepare."

***

"Madam Bolivar, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance," Harlan Howard 
said bending over her hand to kiss it. Madam Bolivar was a middle aged woman 
with huge breasts that threatened to spill out of her low cut dress. She had 
bright red hair piled high on her head. A handsome woman by any man's 
standard. "You are aware of the nature of this event, are you not?"

"Yes," she answered shortly. "I am very aware of the nature, sir." She spoke 
with an faint accent that Harlan didn't recognize. "Where will the event 
take place? Here?"

"Yes ma'am," Harlan said indicating the mattress that had been placed on the 
floor

"Very well," she said. "I shall sit there."

"No, that is reserved for the judge. You can sit in any of the other chairs 
or on the sofa if you like."

"I insist on being allowed to..." she went silent seeing the hard glare 
Harlan gave her. "Very well, I shall sit alone on the sofa."

"You may sit alone or you may have to share," Harlan snapped. "You madam, 
are not my guest. You are with Mister Grover. You can stand or you may leave 
for all I care." Alistair Grover watched and listened to the exchange with 
an amused look on his face. Harlan had Lucy search the woman who took the 
search without grace, bitterly complaining about her rude treatment. She 
only stopped complaining when Harlan threatened to force her to leave the 
suite.

"The contestants should take their places." Maddox announced a few minutes 
before eight o'clock. The living room of the hotel suite was crowed. The 
Parish high sheriff sat beside Madam Bolivar on the sofa. The mayor of new 
Orleans sat in a chair beside the sofa. There were a couple other 
dignitaries also present. Maddox was not one to let a dollar escape him, and 
the watchers had paid dearly.

Zeb shed his clothes and stood naked by the mattress. When the door opened 
and Sarah walked out, totally nude there was an audible gasp from the 
audience. The loudest from Madam Bolivar. Comments could be heard as to the 
size of Zeb's cock and the size of the woman who would attempt to take it. 
Bets were offered and accepted. Crookshank covered all wagers against Sarah.

"This is a contest of Eros," Maddox intoned. "A duel of lust." He went over 
the simple rules of the engagement and added., "To forestall any mischief 
that may arise, I will tell everyone that armed men are patrolling the halls 
and the street below." That announcement brought a frown to Grover's face. 
He looked over at Harlan and saw him smiling back at him.

"A necessary precaution, my dear Alistair," Harlan said. "There is a lot of 
money here tonight that might attract some unwanted element. Let's get on 
with it Mister Maddox."

The small man, Zeb seemed reluctant to approach the beautiful white woman 
and was shocked when Sarah attacked him. It was a ravishment in reverse. It 
took both Zeb and Sarah some time before they managed to get his massive 
cock in her. It was mostly Sarah doing the work. She took the superior 
position getting on top of the small fellow. She didn't even notice when 
Orville Maddox called the start of time. She didn't notice when he called 
time again. She was too busy fucking the man. Zeb didn't know when time 
started or ended either. He didn't care because he was too busy being 
fucked. A rare event for the little man.

Neither Sarah or Zeb noticed when Maddox handed Harlan the sack of gold 
coins and declared Sarah the winner. Sarah was having one giant climax after 
another as she rode the man like a pony.

Even the men who lost money were good natured about it. All except Alistair 
Grover who left the room in a huff, leaving Madam Bolivar who didn't seem to 
mind at all. She was too busy watching the couple on the mattress.

"Have you ever experienced a black man's cock?" Harlan asked her squeezing 
on the other side of her. Madam Bolivar shook her head. "I only ask because 
you seem enchanted with it. Would you care to try it?"

"No, I think not," she said her voice husky. "It seems a bit too much for 
me."

"Yes, I think that Zeb wouldn't be one you would start out with," he said 
with a chuckle "I have another nigger who is considerable smaller than Zeb."

"No...not with all these people here," she said in a husky voice. Her face 
was flushed and there was a thin film of sweat on her forehead that she 
blotted with a handkerchief.

"From the look on poor Zeb's face the show will be over very soon," Harlan 
whispered. "Stay after the others are gone and you'll be able to sample a 
bit of heaven on earth." Madam Bolivar didn't answer. She didn't have to 
because her expression said everything he need to know.

It took another half hour for Sarah to finish with Zeb. As the people filed 
out, she lay beside the sweat covered man and they rested. Zeb had a look of 
pure satisfaction on his brown face. Sarah was playing with his soft cock 
and seemed to be studying it to see if there was any life left in it. Soon 
the room was empty except for Crookshank, Jim, Lucy, Harlan, Madam Bolivar, 
and of course the exhausted couple on the mattress. Sarah and Zeb were 
helped to their feet and sent to the toilet closet to clean up.

"Madam," Harlan said holding out his hands to help the woman up from the 
sofa. "It is time. Come," he insisted. When she was standing, Harlan 
directed Lucy to help the woman out of her dress and the many petticoats. He 
was a bit surprised that her massive breasts didn't sag at all. They set on 
her chest like two giant balls. When he caressed her nipples he was rewarded 
by them growing and hardening beneath his fingers. Still standing, Harlan's 
fingers also discovered that her pussy was wet and slick. He rammed first 
one finger then two into her as far as he could. She grunted and spread her 
legs to give him better access. Crookshank moved behind her and his and 
Harlan's fingers met in the woman's slick pussy. It only took a few minutes 
until she begun to quiver and shake from the two men's attention.

Carefully Harlan led her to the mattress and pushed her down onto it. 
Crookshank and he kept their fingers working in the older woman's cunt. 
Harlan nodded to Jim who stood naked and waiting on his signal.

Crookshank and Harlan pushed the woman down onto her back and Jim got into 
position. When Jim's black cock touched her white pussy her eyes flew open 
and she began to thrash about.

"No...no!" she said loudly. "I have changed my mind. I don't want a 
nigger..." she stopped and let out a small yelp as Jim shoved nearly half of 
his cock in her. Harlan on one side and Crookshank on the other used their 
time tested method of rape. They pulled her legs open and held her arms with 
the other hand. Lucy put a folded towel over the screaming woman's mouth.

Restraint was only needed a few minutes. Madam Bolivar stopped fighting just 
as soon as the big slave rammed all of his cock in her and started fucking 
her. Her screams of protest changed to cries of encouragement. When Jim 
wanted her to change positions the older woman scurried to comply to his 
wishes. On her hands and knees she took the big man's cock and begged for 
more.

Sarah and Zeb came back just in time to watch the first penetration of a 
black cock into Madam Bolivar's delicate white cunt. Watching the erotic 
scene they both were soon ready for more sex. While Jim plunged in and out 
of madam Bolivar, Zeb mounted Sarah from behind and Sarah sucked Harlan's 
cock. Lucy was having her ass fucked by Oliver Crookshank on the sofa.

Over the next two hours they traded partners and places several times. Lucy 
even agreed to try Zeb's giant cock. It wasn't any good, it was just too 
painful for her. Madam Bolivar was able to take Zeb but only a few inches. 
All in all it was a fun-filled lucrative evening for Harlan and company.

A month later when they left New Orleans, Zeb went with them. He had become 
a devoted servant of Sarah and was hardly ever more than a few steps away 
from her. That caused a lot of jealousy between Jim and Zeb so Harlan sold 
Jim to Madam Bolivar for nearly twice his actual value.

Before the troop got back to Fairfield Lucy was able to take Zeb's big 
weapon if he went very slow and easy. In Macon, Harlan bought a new stud 
nigger to replace Jim. Zeb could never hope to be a stud even with his 
massive cock. He was just too small for that, but he fit right in as a 
personal toy for Sarah.

Four years later Willard Peterson was thrown from his horse and was killed. 
Lucy sold Bent Tree and moved to Fairfield where she spent most of her time 
anyway. Oliver Crookshank was bitten by a cotton mouth moccasin and died the 
following summer. Someone suggested that he had been trying to fuck the 
snake when he was bitten.

In the spring of eighteen thirty-seven Harlan Howard was shot and killed by 
a gambler who didn't wish to pay his debts. Even through the Civil War, 
Fairfield was famous as a place where one could see the unusual. In the 
years preceding the war Lucy and Sarah gathered willing, and some not so 
willing, young white women to Fairfield Plantation. When war broke out in 
eighteen sixty-one Fairfield was famous for black on white sex. After all 
there was tradition to uphold. People would pay good money to see a white 
pussy filled with black cock.

Zeb stay Sarah's companion until he died at the ripe old age of eighty 
three. He could still get an erection even at that age. His cock was removed 
before burial and preserved. Some claimed that old lady Sarah kept it by her 
bed until her death, but who can say.

THE END of a tale from a despicable era.

*

(Author's note: It shames me to even think about slavery of any kind. It 
was written to amuse you even thought the facts are historically correct as 
to dates and such. I hope that you all taking care of yourself and being 
safe. Unsafe sex is stupid and often deadly so have no part of it. Shooter )
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